Morning in Nagrebcan
Montāžas Teksta
- In the early morning the puppies lay curled up together between their mother’s paws under the ladder of the house. Four puppies were all white like the mother. The fifth puppy lay across the mother’s neck.
- Don't touch my puppy!
- I hope you die, you little demon!
- The boy descended the ladder, leaning heavily on the single bamboo railing that served as a banister. He sat on the lowest step of the ladder, yawning and rubbing his eyes one after the other. Bending down, he reached between his legs for the black-spotted puppy. He held it to him, stroking its soft, warm body. He blew on its nose. The puppy stuck out a small red tongue, lapping the air. It whined eagerly. Baldo laughed – a low gurgle.
- My puppy. my puppy.
- Get two or three burning coals and bring them home on the rice straw.
- Do not wave thestraw in the wind. If you do, it will catch fire before you get home.
- Nana Elang, the mother of Baldo, now appeared in the doorway with handful of rice straw. She called Baldo and told him to get some live coals from their neighbor.
- When Baldo came back with the rice straw and burning coals, she told him to start a fire in the stove,while she cut the ampalaya tendrils and sliced the eggplants. When the fire finally flamed inside the claystove, Baldo’s eyes were smarting from the smoke of the rice straw.
- There is the fire, mother,Is father awake already?
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