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Oh, how happy he was that finally he too could see her, and that she talked with him and even took him by the hand. "And what is your name?" "Ondrejko," he replied. "And do you live here at these sheepfolds?" "Yes," said he, "I live with Bacha Filina. I like it very much." The lady walked with the boy and he carried the crock.
Formerly Ondrejko didn't think of it, but he did now, when the herdsmen, especially Stephen, again and again reminded him that these sheepfolds were his father's, and therefore his also, and that he had a rightful claim to everything. When they gave him cheese and butter for the lady, they gave him plenty, saying, "Just take it; it is yours." This thought seemed to appeal to him all is ours.
She promised everyone a raise in wages as soon as the change of ownership of the estate was recorded and improvements made. Everybody rejoiced. It almost seemed that even the sheep knew that Ondrejko had become their master. It was lovely how they rang their bells.
For a long time, lying on the hay, they spoke together about Stephen, how he jumped over the bunches of grass, how the rock turned under him, how he fell, and how Whitie saved him. "I am very sorry for Bacha Filina," said Ondrejko. "I can never forget it. It must pain him could it be that God is still angry with him?" "But where is this Stephen?" worried Petrik.
He ran with the pitcher for water, and placing one of the bouquets in it, set it on the covered table. Just as he had finished, his comrades came running, hot and perspiring. Ondrejko carried the crock with a narrow neck, completely covered with braided straw, and the covered can of milk. Petrik carried quite a heavy bundle on his back.
In the morning he told them that everything that could be done yesterday was carried out successfully, but that there was another matter which would take about a week before they could know how it would turn out, so they must keep on praying. And what a week it was! The boys never lived through another like it. Sometimes they were with Ondrejko at his mother's.
"Why do you look so much at that picture?" said the lady, stroking his golden curls. "Is this really you in all these pictures? Have you perhaps played in a theatre?" said Ondrejko. She was astonished. "What do you know about theatres? Have you perhaps been in one of them?" "No," he shook his head. "That could not be possible. I have not been." The boy's face saddened.
She did not hinder Ondrejko from going home, but did not allow him to carry the crock. "Send Palko, in the afternoon. He promised to take the lady to you. From tomorrow on, she is to come to your sheepfold to drink the whey. The doctor ordered that." "But is she not sick?" the boy said, showing some anxiety.
Only Palko and Bacha Filina knew that there was something more which overcame her. They spoke about it only between themselves and prayed for the lady very much. She seemed to recognize no one. She lay in her bed like a beautiful flower broken from its stem. In vain did Ondrejko whisper to her, and stroke and kiss her. She looked at him but did not answer.
Only I don't know if I dare say: 'Our Bacha Filina. I cannot, if it were not for you. He himself must decide if he will stay with us. Do tell him that he must stay." "Do not ask, Ondrejko," smiled Bacha. "If you are at all satisfied with me yes, if you are satisfied with all of us we all will be glad to stay; isn't it so, boys?" "Surely we will be very glad to stay," answered the herdsmen.
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