But on with the story that we write.
A new character is gonna take off.
Five versts from Nijmegen, no not right
Instead of Pushkin let's go to Goncharov
'A Common Story' it is named.
Everyone in the house of Anna Otten,
the owner of a modest semi-bungalow
in Schijndel, was up by daybreak. Even
André, though he had waited to get up
until he heard voices in the kitchen. By
that time he had opened the curtains,
watching the sun rise. Not that he did
that often, but today was the big day.
His sister and brothers had fried eggs
for breakfast and mother was feeding
the cat 'Mies' in the scullery.
Anna was a little upset but she managed
to hide it well. Yet this was the second
child that left the nest. That day she would
say goodbye to her son Dré. To move him
and some stuff to Nijmegen. "Do you want
an egg too?" "No, are there ripe tomatoes
in the garden?" "Wait a minute ... I forgot
to pick some" "I'll do it myself." "But you
are barefooted. Here is tea." "Thanks ma."
