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He and Jens shake palms, so huge and hefty that the relations room is just too small for them. The range doesn’t supply a lot warmth, but a few, and now and then a few is downright terrific, making the variation among the bearable and the insufferable. The viewers rub their fingers, maintain themselves close to the heat, try and expel the inner most chills from their our bodies sooner than pulling out additional garments from their luggage, chilly and damp but greater than not anything. The youngest baby crawls alongside the earthen ground, retaining itself distant from the strangers, crawls quick over to the puppy and cuddles up subsequent to it.
The fight for all times and desires don’t pass jointly, poetry and salt fish are irreconcilable, and nobody eats his personal desires. That’s how we are living. guy dies when you take his bread from him, yet he withers with out desires. What concerns is never complex, but we nonetheless have to die to come back to an both noticeable end. The nights are by no means as calm down within the low-lying components, the tune of the celebs is misplaced someplace alongside the best way. yet they could nonetheless be rather silent right here within the Village, no-one out and approximately other than probably the evening watchman, doing his rounds among unreliable streetlamps, ensuring they don’t smoke and are lit in simple terms while worthwhile.
Breaks clear of these eyes, smile, sorrow, the phrases of blessing, and struggles over the churchyard, is pushed a little astray, has to manoeuvre round significant drifts, and as soon as the wind blows him into the fingers of a large guy who seems to be Jens; I didn’t understand that pups have been let loose in such climate, says the postman, and he shoves the boy apart and is long gone. bankruptcy XI someplace out during this typhoon Simmi hobbles alongside towards the fishing station, the letter lower than his coat, the sentences that have been written to alter existence, that’s the best way we should write, and the grease in his garments spreads to the envelope, it’ll be spotty while Andrea gets it; what letter is that this?
Teitur brings plump glasses, approximately part filled with a heavy, yellow liquid, and locations them in entrance of Helga and the boy. you recognize the watchmaker, Ási, says Helga, nodding towards a slim, good-looking guy sitting contrary them to the left; and this can be none except the schoolmaster, Gísli Jónsson, a recognized guy the following among the mountains, she says, that means the fellow without delay in entrance of the boy. The schoolmaster is an impressive guy, stout and stocky; his puffy, ruddy face is totally whiskerless, that can clarify why there appears to be like a touch of vulnerability in his countenance.
Jens takes Sigurður’s reprimands silently; he's 3 days not on time, really 4, simply because even supposing he got here to the Village the night sooner than, he’s purely simply now providing the put up, that's, within the maximum feel, strange. Jens is aware this in addition to Sigurður does; and why didn’t you return the following first as your accountability calls for, and now as so usually prior to you didn’t pass the fjords from Arngerðareyri via boat, even though it may have sped issues up. Do you want to compel me to publish a criticism?