Jul/Aug 2003

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Zdravka Evtimova

Fiction: The Little Boy

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I had a plan to make a fortune working two consecutive shifts a day in the narrow box of a crane, straining all my nerves and muscles and eating a lot to ward off diseases. As the guys, my colleagues, dug and burrowed in the valley below me, I would sleep in the box. I had made up my mind to make a fortune—1,000 levs—and then the three of us, Ivan, my mother and I, would live together.


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