Translation from Bulgarian
Valkadin speaks to God
When he wanted to recollect how misfortunes had
arrived and how misfortunes started piling up in his house, Valkadin also
thought of that evening in August, when, after they had blown threshed it off, a
great heap of wheat remained shining like gold in the stack-yard, and in the
east the moon showed itself, red, through the floating dust. A big slog stayed
on also after sunset. He was working alone, with his daughters-in-law and
children, because his sons were still at war. While they were bringing the
wheat into the barn, while they were unloading the wagons with the sheaves and
putting away this and that, the moon jumped up, turned white, and when they sat
down to dinner, it was as clear as day. Then he said:
"Just take a little longer while we finish the
threshing." And when your husbands come, I shall distribute it to you. I
shall give you everything, I want nothing for myself. It is enough for me, as
long as I live, to come visit you from time to time.