Giorgino Page #3

It was awful.

Awful!

Children ...

Their small bodies swollen ...

Their bulging eyes ...

Their grey faces...

You would've think they had seen the devil!

What am I saying?

Go! You make me say

nonsense!

Oh, Hen ...

Do not be afraid.

Come on. What is it?

The mail?

It is ...

Should we go any further?

Come on, let's go further!

Excuse me, doctor,

this is his reward.

Ferrauge, the soldier ...

Vannepain, the soldier ...

Corporal Petaud ...

Go Pullet,

back to your mother!

Where are they buried?

I must leave you,

it is the time for the class.

Do not worry ...

they are better where they are.

"Do, re, mi, fa, sol

"All women are crazy

"Except my nanny

Who made ??apple pies. "

Ladies ...

Hey ... This is for you.

Give me that!

Liar!

Ladies ...

Liar!

Miss Degrce!

I have known the children.

I know. They were talking about you.

Wait!

Is watching. Go!

What?

Ask me to pay you,

for my mother.

What?

Quickly!

Ask me to pay you.

Pay me?

Yes! Ask me ...

Pay me.

Stronger!

Pay me!

I can not!

Again, please!

Are you crazy?

I tell you

I have no money!

Leave me alone!

You are disgusting ...

and you kiss like a pig!

My mother is dead,

I owe you nothing!

I will never pay you!

Never!

Do not please him,

it is true that he can not

pay you. They have nothing.

But I did not ask,

she is ...

Yes ... Do not worry,

I will pay you.

The Degrce were so generous

with the Church ...

Leave. I want nothing ...

If ... if I make it my business.

Especially since ... I have a small service

to ask you.

In winter, the postal car

did not show up.

I'm halfway there

up of the road to the valley.

It's okay, your stuff, I mean?

You want some?

My faith ...

It must be their effect,

a nice guy like you.

Why?

There are currently more men

at Chanteloup?

They are at war,

in the Balkans.

And the old ones?

They were all carried out

by the Spanish flu last year.

Here there are not women

who are sick ...

Who did intern Degrce?

It's just ... he began to break

the tiles of the village ...

screaming that it was because of women

that the children were dead ...

because they did not love them.

It is true that ...

some were frightening to see.

Especially those with funny faces ...

And then, one Sunday

during Mass,

The doctor broke

the window of the chapel ...

It was he who beheaded Christ

with a shovel.

Poor man!

When I picked it up,

he implored women crying:

"I cared for you,

you and your children! "

The Armelle gave him blows

in the belly to make it stop.

He even threatened to burn the inn.

So Ms. Degrce,

we had to take him to the asylum.

Women would have killed him.

Martha would have smashed his skull

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