Magical Witch's Conspiracy for Death must take revenge and ease the woman's hatred.
The sun was setting, as if bestowing gifts of rays on everything around.
In late spring, there are periods when the last rays of the passing day remain for those who see them.
Children, chickens, and piglets ran around her — just a pastoral dream. But she paid no attention to anyone. Hatred was the only thing she felt now.
She was young, a little over thirty.
Raised in a peasant family and married to a wealthy peasant, she worked from dawn to dusk all her life. Her husband hired people to work in the fields, and she had to do her share.
Yes, the house was a full cup. Canned goods for the winter, dried herbs, boxes of root vegetables - everything was always stocked up, never running out. The smell of smoked meats, which were dried in the house in winter, was so absorbed into the walls that it knocked an unprepared guest off his feet.
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