A Reminiscence of the Language

Written by: Bozhidar Pangelov

A light day…

My granny was a little
woman.
She loved to speak in other 
languages:
Italian, French and
German.

And in the Grannies language for their grandchildren:
“my pretty”. 
She didn’t get pension (that was 
the time) and 
our home was thronged with pupils. Surely because of this I learnt
neither one. Or with the guests who
dropped in
often (we lived in the downtown by the tail
of the horse* - they used 
to say so), for having a cup of black coffee.
The coffee
was special – for fortune-telling. She 
“was telling fortune” and they
were telling us. A lot of stories. Surely 
because of this I
know neither one.
Then she started getting less and less and
slender.
One night my mother told me,
“Go to see her…”
A thin, transparent leaf.

Now surely she’s telling the fortune and
is speaking only in the Grannies language
for their grandchildren:
“my pretty”. 
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*”the tail of the horse” is slang for the Historical Monument Tsar Osvoboditel (tsar liberator) that indicates the downtown of Sofia; more on the monument can be read here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Monument-Tsar-Osvoboditel-1912.jpg