Day Two Hundred and Four


Dew Cansves Dedh ha Pajer

De Meurth ew, an pajwora dedh warn ügens a vis Gorefan.
It’s Tuesday, the 24th day of July.

Gwydn o bes! Chei gwag oll an mettin (ader üdn kei, teyr hath ha dew gònin). O gour a wrüg marhasna, agan omweloryon a wrüg moas dhe’n treth ha me alja ladra cott termyn dhe redya o lever nowydh. Teffi a wrüg fia dhe’n fo dhort Russia. A wrüg hei drehedhes Pow Frenk gans hy fardellow? Me a venja gothvos – bes na ora vy whath. Scon e veu pres li ha res veu dhebm fittya boos.   
What bliss! An empty house all the morning (apart from one dog, three cats and two rabbits). My husband was gone shopping, our visitors had gone to the beach and I could steal a short time to read my new book. Teffi ran away from Moscow. Did she reach France with her luggage? I wanted to know – but I don’t know yet. Soon it was lunch time and I had to cook.

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