page 9: I am forty-seven years old and a university lecturer, but my sister’s voice reduces me instantly to a bogey-nosed four-year-old.
page 24: So Mother’s little legacy stayed in the bank, and after that my sister and I didn’t talk to each other for two years, until a common enemy brought us together.
page 67:(‘Just imagine, Nadia, these English people will spend one hundred pound to save the life of a cat or dog that can be picked up in street for nothing. Such foolish kind hearts!’)
page 78: The heavy weight of all the unsaid things bears down on us like storm clouds.
A short history of tractors in Ukrainian © Marina Lewycka 2005
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