Although he had no hope of finding him, he was happy. Behind him came other carts, other Vlachs, leaving their country and their inheritances behind, following him toward the land where Bandula had once fled.
The road was not easy, but as soon as he crossed the Danube, Veliku promptly married off two of his daughters, giving them as dowry nothing but the nose, which they carried further on. One of them reached me, and it is about that one that I want to write—gathering here its fortunes and its burdens, that is, the story of my nose.
(fragment from the novel * Bulgarian Nose*)
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