Who picked all the fine berries and the yellow plums, the juicy, dark red cherries from the young trees over there, so that it was a pleasure to see her? Cornelli, of course! And now she won't even look at anything. All the berries are dried up by now and spoiled, and the fine cherries, too. The yellow plums, also, are lying under the tree by the dozen. They are only meant for children; the ladies won't bother about them and one can't cook them, either. So they fall down and lie there, and Cornelli never raises her head when she goes by them.
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Review: CornelliUser Review - BelÚn Torres - Goodreads
I remember it was the first long book "without pictures" that I read, and that I was so happy, because though I was young I always wanted to read more and more. This book introduced to the sweet and fascinating literary world that I've lived in my childhood. Read full review