Book: Burned alive

But my sister's husband burned me, and that was the will of my father and mother. It was not fate or fatal accident that made me this way. The worst thing they did to me was that they deprived me not only of my skin, but also of myself, not for a month or a year, for the rest of my life.

It's like smiling - giving happiness to another, but not by force.

It seemed to me that to say "thank you" was a sign of deep politeness, great respect. It was pleasant for me to say "thank you", because they said it to me too. Thanks for the bandaging, thanks for the sleeping pill, for the cream to keep the skin from tearing, for lunch and especially for the chocolate. I ate whole bars of chocolate ... It was so delicious, so delicious.

Even now, it seems to me that I am the only burned woman on earth. If I were the victim of an accident, that's a different matter. This is fate, and fate should not be offended.

Averting the threat of death is one thing. Making you live anew is another matter entirely.

Stepping away from it to complete the necessary formalities, I thought the scene smacked of surrealism. Here she sits, burned, with a child in her arms. She's been through hell and a baby too, and people walk by smiling, "Oh, what a pretty kid!"

Always "thank you".

Who am I? Zorro? I'm stupid, he doesn't know who Zorro is ...

All are dominated by rock, each one of its own.

My biggest fear is that my children... will wear the thorn of revenge in the heart. This spirit of violence that is transmitted to men from generation to generation, will leave a mark, even small, in his mind. It needs to build your house, brick by brick.

She sat on a stool, clutching a black shopping bag. And began to weep, to wail, wiping her tears with a handkerchief and shaking his head.
She wept with bitter shame. She was crying about herself and the whole family. And I saw hatred in her eyes.
She grimaced, started to bite her lips and cried more than before: "Listen to me, my daughter, listen to me. I would love to see you die, it's better if you die. Your brother is young, if you don't die, he's gonna have a problem."

I picked up a large rock and began to slap his belly through dress to cause bleeding. No one ever told me how in the womb the growth of the child. I knew that at some point the child begins to stir. I saw my pregnant mother, I know how much time is necessary, that the child was born, but I didn't know anything else. At what point is the child alive? I figured that since birth, because at birth I saw, the mother decided to keep him alive or not. I fervently hoped, and then I had three and a half or four months of my pregnancy that I will resume my period.

The dream of freedom associated with marriage. To leave the father's house for her husband's home and never to return, even if the husband will beat you.

I'm a girl and the girl needs to go quickly, his head bowed, as if she counts the steps.