“Tell them,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “that Dumitru Matcovschi said: ‘The one who drinks from his own well is never a stranger in his own land.’ ”
Ana knew she would find him at the well. Dumitru Matcovschi Poezii
Longing is not an illness. Longing is a root… The more you cut from the branch, the more the heart grows… “Tell them,” he said, wiping his mouth with
“What do I tell them?” she asked.
Nicolae did not look up. He turned a page, though his eyes were closed. ” he said
The well would remain. The root would hold. The heart would grow.