M and C enquired after the trees, & I pointed out they were a little young to bear prodcue.
"But no!", quoth M.
Just think, Anya. Your grandfather, your great-grandfather and all your ancestors owned serfs, they owned human souls. Don't you see that from every cherry-tree in the orchard, from every leaf and every trunk, men and women are gazing at you?
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