Sisters

Sisters

 

at the end of the country road where the hill ends,

two little girls were running. The sisters who saw the bus stopped

the old blue bus panted and stopped at the end of the hill

the sisters stared. There were no buses seen in the village for a long time

they started touching the bus like some big compassionate blue horse

whom they harnessed to pull the cart

a crowd of excited and happy children run out of the bus

then three nuns and a hunched-over driver came out

the driver was prepared to spit and swear but refrained

we have to stop for a while, he said

sisters got mixed up with the other children

they ran away from their stepmother, her three children, and a careless drunken father

who after work got drunk and was lying on the couch and snored

suddenly the bus started

the sisters were sitting in the back seat of the old blue bus

they ride the bus for the first time. They sit like important guests and look out the window.

in their eyes, there was a hunger nested

two lumpy little green apples were on the floor

they rubbed them on their sleeves and bit them with small bites like some ladies

they fell asleep hugged and tired

at dusk, through the window, they saw the river and the shepherd driving the sheep

children entered through the large monastery gate

they were carrying some small bundles

the sisters had nothing in their hands

at the door of the monastery inn was a wooden board with an inscription

Orphanage