– Gentlemen, if you don’t mind, continued “Buia Toma”, “marching with a few houses along”, I wish to also relate the story of a young man that even so is grey. I don’t know if it is a story of warning, but the young man you see in the house yard and who has his head grey was for a long time my helpmate and I want to tell you he is a remarkable worker, but … The boy in an easier disposition, told me the following: “I never enjoyed going to sleep after ten o’clock at noon. Of course that sometimes I happened to be late also. In this case next day I would be sleepy, sour, and moody all day and with any appetite for working and about the effects there cannot be anything to say. But not everything is after our will, and if we think of a little, more of this is after others will and only sometimes after own. That’s how it happened with me, a few days earlier. It was already at night when “Marioara”, the girl I talk to, calls me at her place. It wasn’t long before I used to go to sleep. “I have something to tell you”, she stops me from folding my tooling. I hesitate: “Dear, we meet tomorrow and we talk at leisure”. No one to talk to: “What I have to tell you, I want to tell you now”. I am looking to turn aside: “Marioara”, if we start a fight now we won’t finish it until the shift. Please, leave it for tomorrow”. “You always tell me this. Don’t hide after words. I want to tell you now!” What was I to do? I listened to some of her doubts, normal things of a pair of lovers, reproduced, not exactly indifferent after how much passion she put in her words, usual stuff and also maybe Maria was right in her posted jealousy, based on my lack of affection exclusively caused by my physical over- call at the mining work. In short words, the phantasm of “betrayal” occurred from Maria’s point of view over our love, love in which my fiancé was somehow possessive, a normal thing in the rural places. All her “argument” was an interpretation of a monolog. I wasn’t saying anything because there was nothing to say, but I did not want to exasperate her over the night, he telling needed no answer and I did not wanted to sit all night at a discussion that tomorrow will have no importance. Even more, in what Maria was saying, not for few times I agreed, because it was true I had few time to spend together, both because of my work at the mine and the works from the household that never have a schedule of dispose. From here and from all these she thought she was being “sacrificed”, “I don’t even care”, and other like this. The situation as it was presented will hardly find a solution because my waking up at four o’clock and coming back after three and a half in the afternoon didn’t mean a lot of time for “arguments”. What time was thereto be called your own time, or Maria’s? Few time, a lot then few … I was aware of that, but I had no other choice. If by any chance I managed to finish my work earlier, or there were such kind of works to be finished, I run for an hour or two to stay with Maria.