" Marjan "

It was said that an old woman with long white hair lived here. She had neither a husband nor a child, she had no relationship with anyone and didn't talk to anyone. She would stare at you when you passed by the house. She wasn't smiling or Frowing. Sometimes she smoked, sometimes she knitted orange woolen clothes, and every Wednesday a man would come by and take the clothes. She had a duck, she called her "Marjan". They said only Marjan knew what her pain was. Only Marjan understood her. They said that since Marjan died, her spirit has gone into this old woman. Do you know why people are so lonely?