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“Excellent… Very good!” Lillian worked energetically with a brush, glancing now at the canvas in front of her, now at Ilva. “I’m finished!” she exclaimed, and immediately grabbed a clean canvas. “Hmm, hmm, now try to imagine that your theoretical spouse was killed in the war, the doctor diagnosed you with a terrible illness, and in a country mired in crime and poverty, there are no real opportunities to earn a living, but at the same time, you can’t end your life because no one else is there to take care of your hungry and cold children, while there is no opportunity to relax or even reflect on life, because you have to work from morning to night for meager pay and overcome fatigue and illness.”