A short story

In his youth, Grandfather Nedyalko was at a gurbet in America. When he returned to a village, he traveled to his young girlfriend, Baba Danka, to see each other. They had both been widowed for a long time, and she invited him to visit in the evening. Grandpa Nedyalko took home the prize - to boast. But the groom had agreed with her son in advance, and made the old man put his money on the table. And when the grandfather started counting, the son suddenly came out of the way, who had chased away the old marriage, and he had shrunk his profits ... After a while, her grandmother and son raised a lovely two storey house with a balcony. And the poorly impoverished grandfather, Nedyalko, had earned the purchase of eggs from his fellow villagers. Passing one day with his basket near the new house, he saw Grandma Danka sitting royal on the balcony. The old man called for her to come down to bring an egg, and to get up. But she, somehow mockingly and proudly, replied that she could not come down. "Well, Danke - I've got you on this balcony ...! - mostly to himself, the old man murmured remarkably. And he continued to walk around with the basket in the village...