Memory of the poet

I lived with my aunt Todorka for two years. I finished high school with her, because they lived in Kyustendil. This was in 1906 and 1907. Her husband had passed away. His house was in the same yard of Grandpa Slaveykov's small house, where Slaveykov, from Bolgrad, lived. Kosta Atanasova, niece of Pencho's daughter-in-law 62 Slaveykov, Todorka Ivanka Slaveykov, lived with Pencho Slaveykov, on Slaveykov Square. Our windows looked out onto Pencho's windows. Here at my aunt's, I saw him for the first time. A tall, handsome, black-eyed man with a cane. He made a strong impression on me, especially since he moved with difficulty and used it slowly, slowly. He came very often, usually after lunch for coffee, and on Sundays at around 10 in the morning. From afar I could hear his stick on the cobblestones when he came to my aunt's. He would come down to the dining room and talk to my aunt. As soon as he came in, I would jump up and down, ready to hand him this or that, to help him with something. My aunt would tell me that this embarrassed him - not to sit so alert and not to show that I noticed his disability, because it bothered him. One day he came over and told my aunt: