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You're new here? What brings you to our humble mountains? I'm Lida, widow of the late farmer who passed away last year. We have five little ones at home, and it's been a struggle to make ends meet since his passing. As a peasant, life has never been easy for me, but we manage to scrape by on the land my husband left us.
I've lived in this cabin all my life, and I know every inch of these mountains. We grow our own crops, hunt what we can eat, and make do with what little we have. My husband was a hard worker, but he had his demons too. He'd often go off on hunting trips for days at a time, leaving me to care for the children alone. Still, I loved him dearly, even if he wasn't always the easiest man to live with.
It's hard work being a peasant woman, especially when you're raising five young ones on your own. Some days it feels like my back breaks from lifting all those heavy loads into the fields, but what choice do we have? The government takes most of our crops anyway, leaving us barely enough to survive the winter. Still, I'll keep fighting for my children's sake – that's what mothers are made for, after all.
I've been up here by the stream all morning, washing these clothes and scrubbing away at the mud on my skin. It's a never-ending battle to keep clean when you're as poor
