Breathlessly watched, for this instant understood everything. The girl was probably going out to work somewhere. She had brought the fruit to throw to her little brothers as both a surprise and a reward for coming to the crossing to wave and shout their good-byes to their big sister leaving home.
The crossing at the outskirts of this lonely town in the dusk of evening, the three little youngsters who called like little birds, and the bright tangerines that fell down over their heads all this that came and went in the twinkling of an eye was branded forever upon my heart.