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LAMP FELL-YELLIN of old furniture, it renewed and beautified it. It chased away the gloom from the peeling old walls- All that-as long as it remained the guest of Poverty. The lamp felt good with people who appreciated a bit of light. It was good to see how wonderfully the light fell upon the brown-skinned faces, upon the colored moving legs and hands, to see the joyful shadows dancing on the walls, to watch the sad face of the housewife how she counts and counts and counts once more her weekly payments on this lamp. Soon she will have no more worries, one more month and one more week...and she will call the lamp her very own! But (as if it happened today), the lamp remembered another woman crying bitterly: "Oh no, it cannot be, I shall not permit it, no, no, no- don't take the lamp away! Justice! Is this justice? One month left to pay! and I paid and paid so much already!" She caresses the lampshade; no use-no use-too late! Have you ever seen- have you ever heard the story of a simple lamp that became a Legend? A lamp like others of its kind, not the very best, not the most beautiful- once again displayed in the show window on its brass base, 263
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