She goes to the woods and collects scattered splinters for the fireplace of the haunted Manor.
The maidservant works for the Landlord and Landlady since her childhood.
Still in her teenage but she looks so matured in this sweatshop.
The childless couple made restrictions to the maidservant.
The woods are out of bounds for her as they sniffed the young forester make love with her.
What a cruelty? They scared that the servant would disappear soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very touching story. Praise for your rich imagination. Kindest regards, Sandra