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THE LAST Perogie


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THE LAST Perogie

An elderly Ukrainian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering

the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of

his favorite Ukrainian perogie with fried onions wafting up the stairs.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.

Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.

Downstairs, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the

kitchen, where if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself

already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen

table were hundreds of his favorite perogie.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty

years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled

posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the perogie was

already in his mouth.

With a trembling hand he reached for a perogie at the edge of the table,

when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his

wife.

"Get lost." she said. "They're for the funeral."

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