Old stone house in one of the poorer districts of Warsaw. Story opens with the narrator's relationship to those that bought from the antique dealer vest. Vest has a very interesting history. Once belonged to a marriage. These people are very much loved. The man was an official, a woman teacher, and despite the fact that led a modest life, they were very happy. To time. One day, in fact, it turned out that her husband does not call. At first it looked scary, but then began to violently attack the disease. It was tuberculosis. Incurable then. Husband from day to day mizerniał, was forced to resign from work. Wife also opt out of his professional duties, and days to watch with my husband. All the clothes hung on him like the fear of sparrows. Husband wearing his favorite vest every day pushed the bar to show his wife that he did so not weight loss. One day he surprised even himself when the slide bar, it appeared that the vest is for him to be tight. Boasted that from his wife. Poor man, he was not aware that the wife of his immense love, so do not worry about her husband's health, every night that cut short a little bar. In this way both to deceive, but this was fraud in the name of love, kindness of heart, with care. But soon her husband died. Desperate woman, the impoverished to the limit, because the treatment was quite expensive and need to sell this vest in her husband. He bought her an itinerant trader, and later bought it from him tell the story, who was a neighbor of that marriage and the whole time watching the couples struggle with the cruel disease, and no better fate, struggle to save their love, joining and not be ill.
Ps. niewiem czy dobrze są sformuowane niektore wyrazy wiec nie ponosze odpowiedzialnosci jesli bedzie cos źle. Nie chcesz nie pisz :)