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He began to sing the words of a song his grandfather used to play on the banks of the Prut river:

In the heart of this village lived Andrei, a master cobbler. He was a man who spoke little but felt much. He had a gift for reading the weight people carried just by looking at the wear on the soles of their boots. Lately, he noticed the villagers were walking with heavy, dragging steps. Laughter was rare, and the tavern sat quiet even on Saturday nights. Formatia Prut - Omule sa-ti mearga bine

At first, the villagers walked past, offering only curious glances. But the music was magnetic. Ion, the blacksmith whose shoulders were always tense from labor, stopped to listen. Maria, the schoolteacher who worried constantly about the future, paused her hurried walk. He began to sing the words of a