The whole village laughed at her craft. Her daughter begged her to stop. Her husband pretended no...

Оповідання Олени Гущенко

Kateryna went to Yaremcha once a month to get medicine for her mother. That day, as she was leaving the pharmacy, she stopped by the window: there was her own rug hanging there, made three weeks ago. A tourist next to her was bragging to her husband on the phone: “Imagine, three thousand six hundred