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Sweet Darusya
aiming right at his brow.
Mykhailo lifts himself up
from the dam, takes a beech
stick into his hands – and then
makes his way across the
meadow. For the umpteenth
time he goes down to the
water and fromclose up gazes
onto the other side. From
there a cold breeze wafts and
the very same vague anxiety.
And June is already passing…
Soon one could cut wood in
the forest for woodworking.
You still can’t do that now – it
could be worm eaten. Wood
for woodwork rots quickly.
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