Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Sweet Darusya

“Maybe the Poles have stolen her away to the other side?! She grazes the cow next to the river. And now they want a ransom?” The chief of the gendarmerie sighed a second time: “Mihai, soon it’ll be a year already since there haven’t been Poles on the other side. The Soviets are in charge now.” “I don’t have any interest in that…,” he half-heartedly interrupted. “I have my own hernia….” The lieutenant sighed a third time: “They, on the other hand, do have a lot of interest in many things… But, I think, who-who, but they didn’t abduct Matronka… there was no reason… Go home, gazda , and I’ll give you help

with the search. God is good — we’ll endure even this…,” Lupul finished and for some reason patted Mykhailo on the shoulder. * For the second if not the third full day the male households of Cheremoshne searched for Matronka – but the woman disappeared like a river Niavka nymph. It was as if a living person fell into the earth without a trace. It was horrifying to think about such a thing happening in an inhabited place, and without anyone even noticing. Another time a chicken digs up a bed in a neighbor’s garden and at the other end of the village the women gazdas argue about that trifle. And here such a thing… Yes, as though people on that day simultaneously went to

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