Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

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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