The girl was selling her grandmother’s preserves to survive. The other day, an unusual car stopped nearby with her.
The sun, like a golden disk, slowly rose above the horizon, flooding the village roofs with warm, gentle light. The air was filled with the scent of morning dew, blooming clover, and freshly turned earth. But in this peaceful, cozy morning landscape, an impatient voice of young Nadya was heard — a girl with eyes … Read more