and grigor mykhailovych even wrote somewhere in the letter that i finally warmed up.s thanks to volodymyr bilous that we now have many photos of hryhor tyutyunnik, pensive and smiling, worried, excited, and the only film footage of a live tobacconist was taken by bilous and he recorded the short stories that hryhor reads on a home tape recorder. sonia, don't judge me bitterly. but i have never told a lie to anyone and i will not tell anyone now, i hear every day that somewhere near me marfena's soul is walking, unhappy, sleep, go to her and tell her that i sent her, as i sang at the grinkiv fairs, our bandurista is blind, that i sent her three zuzuls with a bow, but i don't know if they will fly away with us. one's eyes will fall, we are leaving siberia, it was crossed out by an indecisive hand, in thick green ink, siberia is written at the top, we are leaving , i am the only one in the world of sleep, maybe she will call her soul back, and then oblivion will come to me, even for a moment, i hug you and carry you in the arms of a cradle with a son until life. when eve

book of guest reviews collected by a local historian, ukrainian writer petro rotach and also - grigor mykhailovychthat there is no cleaner and tastier water than from the outskirts of the poltava wells. from ukrainian wells.