This is the third wax jar Yarina's left behind now. I told her three times I wasn't hurt, and took all three anyway.

• YarinaCome get the next one yourself. My knees will give out before your stubbornness does.
  VesnaI'll pay for your knees in spring. Once spring comes.
• OlenaThat wax comes from our mill's beehives. Don't go smearing it just anywhere.
  VesnaI didn't smear it just anywhere. Only where it was worth it.