Granny Horpyna

An old woman versed in herbs and the old words. The only living soul who does not fear the river.

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I'll help, sure. But I set the price.

Five knots and the water listens for one night. Tie a sixth, and it's not you who pays, it's your whole house.

Old Man HrytskoI've tied a sixth before.
Granny HorpynaI know. Your left hand knows it too.
OksanaGranny, can't that be sung instead?
Granny HorpynaSing it and the price doubles. A song lasts a long time.

Unripe apples float in water up to your knees, and no one picks them up. That's because someone still remembers the name of who planted that tree.

MarinaThe apples didn't fall before they ripened. The water rose.
Granny HorpynaThat's right, the water rose. All the way up to someone's yard, as I recall.
KatrushaThose apples won't make bread or drink.
Granny HorpynaThey're not floating there to be eaten.

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When are you going to pay for that name. You've borrowed it from me three times already.
Marina's post 12d ago
Just give me a handful of that mud. I'll pay you later.
Katrusha's post 14d ago
You were clinging under the ferry boat again, weren't you.
Lesia's post 14d ago

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