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.