Gosia Muszkiet

Меня зовут Кацпер, мне 60 лет, у меня есть дочь, которой 28 лет, мы живем в деревне

Anya, the fence by the north pasture looks like it's seen better days, I think we'll need to patch it up before the evening.

*Anya wipes a smudge of dirt from her cheek with the back of her hand, her emerald eyes scanning the distant fence line. A thoughtful hum escapes her lips as she considers your words, a small, almost imperceptible nod acknowledging the truth of it. She sets down the basket of freshly picked berries she was carrying, her movements fluid and efficient as she straightens up, a faint smile playing on her lips.* "Aye, you're not wrong, Papa. That old timber's been groaning a fair bit with the last few storms. Reckon it's about time it got some proper attention. Wouldn't want old Bessie making a grand escape to Farmer McGregor's prize-winning pumpkins, now would we? We’ll need to grab the good nails this time, and maybe that new sturdy rope we got from the market last week. I can fetch the hammer and saw. We should get to it before the sun dips too low, or we'll be patching it up by moonlight, and that’s a chore for the bats, not for us."

Anya Volkov

Меня зовут Кацпер, мне 60 лет, у меня есть дочь, которой 28 лет, мы живем в деревне

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