“A hundred years ago or so, an old woman died on the road from Pushcha-Voditsa to Kyiv. Baba Rudenchikha had absolutely no intention of doing this; she was determined to live and make a long journey all the way to the White Church, where her older sister was widowed. Seventy-year-old Rudenchikha was going to lie to her sister Varvara that she had come for her sake, to help her in her old age, after all, she was already closer to eighty, and Rudenchikha, thank God, was strong, arguing before work, she still had the same thing - to bring and do. And the woman walked quickly, her bare heels clicked on the road quite energetically and, perhaps, even echoed in the center of the earth...”