Oddbean new post about login | logout In the second photo is my grandmother's sister, her name was Paraska. She had a difficult path and an incredible love story. Her husband's name was Mukhtei. When Paraska died, and I came to visit my grandfather, he always fondly remembered her and told their story, and I listened with delight. 1/3👇 https://ieji.de/system/media_attachments/files/111/161/356/349/168/563/original/c1286aab1ff66f0f.jpg
Looking at these photos, I asked my mother, where are the embroiderers, why haven't it's as a memory. Mom said that the grandmother's vyshyvanka is lost, and Paraska asked to bury her in it (her words, I got married in it, and bury me in it). According to tradition, the girl always had to embroider her wedding dress herself.
