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“Giv’me ye’ ring.” He was a racy man around forty. Bald, belly and naked to the waist. He behaved very free in the small room of the shabby jewelry workshop. The workshop was a well-lit, 5-by-7- meters small room in a little town with 28,000 residents. The town is called Khust. It is in Transcarpathia region in Ukraine. “What's wrong with it?” He said this in a dialect that I cannot always understand. This language is spoken in the region by everyone, and it is so different from Ukrainian that it seems to be the language of another country. “I bent it,” I replied. He silently took the ring and tightly planted it on a special cone. The man repaired it, and just silently gave it to me back. Direct, peaceful, it seemed as he was on his own wave. “How much do I owe?” “Heh, nothing,” - he replied strangely stretching his words, what is typical for this region. A half of the inhabitants of Khust can be characterized by this ease of perception. “Thank you very much, have a good day.” I replied and went outside relieved. There were a lot of cherry blossoms trees on the street. They are a rarity for Ukraine. They were brought here from abroad a few decades ago and it appeared that climate of Transcarpathians is acceptable for this sort (it is warmer here than in central and northern Ukraine). With time blossom trees have become the feature of the region. Tourists from all over the country travel hundreds of miles to enjoy their lush bloom in the spring. The delicate pink flowers so abundantly covered the branches that it resembled clouds. I wanted to hug them. Central Square was paved with paving. I was told that it had been repaired only last year. On both sides, the street was surrounded by local shops, workshops and small cafes. Nearby I saw a small lane with a bazaar and a pizzeria. You easily could find any kind of goods on that open-aired market: from cucumbers to sports pants and even window frames. I was listening. “This cabbage is good for preparing cabbage rolls and this will be better suited for pickling.” “Thank you, no need. I'm looking for tomatoes and salo (Ukrainian national dish prepared from pig fat). Was that your pig or you’ve bought those piece? “ It was loudly here. Sellers tried to sell the product at a profitable price, and buyers were trying to bargain. I went to the pizzeria. Sunlight couldn’t manage to get inside because of too dense shadow of the neighboring house. There were only a few tables. “Girl, give me some hryvnias" - a gypsy kid came up to me. His mother and several other women were sitting at a table by the window. They all wore checkered skirts or bright dresses. Not so clean. There are many Romani people in Khust, because in the neighboring village there is a camp where they live. There are about 300 dwellings there. Gypsies are well accustomed to the region, they visit the bazaars, go to the villages, sometimes to ask for food or money, and sometimes to simply talk to the locals with whom they managed to get on. I ordered pizza and shared a piece with a beggar. People live their lives here amidst extraordinary nature. They make their daily history. And ruins of the ancient Khust Castle are calmly looking on that everyday life from the top of the mountain, near the center of the town.