Shcho robyty zhintsi pislia rozluchennia, iakshcho don'ka uzhe dorosla y zhyve okremo, a kvartyru dovelosia zalyshyty? Zhinka pryizdyt' u portove selo, pochynaie pratsiuvaty u knaypi svoho brata, oseliaiet'sia v budynku na okolytsi. Vidchuttia domu v nei navriad chy kolys' bulo, ta y chy mozhna vvazhaty svoim toy dim, de mama ne vidchyniaie tobi dverey i zmushuie hodynamy chekaty na skhodakh? Zhodom inshyy dim, — toy, u iakomu narodylasia don'ka, — zhinka sama zalyshyla kolyshn'omu cholovikovi. Ne dyvno, shcho vona nazyvaie sebe liudynoiu bez korinnia. Ta chy stane domom dlia zhinky toy budynok na okolytsi sela, de vona u sorok visim rokiv nareshti zhyve sama, ale khovaie pistolet pid lizhkom, i iaku rol' tut vidihraie dyvnyy cholovik, iakyy umiie stavyty pastky na kunyts'?

Tsia knyzhka — pro potribnist' domu, pro vkorinennia, pro vazhlyvist' pam’iati, a shche — pro istorii, shcho staly lehendamy ta iaki ne mozhna zabuvaty.

The translation of this work was supported by a grant from the Goethe-Institut/Tvir perekladeno za pidtrymky hrantu Goethe-Institut.