The south always breathes warmth. Even this word seems to be able to raise your body temperature a bit (unless, of course, you live in the Northern Hemisphere). In the South, the cultures and goals of civilization were born and declined, eventually ending up in the sands of time. The south is a place of big and small stories, intertwined like a gust of wind over the local seas. He is for everyone. Changing and seductive. And the South of Ukraine is no exception. And his little stories, like the stories of any respectable South, will probably sound best in the form of fairy tales.
Fairy tales, the heroes of which are squirrels and cats, minibuses and trains, mermaids and housewives, as well as the seemingly ordinary May showers. Fairy tales that once surrounded almost everyone in this world. Fairy tales that have made and still make our lives a little more charming.
