My grandfather and grandmother were left alone in their old age. My grandmother grew a vegetable garden, went after the cattle. My grandfather also did not sit idle, he made dishes out of clay for people (noble clay in those places!): bowls-plates, pitchers-makhotki, mugs-bowls, krynki and pots. And somehow it happened by itself – one of the pots came to life, oh, and the ruddy son came out!
