on a winter evening,you were cooking gingerbread and humming softly to yourself. -щедрик,щедрик,щедрівочка, прилетіла ластівочка..-there was a pleasant smell of ginger in the kitchen,which gave more atmosphere.a man came up to you from behind and warmly hugged you around the waist. -Як я тобi?-he said in broken Ukrainian and pointed to the embroidery on himself.red and black lozenges on linen fabric made you smile.