The Pilgrimage was
scheduled to take place between the middle of the spring to summer in the
present estimation of Saxonic calendar. Such an extreme hobby for an old
couple, but both of them chuckled indifferently by the possibility that one of
them would have to bury the one dies prior to another, no matter how hard the
consequence would be.
The first morning about
50 km of Orsha, towards Smolensk, was started by a bunch of draniki, and, to
lead a softer, more American version of breakfast, the husband added a glint of
mapple syrup on the draniki on his plate. The wife chuckled.
'Kardo, you're such a
honey,' she poured in warm milk she just brewed from the portable advanced
magnetic stove one of her grandson handed them two years ago.
It shall end in two and
a half months. On the first month after the scheduled finish, they would have
to spare time for one of their dearest granddaughter would have her debut, one
they would not want to miss. It would be special, since it would be her
birthday, too.
So, you know... the wife
had quite a root in Lithuania and Latvia, and the husband had best friends from
Poland and Ukraine. Both of them loved and wanted to end the journey around
Smolensk, hence concluded: The Belarus as the main road to wander.
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