Bread in Republic of Moldova is something sacred. For the city dweller bread is that is on sale in shop. For the peasant bread more than meal. It almost the deity, which sacrament of birth is accompanied by special rituals. Only the house bread got mixed up by hands of the kind mistress and baked in the house furnace, bears in itself special energy in which the earths-mothers and generosity of solar beams have incorporated warmly. Only taste of a fresh loaf and it with what not comparable aroma give to the person sensation of completeness of life.
And this sensation at times so does not suffice us... You Will look at persons of these women, executed light wisdom, calmness and understanding something the main thing in this life, and you will think: and can, indeed throw all this city vanity, be released from a trolleybus crush and sitting in the smoked offices, not to potter with pieces of paper, and to lodge somewhere in a small small house with a garden, and it is slow, любовно to knead the dough, feeling what it warm both live, and furnace хлебы, and to treat with them neighbours and to rejoice to a good harvest, and to look in the evening, how there ascend stars.