About the roadside restaurant "Pani Yana" on the route Kyiv-Chop between Novohrad-Volynskyi and Korets in the village of I mentioned Pylypovych in passing back in 2011. And although, as they say, there is no stability in the world - it was still very nice to see the opposite.
I discovered the family cafe "Uncle PIZZA" during my last visit to Lutsk on my own. Now I know that there are two of them in Lutsk: one is on Lesia Ukrainka Street (a pedestrian street from the Central Department Store down, in the basement of a house with a jewelry store), I was in it.
Several authors on TurPravda delight me with their humorous stories. My story is rather sad, but it really happened to me on my first trip abroad in the distant 2004. Moreover, even though “a chicken is not a bird, and Poland is not a foreign country”, it is in Poland.
Do not expect anything grandiose from my city. But he is what he is. And I love him very much. Come and have a look at it. You will not regret : )
About WHERE TO LIVE in Berdichev, they already wrote on Turpravda: http://www.turpravda.ua/ua/berdichev/U_Svata-h36962-r79323.html http://www.turpravda.ua/ua/berdichev/Pan_otel-h25385-r54202.
Shufutinsky probably wrote his "Quiet, like in paradise. At the edge of the place the stars shine brightly. I cut myself, I sing to myself. . . ”Not only about Berdichev's Jews, because our city has always been considered the unofficial Jewish capital.
The report was written in early January. But due to known events it was not possible to finish it in time. And now some information in it is outdated. But not the point. I think that in general the details do not greatly affect its content.
Well, in continuation of the "dumpling" theme. I repeat, I'm not a big fan of dumplings, dumplings, ravioli, etc. But I will not refuse outright. Encouraged by my impressions of Lutsk, on my last trip to Lviv I visited the International Varenichny Fund, which I had previously ignored.
Like any Ukrainian, I really like to eat delicious food. And in this sense, I always suffer, being away from my native home - well, how can there be no usual food in the “foreign land”?
Az, BUKI, Vedas ***Instead of an epigraph. I do not argue - the world is vast and diverse, and there are so many interesting things out there, somewhere far away. Reading the stories of other authors, sometimes I even howl with quiet envy.
Ukraine, Parkhomovka, Roerich and more *** Instead of a preface. The desire to write about this journey arose long ago, right after arrival. But, as they say, the hands did not reach.
I wrote the first part (discussion by hotel) under the impression of 2 days in Western Ukraine in Ukrainian. But since my native language is Russian, I will continue on it.