A clumsy blueberry saleswoman at the market
I really liked everything, but the penultimate day spoiled all the impressions. Inadequate seller of berries. It stands immediately on the right as you enter the market, black. They wanted to buy blueberries for the child (now we know what this berry is called), but they didn't know how to say it correctly and asked how much blueberries cost. So she made such a face that she didn't want to eat at all. And he says, it's a blueberry, you think it's a blueberry! We are from Zaporizhzhia, but we have forgotten its name in both Russian and Ukrainian. I didn't want to buy anything from her and said let's go and buy somewhere else. So she started calling us whores and shouted that it's time to learn the language, although we already know it so well! And she shouted that her brother is at war, not knowing who we are, where we are from, and who is at war with us.
I have one question for her - what does it matter what the name of this berry is, and why should I even pass the Ukrainian language exam to this person in the market?
By the way, I have a state certificate of fluency in the Ukrainian language, unlike this person.