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A fabulous story about how the dough ran away from the grandmother early in the morning. And it turned, toasted in the sun, into a sweet solar korovai, which was enough for animals and birds to eat. |
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A fabulous story about how the dough ran away from the grandmother early in the morning. And it turned, toasted in the sun, into a sweet solar korovai, which was enough for animals and birds to eat. |