About the book: 2017 / “They don’t like Grandma Arina in the village. Every second guy remembers the salt from Grandma’s smooth-bore gun that dug into his back, they rub the backs of their heads, dragged by the curls of the strong With grandma's hand, the boys are picking at the scratches from the willow twig of the young girls, whom the grandma regretted beating with salt. Let them not interfere! Just what to do when in Arina’s garden the apples are as sweet as honey and not wormy at all, and in the pond, they say, the fish are swimming from real gold? If you don’t want to, you’ll climb in! So they climb, and the old woman is waiting in ambush with a berdana, hitting without missing a beat. Grandma is naughty…»