- It was mid-evening and, in the tavern, tempers were heating up. Two men started to argue about recent events. Sitting by the fireplace, Oksana was watching. She finished her pint, then carefully took her violin out of its case and sat down on a table. The first notes, initially discreet in the hubbub, became powerful. After a few seconds, everyone had forgotten the quarrels and were listening to the warm sound of the violin. Satisfied to have appeased the spirits, Oksana smiled. -
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