"Mosh (Grandfather) Vasile, as both the children and adults in the village call him, thoughtfully walked along the path. A familiar stitch led him to the vineyard, where he had been walking for many years. He knelt down by the vine, and tears flowed down his cheeks. Bitterly the old man had to say goodbye to the vineyard - this year he will no longer work here in the spring. There's nothing to be done - eighty-six years old, his hands can hardly lift the chopper.
Hard work in the vineyard. But the love of viticulture in a real person is a love for life."
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"The wine gurgles, pouring in a tight red stream from the flat into the glass. With a bow, the best man passes it to the bride's parents. They drink silently, savor it for a long time, look at each other, as if for advice, and then smile. The groom felt relieved from the heart - he liked the wine."
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* A STORY ABOUT MOLDOVAN WINE-MAKING FROM THE MAGAZINE “AROUND THE WORLD” 1971
