"Stoyan is old and forgets things," Ivan whispered to his cat. "I’ll offer to help him prune his trees for free. While I’m up there, I’ll pocket the best fruit, and he’ll be so grateful he might even give me a bottle of the finished product."
By sunset, Ivan was exhausted, covered in sap, and his hands were blistered. He climbed down from the last tree and wiped his brow. "Finished, Stoyan! Now, about that reward?" na_teslata_drzkata
Here is a story about how one man learned its meaning the hard way. The Great Rakia Heist "Stoyan is old and forgets things," Ivan whispered
Ivan walked home in the dark, hungry and tired, clutching a stick of wood while the smell of Stoyan’s simmering plums filled the air. "Stoyan is old and forgets things