въжделена

In our family tree, modest figures of master blacksmiths, pipers and carpenters stand out. Among them is my father - Tsanyo Neykov - a respected and time-honored woodcarver (marangozin). He died in 1956 as a deserved artist of the republic. Many things changed in their lives: they were often full and hungry, they were respected and humiliated, loved and hated, they lost and gained property, but only their love for grandfather Ivan remained unchanged. At that time, there were no permanent Turks in the Tryavna region, because the villages guarded the mountain passes and the people felt somehow like in their "gubernia": more independent and freer. And therefore, without hindrance, they confessed among themselves their holy love and trust in Russia and in everything Russian.