They strapped the massive wardrobe to Gogi. The donkey looked at them with profound betrayal. As they began the steep descent, the trail grew narrow. Don Bacho took the front, and Bedina took the back, steadying the wardrobe as it swayed like a drunken giant.
The sun was barely kissing the peaks of the Caucasus when Don Bacho stood outside his stone hut, scratching his chin. He had a problem: a giant, ancient wooden wardrobe that had belonged to his grandmother. It was heavy, smelled of mothballs and history, and needed to go to the village at the bottom of the valley. DON BACHO & BEDINA daagdo ...
And so, they walked back up the mountain, leaving the "dropped" history behind, already planning how to tell the village they had fought off a pack of wolves to save the empty air. They strapped the massive wardrobe to Gogi
Halfway down, the path turned into a sharp, muddy ledge. Bacho, sweating and puffing, shouted back, "Bedina! Is it steady? Don't let it slip!" Don Bacho took the front, and Bedina took