You walk around the city, your wife says that you need to buy fabric. Okay, let's go. You go waiting for the Sovkovsky household, auntie behind the counter, dusty rolls. In reality, everything is different. The friendly salesman meets in a cozy pavilion, where the perfectionist's eye rejoices, shows a palette of colors, coloring books and prints. There is everything from kulirka to kashkorse. You can also run into leftovers for a nominal fee. The guys have a live Instagram with information that is updated almost daily, I punched it after I gathered my eyes in a bunch and noticed the sign)

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