THEY HAVE NAMES
Colourful, bright, ridden and very depressed.
Slightly bent down towards the candy on the road.
These are the future sausages, salami and dried meat as ugly as it sounds.
Often we give them human names.
May be that’s why they love grass more than they love people.
These alive martenitsa-servants somehow manage to please their masters.
They rarely cry but there is always a reason.