@goldenboughbook Дякую вам за підтримку України, цей лист написав мій друг і від вашої теплої реакції і чуйності до мого друга я впевнилась що обов'язково маю прочитати ваші книги і підтримати видання корейських творів в Україні, корейська ку��ьтура популярна серед молоді🥰
@adhocstudio hi, i really love Dispatch, but the thing that bothers me,that produser Anastasiia Kovaleva seems to be russian, at least by listed languages on linkedin, she clearly does not live there for a long time, but as a ukrainian i really want to know who you support ?
Today is Vyshyvanka Day.
One of the deepest symbols of our culture is our code.
In the Zone, no one wears vyshyvankas. But they’re still there. Sometimes, they simply rot on the floor of an abandoned house.
In 2017, stalker Illia Krotenko came across an old embroidered shirt in the village of Chapayivka (historically known as Khoromne) — a village that was stripped of its true name but never lost its soul.
The shirt was over a hundred years old. He moved it to a dry place, trying to save it. But years passed, and when he returned, the shirt was lying underfoot. Discarded. Forgotten. Lost among the wreckage of time.
Today, the shirt has been saved. It could not be fully restored, but master craftsmen created an exact replica. A story that could have rotted away with the roof now continues to live. A story that not even Chornobyl could erase.
A vyshyvanka is not a bulletproof vest. You won’t wear it on a raid. But even there — where concrete crumbles and radioactive dust lies thick on windowsills — it reminds us: we are. We were. We will be.
Happy Vyshyvanka Day, stalkers.
Photo by Illia Krotenko, Volodymyr Shchybria