The mother embroidered her son’s shirt,
She put her soul and heart into embroidery.
As a memory of the folk echo,
Patterns appeared on the canvas,
Where every cross is a moment of life…
Laced on white blue,
The thread lay down thread by dream – The child’s destiny would be embroidered happy,
To become a talisman for my son
Nenka’s hands embroidered shirt.
Happy Embroidery Day!