The one-room house — zemlianka — is built into the side of a hill. Other walls are of logs and sod. It is a simple house. A woman is just outside, dressed for the old country and tending to something. She looks up and takes tentative steps toward us.
"My name is Maria," she says in an accent as thick and pure as sour cream for borscht. "I don't speak English."
A visitor asks: "When did you come to Canada?"
Maria answers: "I am here one year." Then she speaks, more confidently, in Ukrainian ... and then, in just enough English: "You want look in my house? Please ... "
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