Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all, What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine before thou hadst this more. Then if

At dusk, on the road between the Ukrainian cities of Zhmelnitsky and Rivne, just behind the small town of Shepetivka, where the coniferous forest begins, I stopped the car. 550 kilometers of the road was