Drip-Drip: Bulgarian Folktale of Fear and Folly
In a small Bulgarian village, nestled between whispering pine woods and green meadows, stood a crooked little hut at the edge of the road. Inside it lived an old man and his old wife, both bent with age yet full of chatter and warmth. Their thatched roof was so patched that every raindrop found its way in, and the house
