An elderly woman was picking mushrooms in the forest when she accidentally fell into a huge pit: she desperately tried to climb out until she noticed something terrifying in the soil 
The woman’s pension was small, and to avoid starving, she came up with a modest way to earn money — every morning she went into the forest to pick mushrooms, brought home several buckets full, sold part of them at the market, and dried or fried the rest for herself.
That day was warm and sunny, and after the rain, mushrooms were expected to be plentiful. The woman walked along a familiar path, toward the same places her late husband had once shown her. Her basket quickly filled with firm porcini mushrooms, and she felt lighter at heart. The smell of damp moss, the song of the birds — everything around her reminded her of her youth.
