Across the cobblestone path stood Giorgi’s tiny kiosk. He didn’t sell souvenirs or gold-plated trinkets. He sold second-hand cassette tapes and repaired old Soviet radios. His hands were permanently stained with solder and rust. The other vendors called him “Giorgi Griboedov” —a joke because he was always buried in broken things, trying to give them a second voice.
“No,” Nino said to Zura.
(Siq’varuls puli ar sč’irdeba)
Nino would laugh. “Giorgi, you can’t eat flowers. And you can’t pay my rent with them.” love don 39-t cost a thing qartulad
He looked at Nino like she was a stall he intended to buy. Across the cobblestone path stood Giorgi’s tiny kiosk