Bukovina, the blue land...
From early spring till late autumn mountain meadows are dressed in the motley of varicoloured grass. Ripening ears bow low to the mother-earth and trees in the orchards. Green mountains proudly soar in the morning mist. Folk songs of Bukovina area loud beauty of the native land
Hutsul shepherds feel themselves at home on mountain meadows. Beneath, in the green thicket of the valley there is a Hutsul farmstead with sheds, a fence of pine trees and pastures
The Prut River takes its beginning it the blue Carpathian mountains