Elena Horňáková

Mrs. Elena sent us a neighbor who admires her care of rose beds at the entrance. For Elena Hornak, flowers are a hobby. Even in his 1980 ‘ s, from spring to autumn, he cuts, digs, and waters rose beds in front of the building. These varieties were planted in the 1970 ‘ s, and the roses have sturdy stems, large, smelling flowers. White, red, pink, each rose has its own charm. According to the pension most intense smell yellow. This smell reminds us of my colleague’s childhood.

People like to stop at roses and admire their smell. Elenka complains that her hand hurts so much that she can’t even sleep. He can’t even keep a pen in it. She could barely sign. She was all the more upset when she once caught a man tearing petals at roses and putting them in a bag that he needed.

I told him that I planted the arrows here, and if he needed them, buy them or grow them, Elenka was indignant. He’s gonna watch out for him this year.

Elenka has another passion for cooking. For years she made a cook in Merin and still enjoys trying out new recipes from Slovak or television shows about cooking. Her son, however, likes the classic: beef stew, baked duck or segedin.

On the way to the parking lot, we had another valuation interaction. This time with a little hairy ball. The annual little bitch appreciated both of us with her well – drilled tail and her right dog’s tongue.