I am greeted by silence ... Until recently I came here and I was met by my father - the last living among all the people of this generation who lived in old huts. He lived there alone after death his wife with several chickens and several cats. Every day he lived his quiet, harsh life, gathering water from a well, lighting firewood in a stove, pouring grain for chickens and milk for cats ... Without haste with prayer, in anticipation of death ...
And here she came. Suddenly it became quiet and the snow covered the paths and tracks of people. The huts are motionless ... Firewood for the winter ... Potatoes in the basement ... My grandfather left it as a legacy. Only a black cat is sitting near the house and waiting for the owner ...
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