In one hundred meters, he slowed down, and his breathing almost didn’t change, but at least that hallucination was left behind, and his palms were once again empty — grab the air with them and walk on!
At the road, a fallen birch lay. Its leaves were red, as though filled with blood.
To the left of the road, then up to a wooden gate, and there, on a hillock, stood a while building, tidy as a cake, with three windows on the back end and four on the front, with a porch in the middle with stairs. St. Philip’s Hermitage — this is where the iodine plant was now. It used to be in a different place; apparently, they had just moved.
Next to the building, in the front yard, he saw something like a hen house made of logs with a small window and a small door — it’s possible this was the cell of th
