Houses stood in uneven rows, like new ones, although the roads and paths had long since been overgrown with grass and moss. The high walls of whose homes could have been built yesterday, but I knew that they lived through the second decade without warmness, care, and evening conversations. The windows glittered with purity in the cold sun, as if some eternally tortured mistress of about fifty cleaned them all for the holidays. About ten metres from us, a fox crossed the once wide road calmly, checking it was safe through his sense of smell. In the bushes, something was bustling about continuously, like an inept hunter in ambush.
“Perhaps the dogs are looking for something to eat”? Sava smiled bitterly.
My faithful friends... When they stopped coming to me one at a time, I did not even kn
