This is a populated place, where people laugh and cry! There every night the lamps glow and illuminate, pitiful streets and the lake still smilingly welcomes its guests!
The wind blows thin twigs of an old pear in a poor yard and plays in forgotten pitchers thrown over the empty barn ... Behind the fence on a stool the old woman sat sitting and looking through the field far with tired and full of eyes ... My child is waiting for her to see, soon time to come home ... That the hot sun already comes, and from early morning he plowed ...
The wind dropped to the field and they blew the dusty ground ... There, near the fields, he stopped and silent silence ... At the headland, just down the road, near the mown, dried grass, a young plowman lay without breath with a torn bag in your hand ...