The villagers were planning to dismantle the dilapidated house of Grandma Evdokia until they noticed who was living there.
The morning air in Zavrazhye was filled with the smell of frozen earth and smoke from chimneys. A green «Ural» truck rumbled down the main street, carrying bags of sand mixture — they were planning to build a modular club on the site of the old barracks. Fedya the excavator operator, sharply turning the wheel, … Read more