The gray-haired tractor driver bequeathed a rusty barrel to the orphan. The villagers laughed, but after the man was buried, the whole village trembled.
Deep in an old village, lost among endless fields and whispering pines, stood a house with peeling paint and a roof slightly sagging under the weight of time. In this house, like a root grown deep into the earth, lived Zakhar Mikhailovich for seven decades — a man whose soul was filled with silence, wisdom, […]
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