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Chapter 6

For a while I walked along the snow-covered sleepers, and then again went deep just in case to confuse the trail in the dark winter forest.

I walked through snowdrifts,

skirting stumps with white downy snow caps, it

was cold, my back was cold in the cold.

I thought it would be nice to find a place to sleep on

a frosty night,

and get some rest,

I looked at my watch.

it was 23.25

December 31, 2020