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Chapter 7
ОглавлениеI finally got out of the windfall.
Before me lay a field covered with a white shroud.
The wind and snowstorm increased.
It was hard to stay on my feet.
Icicles of ice hung from the hood of
my windbreaker.
It’s hard to breathe in the bitter cold,
especially when you’re running.
But I didn’t give up.
If I lie down in the snow and immediately turn into a snowdrift…
That’s what awaits the traveler who has lost
faith in a happy outcome.
I’ll try my luck-maybe I’ll find an abandoned hut on a lonely farm.
