Mighty, gray-haired, aged Man sits thoughtfully by the fire. In the glare of the fire, his eyes shine with unearthly sadness. The faithful winged horse (he already understands the Master) quietly nibbles near the withered grass. Only the measured roar of the Terek, and the croaking of the Ravens, breaks the silence of the night.
He was simply Born. After a while, flapping his eyelashes and opening his brown eyes wide, he could already look with amazement at the wonderful World around him. And Family Faces. Grandma, Mom, Dad, Uncles, Aunts, Relatives.
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