By the way, there was also his "basin" - an old VAZ "seven" inherited from his father. Not God knows what, but, nevertheless, a means of transportation. It was. Yesterday. And now there were no cars, no people, no tents - only one of his black and orange dome. And the clearing was clearly different: a small island in the middle of century-old pines, bordered by thickets of raspberries and rose hips. - Fuck!..