There is a house on the outskirts of the village - old, haggard, almost collapsed. And everyone bypasses him, as if they were afraid of something. And in fact, it blows a mile away from that dilapidated hut with something dreary and bitter, as it happens when a lot of human grief happened at this place... The decrepit skeleton of the hut is overgrown with village rumors from bottom to top. And in the evenings, passing by more than once, I all ask myself the same question, looking into the blind black holes of the window openings - what was really there?..