FEDYA
And it roars and thunders, and rages, sad there’s no end to it! Hoooo... it’s like the noise of a forest.... Hoooo.... The wind is wailing like a dog....
Shrinking back
It’s cold! My clothes are wet, it’s all coming in through the open door... you might put me through a wringer.... My concertina’s damp, and so there’s no music for you, my Orthodox…