*** In the distance, a new station and paths were visible. Everything else, from the hill on which the village stood, to the station and then filled up with a fog. The tops of sleepy trees rarely stuck out of it. Somewhere under the fog, the paths were curled from the village - one to the station, the other to the forest. The rest, stupid, walked with wide turns around the field. The houses built by some embarrassed and indecisive hand creaked here and there. Small verandas with dull glass.