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It was in the fall. The grey clouds covered the sky The cold wind was blowing from the shaking fields, carrying red and yellow leaves from the trees on the other side.
I came to the village at sunset and stopped by the post house.
In the blue, where poor Doña once kissed me, a fat woman came out and answered my questions and said that the old caretaker had died a year ago,
That he had a beer maker living in his house and that she was the wife of a brewery.
I felt sorry for my ****** journeys and seven rubles, reserved for free