Life seemed cloudless. But trouble was waiting around the next corner…
One day on the third day of the Bright Week, the whole family was sitting at the table in the living room. Suddenly, a yard man arrived from the village — in torn clothes, haggard and unshaven.
He stands there, fiddling with his cap in his hands and can't say a clear word.
— What happened, Grigory? Mamma was alarmed.
— Misfortune... the patrimony burned down…
The parents jumped up and fell to their knees...