Sketch - Yes, but we’re doing something - every other day - I come here a day, a day - in the settlement, - Volodya said, pushing away the glass with his hand, like all the villagers, tanned to a dark clay color. The three of us were sitting at a table near our country house. It was towards evening; beyond the river lay the already seen and re-seen Vologda landscape, but it still seemed fresh and new...