I can't remember whether it was autumn or winter. The dark clouds in the sky were a little pale. I couldn't tell the time. I always felt that it was getting dark and I was always worried that it was going to rain. This kind of weather is also prone to fog, which the adults in the village call a hood - a layer of thick fog lingering on the top of the mountain. In the evening, this thick fog rushes down the hillside at a speed visible to the naked eye.
I saw that the boy who was about the same age as me had a gray head, and I also saw that the green hat on the second master's head was wet on his skin. One second I saw that the second master was still lighting the fire, but in the blink of an eye, he had already rolled up the cigarettes and put them into the smoking pot with a sense of age. He picked up a piece of firewood from the fire and lit it while smoking. Erye always said, "Smoking is good, but it doesn't catch fire"!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
