He heard the cries, the girl village woman, the old man and the strong man, desperately pleading, they were all so familiar.
The crying suddenly stopped, and it was replaced by the boy's laughter, not the flawless and wanton laughter of a child, but a wild laugh, happy, almost crazy, almost crazy.
The boy's smile was full of evil.
Intention: - It is the time of frost, and snow falls on the high branches.