The Winter of Our Souls

Глава 1From the window of the castle, the only thing that could be seen was the snow-covered forest, which for some reason always looked black from this vantage point. Gloomy black fur-trees were bent under the weight of the snow, and the gloomy, low, gray sky seemed almost to lie on their tops. On a sunny day, the view might even have been pleasant, but the old man could not recall the last time that he had seen the sun. As far as he remembered, there were only heavy clouds and snow, snow everywhere, and only gray and black, black and gray – the only colors of the world.He did not know why he climbed the castle’s tower every day, despite his aching legs, and peered out at the misty horizon. Many years ago he had waited for his son to return, but now he had no one to wait for. The road to the castle had long since been abandoned, the forest grew closer to the walls, and every night the …