Grey smoke drifts, rising from the stove’s embers—a hearth glowing with the day’s fiery sparks, saturated with scorching sun. In every speck of ash, fleeting seconds pass—future memories. Memories of cold kvass after the bathhouse, of the first fish caught independently, and simply of warm days spent with Grandpa in the village.
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