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Unknown pages of history. The eighteenth year of the last century, the Civil War, a man, a woman, a child... History has no pity for the little man in this world. Revolutions grind the bones of both those who unleash them and those who have nothing to do with them.

"…Here comes Kurilkinsky Lane, there is no sidewalk, a narrow street between shabby houses, on the right there are lanterns lined up in a row, which then disappear around the corner. At first, Martynukas cannot understand what is happening here. The children circle the first lantern and jump around it like birds that have been fed grain. Then they run away, leaving behind the lantern with the man swinging gently on it. The boy sees clean bare feet with neatly trimmed nails, and the colour of the feet is yellow for some reason. Martynukas lifts his head up. The man's thighs and calves are tightly covered in a pair of leggings with red stripes on the sides. His white uniform is covered with red spots, and even higher up, a dirty noose is wrapped around the officer's neck. Martynukas looks closely at the hanged man's face. He sees the whites of his rolled-up eyes, a strand of hair that has stuck together and hung on his forehead. The child is surprised by the purple tongue that hangs down to the very end of the dead man's chin. A lantern hangs over the head of the hanged man. The glass has long been broken, and the kerosene burner sways slightly, hanging over the edge, and the dead man is also slowly swaying. His right hand hits his leggings, and Martynukas hears this dull sound in the silence of the empty alley and immediately notices that the ring finger is cut off, and the wound is the same colour as the long tongue that sticks out. Martynukas turns away from the hanged man, but he is irresistibly tempted to look again. Opposite him hangs a sign for a barber shop, with a picture of a man with the same complexion as the hanged man. Now the desire to turn around becomes even stronger. Is the complexion of the hanged man and the drawn man really the same? He turns around and hears his own heartbeat...

And he runs headlong to where the children's laughter is coming from.