Suddenly, all he heard was silence. Heavy, deathly – no. He bit his lips – silence. Flakes of fleecy dust were whirling around like a gray snow in the dim light of an improbable dawn. Gravels hurtled down the slope, bouncing bumping into each other. Bigger stones rolled down, bouncing, too, some of them smashing.( Read more... )

This part and the next... well, I shouldn't have told you about how much I hate sad ending...