The Story of the Lost Castle
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Ermolai with the second hand "grabs the heart"
Ermolai (continues to read aloud slowly with some shortness of breath). Something is leading me into this damned forest, folder, and pulling, and dragging.
Don't worry about me, I've got everything in store. I have everything I need for a hike. I know that you will worry anyway, of course you will. But I couldn't do otherwise. I hope you understand me. I know that you will understand, even if not immediately. And… you will forgive sometime.
Your daughter, Callista.
A tear-breaking melodic composition sounds.
Ermolai turns the letter over with a shaking hand, looks to see if there is anything on the back. But there's nothing there.
He awkwardly nervously takes off his glasses, does not know where to step, what to do.
His condition is understandable and adequate to this situation. He literally starts pounding from the realization of what happened.
Ermolai tries to control himself. Takes a few steps in one direction, then slowly turns around, takes a few more steps in the other direction. Thinking.
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