The old men (No Country for Old Men) (№ 157780)

We in former times have returned... as if I was riding that night wandered through the mountains, through the pass took place. It was cold. Plenty of snow lay... Suddenly I see - he rides past me silently, without stopping. ... He rode in his wrapped blanket, lowered his head... so he rode, and I saw in his hand the fire. He, the old, the horn is carried. I saw the horn. He was burning from the inside, milky, moonlight. And I realized in the dream that he rode forward. And make a fire there in the unknown distance, where the darkness and the cold. And, whenever I come, he's waiting for me there... And then I woke up.