Rita Ivanovna Volkova. people about people (№ 415563)

Here in Abkhazia, if they find black obsidian, they certainly split, considering it diabolical. Once I found such a stone and left it to myself. I picked it up, wiped my hollow shirt from the dirt and looked at the sun like bottle glass. It was black, shiny, like fertile "fat" earth, and when the sun's rays penetrated the heart of the stone, I saw two stripes resembling golden sand. And so it stood for a long time until my older brother called me out.