Book: Wonderful doctor

The deep silence and great calm that guarded the garden awakened in Mertsalov's tormented soul an unbearable thirst for calm, the same silence.

He did not say a single word to his wife, she did not ask him a single question. They understood each other by the despair they read in each other's eyes.

That great, powerful and holy thing that lived and burned in him during his lifetime, died out irrevocably.

It was quiet and solemn. The trees, shrouded in their white robes, slumbered in motionless majesty. Sometimes a piece of snow broke off from the upper branch, and you could hear how it rustled, falling and clinging to other branches.

God grant that the coming year treats you a little more condescendingly than this one, and most importantly - never lose heart.