House on the edge. Onegin J.

The houses have a soul. This is absolutely for sure.

The old house rejoices when they come to it. Open shutters, open the windows. The old house is sad when it is left. Thanks for purity and freezes in anticipation of a new meeting.

The old house remembers small joys and great grief. Broken knees, nights without sleep due to first love. The bitterness of the loss also remembers.

The old house is books, photos, newspapers of twenty years ago, old letters, lots of the middle of the last century and the dishes of the year before last.

The old house is endless happiness and pain.

The old house is rustling at night and bats in a chimney.

"House on the edge" - this is A collection of short stories and short stories pierced by memories and fused the Middle Ages with a light flaler.

and almost every my story you will find a house. At least one. Or the castle, at worst.

Are we going on a long journey as the heroes of the story “Draw”, or just celebrate the New Year with family and friends, the house will always be the place where they are waiting for us.