In The Fog The oblique rain glistening in the fog so it seemed like a transparent fabric stretched exactly the canvas on the frame. I looked at it nearly see the mountains in the distance: they were like a dark ridge of a dragon who lied sleeping on the meadow. The deep forest which stretched along the road was deep green, almost black in the night. The forest was silent in the rain. No birds, no animals, nobody as if all being were dead. And only plants could survive in such an oppressive environment. I looked back. The road came out into the mist behind me; no lights no sign of life. I had nothing to lost, so I went slowly along the road not knowing exactly to where it led. Sooner I saw a light not far away, so I had a chance to get it before the inhabitants went to bed. I hurried. Rain thinned and the fog began to dissipate, there were only narrow strips of haze, just tentacles' octopus enveloping all around. I heard a thunder in the distance. Maybe the storm was coming again. The light I had seen was a house, one window was illuminated, but just before I came close enough it turned out. I doubted a minute, but thunder rang again and the rain began. I approached and knocked at the door. I wait about five minutes. It seemed to me I heard a footsteps behind. Little by little I was overcome by a strange feeling of terror. I knocked again. There was no reply. Someone's eyes were drilling into my back. I wanted looked back, but I was afraid to see a wild animal or... I hammered the door. I don't know how long I was waiting, but it seemed like an eternity. At last the door was opened.