“He ran, he ran!” Nikitich burst out, in a rage. “Just look at their house! It’s always mess, noise—there’s never anything to eat! Four kids!” The major raised a finger indignantly. “So any man would have run!”
“And what about you?” Mariyka looked at him defiantly. “You have three yourself! You’ll run too?”
And then Nikitich realized what fatal mistake he’d made—but it was already too late. His wife’s lips tightened into a thin, sharp line, and her eyes filled with tears.
In the village everyone knows everything. And if they don’t know, they’ll invent it. Just like this: a man disappeared. Where he went is unknown, but the whole village is sure he ran—away from his wife and the everyday grind. But now it’s a matter of honor for Nikitich: to find him and prove everyone wrong.