Three Days

Nazarov enjoyed the calm of the evening silence, admiring familiar expanses stretching for many miles. He remembered how land, full of forests, villages, and hamlets, washed by rivers and streams, presented itself to him as a fertile dish. Right at the heart of this land stood his old—but best in the area—mill, symbolizing the steady, successful life he had built. And he was confident that his efforts and property would pass into reliable, capable hands.