“Then a solemn white manor was opened on a high place, depopulated to a homeless appearance ... Like graves on the churchyard, the remains of services and small houses lay in the thickets of grasses and bushes. The columns guarded the empty, buried world. Ornamental noble trees kept their slender...
A.P. Clauseverz is an ordinary person with an ordinary life. There is work by which he fills the void inside, there is a rented room and there is a dream. But one tiny event destroys his entire tiny world in the bud - a house grows on his head.
