About the book: year / The yard gradually came to life after the night storm. Heavy winds and rain tore off the autumn gilding. The morning frost turned the late asters and dahlias into slimy monsters. Baba Luda, having completed her daily trip to the store and back, walked up to the bench, swept away the withered leaves with a newspaper, sat down and looked around like a proprietor. The sight of the flower beds caused her heavy sighs.