жаль нет ружья


Standing under the penetrating rays of the midday sun at the beach, "the same sun" that burned the day he buried his mother, he faces off with the arab. Suddenly scorched by a hot blast of wind from the sea, blinded by the sweat in his eyes, he fires the revolver and shatters the silence of the day.

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