Mr. Lutsyk scooped out a hole in the soft clay in the forest, and the cat Abel reposed calmly in the Lord together with the tote bag. The newfound grave digger removed his cap and for several minutes remained silent over the fresh grave.
The return trip was very easy for him, but just as he stopped on the street, he heard those steps again. Someone was rushing after him, at times he sensed a nervous breath. Mr. Lutsyk stubbornly refused to look back. But when he slammed the car door shut and the motor started to grumble, he suddenly backed up to a wall and took a look. No, no-one was planning on running him over. The street was empty and quiet.
The next day in the morning a letter came without a return address and, as earlier, without post marks.
“Ah, how unkind this is, Mr. Lutsyk, to
