Дом без хозяина

“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 bodies above this death "- Andrey Platonov, the story" Chevengur ".