The most rousing part of this farm was the last building we visited in. The evening was getting darker and we were thinking about leaving since we were camping and still had to set up a tent and build a campfire. It seemed to be troublesome to get into the last building and we were close to give up. Possibly there wasn't even anything interesting inside. For some reason, maybe it was intuition, we still hesitated and wandered around the yard until we finally figured out how to get in. And the place was totally worth it.
The whole house seemed to be untouched after the last inhabitant had left, Or almost - based on the half-eaten biscuits and flour packages there had been some little residents with rounded ears and a scaly tail. We had a feeling the last person (or people) who had lived there had left in a hurry. One sign of that was a cup on a table with a dried coffee stain in it. I saw a duck in a lace dress and with a crown in the stain.
Among other things patient information cards, magnifying glass and the rocking chair gave an impression of an old couple living there. I tried to find information about abbreviation "PYK" (engraved on the ring) but didn't find anything that would make any sense. If you know what it is, please tell me. Another thing telling about the history of the place was a painting of the farm how it used to be. The major differences between the picture and present was the color of the main building (used to be red, now green) and the condition of the yard where bushes and grass are now feral. The most unforgettable object in the house was a photo of a young girl with a haunting, miraculously ambiguous gaze.
