After the blizzard stopped, Druiysk, always with a gray-white background, did not become much brighter.
The houses on the street had their clay peeling off from the melted snow, and the white walls became mottled and unsightly. Most roofs were covered with reeds, and when soaked with water, they appeared even heavier. As for the orchards, for the town's appearance, the mayor had long ordered them chopped down.
Not a soul was visible on the streets, occasionally a few roosters crossed the road, the surface of which was covered with more than an inch of soft, pillow-like dust, which, when moistened, turned into a muddy mess, splattering mud spots on you with every step. Yet, whenever the mud prevails and roads become unnavigable, it becomes the animals' playground.
