A kind of script about rural life with its brutalities, its malice, and the unspeakable suffering. In this book, the incarnate word finds a new interpretation. This terse story narrates the denial of a child's life. Limited to reduced perceptions, viewed from the perspective of a balcony that juts into the central events of the village square but allows only a limited viewpoint, it still attempts to participate in the life of the village. As an apocalyptic metaphor for the downfall of a close-knit community, the narrative serves as a kind of script about rural life with its brutalities, its malice, and the unspeakable suffering. Despite all the provincial familiarity and closeness, because it is so humanly inhuman, idyllic yet profoundly terrifying, the theme resonates with its universal strangeness.