Stone crushing

It's snowing outside again. Snowflakes fall on your head and face. Cold air touches your cheek. Evening twilight envelops the city. The night sun peeked out uninvitingly from behind the horizon and disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving a scarlet trail in the sky as a farewell, as if it were hurrying you to pick up your morning coffee from the car and go home, and then to work. People are rushing fussily along the sidewalks in different directions. Someone smokes, standing at the entrances of houses, someone hastily runs into the warm interior of the bus. To get home, you need to walk 7 km through snow drifts. It's chilly, freezing fingers and nose, hitting