On the outskirts of a large metropolis, against the backdrop of skyscrapers, there is a gloomy old, shabby, dilapidated, half-ruined, private house with a slanted roof, overgrown with ivy, with broken glass. The chimney on the roof has collapsed. The door is locked with a rusty padlock. Old, dried-up, twisted trees with growths stand without leaves, overgrown with moss with broken branches. Despondency and a deserted house. Here and there, in the grass, household utensils can be seen. In the foreground, there is only a large, old, tattered, darkened pages, photo album with yellowed and faded family photographs of portraits of unknown people. It lies in the dirt on the porch among the trash. The path to the gate is overgrown with weeds and strewn with dry leaves and thorny bushes. crows are sitting on a rusty iron bed near a wooden fence