People may lie, but I'm truly innocent.
——Russian Proverb
In a remote corner of Russia's Vitebsk Province lies a small, remote city named Druiysk.
There are neither any majestic buildings nor can one see grandiose gardens like Ancient Babylon; walking along the unpaved dirt streets, one won't even spot a single building taller than four stories, and the chapel on the central plaza is low and dilapidated. In winter, the wind blows and makes the windows creak, sounding as if God has manifested.
Even if you lower the standard of opulence from four-story buildings to three-story ones, such opulent structures are still extremely rare here.
The few opulent residences belong to the Mayor, the Postmaster, and the Police Chief.
Yes, residences!
Although most people living in this city don't even know what this word means, perhaps only the few teachers with a secondary and higher education understand that it simply refers to someone's house.
