The faces on the portraitsOne person lost in the woods. It wandered and, in the end, twilight came upon a hut. No one was inside, and he decided to go to bed. But he could not sleep because on the walls hung portraits of some people, and it seemed to him that they are ominous looking at him. In the end, he fell asleep from exhaustion. In the morning he was awakened by the bright sunlight. On the walls there were no paintings. It was the window.
