We are staying in the refuge in the mountains. Powerful wind is howling among dark trees. We are only guests, lonely in a big hall. Silence and loneliness reminds us about vast expanse of untouched nature, surrounding the refuge. Sometimes the light is running out and forest darkness enters the house for a while. The wild wind forces the smoke back to the chimney, moves all the glasses in the windows and checks the worn-out frames. They survive.