The last time he was here over a month ago. So he showed respect to her unspoken desire to be one. He did not forget about her, cared for her to have always had supplies, sometimes sending news with riders, who brought these supplies. But! Now was he - and she opened the door in front of him. - Good morning, - he said, taking off his hat and went inside. She was surprised, noting that he lost weight and looks tired. Under the eyes of the shadows, his mustache did bow down. Something happened to him in recent weeks. She felt sorry for him involuntarily.