I went to the door. It was a small and old house. I took my knife out of my pocket and cut branches and leaves that blocked the opening of the door. I grabbed the handle and turned. The door opened. I pushed her. It was dark inside although it was sunny outside.
I heard slow footsteps and then a voice.
-Johan, is that you?
The trembling voice sought me. She was definitely an old woman. But what was an old woman doing there living alone?
She came to the kitchen dragging her feet.
-Johan!
When I saw her I calmed down.
+ No, lady, I'm not Johan.
-Who are you then?
+ I'm Mihael, and I'm a ...
-Sorry son, I don't see very well, could you tell me where you are?
The room was small but there was old wooden furniture, an armchair, a sofa, a table and other things scattered here and there. In front of me was another door and also at the bottom on my right.
+ I am at the door in front of you, lady.
-Oh, then go inside. What are you doing here?
She didn't see me clearly, she didn't know who I was, I could have told her I was a soldier and that I had found her home in the woods but I didn't. I didn't want to scare her.
+ I was passing by these parts, I saw his house and I was wondering if there was anyone.
-Oh, that's cute. Do you like my house? It is all in stone. My husband built it with his own hands before we got married and I have always lived here. It may not be as beautiful as a modern house but it is full of old memories.
The woman squinted and looked around with a smile.
+ Do you live here with your husband?
-I lived there, my husband has been dead for some time now.
+ I'm so sorry.
-It doesn't matter, dear, it's life, there are those who go and those who stay.
There was a few seconds of silence then she turned to me.
-Could you help me find the glasses?
I turned on the flashlight and started looking around the room. After a few minutes I found the glasses under the table next to the chair. They had simply fallen to the floor. I dropped to my knees and picked them up from the ground. The floor was very dirty. No wonder, seniors usually have a hard time doing housework, so they pay someone to do it for them.
I got up with my glasses in hand, walked over to the old woman and handed them to her.