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In the solitude of the old house, I feel sadness. Every corner is filled with memories of my grandmother. Opening the door, I feel a mixture of emotions - warm inspiration in the heart, but also a sense of longing. The tranquility of the past intertwines with the present. Each room is a witness to bygone times, like a monument of antiquity. And though sadness envelops me, I feel hope. Hope that this home can live again, filled with warmth and love. I embrace the call of destiny and begin my journey in this special place. Step by step, together with memories of my grandmother, I initiate the process of reviving this house - both physically and spiritually.
