Poison The Well - Karsey Street

Here at the very end of the Bering Lane there was a bar with a bowling alley, the owner of which, a cable master, was famous for his good goods and good wine, both among neighbors and among peasants, who looked at him on the way to the city. Still from afar, passers could hear the sound of balls; otherwise it was quite quiet and calm, because the number of visitors did not exceed ten to twelve. The almost unconscious need to forget in a circle of unpretentious, artless people prompted the composer to go into the tavern. He sat down with a senior well foreman from Vienna and two other urban inhabitants sitting at a table in the meager shade of trees, asked for a beer and took a lively part in their everyday conversation, getting up from time to time to get out and watch the game. skittles.