The Astarte of the B

On the edge of the field, the dog began to bark alertly, and the cat seemed to sense something. After puffing up its fur, it vanished in a flash.,The weary farmer on the dike looked up; passersby were the rare and precious topic of conversation in their impoverished lives.,He still couldn't get used to this feeling.... No, perhaps it was more accurate to say that in order to preserve the echoes of his past life, he refused to allow himself to lose his sensitivity to this feeling.。