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Two women are sitting of a terrace in front of a long street with modest houses on each side, that make up a village. A silhouette appears in the distance, dressed in black; upright, and starts walking along the street. It's like a bad sign and the villagers stop as it passes, they look worried and hateful at the same time. Tue women's sons are at the war, one is an officer, the other a private. The old man, who looks like a crow, is the one who delivers letters to the families of dead soldiers.
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