The sky had grown almost completely dark, and by this time, lamps had been placed outside all the houses—even outside Grandma's house, candles and earthen lamps had been lit. The glow of lanterns was also spread there. This was a village, so electricity came very rarely... but by now, these people had grown accustomed to living like this. With the light of lanterns, candles, and lamps, they managed just fine.

Aastik was sitting in the courtyard and was currently clapping his hands together in a frenzy... because the terrorist army of mosquitoes had attacked him. Well, it's city blood, must be very tasty—thinking this, all the village's mosquitoes were now hovering around Aastik. Aastik was getting irritated, sometimes trying to kill mosquitoes by clapping with his right hand, sometimes with his left, but the mosquitoes turned out to be very clever... Aastik's hands kept missing. He couldn't kill a single mosquito and, on the contrary, became even more irritated by their bites and buzzing.