Life among the Victors and the Vanquished
At the entrance to the village stands the manor house, shaded by century-old trees and hidden by a row of tall bushes that spill over the rock wall. The highway slopes in a leisurely curve to the valley and straightens on level ground to reveal a view of the Biele River and the twin road on its other bank. Farm houses with little garden strips, bushes, and white picket fences border the road at irregular intervals, crowding closer together in the center of the village where the road divides at a narrowly angled delta. One arm runs in a straight line between meadows and fields on one side and an unbroken row of houses opposite, facing the mountain range that lifts the fields gently toward the edge of the woods. The other arm of the road veers sharply right toward the bridge across the river and just beyond it meets its twin at the stone steps to the cemetery hill, which is crowned by an old white- washed church. It traces the cemetery wall and drops over the hill, reappearing as a silver ribbon on its way to the mountains, and is lost out of sight in the rising woods.