he wasn't itching anywhere, confused,
first started scratching his stomach and then his head. Then
he rubbed his hands nervously together. It wasn't a joke. During
16 years this was the first time that Mastan was seeing his wife
- her red face and bulging eyes. It was the first time in his
life that Mastan realized that his wife's mouth was really big.
When she was angry, her nostrils expanded like walnuts and she
had the face of dragon from some horror movie.

It was as if that evening Mastan saw his wife for the first time.
It was as though Mastan had lived with a different person - a
quiet, warm and young woman up until then. As if even her face
and voice were different.

The following day Mastan's son tied two cats together by their
tails andrubbed their backs with something. This was the same
son who was always getting top grades at school and whose photo
never was omitted from the honor boards of his school for studying
and good behavior.

Suddenly, the screams of the cats were heard all over the dacha.
A day later, his son drowned someone's hen in the pool.
Mastan was really confused and lost. Every day either his wife
or son was doing something crazy. Things were getting worse,
day after day. His wife had turned into a witch and his son into
a mad goat. They were turning everything upside down at the dacha.
His wife was wearing anything she could get hold of, and she
was wearing it the way she liked and walking in the streets of
the village that way, disgracing him. And her clothes