“GRAVEYARD” на русском языке

He counted close to one hundred men in Baron Fedgley’s livery, all purported to guard an endless, quiet graveyard.

As they stream from the graveyard she gets jostled.

The fear I felt in the graveyard returns, redoubles.

I think she’ll go inside, but she turns away and strides from the graveyard instead.

The morning passes, and still they assemble; I hear raised voices outside the graveyard every now and again.

No wonder they come here and mess up the graveyard with their flowers.