The woman had a house, a husband, and two sons. House is a sacred place doe a woman. There she lives, and her husband and their children. Every step, every shelf there breathes with the life of the family. Every thing tells the story of their days. Her husband and sons went off to war and died there. The house became empty, and only the wind goes between the walls, blows into the windows and doors. The wind fills in the emptiness of the house. And the woman gathered the blood of the killed enemies into the pots and started boiling it and crying to the sky to give her men back.