This short story, rather a long story, the beautiful and haunting writing reminded me of Dino Buzzati and again to Italo Calvino, to something as Cesare Pavese, but more surprisingly to another author but not Italian Hungarian Sandor Marai. We find the theme of waiting, lobsession, it does not happen much, but you are caught by the atmosphere, the retired life of this village lost in the mountains and especially fixed idea of this priest trying to uncover the mystery that seems to hide behind the miserable life of an unknown woman who lives alone and away from the village. The end is a typical fall of the new. I love the novels "atmosphere" but not everyone may not appreciate; I advise in any case to those who love.