The flute is playing somewhere in a wonderful voice, the famous melancholy song of the poet Keats. Raisa is looking for the flute player of the surprised Hamlin. He even dreamed that he would have to suffer such a great punishment for his mistake. Everything was fine, the sudden storm destroyed everything, shattered the shelter of the dream. Innocent flowers have fallen prematurely, the words of Neel's mother are still ringing in my ears, - "If you can't keep it close, why did you come near me? Yes, he is a criminal, to the whole family of the criminal Neel, to the biggest criminal Neel.
A raft of white and gray clouds is floating in the sky, rows of pine trees are standing like vigilant watchmen. Raisa stood in front of him with her legs crossed, trying desperately to stop the tears from falling from her eyes. Stopping the flute, the old man looked at him with narrowed eyes, then suddenly pulled him by the hand and placed him on the side stone. - "Do you know Bengali? And you know how I am looking for a Bengali or someone !!