Finally, it is time to arrive at the camp. All the children were fussing, some were looking for past friends, and some were looking for new ones. Volodya silently stood on the line, like other children, but at times calmer. With his eyes, he was looking for Yura, a pioneer, as well as a bully who had been told about him earlier. The senior counselors asked the children to calm down and line up for everyone. The black-haired sighed as the fuss stuck. He straightened up again.