1867. Morning gazets start to shout again about how people are going to disappear! I'm terrible. Children are not allowed to walk after sunset, adults tightly lock doors and windows. Today it's rainy, cold. Raindrops hit the windows and the floor on the roof, so that it is very noisy in the house, where there are no people now. Night.. A knock on the door. A young man's melodious and gentle voice is urgently asking to be opened to him..

• Please, lady, open up! It's very cold here..A voice minces, and your hand itself reaches out to the door..