Hello Hello Hello! Here in the vicinity, mixed with the bird's whisper and the unobtrusive whisper of the wind, as if lighting the green waves of the berry grove with a bagel, giving the heat like the summer sun at the height of the dull summer of July, blowing out light smoke like the rising fog from the spread of the lake at dawn, frightening the forest inhabitants - working bobs, wise caterpillars and careless whispers, the house-museum of Prishvina burns. No, sending out the car is no longer necessary.