None knew how to take life , Mirela . But the work is not ashamed of loving , tried to give the other courage . One day perhaps the piano back again .Cleaning lady paused , looking puffy fingers waters and somewhat damaged from chemical detergents .Ladies stood up and motioned t'a watch . Entered a small room , filled with holiday gifts presented to his son. I took a box of sweets . Are melomakarona . Do not forget when you leave .Mirela thanked .When Valentina bestowed such a box , the first year that came to us , and in Greece at the same time , i got ot pasta dyed with honey . When told us later confusion , laughed the whole . She laughed again gazplotë , experiencing the scene several years ago.Next smiled , that she laughed .Again go missing when on vacation leave in its place ! Mrs. compassion . Usually runs wines . It's the first time we " abandoned " in the winter . We want as our man !It is really very good , attentive Mirela approved . I am going to continue working , tried to break away.Well , said the other . Meanwhile , I 'm trying to arranged something in the bedroom .Mirela noted that the student had turned his face covered with blankets , half of which he occupied outskirts , again from the hall space . As sikletoset not , she thought . Maybe there rizënë sleep and not feel .He became like a melody heard very, very low . Believed he was one of the executions of mind , that selfishly , occasionally playing himself with a caption " all rights reserved " .But no . The sounds became more manageable . Tamburo playing a violin and a cello . Was " Bolero " ! Music , if it was not silence, broken only by the sounds that trigger itself , may not be heard . The sounds were very, very delicate , as if someone wanted to awaken . Joined mind to play with them .After a while , a flute and flew far, far away , in the alley where it was grown , in the compartment from where ever seen a big poplar .Winds blew clarinet and poplar shook parachutes pellet of white pellets as elusive dream , as these sounds insecure to be strengthened .No tape , where small lights ascend and descending degree of frequency of notes . Who had put the Luat cidinë ? The student seemed to sleep .A harp and a fagotë dissociated from trivial puzzle of finding and spoke with city noise birth , ndjellaëmbël , mjegullues , where to start work early in the morning and finish late in the evening , without the gjithëhershmë trandje , blunted by sounds music at school , home and road .