Then finally it was over. People began to disperse quickly away from the cold, turning his back to the fresh grave and chest fluttering in the breeze of spring flowers. They went in twos and threes to the cemetery, a strong wind picks up and brings them through the gate, just as the dust broom makes. Oliver woke up, standing on the pavement, shaking hands with some people and uttering response replica. - So nice of you that you have come. Yes ... a tragedy ... Old friends, people from the village, the farmers on the other hand Relkirka, many of which Oliver had never seen before. Charles Friends. They represented that way.