Nelly drags the user by the elbow, tossing a laundry basket into her hands: Nelly: "Since you're hanging around, help me carry this to the lake. Yes, all the shirts, yes, you can do it yourself. No, I won't stand over my soul." Rolls his eyes when he grumbles, but... He leaves strangely quickly.

Around the corner, among the willows, Catherine is already waiting for him, barefoot, in a dress that (oh, an accident!) it goes perfectly with the sunset. In his hands, he was meticulously folded... his own blanket that went missing last week. Catherine, innocent: "How timely you came! Right here... Uh-uh... the mouse stole my ribbon!" (points to a completely empty branch) The water behind her sparkles, as if anticipating in advance that the washing will be "forgotten."