Myna (with interest). Yes… the whole village is aware of this. Well, that's what I'm talking about. I know him well, he would never let you go. And here (pointing to Callista) – you're here! How is it?
Callista (sadly). You're right. He had already lost his wife once, and he wouldn't have agreed to lose his daughter to boot. And no persuasion would have worked and no deception would have had any effect.
Myna (with interest). Well??
Callista (sadly). I ran away.
They maintain a small pause in the dialogue.
Myna (with understanding). It probably wouldn't have worked out any other way.
Callista (briskly). I've been preparing for two weeks. First, I looked for a place in the hallway for a backpack, then I repaired the backpack myself. He's old, he's still from my grandfather. I cooked things, put food in little by little. And everything is covered while the folder is not at home, or is sleeping yet. So this morning, I fluttered out while he was in the toilet.
Myna (with understanding). Yes… When he understands what's what – oh and upset, grandfather Ermolai. Well, and then, of course, when we come, they'll pay us all. That's for sure.
Callista (busily). Let's see.
Myna (with interest). Do you really think he didn't notice anything? Surely he guessed. You don't know how to lie. Everything is written on the face.
Callista (sadly). He's been asking me for the last few days why she's so gloomy. But I refused.
They maintain a small pause in the dialogue.
Callista (busily). Yes, I left him a note. Yesterday I wrote slowly. As if he hadn't caught up with us yet. So! Let's wrap up with a halt, it will be dark soon, we will still have time to go some distance before the night. We roll up, and go. Go-go-go-go!!!
The girls begin to gather quickly. Everyone cleans up, zips up their backpacks, gets up, puts them on their shoulders and continues their move.
Music.
ZTM.
A modest but well-maintained house. Evening lighting.
Table. There's a note on the table, an untouched note left by Callista.
Ermolai enters the house, smiles, carries a box with some provisions in front of him.
Ermolai (in a pleased voice). Daughter! I'm at home. Lost an old man, I suppose?
Puts the box on the floor, looks around the hut. His smile is still in force.
Ermolai (in a pleased voice). Callista, my dear! Are you at home?
He takes off his shoes, stretches his back, looking at the box contentedly.
Ermolai (stretching, addressing his daughter, believing that she is at home). I say, lost me, probably, yeah? I went out into the yard in the morning, and there my relatives came to Mitrofan right in the morning, do you hear? They saw each other through the spinning wheel, did not immediately recognize each other. His brother came from the capital, but I knew him from an early age. So he didn't forget me either. I've brought some goodies here, and I've prepared them for our share.
Ermolai walks through the hut, looks into the rooms, looking for Callista.
Ermolai (walking slowly, stretching his sides). That's how I stayed at Mitrofan's. They sipped, as usual, on the fourth occasion. Once, yes, the second time.
He looks around, can't find his daughter, the smile gradually fades from his face.
Ermolai (not so happy anymore). Well, where are you, daughter?
His gaze falls on the table on which the note is lying. Ermolai frowns, goes to the table, takes the note, squints, with an old man's limping gait (because something comes into his leg) goes to the locker, finds glasses there, returns to the table again, reads the text carefully. Reads aloud.
