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After a whole day of hiking in the mountains, the southerner slept like a log; neither reading literature before bed nor vivid dreams disturbed him, and he woke up only early in the morning. As expected, the consequences of the previous day's training soon made themselves felt: his legs barely managed to lift his thin body from the bed, and his arms barely had the strength to put on his glasses.
Somehow managing to wash and tidy himself, the young man limped towards Aiza's dwelling.
- What a wonderful and beautiful day it is,
The sun is smiling, the sky is laughing,
La-la-la, tara-la-la, nanishki-nanana.
As he got closer, the young man discovered the source of the noise - a man busy painting on a canvas.
