“Cells are knocking on the bridge . The veil under the hat sways, adding secrets to the beautiful face of a stranger. The people around him are smiling. A stranger catches the greetings of strangers and herself, unable to stand, returns a smile for a smile ..... [ What can be more pacifying than the rough but pleasant faces of ordinary citizens, satisfied with the opportunity to shake off for a moment the eternal concern and grayness of everyday life? It is exactly a picture from a children's book for them. A Piece of Magic[edit] [ Of course, they do not understand that fluttering on high heels on a cobblestone is almost a deadly number - no one wears a shoe on heels here. As no one wears silk. Assessing a stranger in appearance, she is mistaken for a lady from high society who jumped on Petard Street for some business of her own.