In the Old City of Vilnius, as it turned out, one hundred and forty-seven streets, alleys, squares, markets and bridges knowing the nature of our city, we have no doubt that this number will change more than once, here we have almost every day something appears and disappears, and everyone seems to always have been this is one of the rules of our secret everyday game. Nevertheless, this is the last, seventh volume of “The Tales of Old Vilnius”; let’s assume that in the big heavenly lottery we got a random number of one hundred and forty-seven, and we, of course, hit the jackpot. And they are determined to do it.