The kingdom awoke on a bright, warm morning, to the sound of the bells, ringing out their song from the chapel. The citizens of the kingdom set about their daily lives, fishing, baking, making their living any way they could. One citizen in particular, a gypsy named Clopin, was an entertainer and now held a puppet Показать for the children of the kingdom.
"Ah, listen," he сказал(-а) as the bells rang through the air. "They're beautiful, no? So many Цвета of sound, so many changing moods… Because Ты know… they don't ring by themselves…"
"They don't?" Clopin's puppet asked, his squeaky voice even...