Once in the winter I had a cold and was staying home reading an interesting collection of stories "Literary Manuscripts of Ancient Egypt". There I found a funny story - some Egyptian dignitary in the XXIII or XXV century BC wrote a preaching for his son - how to live in the world - and described occupations of those days: a bricklayer - "the whole day in the sun, his back hurts, his hands are tired, he feels bad". Or a soldier - "his back hurts from stick blows, he is in the dust the whole day, his only joy is to burgle"; and each one of them is tired, is beaten by his superior, etc. And suddenly, a fowler - "he doesn't see the birds. And when a flock flies past in the height, he says, "Oh, if I had a net". A striking description of an occupation - he doesn't see the birds. When I've read that, I remembered the face of a guard at a former military factory: an old man of Stalin's time, with cataract in one eye and without the other one, - but that old man walked lively everywhere and watched& Gradually, the rest was formed - a small boat with people in the sky, a gerfalcon on the arm, the second fowler. And who is who among them?