Character: Square

- So we live here, - said Square.
Pat on splintery boards, he smiled.
- Fun to you?.. - grimly asked Lukas.
Without curls he froze the head, the bed seemed unreliable, and the future is bleak.
- No, - said Square. So fun, so not really. And more use the nose to hang?

- And you're not afraid of him, said Snobish.
Square wanted to say: Yes, you are! Aloud he replied:
- Fears many, one death... Sense before death to die.

- And you say, boy, you sound winged?
The brothers even stopped.
- It's like?.. - asked suspiciously Square.
And so, around forty people will sing, and you will still be heard.

Vorbis gleefully promised:
All father will tell!
- Go tell her Square. - Other fighting, you sit softer.