The author recalls that he strove to imitate the incoherent, but seemingly logical form of the dream. Time and space does not exist, clinging to the tiny foundation of reality, imagination spinning its yarn. Heroes are split, evaporated, condensed, merged together. Above all – the mind of the dreamer.
In the prologue Daughter of Indra descends on a cloud to Earth. Indra sends her to find out whether the fate of people is really so difficult. The daughter of Indra feels like the ruin of the air below: it is a mixture of smoke and water. Indra urges her to be filled with courage and endure this trial.
The daughter and the Glazier come to the castle, which grows straight out of the ground. Its roof is crowned with a bud, which, according to the Daughter, is about to dissolve. The daughter thinks that the prisoner is languishing in the castle, and wants to release him. Entering the castle, she frees the Officer, who sees in her the embodiment of beauty and is willing to suffer, just to see him. The officer and daughter look behind the partition screen and see the sick Mother, who tells the Officer that the Daughter is Agnes, the child of Indra. Before death, the Mother asks the Officer never to contradict God and not consider himself an offended life. Mother wants to give the servant a mantilla, which her father gave to her: the maid does not have anything to go to the christening, and the Mother is so sick that she does not go anywhere. The father takes offense, and Mother is upset: it is impossible to do good to one person without causing harm to another. Daughters feel sorry for people. The officer and Daughter see the Gatekeeper in shawls, which knits a star curtain, waiting for the groom, who left her thirty years ago, when she was a ballerina in the theater. The daughter asks the Doorkeeper to lend her a shawl and allow her to sit in her place and look at the children of men. The daughter sees, how the actress who has not received an engagement sobs. The porter shows her how a happy man looks: An officer with a bouquet waits for her beloved – Victoria, who promised him her hand and heart. He’s been taking care of her for seven years now and now she’s waiting for her to go downstairs, but she’s not coming. The evening comes, roses have withered, but Victoria has not come. The officer turned gray, autumn came, but he still waits for his beloved. The officer tries to find out what’s behind the closed door, but no one knows. He sends for the blacksmith to open it, but instead of the smith comes the Glazier. As soon as the glazier comes to the door, the policeman appears and forbids her to open it in the name of the law. The officer does not give up and decides to turn to the lawyer. The lawyer complains that he never sees happy people: everyone comes to him to pour out malice, jealousy, suspicion. Daughter pities people. The lawyer hopes to obtain a doctorate in jurisprudence and a laurel wreath, but he is refused. The daughter, seeing his suffering and the desire to restore justice, lays a crown of thorns on his head. The daughter asks the lawyer, is there any in the world of joy? He says that the sweetest and most bitter joy is love. The daughter wants to test her and becomes the wife of the Lawyer, despite the fact that he is poor: if they lose heart, a child will appear and give them comfort. The officer does not give up and decides to turn to the lawyer. The lawyer complains that he never sees happy people: everyone comes to him to pour out malice, jealousy, suspicion. Daughter pities people. The lawyer hopes to obtain a doctorate in jurisprudence and a laurel wreath, but he is refused. The daughter, seeing his suffering and the desire to restore justice, lays a crown of thorns on his head. The daughter asks the lawyer, is there any in the world of joy? He says that the sweetest and most bitter joy is love. The daughter wants to test her and becomes the wife of the Lawyer, despite the fact that he is poor: if they lose...
Christine pastes the windows in the house. The daughter complains that it is very stuffy for her. The lawyer objects that if the windows are not glued, the heat will leave and they will freeze. The child with his crying scares the customers. It would be nice to rent an apartment, but there is no money. The daughter is not used to living in the mud, but neither to her nor to the Advocate can the floor be washed, and Kristin is busy sealing the windows. The lawyer notices that many live even worse. Learning that the Daughter had scattered the fire with his newspaper, the lawyer scolded her for his lack of discipline. Although they do not get along, they have to endure each other for the sake of the child. Daughter pities people. Kristin continues to seal the cracks in the house. The lawyer leaves, colliding in the door with the Officer, who came to call Daughter with him to the Bay of Beauty. But instead of the Bay of Beauty, the Officer and the Daughter fall into the Strait of Shame. The chief quarantine asks the Officer if he could open the door. The officer replies that no, because the trial is not over yet. The head of the quarantine draws the attention of the Daughter to the Poet, who is going to take a mud bath: he always hovers in higher spheres, so he misses the mud. In the distance, a white sailboat sailing to the Bay of Beauty is visible. He and She embraced at the helm. The officer forces them to turn into the Strait of Shame. He and She descend to the shore, sad and ashamed. They do not understand what they got here for, but the Chief of Quarantine explains to them that it is not necessary to do anything wrong to bring small The officer forces them to turn into the Strait of Shame. He and She descend to the shore, sad and ashamed. They do not understand what they got here for, but the Chief of Quarantine explains to them that it is not necessary to do anything wrong to bring small The officer forces them to turn into the Strait of Shame. He and She descend to the shore, sad and ashamed. They do not understand what they got here for, but the Chief of Quarantine explains to them that it is not necessary to do anything wrong to bring small