WhileFoma，knowingthathumansouls，soaringheavenward，oftentimesassumetheformofpigeons，feltinhisbreasttherisingofaburning，powerfuldesire。
Unifiedbytheirjoy，attentivelyandmutelyawaitingthereturnoftheirbirdsfromthedepthsofthesky，theboys，pressingclosetooneanother，driftedfarawayfromthebreathoflife，evenastheirpigeonswerefarfromearth；atthismomenttheyaremerelychildren，knowingneitherenvynoranger；freefromeverything，theyareneartooneanother，theyaremute，judgingtheirfeelingsbythelightintheireyes——andtheyfeelashappyasthebirdsinthesky。
Butnowthepigeonscomedownontheroofagain，and，tiredoutbytheirflight，areeasilydrivenintothepigeon-house。
\"Friends，let\'sgoforapples？\"suggestsYozhov，theinstigatorofallgamesandadventures。
Hiscalldrivesoutofthechildren\'ssoulsthepeacefulnessbroughtintothembythepigeons，andthen，likeplunderers，carefullylisteningforeachandeverysound，theystealquietlyacrossthebackyardstowardtheneighbouringgarden。Thefearofbeingcaughtisbalancedbythehopeofstealingwithimpunity。