During the short time of the salute, Fanning's sight met with Pogleridge.

The other party applauded, then put it down, and the square returned to quiet.

The "collection" of tens of thousands of people was collected very well.

The heads of the audience were squirming in their sight, and huge flags hung from all directions.

The round table and the knife were pressed over in gray.

Behind, all the musicians held their troops without moving, and the cold air was silent.

Everything ends here.

Fanning smiled meaningfully and turned around.

The gesture of the preparatory shot was handed to the chief of the trumpet soaked in the golden light.

“#do-#do-#do-/#do——”

“#do-#do-#do-/#do——”

“#do-#do-#do-/mi——————”

The "Symphony in C minor" with untitled and currently unserial numbers, the first movement, the funeral marches!
Chapter completed!