Arthur. Part one.

The sun, as if through a magnifying glass, tried to light a fire on every object, and on every person.  And even sitting in the house, behind the blackout curtains, you could still feel the painful rays of the sun.

This heat created perfect silence around.  The land, the whole city fell into silence.  And even the water in the sea was calm, as if tired, longing for a cool breeze.  And even the narrow roads were tired.

The sun has silenced everyone, and people sit at home and dream of an evening when a light breeze can calm them down and return their minds to normal. 

But only Adelard, sitting directly under the sun that shone through the open window, did not complain that his skin turned red and beads of sweat covered his forehead.

Looking just ahead, into the farthest corner of the corridor that led straight into the garden, he did not think at all, he did not dream, he just sat.  There was nothing strange in his position, but it seeme