Every evening after working in the bee yard, Dido Pylyp comes to his workshop to sculpture some jars. Evening clay is especially flexible and soft like the play dough in the chubby kids’ hands. That’s why Dido Pylyp is amusing himself — his hands are sliding among the clay, now you can see the curves, the round form, and a tall silhouette of the jar. Soon, it will serve for Dido Pylyp and his friends to drink some cold milk on the bench under the apple tree. And here they are — Dido Vasyl and Dido Mykhas. They’ve got the violin and the pipe — tonight they will be dancing in the garden.