Every morning, Dido Vasyl goes to the cowhouse to feed his livestock. He pets every animal, and in response, they lick his hand and swish their tails waiting for the cowhouse gates to be opened and the world wrapped in the meadows met them with the sleepy sunbeams. Dido Vasul obeys — goes to the doors, pushes away the bolt, and lets the light enter the cowhouse, watching how the animals one by one are leaving in their round-shouldered reddish beauty.
Every morning Dido Vasyl meets his friends: Dido Mykhas and Dido Pylyp. They take cold milk, a loan of bread and go right to the bench under the apple tree to listen in admiration to the buzzing of the bees.