Sound in the palm of your hand:
For me, a ringeon is a long -story, the times of Andrei Rublev, feuds and tags of the Tatars. The enemy at the gate, the horses hit their hooves, the wind blows the rings of the chain mail - and here a person appears, runs along the stone steps up, the outbuilding bell swings, the arrow falls into his back, he falls from the bell tower, but a loud, alarming nabita is already spreading around the district, preventing the neighbors.