Several sad notes sang melancholy under the clumsy children's fingers. But the little hunchback’s faithful and sensitive ear did not allow a single false sound. Some kind of simple, very simple and naive melody was created, and yet the melody still flew out from under unsteady, timid fingers that had no idea about musical technique. Playing in this way, Venya, with his characteristic dreaminess, was already flying further and further from reality, embodying his dreams in the sounds he timidly extracted from the instrument.