...He approached the barrels. Here the grapes, in his opinion, gave away the soul. They gave it to juice, which was soon destined to become wine. The transformation of solar berries into a solar drink called wine seemed to him a great miracle and sacrament, and now for the first time he had the opportunity to be present at the miracle and sacrament. Taking the pole in his hands, Kolya slowly began to circulate the berries, sniffing and peering. When suddenly I felt a strong push. He wanted to turn around and see who was pushing him in the back... A new push hit the back of his head and plunged his face into the barrel. Kolya choked, tried to lift his face out of the grape slurry and tell the idiot joker everything he thought about him... But at that moment his feet left the floor, his head inexorably sank to the bottom of the barrel, and the berries, the most beautiful berries that only the earth was capable of giving birth, they swallowed his body whole. Grape juice filled his lungs - barely fermented, spicy, deadly. No one else pushed him, but Kolya no longer knew about it. He died.