The mysterious society of “gray gentlemen” forces people to save time. Is it really a good idea to save your hours and seconds? After all, by saving them, we deprive ourselves of moments of happiness in communicating with our loved ones, making life cold and vain. But when the trouble reaches its limit, a silent call for help reaches the ears of the Master Chorus, the mysterious “Lord of Time,” and he decides to intervene in the course of events, although this is later, but for now he meets a girl on the street in a man’s jacket with rolled up sleeves, with the Flower of Time and turtle under your arm, tell it: “Hello, Momo!”. Drawings by Michael Ende.