The day before driving to Hillsland, Knesset had decided that no matter what happened, he would not regret it. He now refrained from recalling the details of his conversation with Alexander and the arguments and confrontations. Knesset allowed himself to relax completely and enjoy the feeling of freedom with his heart completely open. He felt like a farmer welcoming the leisure of the evening after a hard day's work. He knew for sure that he was safe and had no obligations. He knew that he was free from all work, all responsibilities, and no need to think about anything for a while. He allowed himself to be surrounded by a riotous glow of day, soft light everywhere, sights and images everywhere, the real present everywhere, without any external demands, neither yesterday nor tomorrow. Knesset walked along, occasionally humming contentedly to a March that he had sung in three- or four-part choruses on outings with his classmates at the elite Eichholtz School. From that happy childhood morning of Knesset's life came a string of clear little images and sounds, like a flock of withered birds fluttering their wings towards him. Knesset stopped under a cherry tree whose leaves were already purplish red,smart board touch screen, and then sat down in the grass for a short rest. He reached into the breast pocket of his coat and pulled out something that Master Alexander would not have expected him to carry with him: a small wooden flute. He gazed at it for a moment with tender love. He did not have this childlike instrument for a long time, probably less than half a year. Knesset happily recalled the day he got it. He was driving to Montpellier to discuss some theoretical problems of music with his old classmate, Carlo Ferromonti. Their conversation turned to the wooden wind instruments of certain eras, and he begged the friend to let him see the collection of Mont Poe's instruments. They visited several halls displaying ancient pipe organs, harps,75 inch smart board, lutes and pianos with great interest, and then came to a warehouse where school teaching instruments were stored. Knesset saw that there was a cupboard full of such small wooden flutes. He took one, tried it for a moment, and then asked his friend if he would be allowed to take one. Carlo laughed and asked him to choose one, then laughed and brought him a receipt for his signature, and then explained to him very carefully the structure of the small instrument, how to use the fingering, and the technique of playing it. Since then, Knesset has carried the cute little toy with him and practiced it from time to time. He played the pastoral flute as a child and has not played the instrument since he was a student at Eichholz, touch screen interactive whiteboard ,interactive whiteboard for schools, but he has repeatedly vowed to learn the instrument again one day. In addition to practicing scales, Knesset also studied an anthology of ancient songs compiled by Philomonti for beginners, so that sweet and soft wooden flute music often came from the small garden or bedroom of the game master. Although Knesset was far from being a master of the wooden flute, he did learn to play many choral songs and poems, and he not only knew the music well, but also could recite the lyrics of many of them. At this moment, one of the lyrics of those songs suddenly appeared in his mind, because it matched the scene very well. He murmured a few lines of verse: My head and limbs have fallen dead, and I am now standing firm, and I am looking up at heaven, refreshed and happy. He raised the flute to his mouth, and as he played the tune, looking out at the high white mountains stretching away from the vast plain, and listening to the sweet sound of the pious and beautiful poem, he felt that he had become one with the sky, the mountains, the poem and the day, and that he was perfect. Knesset was intoxicated by the round magic flute, and with the movement of his fingers, this beautiful feeling was constantly produced; he thought that besides the clothes he was wearing, the only property he had taken away from Walzer was this little toy flute. Over the years, he had accumulated more or less personal property, especially articles, notes, and the like. He left everything behind, and he was willing to let the people of the Glass Ball Game Academy use it at will. But he brought out this wooden flute, and was glad to have it with him. It was a humble and lovely companion. The traveler reached the capital the next day. He knocked on the door of Tersignoli's house. 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