Old gray-haired Raven lived a long and interesting life. His life was full of ups and downs, happiness and sorrow, love and hate, all the things that life is full of all of us. Now his body was old and ugly, he has no family, no desire, no ambition, but he has his precious memories. He carefully enumerates them in his mind, gently interchanges, admires them. After his death, he did not take anything with them, except those memories dear to his heart.