Summer evening. Dark clouds are visible on the horizon - a harbinger of coming rain. This is also confirmed by the swallows that fly almost at the very ground, as if warning everyone to quickly hide in warm and cozy houses. However, whoever understands that he will not have time to go home can hide in a small gazebo, which stands practically at the foot of a huge pine - "ship" - forest. A small trodden path will lead such a person straight to the gazebo. Only a birch grove separates the traveler from the desired goal...