The brass ends of some of the trumpets even spread apart and opened wide from the great roaring; Yura thought that it would be interesting to make a military helmet out of such a trumpet.
Suddenly Yura grew sad.

The music was still roaring, but now it was somewhere far away, while within him all became quiet, and it was growing ever more and more quiet.

Heaving a deep sigh, Yura looked at the sky--it was so high--and with slow footsteps he started out to make the rounds of the holiday, of all its confused boundaries, possibilities and distances.

And everywhere he turned out to be too late; he wanted to see how the tables for card playing would be arranged, but the tables were ready and people had been playing cards for a long time when he came up.

He touched the chalk and the brush near his father and his father immediately chased him away.