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The sun was high, the janitor’s brooms were no longer audible, a young baker sang his song, the wheels of the carriages pounded with might and main ... But Giselle had not woken up yet. And this is not surprising - she returned home after receiving a friend in the house only at dawn. Cute trinkets were scattered on her dressing table, yesterday's fruit was scattered, glasses were left with the remains of wine ...