(PURAN has risen and sits. VAIRAGI puts his hand in the brass pitcher next to him and wets PURAN'S forehead. PURAN brightens up. – Morning breaks while this is happening. People are coming from both directions: a Boy with halva, an Old Man, a Woman with buttermilk, a Merchant with his wife, a Mother with four children. They all stand still, looking curiously at the scene before them.)