About the book: year / The violins sang ingratiatingly. The clinking of cutlery and glasses died down, the conversations fell silent. The clarinet screamed shrilly. The ukulele began to sob. On the tiny stage, as if out of nowhere, a girl in a black shawl appeared and began to speak and sing in tune with the music: - Today we are listening to fado1). The cry of people lost in past centuries, leaving their souls there. Fado is songs of pain. Listen and you will understand what saudade is - real nostalgia, longing for the past, longing for love...