In the Old City of Vilnius, as it turned out, there are one hundred and forty-seven streets, alleys, squares, markets and bridges; knowing the nature of our city, we have no doubt that this number will change more than once, here almost every day something appears and disappears, and it seems to everyone that it is always the same it was — this is one of the rules of our secret daily game. Nevertheless, this is the last, seventh volume of the "Tales of Old Vilnius"; let's assume that in the big heavenly lottery, the city and I got a random number one hundred and forty-seven, and we, of course, hit the jackpot. And they are determined to carouse.