We all live in anticipation of a miracle. And when it happens, completely lost.

It's boring to be a pragmatist. He does not expect anything good from life, believes that he will receive only what he fights hard for.

And others believe that the saints live among us. Only not everyone manages to meet with them.

A rich aunt died. The young heir does not mourn the old woman. He's so busy! It is more important for him to arrange a lavish funeral and a wake.

Only a young girl, his aunt's maid, is going through the death of her mistress. But she does not even have anyone to share her grief with.

A naive and frank girl so want to talk about the last hours of life of an elderly woman. She does not understand the strict orders of a good house. Why are the relatives of the deceased so indifferent?

Go to get warm in a rich house, she cordially invites a beggar in rags. Let him pray for the sinful soul of her mistress! The maid did not suspect that a saint had come to them.

He is taciturn, looks into the distance, keeps himself apart. Next to the fine doctor, arrogant abbot and other guests, he seems like a black sheep.

Comedy Maurice Maeterlinck about the greedy lover of the inheritance.

Even a miracle can be treated with irony.