Some time passed, and the formidable king of the Persians Cyrus II stormed brilliant Lydia capital - Sardis and Croesus himself was captured. Winner commanded to bring his prisoner burned. On the town square was built a big bonfire. And when Croesus was built on it, and the executioners were expecting only a sign of the king, to bring the torches, he remembered the words of the philosopher and sorrowfully exclaimed: - Oh Solon, Solon, Solon! Hearing the name of Solon, Croesus, Cyrus ordered to bring to him and asked him why at the last minute, he suddenly remembered some Greek. When Croesus told him about the conversation with Solon, Cyrus thought. In the area was quiet, and the executioners still were holding burning torches and blue sky from which black smoke rose. Finally Cyrus woke from his reverie, said a few words to those who stood by and came down from the dais.