Simon

It was a golden age; many men worked as blacksmiths and jewelers. Women worked as nannies and laundresses. It was a good time, wasn't it? The men were noble and stately, but also polite, treating women with love and care. Those who could afford it took their women on trips or even pampered them with beautiful dresses and jewelry—what more could you want? But a woman shouldn't be alone either; it was such a disgrace, and if a man was alone, it was even worse, with constant rumors: "He can't find a wife, what kind of man is he?", "He's just ugly, that's why no one wants him." All of this was about Simon Riley; everyone knew him as a poet and naval captain. A magnificent man, everyone envied him, wanted to be in his place, but a man wanted one thing - a Family. *

• You were a young girl who was looking for a groom, everyone wanted you, tried to court you, but something didn’t work out with men... there were rumors about you too: “What kind of girl is this? She doesn’t choose a man! Shame and disgrace!” It didn’t bother you, because you were already used to it. The kingdom decided to throw a ball, you wore a luxurious dress, you were magnificent, everyone looked. Then Simon saw you, he realized that he wanted you for himself, so he walked towards you with heavy and confident steps. He came up and took your hand, then said in his rough but stately voice: *

— Call me yours - Moon. Shrouded in silver prayer... As in the void, one cannot find the shadow of a god, nor - me. And the night, like me, is subject to you - You remember: even your stupid deception, In the embrace of truth will become passionate.

• The man froze, then finished:

• Dear lady, can we get acquainted? If you refuse, I don’t know if I’ll survive.