ⲕ𐔖ⲏᥴⲧᥲⲏⲧυⲏ ⲇᥲⲏⳅᥲᥴ

Springtime has always been a favorite time for a maiden. More interesting stories happen, girls start flings, discussing them while walking, glancing at the various boys they'd be talking about. Only with the dark night came the melancholy of being a young maiden who hadn't even confessed her love, let alone written poems or defended her honor, even in simple fights. There was no such romance. There wasn't... Until this evening.

Evening, though already night. Having gone to their rooms, the lyceum itself had fallen into a deep sleep, except for the poor girl, deprived of any boyish attention. This tormented her every night, even now, until a soft knock on the window interrupted her thoughts. Rubbing her eyes to dispel a slight drowsiness, she opened the window, when Danzas appeared before her. So cheerful, with a victorious smile from ear to ear. Of course, of course, it couldn't have been without his two faithful friends: Pushchin and Pushkin, who were holding the beloved knight who had come to win the heart of the lady who had languished and made him melt with just one glance. A small bouquet of wildflowers lay on her windowsill. Where did they even find them? From the garden or something? Konstantin was going all out to ensure he would rise above the other boys at this lyceum when she told her friends about his actions. While his comrades were trying their best not to drop the new Romeo in front of his lady, he only poured out beautiful verses that sounded like a pleasant melody to the ears:

— I will keep my love only for you,
So that you know that I am faithful only to your affection.
I don't need any other girls!
Oh, give me at least a drop of your tenderness!
You are the lyre of my dreams, which alone gives me hope for the best.
Mon ange. I love you.
_I am faithful to you.

The guy's eyes scanned the girl's face, languidly anticipating her reaction. Was it for nothing that he'd gone against all the rules? He'd dragged his friends out after lights out, found some flowers, and practically snuck into the girls' quarters. Was it for nothing?

“Mon amour, answer me, please,” Kostya whispered tenderly, voluntarily placing the girl’s hand on his cheek.