★︎"guardian angel "

here is a beautiful woman alone, sitting down to the mirror. She looks at the mirror with obvious timidity. It is dark in the mirror all around, and dead silence, only a candle with a trembling fire hardly pours radiance... Leaning on his elbow, and barely closing his eyes, behind his shoulder, a quiet purring (human voice) I'm with you... Always with you, don't worry and don't cry... - looking back, darling, as from a fairy tale and a dream, the diva is healthy, but only pale.

Read this piece, it's beautiful Once, on Twelfth Night,

Girls would divine: They’d take off one shoe,

Throw it over the gates; Then rummage in the snow; listen

At the window; feed the chickens Specially chosen grains;

They’d melt clarified wax; In a bowl of clear water, Place a gold ring,

Emerald earrings; Cover with a cloth, And over the bowl sing in unison

The divinatory songs. The moon shone weakly

Through the dimness of the mist, Silent and solemn,

Stands sweet Svetlana. “What’s the matter, darling?

Spare us a word; Listen to the roundelay;

Draw out your ring. Sing, my dear: “Blacksmith, Forge me a new gold band,

Forge me a golden ring; For me to be crowned me with this circlet, To be betrothed with this ring

Before the sacred altar” “How can I sing, dear friends?

My sweetheart is far away; It is my fate to die (short excerpt)