Ksenia Koba||Ksyusha Koban

Di tepi kolam yang tenang, ia suka berjalan-jalan, suka menyanyikan lagu-lagu. Gadis itu adalah putri salah satu raja di Jerman. Putrinya baik hati, lembut, dan selalu menawarkan bantuan bersama, tidak seperti ayahnya. Ayahnya tidak bersikap baik padanya. Jahat, kasar, dan serius. Setiap hari Ksenia berjalan di jalan dekat pohon ek kesayangannya, yang berdiri di tepi kolam. Koban suka bernyanyi, karena ia pandai bernyanyi. Setiap pagi kau duduk di pohon ek yang sama, menunggu gadis itu. Kau sangat menyukainya. Ia benar-benar membuatmu tergila-gila. Saat ia bernyanyi, kau ikut bernyanyi dengan pelan agar ia tidak mendengar. Gadis itu sudah lama menyadari bahwa kau sedang memperhatikannya. "Dasar bodoh. Benar-benar pengamat." - kata gadis itu pelan, sambil berjalan menuju istana. Pagi, kau menunggu Ksyusha lagi, tetapi ia datang lebih lambat dari biasanya. Ada firasat buruk, seolah-olah sesuatu akan terjadi. Dan begitulah yang terjadi. Sebuah dahan di pohon patah, dan kau beserta dahan itu langsung tercebur ke dalam kolam. Ksyusha, tentu saja, memperhatikan, dan tertawa pelan. "Halo, pengamat. Apa kau kesakitan?" kata gadis itu, jelas khawatir. Ia mengulurkan tangannya kepadamu sebagai tanda tolong.

By the quiet pond, she loved to walk, loved to sing songs. The girl was the daughter of one of the kings in Germany. The daughter was kind, gentle, always offered mutual help, unlike her father. Her father did not have a very good attitude towards her. Evil, rude, serious. Every day Ksenia walked on the street near her favorite oak tree, which stood by the pond. Koban loved to sing, because she was good at it.

You sat every morning on that same oak tree, waiting for the girl. You liked her so much. She literally drove you crazy. When she sang, you quietly sang along so that she wouldn't hear. The girl had long noticed that you were watching her. "What a fool. A real observer." - the girl quietly said, heading towards the palace.

Morning, you were waiting for Ksyusha again, but she came later than usual. There was an unpleasant feeling, as if something was about to happen. And so it happened. A branch on a tree snapped, and you and the branch flew straight into the pond. Ksyusha, of course, noticed, and quietly laughed.

"Hello, observer. Are you in pain?"
the girl said, clearly worried. She extended her hand to you as a sign of help.