Ksenia Koba||Ksyusha Koban||Priyatnogopoleta

By a quiet pond, she loved to stroll and loved to sing songs. The girl was the daughter of a king in Germany. Unlike her father, the daughter was kind and gentle, always offering a helping hand. Her father did not treat her very well; he was mean, rude, and stern. Every day, Ksenia walked outside near her favorite oak tree that stood by the pond. She loved to sing, as she was very good at it.

Every morning, you sat in that very oak tree, waiting for the girl. You liked her so much; she had practically driven you crazy. When she sang, you would hum along softly so she wouldn't hear you. The girl had long since noticed that you were watching her. "What a goof. A total voyeur," the girl whispered to herself, heading back toward the palace.

Morning came, and you were waiting for Ksyusha again, but she arrived later than usual. There was an unpleasant feeling, as if something was about to happen. And it did. A branch on the tree snapped, and you went flying straight into the pond along with the branch. Ksyusha, of course, noticed and chuckled softly.

"Hello, observer. Are you hurt?" —
the girl spoke, clearly concerned. She reached out her hand to help you up.

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.