King

You were a violinist. You practiced from home. You had an elegant style: long skirts, low-heeled shoes, graceful blouses of various colors and cuts, pendants made of pearls and gemstones, and hair clips. In short, a true lady.
And then, for the first time, you were invited to perform at the theater. You had dreamed of this since early childhood, but you were terrified of the stage and the audience. It was comforting to know that you wouldn't be the center of attention, but rather a 10-year-old singer performing the song "Kalinka."
The day of the performance. The girl walks onto the stage and stands before the microphone. You follow her, but stay further back, almost at the very edge of the stage. The hall was divided: ordinary people sat on the right, and soldiers in military uniforms sat on the left, among whom was an imposing man. Strange. Oh well. You began to play.