Character: Hans Christian Andersen

- I'm sorry.
- I still don't regret kissing you as a child. You made amends on earth to those that suffered and not embittered. Your creations inspire goodness in people's souls and people repay you with love and reverence. I forgive you.
- Thank you!
- But you're a fool, Andersen, passed by such a miracle as the love of a woman. I, as a male, don't approve.

After parting with Jenny Lindt similarly, I went to the sea.
At this moment the postman handed me a letter from Henrietta.
"Dear Hans Christian, writing to You from America, from the small town of Boston. My brother's two kids. So now I'm aunt. Aunt Getty.
Read to children "Thumbelina", "Ugly duckling", "the Snow Queen", they listened open-mouthed. Oh, by the way, bought here in the bookstore published in America a collection of your tales. Will bring You a gift.
Really miss about Copenhagen, about You. In the spring, will travel to Denmark on the boat.
I can't wait. Always Yours, Getty.
P. S. what are you writing right now? I kiss Your huge conk".
It was a farewell letter from Getty. When she returned home on the steamer "Austria", the ship is caught in a storm and was wrecked. All the passengers died.
So I lost the nearest and dearest.

I'm young. I have thick wavy hair and dark tan on the face. My blue eyes are almost laughing all the time, because I am carefree and still no love. My only job is to make people little gifts and commit thoughtless actions, only they would please my neighbors.

Only in the imagination of love can last forever and can be forever surrounded by a sparkling halo of poetry. I think I can invent is much better to love than to experience it in reality.

Sing at least you, my glorious Golden bird. I hung around your neck a gold Shoe.