Character: Eliza

- Hey, you knock next time?!
- Are you drawing?!
- All for now!
- Really, you paint? And have learned to read?

- Do you like music? I asked, worth Listas sit down on the couch.
- Love.
The Lord broke into a sickly smile, and wanted to erase her with glazed faces.
- Then let me play for you? - I theatrically rolled his eyes. - Because only music can help us get to know each other, to open our hearts to the divine sounds and be carried away in the vortex of harmony.
The face of Listeaza expressed sincere delight. But the eyes said something else. Let the Lord's will, he would have crushed the sublime Princess piano.
- Let's start with my favorite.
In childhood it is the Fugue of the court musician Bravante managed me extremely bad. I cried, screamed, stomped their feet, but the FAA had to learn. Better to play her I did not, but who knew that after eight years the FAA will become my deadly weapons?
Touched the keys, felt their inviting coolness, got more air and hit him with all the strength of despair. Listas shuddered, and I was already booming chords of the Fugue, which was supposed to sound drawl and sounded like a bravura March. It is worth to pay tribute to Aurelius, he endured. And Fugue, and a Sonata, and a couple of scales that flowed not less threatening. The supply of musical works over, and with a smile I turned to Listees. He could hardly keep, not to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
- I love music! - I assured him. - If I become your wife, will definitely have a custom to give house concerts. Will play with your four hands. And do you sing?
- Not worth it. Listas tried to rid of the scourge, but there it was.
- Don't be shy, I'm not in a hurry, - I winked at the Lord. - And-and-and...
Listas leaned back in the couch and stared at me with eyes full of terror. And I was terrible Aria from the Opera, which by accident was like my father, "the Flower of valentinki". Opera was boring, Aria - mournful and long, but my voice sounded all sounded. In the notes I fell hard - for a long time did not sing, and tried to sound disgusting. After Aria followed by a comic song that sounded like a threat. The face of Listiak was perspiring.
- What do you think? - I sat down next to him.
- You have a true talent, murmured the Lord.
- Oh, Yes! The teacher also said so - and then sent yourself instead of someone else more famous, so to speak, to facet the diamond. I've got five musical instruments. Want, bring a lute?
- Do not! - waved Listies. - Your Highness, right, you are so kind that I don't know how to thank you for your understanding. And your music... I Swear I will never forget it!
Somehow I do not doubt. And when the Lord Listas hurriedly said goodbye and ran off, thinking, not to play at any ball. Maybe suitors diminished.

Attitude toward others - the question is not age, but the mind and education.

What all people have feelings, like me.

I do not want to speak intelligently. I want to speak like a lady.

Dark thoughts fueled it with darkness, while the hope of gaining strength from the light of day.

So sometimes, when friends part for a long time, whatever feelings they are not connected. Ties, strained too great a distance, over time will inevitably diminish.

Neither the beauty nor high position, nor wealth did not save from grief and loss.

Over time, life can adapt even to the most unexpected turns.

Hard times even the most balanced able to push to extrinsic rash actions.

Every person copes with grief in their own way.

The most important events happen suddenly, without warning.

Sometimes love blooms with time.

War is unpredictable by its very nature.