I dealt with the stories book, and I do not hide that ideas were made in my head. As if to respond to my wishes, the dancer approached me. When I began to read, she approached her face to me, and then brought him closer to almost touched my shoulder as she looked at my forehead with two sidelines with two sidelines, and without being clouded. I used to do that usually when someone reads her a book: I watched her carefully as she listened to reading the chicken merchant. She was close to her face and her big black eyes were shining. We have the most beautiful thing about it. It seemed to me that the coordinate eyelashes of her eyelashes is rare for the intensity of her beauty. In her smile, I found the sparkling of the open rose. A rose, indeed, she reminded me of the rose.