Hear woman´s laugh from our pink lounge,
jingling of cups and a pervasive smell of herbal tea is spreading through the entire hallway.
The doors are half open, so you can see beautiful women, charmingly
sitting in their rich robes. But I keep walking,
holding my long dress from the finest material. My necklace of colorful gems
cools my neck and a few of naughty curls are falling down to my face. As
I am walking in my satin pumps with buckle across the hallway, which is full of family
portraits, lighted candles on gold stands and brocade wall hangings,
I take a breath of the familiar „historical smell“. Parquet floor is creaking. I go around my room, where my maids are humping
the pillows and are opening a window to the
garden. I am also passing our library
full of books and the golden altar, on which we tend to pray. I am looking
around decorated ceilings with historical and
religious themes and this view is everytime so fascinating for me. I am
going outside to the garden, where except for beautiful flowerbeds I am
being welcomed also by peacocks, bathing in the
fountain. And here, on the courtyard, my luxury carriage is waiting for me, so
I am going to sit there with the assistance of a coachman. By the
sound of galloping horses I am watching as I slowly lose our headquarters.
