Have you seen Elina yesterday? She told me funny story of her own about little boy who lived not far away and fell in love with princess made of stone. He came to see her every single day and trusted her his secrets and his hips. He had in mind so many things to say but never got an answer from her lips. The years passed, he was becoming man but still he never stopped seeing his girl. His love was great and then he had a plan to find her real copy till next fall. And so he travelled long and lonely way, he was in Mexico and then he crossed the ocean. Spain, France then Russia – all in vain, his only one remained unreal notion. Too disappointed he had to return without any wish to live away. Next morning he was up to burn his heart with alcohol in near crystal bay. But on his way he saw a flash of light, the sun's reflected in her ginger hair. Too fast he caught her playful magic sight and in that very moment breathed the air of joy and hope and merciful relief. He recognized her right away and thought it was the end of everlasting grief. She smiled and all his pain turned into rot. Do you believe in such fantastic story? Elina swore that lucky girl was her. That's fine, let her receive her little glory and won't make from this falsehood any stir.