The moon shone over the swan lakes. Girls emerged from the water, turning from swans into people again. Their faces were sad. They had waited so long to be freed from their witchcraft, but now hope was completely lost. All of them were real beauties, but sadness lurked in the eyes of each of them. They were all bewitched and suffering. The dreary shores were overgrown with lilies and grass, the girls filled the entire shores of the lakes, that night they did not comb and did not dance under the moon, they were waiting for their princess. A bad feeling gnawed at each of them. Odette did not come for a long time, but two of the swan girls were especially sad, two of Odette's dark-haired friends. “She's been gone for so long, what could have happened?” asked one another. “I don’t know,”

