Olesia
Somewhere, maybe we’ll meet If we have no arms, we’ll hug one another with wings.
Lina Kostenko
Having slipped between the white satin silk sheets, a tired and crazy with love and happiness girl felt a breath of coolness as if the bed cloth tried to slightly extinguish her burning fire, to pacify, and to take tender care of her. However, Lesia could not fall asleep. She was tossing and turning sleeplessly in the bed, but could not get comfortable. Thoughts were swirling in her mind like a merry-go-round that blinked in the darkness. The room lightened both from the colorful, vibrant thoughts and from the full moon that having rolled out in the sky was shedding opal moonlight on the maid’s bed. In wait for tomorrow, Lesia was unusually excited. Tomorrow, everything would be differ
