C A M Girl, Book Entrance

 I Would Like To Begin With A Large Bright Living Room.
 In The Very Center Of The West Wing, There Is a Long Antique mirror in a Chrome-plated Gilded Frame, reflecting in itself one single window, from which the whole room is Literally Imbued with Sunlight.
 Or would it be better not so?

 A MIRROR.

 Just a MIRROR.

 Slowly, with an easy walking step in which a female silhouette looms and passes.

 The girl is wearing a short, white, silk dress.  Curly  golden hue Of A Koshtan Hair, evenly falls on the shoulders, shading A light skin with a straight, Accurate nose.
Big Brown Eyes completing a Wide Snow-White Smile.
 
 In her hands she holds a completely clean design diary in a thick, dense cover.
 And This Girl Is Me!  Hi To everyone, I'm 32, My name is Natalya!
 I finally decided to tell my  confusing story, But first, you have to go back On 32 years ago, to the exact place where I was born, To the Little Village Kurba, located 20 km away from the Yaroslavl City, Exactly There, where As a Child, On the High Sunny Glade, I had to sit and eat Strawberries Whole Summer days Observing, how the River with a thin, winding snake, separates the two opposite banks, and leaving to the Right, Hiding behind a long wooden bridge.

 On the other side of the River, There Is Stands A Christian Church From The 14th Century.
Once upon a time, In times of decline of Faith, it is Here, People from all over the places, Was came to this Place, To just to pray to the Lord.
So sometimes even now, Today, we manage to find An old coins and decorations.
And in general, All My Memory Is Always Saturated With These Aromas Of The Past, those Brightest Days, Of My Carefree Childhood.



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