Anemone

To become a girl from the Spring House, you need to have an outstanding appearance and outstanding talents.
She was lucky to be born an ideal of Chinese beauty: oval face, white skin, raven–black hair; mouth – a delicate bud, neck — long and sensual, hands-exquisite and fascinating, wrists-thin, like the stem of a Shanghai flower.
And often it seemed that she was created for this mission — with her, men’s feasts became more refined, conversations became thinner and more elegant, wine poured by a beautiful hand – sweeter.

She often sang songs in the pavilion of blooming anemones, for which she received the name Anemone, which means «Daughter of the Wind».
Many men were lost in their mad love for this almost perfection.
But she gave her heart to a brilliant diplomat, a young prince with a swaggering gait and penetrating eyes.

Since then, Anemone sang and danced only for him, was a perfect conversationalist – listening, understanding, witty. With her, you could relax and remember what it means to be yourself.
No scenes of jealousy, no scandals, no reproaches, no quarrels and tears…

Every day she waited only for him. Anemone was in love. And I didn’t notice any more loving and admiring glances from fans. And there were quite a few of them..
If she was going to sing, then the whole Spring House was quiet, like nature waiting for rain. The song of the Anemone was this rain of sounds of a beautiful voice capable of bewitching listeners, touching the most subtle, deeply and securely hidden strings of hearts.
She sang and waited for him.

The days passed… the waiting was painful and unbearable. Anemonchik, how is your heart? Is it beating?
And suddenly my heart began to beat very fast, in time with the sound of horses’ hooves-I waited! Follow me!