There was a wonderful princess...
At first she was a sweet baby...
Then she grew up and in the long winter evenings she waited for a brave prince who would meet her, fall in love with her and marry her...
She took her sketchbook and drew pictures...
such ones...
such ones...
or such ones...
If it was late, but she couldn't fall asleep, she took her cup and drank her favourite herbal tea...
She looked at the full moon, wrote a poem to her yet unknown prince...
And when she got tired, she went into her soft bed...
and dreamt of her prince who would come the next morning to her.
