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... He raised his head and saw that through the bricks in the wall of bright light pierces. He looked around and saw a beautiful piano and mirrors in golden frames, many lined red velvet, carved chairs. - Ah, this is a concert hall, talked about the old lady! - He went to the wall, which pierced the brightness and began banging like mad at him and then fell. Brick by brick flew with a crash to the ground. And when the last brick rejected for himself, he saw a ray of light princess. She was delicate, ethereal as cans. Her hair, oh just understood it, the glow from them has just beaten. It was not hair, it was angelic diamonds. The whole character was like an angel. Niche, in which the imprisoned princess was so small and low that Michael had to bow my head. He stared at the girl, as if bewitched. I've never seen anything so beautiful. She has included in his hands and the tips of her delicate, white dress, bowed her head and made a deep bow. She went to Michael, her delicate hand touched his face and danced to the rhythm of quiet music, which began dolatywać from all chambers ...
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