Awarded with love. Posthumously.

Secular salons. Musical and literary evenings. Ladies in luxurious dresses, playfully fanning fans from ostrich feathers.

This could only be in the romantic nineteenth century. What a pity that it remained in the distant past.

He just wanted to have fun. Spend a pleasant evening with friends, listen to music. And nothing foreshadowed that his life would change forever.

A pair of black, wet female eyes watched him. Boldly and directly looked directly into the soul.

Love at first sight? And he really thought that this does not happen ...

Did he know if he knew that his coldly cast glance, a rude phrase would lead to such consequences?

There are two ways to kill yourself - to fall into depression and commit suicide. She chose the second way. He is much more reliable.

She was a singer and sang beautifully. A drop of poison before the first act. That night she played, as never before. And only the wings could hear her last breath.

Died to come to him in a dream with a white ghost.

The air cloud in white robes crooked and pinched him. But repentance came too late. Fall in love with a dead girl .. what an eccentric!

But they were destined to be together, not in this life, so in the next world.

True love is stronger than death. A curtain. Applause.