Immersed in memories, Margo slowly moved along the stone path overgrown with grass towards the terrace. Her feet themselves carried her to the place where the Mountain embraced his beloved for the last time...

"- My dear, are you here? - he shouted, barely seeing the estate, he knew that the girl would hear him, but she did not answer. Having overcome the wall with one jump, he found himself right on the path leading to the terrace. Dashing towards her, he froze at Lyubava was lying on the floor next to a broken vase of flowers, her black hair was scattered over the stone slab, her white dress was...