"The social reception, smiles and tinsel, smells of unprecedented dishes, the noise of conversations, the cycle of glasses and joyful faces . Loose ladies, cavaliers, like horses kicking their hooves. And I am a gray, unmistakable spot, gliding around the hall ... I smile politely, answer greetings and questions . Sometimes to the point, and sometimes to the point of failure........................................ And I think, "Who?" Maybe this blonde, portraying a fairy? Long and uncomplicated, like a Kalancha . Or this button, afraid to latch on to a long crinoline? Or a stupidly giggling brunette in a peasant suit? The glitter of mirrors, the shadows of well-trained waiters, powdered wigs, rustle of silk, the smell of melting wax... And magic spilled around . It is everywhere. In birds fluttering among the dancers. In the fragrances of flowers blooming in the middle of the hall. In bright splashes of flying fireworks..."