She met him par hasard again. He smiled
chillingly and passed by her.
she recalled 26 years ago when she was a
princess and he was a poor student with the bloody rose
sacrificed by that stupid swallow in a cruel winter. She did not
rest her bluest eyes on that rose at all. The rose became stone. He
was heartbroken and threw himself into the works of philosophy,
deceiving himself with the relativity of tragydy and
comedy...
26 years passed. He had obscured all that
misery memory and became himself a prominent scholar of
anthropology. She, witnessing all the vississitudes of life, had
turned mature and realize