I do not know how many years will pass, but one day the day will come when one fairy tale will blossom, which will be remembered for a long time. One morning in the sea distance under the sun a scarlet sail will sparkle. The shining bulk of the crimson sails of the white ship will move, cutting the waves, straight towards you. This wonderful ship will sail quietly, without shouts and shots; on the shore a lot of people will gather, wondering and ahaya: and you will stand there. The ship will approach majestically [more]
