In the outline of sharp corners, Francesca guessed that it was a picture wrapped in a scarlet velvet. And in the meantime he dropped the bag to earth, in which he kept his miniatures and brushes, and began to push some object to the edge of the cliff. So now the horses were afraid to approach him. The countess drew attention to the fact that all animals, especially horses, feared the painter. She did not believe and then when at night went down into the ballroom and saw there six ghostly, pale ladies. But after all, Francesca did not believe in the elves. The servants began to happen about the mischievous elves. Objects moved by themselves, the wind broke the windows, and at night there was a mysterious melody, as if someone played on the harp. She wanted to hire a talented artist to work, but as soon as he crossed the threshold of her dwelling, the castle was filled with invisible guests. When he late at night came to the gates of the fortress and showed her samples of his works, she was fascinated and did not even notice that the grave’s cold was blowing from these pictures. It seemed that he was not worried or anger, nor the favor of famous persons.įor the first time, Francesca regretted that she was sheltered in her castle this stray painter. «How did you dare to leave the castle not to say goodbye? She shouted, but the young man who stood on the edge of the cliff did not even turn around. In a road dress, with disheveled blond hair, she resembled an angry nymph. Countess Francesca hurriedly jumped out of the sleigh. As soon as the road rolled to the cliff, the horses were frightened.