THE ACTRESS

She clings her embracing thoughts to the redemptive, workshop desks as she finds new strength as Queen Anne, or even as Ophelia. From the rough, noble, paper-scented material, in which she feels the up-to-date and always topical effervescence of millennia, she pours into her brave, determined posture with mischievous mischievous impetuosity the will to act, while she rehearses her song rehearsal with her lily-head raised before her bathroom mirror. His lily-pearl voice is shrunk to a large reading rehearsal, even on his tiny Pinoccio's space, and it is shameful that his height could not be a little more sky-high!

Under her half-closed, dense broomstick shade, She shakes her thoughts, concentrates her thoughts, still more and more diligently, Like a lily-scarf guarding like a sword in the budding summer air, And because she is conscious of her fullness, she knows on the stage: the more flirtatious and alluring Cupid's golden heart, wounded with his arrow, is inaccessible! And in his bell-canary tones eternal mercy says, "I pray thee, Romeo! Lenge's ballerina form stretches in a hungry arc before the ladder, as she acrobatics her swan-body with elasticity, as if for the sake of culture she were offering herself as a sacrifice, so that the director could dispose of her with courage and daring!

Nor can he break his head with the tiny links of his cogwheel, as if, amid all his apprenticeship rehearsals, his success as a presenter, he had done his noble task well, and shone his gloomy days to thousands!