—And you, black-haired one, as I see it, love gypsies. Tell me why? You’re almost a gypsy yourself. — Who told you? — Who could tell me. But I will tell you your name too. Cute little name. Your name is Allegra. “Will you tell me luck?” “I’ll tell you everything, dear, past, present, and future.” “I think it’s time for us,” I said. Neither the girls nor the gypsy paid any attention to me. “Allegra from a big house. Your wicked mother abandoned you. But don't be upset, honey. A handsome prince and great happiness await you. — Really? - said Allegra. “And the others?” “Let me see... The gypsy woman stood in front of me with her hands on her hips. “This is our music teacher,” Allegra began. Oh, music. Tra-la-la...” said the gypsy, “be careful, lady.” Beware of the man with blue eyes...