“A social reception, smiles and tinsel, the smells of unprecedented dishes, the noise of conversations, the circulation of glasses and joyful faces. Dressed up ladies, gentlemen, like horses, beating their hoofs. And I am a gray, inconspicuous spot, sliding around the hall... I smile politely, answer greetings and questions. Sometimes to the point, and sometimes out of place. And I wonder: “Who?” Maybe this blonde girl pretending to be a fairy? Long and awkward, like a tower. Or this button, afraid of tripping on a long crinoline? Or a stupidly giggling brunette in a peasant costume? The shine of mirrors, the shadows of well-trained waiters, powdered wigs, the rustle of silk, the smell of melting wax... And magic spilled all around. She's everywhere. In the birds fluttering among the dancers. In the aromas of flowers blooming in the middle of the hall. In the bright splashes of flying fireworks..."