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took Bella to the tower and disappeared into the side of the city market. She sat down to draw. The caretaker himself went up to Bella and asked:

      – Girl, you have no memory at all? Decided to draw waves from life? Draw, but do not bother me. If you were still a little away from the tower, on that boulder.

      – OK, I’ll switch. What a beautiful wave today!

      – What did you find in them? And, all artists are miserable, that they are offended, – said the caretaker and went to the tower.

      Twenty minutes later the musician director appeared. He sat down at the caretaker, then went up to the observation deck, and went downstairs without a package. Bella noticed the package, but she also noticed that there was no package in the hands of the returning music director. The caretaker after the departure of the musician director cheered up.

      – Oh, draws. See you, and the waves are as alive. Girl, and you really artist! I would give my waves, I’ll hang them on the wall.

      – I’ll give you one drawing, today the waves have turned out well, but I still need to finish them a little.

      – Okay, draw, girl, just draw me.

      Bella had the feeling that the caretaker had taken a hundred grams of vodka or more per soul and was drunk and excited. She sat, painted and did not turn her head towards the caretaker. Half an hour passed before the yacht appeared.

      The caretaker with a bag went to the shore, took the boat…

      – Oh wait! I want to ride with you! Shouted Bella.

      – Girl, why are you attached to me? The caretaker asked.

      “I am not for you, I have become attached to the waves,” Bella said and climbed into the caretaker’s boat. Figure she left under the boulder.

      – Ok, floated on the yacht.

      – Why did you bring a woman? – asked the sailor in a disgruntled voice.

      – This is not a woman, but an artist. She draws waves, she wants to ride with you.

      – Can i?! – Bella shouted her question.

      – Sit down and do not bother me, but here we will only return by evening.

      The bag of white powder disappeared into the hold of the yacht. Bella sat on the stern. The men were talking. The caretaker got into his boat and swam to the shore. The yacht took the course known to Bella on the boat excursion. She sat, watched, was silent. The last thing she noticed on the shore was the car of Ilya. The superintendent told him something. Ilya went and took a picture under a boulder.

      The yacht picked up speed. The rescue tower has disappeared from view. Bella men were extremely indifferent, they perceived her as a wretched person, drawing waves. It looked like a rather nondescript gray mouse. This singer Victoria Lvovna was all of herself. She jumped out of her dress while walking. And Bella had it all closed, and she herself was boring. Sailors Buek and Ledok immediately forgot about it.

      The yacht was met on the quay by Count Pavlin himself in elegant light-colored clothes. Bella noticed that the package was taken by Buyek to the side door of the castle. And at that moment Count Peacock approached her. He said that he already knew that she was an artist, and he had an order for her.

      Bella immediately grew up in her own eyes. They entered the Peacock Palace. It seemed to her that the number of mirrors in the castle was greater than the number of the walls themselves, she was reflected on all sides and quickly felt that her clothes did not fit the castle much.

      Count Peacock noticed a change in her mood, but he continued to show an art gallery consisting of only peacocks depicted on canvases.

      “Bella, I need a peacock amidst sea waves.” I have a live peacock, it must be drawn against the background of the sea. Can you handle this job?

      – I think yes.

      Chapter 5

      Count Peacock carefully looked at the modest girl and decided that he needed to send the singer back to the boarding house: his singer did not care. He called the yacht and said that the singer was taken to a boarding house. To accompany her, he did not come out. Victoria Lvovna was delighted with what she recently ran away from.

      Bella was given a choice of brocade robes with peacocks, they were relatively dimensionless. She tried on one bathrobe and felt quite comfortable.

      Count Peacock looked at Bella and realized how she differs from energetic Alla and even more from nervous singer Victoria Lvovna: calmness. It was thoroughness. She went, did not run and did not fly, she did not ask for anything, but carefully looked at the pictures. He invited her to sit in the chair. They brought a table with food and drinks.

      For the first time in his life, Count Peacock felt himself in his palace at home. Bella didn’t grumble, she ate pies and squeezed compote without zhemanstvo. She was calm. With her there was no need to be cunning, to look after, to turn inside out. You could just sit, eat, drink, be silent. There was no flashy sexuality of the singer in her, but she pleasantly delighted the eye of the sophisticated lover of women.

      “Bella, I have a room for you, and everything you need to write a picture will be delivered.” You write what you need.

      Count Peacock went to his chambers. Mikhailovna escorted Bella to the golden room where the singer Victoria Lvovna lived.

      – I will not work in this room! – Bella was indignant and asked: – There are rooms above the floor?

      – Yes, but they are much simpler, and now they are busy.

      – Come, please, and look at the view from the window from the room above the floor.

      Mikhailovna showed the girl rooms on the top floor.

      Bella chose one room overlooking the sea, which she was quickly released. She wrote a list of items needed to work on the picture. Bella turned on her mobile phone, but it didn’t work. Through the window she saw the singer, Victoria Lvovna, sit on a yacht, which sailed in the direction of the boarding house. “Change of prisoners,” – thought the girl and heard the cries of peacocks in the poultry yard. Scary in the castle she was not, but also boring, too, was not.

      Bella had pleasant worries, she was brought everything she ordered to work on the painting. She drew a peacock in pencil, traced the sea on the sketches in great detail, it was necessary to combine the drawings and then paint them on canvas in oil. She worked in her room on the top floor of the castle.

      Count Peacock sometimes went to Bella’s room, sat in an armchair, watched and left. He liked her more and more. He did not try to take possession of it, did not try to give to drink, to bewitch with his wealth. He wanted one thing: that she was always in his house. He did not have a daughter nearby. For the first time in his life, he had a desire to protect, not attack. He knew that after four days she needed to go home. Will she have time to write a picture? Rather yes than no.

      Bella was working on the painting and was happy. On the caskets, she wrote, drew pictures on a given topic, the size of which was very limited. She painted and painted on canvas the way she wanted. “I would have been painting here all my life,” a thought flashed through her mind, and then she saw a white butterfly outside the window. Bella opened the window.

      The butterfly quickly found peacock feathers in a vase on the window. The girl looked at the feathers and was surprised that the wires were stretched next to them, but decided that it was not her business, not her room, and she would not touch other people’s feathers and wires.

      Singer Victoria Lvovna came to dinner beautiful. People in the dining room greeted her with deafening applause. In response, she invited everyone to the concert in the concert hall of the boarding house after eight in the evening. The people responded with clapping their hands together. Victoria Lvovna approached

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