Sir Dovesinn
02-28-2007, 05:38 PM
Echo
The drawing-room door opens, Natasha comes in, walks a few steps, comes to a halt in the middle of the conservatory.
Listens the talk in the drawing-room.
Hears footsteps, not too relaxed, not too quick, the measured tread of a young man.
Looks round. Sees the tubs of flowers, walks towards them, hides behind.
Shuts.
The drawing-room door opens, Boris comes in, walks a few steps, not too relaxed, not too quick, comes to a halt in the middle of the consevatory.
Flicks a speck of dirt off the sleeve of his uniform.
Looks round. Sees the mirror, walks towards it, stops in front.
Smiles.
Natasha looks out of her hiding.
Natasha wonders what will he do.
Natasha shuts.
Boris looks in the mirror.
Boris wonders what will he do.
Boris smiles.
Natasha looks out of her hiding.
Natasha shuts.
Boris looks in the mirror.
Boris smiles.
Boris looks in the mirror.
Oh…
In the mirror.
Ohh...
Ohhh...
In hiding.
Ohhhh…
Ohhhhhh…
The drawing-room door opens, Natasha comes in, walks a few steps, comes to a halt in the middle of the conservatory.
Listens the talk in the drawing-room.
Hears footsteps, not too relaxed, not too quick, the measured tread of a young man.
Looks round. Sees the tubs of flowers, walks towards them, hides behind.
Shuts.
The drawing-room door opens, Boris comes in, walks a few steps, not too relaxed, not too quick, comes to a halt in the middle of the consevatory.
Flicks a speck of dirt off the sleeve of his uniform.
Looks round. Sees the mirror, walks towards it, stops in front.
Smiles.
Natasha looks out of her hiding.
Natasha wonders what will he do.
Natasha shuts.
Boris looks in the mirror.
Boris wonders what will he do.
Boris smiles.
Natasha looks out of her hiding.
Natasha shuts.
Boris looks in the mirror.
Boris smiles.
Boris looks in the mirror.
Oh…
In the mirror.
Ohh...
Ohhh...
In hiding.
Ohhhh…
Ohhhhhh…