Elsa New Year Drees
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Elsa New Year Drees According to the contract you’re mine a year more! Your wings are in my hands. But I But I let you go. I! Here’re new orders. Thank you, Vasyl. If you don’t hold it in your hands, “If you don’t hold it in your hands, Don’t say it’s yours. ” Wise, wise! Temples, the Winter Palace, theatre game Temples, the Winter Palace, theatre game We’ll paint it all! Michelangelo will envy us. Until now it was me who dragged the art train, but now you harness yourself beside. Shyriaiev Shevchenko. Smart? Huh? And who’s the driver? And who’s the driver? Driver? The art train’s got one driver The art train’s got one driver money. I won’t harness myself. Aha game You disdain at me. Saint art, Briullov, Academy game Here you get Academy! Briullov is a lord. He knows nothing about us. He’ll buy your hands, your brain out, but your heart will stay there, with your brotherserf, your bonded sister, your bonded family. They’ll grow to hate you, and you’ll refuse from them. Your academy’s here! You’ve trampled it all. It’s mine I trample game It’s mine I trample game You’ll be trampled too. Briullov’s waiting for me. Briullov’s waiting for me. Oh, Briullov! Then ‘it’s the contract. But you have let me go. No. No. Contract. You forgot how you begged OgonDuganovskaya, how you went to Arzamas on foot? You carry your pictures to the Academy everyday. Contract! Contract! Vasyl! I beg you. Grant me a year of freedom. I beg you. Grant me a year of freedom. You were a serf too! You’re my brother! I won’t. You won’t! Briullov, Engelhardt, Duganovskaya, even the tsar can grant. And you not. You’re cruel and envious, You’re cruel and envious, because your freedom was late, and you can’t wash off your soul’s grey colour now. And you want to spatter the whole world with it. God, God, so horrible! A slave wants everybody to be slaves! Go. Go. Go! Thank you, Thank you, thank you. From now on you’re a student of the Academy of Arts in the professor Briullov’s class. You belong to the art solely. It’s your god, your commandment, your daily bread.