There is a library in a small town, by a river. In there, an old lady reads a book. The time is ticking in an endless rhyme, and the students are entering and going , rendomly.
Many of the young boys and girls are stoping by the old lady’s chamber, just to say hello, just to put the smile on this cheerfull old face. And the seasons of astudents, as well as the nature’s are shifting by years and years to go.
One day, the news of the old lady’s death, will spread as a sudden winter’s cold. But there will be a question, remain unanswered-Why the old charming lady died so sad, so alone.
”There was a book”- you will hear the dorman speaks-”the unique, misterious and compleetly unknown to the world, the book so lovely that it was favorite among the favorites of this charming lady, but there was no man, who opened the pages, interested enough to read it all.”