christabel_daae | Here Start 'The Hungarian Annals' (Reply)

During my 10-day holiday in Hungary I, as usual on my holidays, kept a journal. Now I am going to put these notes here. At first I thought simply to type everything right from the papers, but it's obvious that I should edit and abridge everything. However, I'm not going to change the first entry. Childish, naive, cumbersome style - but when I reread it, I recall the sweet mood I was in.

Friday, the 13th of July
approximately 22:35

So, from now on - and at least during my whole trip to Hungary I shall make notes in Shakespeare's language (to say nothing of my mistakes, errors and so on). That's because I am going to send all this to my LJ later. The latter is in English, say, that was a compromise between Ukrainian and Russian. However, another reason is that at the beginning of this journey I feel like a heroine of some novel - some English novel. Like a Victorian girl, some Mina Murray, future Harker (the fact of passing the Carpathians on my way inclines me to this variant).

The train is heading through the night. I do adore trains! And this is the first time I am quite alone in one, no acquaintances or relatives to accompany me. A girl in front of me has already gone to bed. A girl above is typing SMSes one by one. And diagonally a boy is reading Julio Cortazar. Everybody is just a little older than me. I am sipping black tea with cream and devouring a banana. Only a lamp, a dim one, right above my pillow, provides me light. Mysterious lights and shadows glide beyond the window. Good night, dear Alexandra *later comments: God, was I that sentimental?* Your holiday awaits. Is it the beginning of a good fairy tale?