The Marchioness, who knows who’s fixed point the moon, and what are the laws of motion, to have saved his daughter these prosaic details. The moon is a leading lady who has a great palace is heaven that night, that night of Carnival is in heaven too, the moon gives a great ball to the stars. The puffs are running under veils, lace, doilies that the moon is choosing to make a very fine suit of fluffy fabrics, because dancing is giving costumes, such as that Irene will be held in his palace, which will come at nine o’clock all children in the city that are his friends. When Julia ends his account of the great wonders of the sky, she remains silent some time, looks at her mother and looks at the moon shining in her eyes the expression of thousand doubts and questions. And the stars, how they dressed? -Van dressed magicians, do not you see?, Black robe with gold flakes … – And dancing in the air? Yes, in the air above the clouds. – How could I not fall? -Because they have wings. ‘I want a suit with wings. ‘I’ll do you, darling. – What we will ?…-. The mother and daughter to seek entertain fabric wings beyond his imagination, that both have very bright and the whipped with silence and solitude of that sweet and serene night.
But then a funny grimace Irene ago, throws back his head and jumps in the lap of his mother.
– I want to mask, I love masks! Cries the girl, returning to the reality of her whim all afternoon. ‘But Monina mine, if it is night, how masks have to spend? -You said today was, and I have not seen any. I love masks! To-night will have them at home. -Those are not masks, I want masks … Masks! …