(Off-screen, curtain closed)
Oh, the mistakes! Are fatal and unpredictable. Just like the miracles. And so today I feel Medea, I feel his black sea mount, the waters swell and threaten the storm. Blowing dark and mellow, gray as thick smoke and I have no peace. As you are betrayed, as she meditated revenge. But I do not turn against my lap: I have no children. Against my husband falls my revenge. To be happy, it reaches high peaks, because it is longer and more severe his fall.
Friends, lift the curtain on this first day of summer.
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