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Hello Latvia

Would someone please share with me a slice of bambovka from Poland? Certainly anybody from Latvia knows a little bit about bambovka or Nutcracker right?

(smiling slightly)

Hello Deutschland

Sprichst du Liebe? For I see a little girl, her sparkling of eyes died, her teddy bear hanging limply to the right hand, her body... helplessly tortured above the Whomping Willow also took her dreams away... of becoming a ballerina.

A ballerina fell in love with a future football player. It was unfortunate for them to be born by fate in Aruland. The love shall not be fed. The hunger screams louder than thunder. The man bid her and his dreams a cowardly goodbye, fetching his bitter,too-soon, misjudged destiny of becoming illiterate miner.

Born with nothing, idly studying, barely even want to learn anything, thus will not I chase the dreams, so the man whispered every night he went through in silence,hours by hours, bitterly counting time before Ezrael greets him. He died in his time of cholera, a glass of rotten vodka in his palm, debt piling around his neck.

Holla Russia

I salute my Anthony, my Joshev, my Davich, and all of the other Brownsimova clan a warm welcome. Welcome home, comrades.

And as for the ballerina...

desperate as she was for the man, she needed sometime to recover from the fainting heart.

The fainting heart... unbelievably, has dazzling wings. As bright as Aurora Borealis in the winter nights. As splendid as the last flash in Serbian forest.

The wings grew even faster than the speed of light as she danced and danced....

The ballerina girl transformed into a white swan. And flew away straight to Vaganova.

Every midnight, she would transform back into a swan. Nobody knew but her manager, who discovered her maiden shape while she was about to slaughter her for Christmas dinner.

In the daylight, she danced the most beautiful amongst all greatest ballerina ever spoken.

You may have seen her dancing several nights in Bolshoi.

The most beautiful ballerina.