...ah, that mischievous spring, the ever-changing weather, one day - awakening nature to greenery and flowering, and the next - again freezing to a standstill, hiding the sun under the veil of clouds in the sky. Dovilė finishes her conversation with another student, leans back in her chair and looks out the window, but her thoughts are carried away by a gust of wind and carried away.... to childhood...
And here she is running along the path, leading through a magnificent avenue of tall trees, she has fun running, imagining that she is a princess, and this path leads to the king's palace. The wind rustles the leaves of the trees, and the thinner branches seem to start dancing, Dovilė hears the music of the wind and trees, starts spinning, she feels so light and good, all her thoughts are released to the breeze, she simply enjoys nature, smiles. She wants freedom, so she instantly lets go of the tightly tied ponytail, shakes her hair and falls into the meadow. Now she watches how the tree branches catch the clouds, like a shepherd's scythe shearing sheep. Then she hears her grandmother, who lives here, not far away, by the Nemunas, calling her home. Dovilė gets up and slowly walks away.
She remembers the Nemunas, which changes the color of its water every now and then, which is sometimes like a mirror, and sometimes like a foamy sea. The rain is pouring down, it's a little cooler here, she wants a cozy sweater, Dovilė wraps herself in it, hugs herself cozily, which reminds her of the hugs of her mother and grandmother, she feels good and cozy, no matter that the wind is blowing, she smiles and looks into the distance. How fast the water flows...as does time. She slowly walks along the footbridge to its end, as if wanting to accompany the flow of the river. She squats down and tries to touch the water. It's still cool, but pleasantly cool.
Dovilė looks at the sun, it's getting closer to the show, it's getting late. Picking up her pace, she returns to the room. It's warm here. She takes off her clothes, stays in her T-shirt and settles comfortably in an armchair. There are sketches for her new collection lying right there. She slowly picks them up and smiles - how much she loves her job, how long and winding the path has been to where she is now. She picks up the pencil that fell to the ground and starts drawing.

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