Henrietta. He said, Hen-ri-e-tta--. The name slipped through his dreadful lips, like raindrop knocked the grass in deep, deep night, then haunted around her, haunting, like a spray of raindrop, and raised into air, into the crystally green sky after a quiet gun shot.Henrietta. She is like the whole modern world controlling everything but can never obsess the heart of old-fashion. He is in love with Gelda, the frog-like women, the worshiper, the brutel one who would never let him go. Henrietta. She doodled trees, when Adward collecting them, like the whole old continent desires real lives to company. Henrietta. Afterall the name is a spell, spell that flow over her eyes and murmured by the dead one's thrilling lips, Henrietta. He said, left the curse to haunting her. In her studio, in her hands full of clays, in sofa's corners and eyes of sculptures, with such hollow. Henrietta. With lovin in never again.