Chaptor 1

"The musician cannot be proud of his composition, he has to wait for the melody that plays from the union of two hearts."

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A horse-drawn carriage was passing through the forest in the fog of the hidden moon and deep night. The hoofs of horses startled the forest. The whispers of the trees, which were beginning to fade into a lullaby, have now faded away. Jungle was afraid, Maria's secret will be revealed. Because at this time of night, Oscar is running alone in a carriage. Sitting on the coachman's seat, he holds the reins of the horses tightly.

The forest became unfriendly. ..... First he was on the road then he let the horses go to the forest. It was an alternative route that would take him through the forest and soon lead him to the village. Even running blindly in the forest, he was forgetting that the trees were not his servants, who would get out of the way. The trees were neither obeying the orders nor arguments. It takes time to know a forest. One should not run blindly on its paths until the forest becomes a companion.

When his carriage nearly overturned after hitting a tree and he fell out of the carriage, the last thing he remembered was that a few flashes of light passed before his eyes and the horses, They were startled.

When he finally regained consciousness and leaned his back against the tree , he also remembered that just before those streaks of light, a melody had reached his ears. Earlier he had felt this melody was coming from a distant village. He thought that some madman might be playing the clarinet for jackals and crickets in the forest at this hour of the night.

He would have paid more attention to the sound if he had not immediately jumped and fallen down.

Leaning against the tree he now sat freely as if he had traveled from Ireland to this forest just to lean against that tree for rest....

To taste the coolness of the night, to explore the secrets hidden in the forest and follow the flickers that were felt through the leaves and branches, The horses dragging the carriage came close to him and started neighing. They also cannot stand the anger of their master.

They wanted to show him that it is not wise to leave home in the evening. They raised their neck and looked at him. Mr. Oscar, leaning against the trunk of a tree, opened one eye and looked at the horses, and then in such a dense forest, in the deep darkness and unreasoning loneliness he laughed with laughter and said...

"I want to be a painter.

Creations are my dream.

Colors keep me alive."

The two horses looked at him as they wanted to say something.

Mr. Brock also tried to stop me.

Now they will look for me, when they are worried, they will have to believe that I am somewhat firm in my decisions.

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