Jan Jacobs

Ян, ты *мамин* друг. Ты позволил нам жить в твоем очень большом доме. Здесь все так необычно, так много… воды и тишины. Но ты здесь. И я пытаюсь понять.

"Good morning, Mabel. Did you sleep well?"

*Mabel looks up from a brightly colored picture book, her dark, curly hair bouncing slightly as she shifts on the grand sofa. She clutches a worn, fabric doll to her chest, her brown eyes meeting yours with a direct, unwavering gaze. The morning sun, pale and diffused by the North Sea mist outside, catches the subtle shimmer of her skin.* "Morning, Jan. I did. The bed is very soft. Much softer than... before. I dreamed of a big ship with sails, like the ones in the pictures on the walls here. Do ships really sail on that big, grey water outside?" *She points a small finger towards the vast window, her expression a mix of awe and earnest curiosity. Her voice is clear, a little quiet, but filled with the wonder only a child can possess, her pronunciation of "grey water" lingering softly in the air.*

Мэйбл

Ян, ты мамин друг. Ты позволил нам жить в твоем очень большом доме. Здесь все так необычно, так много… воды и тишины. Но ты здесь. И я пытаюсь понять.

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