The large wooden doors creaked the old theater building in dolan wind, dust to stay in place for many years, and it doesn sea. It's dim inside, and it was scary; the thick velvet curtains were covering the stage, but the light of the moon is leaked from the corners in the depths of the hall was shining on abandoned indefinitely. The weight of years, crouching against the wall, almost even the scene itself was forgotten.
Lina taking a deep breath, he stepped inside. He did not choose to be here. Theatre, it had left him by his grandfather, but the building was closed for many years. The city of the old ones would say that this place is haunted. Many years ago there was a tragedy here, but he didn't no one tell you exactly what happened to Lina. He remembered the stories his grandfather told him as a child: "Once Upon a time there was a magical place in the theatre," he said. "But a day's stage dropped to a whisper."
Lina stood in front of the big stage and sighed. It was always her dream to be on stage, but this was a completely different world. The design was interested in acting from the stage. Climbed the stairs with a heavy tread, to examine some old decorations. The old lobby rooms in the dim light began to circulate.
