So she made her luggage and started off. She used to wear high-hilled italian shoes, small white dress under a long ivory-colored coat, her hair was made like out-of-bed, she was made-up sophisticatedly (nú) and just could not stop smoking.

First she arrived to Paris. She´s been to Paris several times already, but never in her life she felt herself so perfectly free and happy, passing the bridges, promenading down the boulevards, throwing some tiny stones from the bank of Rive Droite, next to Tuilerie garden.

It was raining heavily in Paris, but our young lady hated umbrellas, so she got wet till her bones ("empapada hasta los huesos" - she thought, remembering her spanish lover). But as far as our heroine was not any usual indecisive and fearful lady, she just did not noticed how wet she had become.  She just gathered her hair in an elegant knot (she perfectly knew how to stay beautiful in any case). And she went on walking, making small gracious  passes, admiring her nice shoes and her personal reflection in huge vitrines de Champs Elysées.

At last she reached a small caffé, hidden in the end of a narrow street,  took her place at  a tiny table and ordered:

"Un verre du rouge, s'il vous plait".

And sipping her wine she plunged in remembering sunny day of summer, taking her aperitive in the Piazza San Marco. And she burst in laughing thinking of her italian lover, so ingénu his was with his humble complements like:

- I bet you don´t know what is the most beautiful thing of Venice?

"I bet I am," - she thought, but being absolutely polite she asked:

- No, I´ve got no idea, but I suppose...

- THIS IS YOU! - whispered he, kissing passionately her palm in both sides, so happy to drop this gracious comment.

So she smiled our young lady with  her charming sly smile, turned round and said addressing herself to a couple of french ladies:

"Mais comment il es ingénu, mesdames? Vous l'avez intendue?"

Once upon  a time one young pretty lady woke up in the later morning (something about a midday) and thought that she was awfully bored. She felt herself so bored that she did not want to leave her cozy warm bad. It was a winter day. The sky was white of clouds, full and heavy with snow. 

This lady was so pretty, as all you just can imagine, as intelligent, as no one can think, as hilarious as someone of you become when meeting the love of one´s whole life, or getting the present of your dreams. The young lady was perfect, and everyone around knew this. And she herself too, without any doubts!

But - alas - she felt herself bored. She felt that her life was passing in vain! She looked back and saw a long line of the days, that was full of glory, sparkling drinks and beautiful shoes, but they were all absolutely equal! One was so similar to another, that if you could only pass just one week, composed of the days that was fulling the life of our young and pretty lady, you SURE never would be able to notice the difference between Sunday and Wednesday, Monday and Tuesday.  You would be absolutely LOST! 

But as far as our little heroine was really smart to have had noticed that, she took her cellphone without leaving her cozy warm bed and rang up her lover.

"Hi, Bob!" - she said - "how are you doing?" - it must be seeming that Boob was really occupied, ´cause our lady said "I can see, how occupied you are, but I just wanted to tell you that I´m leaving and I´ll never be back! Good-buy!" 

Than she rang up another lover, and she said:

"Salut, Marc! je desis te dire que je part. pour toujours! ne me cherche pas! Adieu!"

And than she rang up another one:

"Hola, Carlos, mi amor. ... si-si, ya lo tengo, pero no lo necesito más! yo me largo para siempre! te quiero mucho, pero así no puedo seguir más! - and she started to cry - lo siento. adios!" - and she stopped crying and thought, that although she strongly loved Carlos, she had already made a decision,  and as far as she made it, it must be executed. 

And she went on calling up her lovers, among who there were lots of good guys, huge amount of fellows that in French we should name as "comme ci, comme ça", and few of them were absolutely bastards!

and with all of her lovers she spoke in that brief and calm way, that shows us how strong was her will and how merciful was she herself.