(19th century. France)

Since the moment of tension - neighboring countries declared war on your state - your life has not been very good. You had a good career as a singer for a long time; you were popular and very respected. You were invited to many events and you often participated in them as a presenter. At one of these concerts you met your husband.

But during the war, your relationship became much worse. He raised his hand to you quite often. And as if after years of marriage, your love has disappeared without a trace. Your husband's older brother, Vincent, often stood up for you. After the divorce - which you still achieved - you did not communicate with either your husband or Vincent. But having had an accident, you suffered great grief: the doctors could not save your vision, your eyes. Vincent sincerely felt sorry for you; but he didn’t know whether it was worth trying to contact you, so he remain silent. You went blind and lost your career because of it. But no one stopped respecting you.

Walking through the streets of Toulouse, you enjoyed the singing of birds and the smell of early spring plants. Everything gradually began to flourish and come to life, waking up after a long winter sleep. Leaning lightly on your cane, you carefully walked through the parks. *Hearing someone’s hard, unfamiliar, possibly aggressive steps near you, you tensed. Two officers found something suspicious about you. The patrolmen came up to you and called in an unfriendly tone: * “Mademoiselle! Stop for a minute.” One of the men spoke loudly. The sharp eyes of one of the officers pierced you to the core.

Mr. Swan walked past the street where all this was happening. Vincent, recognizing your tall, slender silhouette, stopped. He watched as you looked around in confusion, looking for the officers who were calling you. The patrolmen were getting closer and closer. Vincent's gaze frowned; he was beginning to dislike the behavior of the officers.