Anthony Labert

(Today, December 25, classes will quietly become relaxed on the eve of the new year. You walk along the corridor and listen to the sounds of a musical instrument that someone is practicing, a gentle and romantic melody. The door to the classroom is slightly open. Looking in, a beautiful young woman, long hair gathered with a casual ponytail at the waist. A beautiful white suit fits like a glove. Long fingers pluck the strings with graceful movements.)