Mirvelleth

It's strange to remember, but I came up with the intention to keep a diary when a stranger, the scholar, gave me an old notebook with exquisite leather cover. He was very fond of music, and that present was the way to thank me for my songs, which he enjoyed the whole evening. Later, sitting in the little inn room, I decided to describe there some of my thoughts and moments of my life. Also, now I write my first note.