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. . STURIIIES . . The Ball QI T be God! if Clst Prize-Short Story Contestj When the three heavy-coated figures en- tered the inn no one dreamed who the wounded man was. Some said that he was handsome enough and strong enough to be Prince Ivan himself. But Kasimir, the innkeeper, knew the truth. He put the wounded man in the finest room with his dearest Lubov to wait upon him. The other two men, soldiers, too, did not get so much attention. Kasimir's wife, Lubov, was a faithful nurse and soon the young man was trying his legs again. But there would be a fear- ful scar across his thigh-a sabre scar. However, he seemed impatient to be off again to the fighting. He stared nervous- ly out of the window at the snow-beaten landscape hearing for the first time a voice as lovely as a bell. It was a high voice but still sweet even though the song was about thwarted love. Startled he turned to Mia, Kasimir's daughter. Who is singing like that? Mia arched her sleek head and fiounced Does it bother you, Sir? The man at the window rubbed his lean, handsome features. No, I only want it nearer. And from that day on the young boy, Nadyadrei, came and played his guitar and sang for the convalescent. Seven whole days! At first they were very for- mal, Nadyadrei very shy except when he sang. Then they began to laugh and gos- sip about Mia and Vladimir and the oth- ers. But once they neither laughed nor spoke and the soldier asked the little musi- cian a question. A translation from the Russian language meaning death . Wlhen a person: dies his spirit goes to the Ball of the Gods. RAB-IAB Why is it, Nadyadrei, that you have a girl's name ? Nadyadrei shook his long golden-brown hair and wrinkled his attractive turned- up nose. It is very simple Sir. You see, I am a girl. At this remark the man turned as red as cranberry wine. Sing your last song to me Nadyadrei, as I am leaving early in the morning. So Nadyadrei sang her favorite song. It is a song that all the people of old Russia know, the Song of Nadyadrei Cor of Hope J. Hope was a poor peasant girl with dreams of beauty and splendor. She worked hard and dreamed her quiet dreams and longed for a beautiful gown that she had once seen a painting of- she even prayed for this lovely gown. And one day a handsome prince came to the small town and left the frock of her dreams for her to wear. However, Hope had no place to go to wear such a garment. But she cherished and kept it, and one day when she was still young and fresh, Hope wore it to the Ball of the Gods. So Hope or Nadyadrei of the song was buried in the dress of her dreams. Nadyadrei stopped playing and the two sat and looked at each other, their hearts beating together in silence. The soldier got up and paced about the room. Why do you love that song so? he asked Nadyadrei. Because it tells about a girl with your name? l That is one reason, Prince Ivan, the girl answered, and the bloom of cherries came upon her pretty cheeks. But all women love to be dressed becomingly, Your Majesty l She curtsied deeply to him, completely charming him in her boy- ish attire. A sigh shook his whole frame. You knew ? Seventeen