Служанка

Vremi͡a v Belvile techet nezametno. Skolʹko i͡a zdesʹ? Dva goda? A mne poroĭ kazhetsi͡a, chto t͡selui͡u vechnostʹ. Votchina arnov zateri͡alasʹ v samoĭ glubine Almaznykh gor, v krai͡u vechnykh dozhdeĭ i khmurogo nizkogo neba. No syrostʹ - ne samoe strashnoe, chto podzhidaet obitateleĭ Belvili͡a.'Khozi͡ain vozvrashchaetsi͡a!' - rannim vesennim utrom ėta fraza perevernula ne tolʹko privychnui͡u zhiznʹ mrachnogo zamka, no i moi͡u sobstvennui͡u. I teperʹ i͡a ne znai͡u, chego zhdatʹ ot sudʹby i v kakui͡u storonu povernet koleso Raĭny, Sozdatelʹnit͡sy vsego sushchego.

Time passes quickly in Belleville. How long have I been here? Two years? And sometimes it feels like forever. The Arn fiefdom was lost in the very depths of the Diamond Mountains, in the land of eternal rains and a gloomy low sky. But the dampness is not the worst thing that awaits the inhabitants of Belleville.'The master is coming back!'- in the early spring morning, this phrase changed not only the usual life of the gloomy castle, but also my own. And now I do not know what to expect from fate and in which direction the wheel of Raina, the Creator of all things, will turn.