#viktorka

"Viktorka was always pale, her eyes shining like two coals, black hair always disheveled, she never wore a pretty dress and she was never speaking. There was a big oak at the edge of a forest, Viktorka stood there for hours, staring down to the weir. At dusk, she went down to the weir, sat on an old stump, gazed in the water and was singing long, long into the night."

Byli jste skvělí! FC Viktoria Plzeň