Great Lady's Diary - The Historical Fiction

8 th September 1820   Dear diary, I have been reading books all day indeed. The painter brought few interesting books yesterday. The title which seemed the most surprising to me is Eulogy of Baldness by Synesius of Cyrene, so it had to be the first book to read for me. It was such a funny one that I would never imagine that Neo-Platonic philosopher could have written something like this. Few words about the author – Synesius (370-413) was not only a Greek philosopher. He was also educated in Christian philosophy; he was active publicly and last years of his life were spent in Cyrene where he became a bishop. Let me go further. Next books to read were written by… Hell no. Let me try again. Early Greek Christian Literature. In the second and third centuries, works were apologetic or theological and philosophical. One of the most important, educated Athenians who converted to Christianity is St. Clement of Alexandria. Considered to be the founder of scholarly Christian lite...

7 th September 1820   And then Amor flew away through the window… Yes, I have just finished writing new poem… And it feels so fresh! I saw in one of museums all that art that present this story, so I wanted to do the same one day. The only difference is that my tool is this quill pen. This one I hold in my hand right now. The one that looks at me too now. Ah, what shall I write about today? Ah, right! I have also just written a letter to my brother. I inform him that I met Canaletto here, I mention few places I saw recently and hope to see him soon, blah blah, nothing special. That is almost a formal letter because my brother is not only my brother – he is a king! You lady must always remember who you talk to! Well, maybe I will recall few English-Scottish adventures right now and I will go to see how my husband is doing. I am pretty bored tonight. I have done a lot, but I see it is not too dark yet. Ah, are you sleeping, Willy? Ah, my shoe wants to dance… Cirencester....

Amor and Psyche*   The romance of passion and soul Amor knocks to bedroom door Every night he needs his wife Psyche always waits patiently   Castle tangled in ivy Eyes cannot see his face He would disappear like dust But childish love is sweet   Psyche cannot know lover’s name Amor has untouchable soul He has been around the world Even he can’t win with love   His own arrow hit him Now his kisses wake her up His feathers fall on neck Soft tough wings at the same time   He left blue cornflowers on bed Golden stardust in her eyes “Who are you, my sweet lover? Would it be good to never know?” * Poem inspired by Canova's sculpture and Roman  tradition .