Переведите , без переводчика)) six months later we went to london for christmas. mary was the happiest girl in the world. she was with her father and mother again. i was glad too i enjoyed everything we didn't have in wales: beautiful dresses, music, games and feasts. on christmas day there was a carnival. i was dancing and laughing when suddenly i noticed a strange lady who was not wearing a mask. her hair was as black as night, her eyes as dark as onyx and her skin as pale as snow. she was slim and wore a black and white dress with very long sleeves. she wasn't beautiful, but everybody was looking at her. a tall man came up to her and asked her to dance. his eyes were fixed on her, he didn't notice anything around him. that moment i recognized the man. it was the king! she put her hand into his and i saw that she had six fingers.
