The fingers of the soft, lithe god glide across the strings that seem to be the footsteps of the rotating Muses, gliding on the golden and silver platforms of the Olympe palace. Teacher We can’t mask how excited we are to welcome you back poster. As for Marsyas, the rough man of the forest, the countryside with the flute, even if he has talent, he cannot be as skilled as a god who once commanded and taught beautiful, talented Muses. Power, son of his father Zeus. The jury cast a secret ballot to decide the winner. The Muses left for Apollon, and Midas king left for Marsyas. So Apollon won. The wreath of laurel leaves on the high forehead of the god seems to be even more beautiful.
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