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Maria Antoinette — like a movie heroine, thrown into a foreign world without a script. Born in Vienna, amidst the gold and protocols of the Habsburgs, where she was taught to smile, dance, and be a pawn in politics. At fourteen, she was sent to France — as a bride, an alliance, a living contract. Versailles greeted her with its cold brilliance: endless ceremonies, court intrigues, and crowds of eyes watching every gesture.

The young queen sought air — finding excitement. Cards, balls, masquerades, pastoral games in a 'simple life' that was more precious than true poverty. The people were starving, while the court laughed. She was blamed for everything: for extravagance, for indifference, for conspiracy. Often unjustly — but her reputation already had a life of its own.

The revolution came with a montage cut: from the mirrors of Versailles — to the gray walls of the Tuileries, from the crown — to the tribunal. Calm, almost proud, Maria Antoinette ascended the scaffold, becoming a symbol of an era that did not hear the roar of the crowd in time.

Moral for the crypt: if you live in a bubble and ignore reality, the market — like a revolution: will come suddenly and ruthlessly.