The Crushed Flower and Other Stories by Leonid Nikolayevich Andreyev
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page 152 of 360 (42%)
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"Of course, you did not call me here, Haggart; of course, you didn't. But when the fire was started, I thought: 'Now it will light the way for me to walk. Now I will not stumble.' And I went. Your friends will not be offended, Haggart, if I will ask them to step aside for awhile? I have something to tell you, Gart. Of course, I should have done that before, I understand, Gart; but I only just recalled it now. It was so light to walk!" Haggart says sternly: "Step aside, Flerio, and you all--step aside with him." They all step aside. "What is it that you have recalled, Mariet? Speak! I am going away forever from your mournful land, where one dreams such painful dreams, where even the rocks dream of sorrow. And I have forgotten everything." Gently and submissively, seeking protection and kindness, the woman presses close to his hand. "O, Haggart! O, my dear Haggart! They are not offended because I asked them so rudely to step aside, are they? O, my dear Haggart! The galloons of your uniform scratched my cheek, but it is so pleasant. Do you know, I never liked it when you wore the clothes of our fishermen --it was not becoming to you, Haggart. But I am talking nonsense, and you are getting angry, Gart. Forgive me!" |
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