The Crushed Flower and Other Stories by Leonid Nikolayevich Andreyev
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She burst into such ringing laughter as though she were really only
seventeen years old. "I did not know you, either. Are you, too, a human being? How strange and how beautiful it is--a human being!" That which I am writing happened long ago, and those who are sleeping now in the sleep of grey life and who die without awakening-- those will not believe me: in those days there was no such thing as time. The sun was rising and setting, and the hand was moving around the dial--but time did not exist. And many other great and wonderful things happened in those days.... And those who are sleeping now the sleep of this grey life and who die without awakening, will not believe me. "I must go," said I. "Wait, I will give you something to eat. You haven't eaten anything to-day. See how sensible I am: I shall go to-morrow. I shall give the children away and find you." "Comrade," said I. "Yes, comrade." Through the open windows came the breath of the fields, and silence, and from time to time, the cheerful strokes of the axe, and I sat by the table and looked and listened, and everything was so mysteriously new that I felt like laughing. I looked at the walls and they seemed to me to be transparent. As if embracing all eternity with one glance, |
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