Варвара Комиссарова

I say to myself, when I am well out of that thicket of argument, that they are surely there, the divine people, for only we who have neither simplicity nor wisdom have denied them, and the simple of all times and the wise men of ancient times have seen them and even spoken to them. They live out their passionate lives not far off, as I think, and we shall be among them when we die if we but keep our natures simple and passionate. May it not even be that death shall unite us to all romance, and that some day we shall fight dragons among blue hills... That was their secret, only theirs, alone in the hiding twilight and there was none to know or tell save the little bat that flew so softly through the evening to and fro and little bats don't tell. Do you have a problem with that? (Imai-san ©) Ni! A little less conversation - a little more action The rest is silence... Я прозревал, глупея с каждым днем, Я прозевал домашние интриги. Не нравился мне век и люди в нем Не нравились. И я зарылся в книги. Забыть? - забвенья не дал бог; Любить? - не доставало чувства.