Chapter 9 Ⅲ-2

11 In the sleepy village, where noon is as still as sunny midnight, my vacation is over. All morning, my little girl of four years followed me from room to room; she watched me pack in stern silence; at last, tired, she sat down against the doorpost, But surprisingly silent, she muttered to herself: "Daddy must not go!" It was lunch time, and drowsiness came over her as usual, but her mother had forgotten her, and the child was so unhappy that she didn't want to utter a word of complaint. Finally, when I opened my arms to say goodbye to her, she didn't move, just looked at me sadly and said, "Daddy, you must not go!"

This sentence made me laugh out of tears, and reminded me of how this young child dared to challenge this spoiled world that was forced to make ends meet. The tactics she relied on were just these few words: "Dad, you must not go!" 12 Enjoy your holiday to the fullest, my boy; here are the blue skies, and the open fields, and the barns, and the ruined temples under the old tamarind trees. My holiday is enjoyed only through your holiday, I look for the light in the dance of your eyes, the music in your tumultuous cries. To you what autumn offers is true holiday freedom; to me it offers only a hindrance to work, for behold!You broke into my room.

Seriously, my vacation was a time of unlimited freedom to let love come and harass me. 13 At dusk my young daughter heard her companions calling to her from under the window sill. She groped timidly down the dark stairs, holding up a lamp in front of which was covered with her veil. I was sitting on the terrace on a starry March night when suddenly I heard a cry and ran to check. Her lamp fell on the dark spiral staircase and was long gone; I asked her, "Why were you crying, child?" She replied painfully from below: "Dad, I lost myself!" When I returned to the terrace and sat under the starry night sky of March, I gazed at the heavens where it seemed that a child was walking, hiding lamp after lamp with veil after veil.

If the light of these lights were to go out, she would stop suddenly, and a cry would follow through the sky: "Daddy, I lost myself!" 14 Dusk hangs bewildered among the streetlights, its gold tainted by the dust of the city. A richly dressed woman leans on a balcony, a flickering flame waiting for its moths. Suddenly, a vortex rolled up on the road, surrounding a street urchin who was crushed to death by a wheel; the woman on the balcony, collapsed in a scream of pain, felt with grief the person sitting in the heart of the world. The mourning of a mother in white in a shrine.

15 How could I forget that scene on the heath--a girl sitting alone on the grass in front of the gypsy tent, braiding her hair in the afternoon shade. Her puppy jumped and barked at her restless hands, as if her busyness was worthless. She berates the puppy, calls it "a nuisance," and claims she's tired of his endless silliness, but it doesn't help. She stretched out a reproachful index finger and hit the puppy on the bridge of the nose, but this seemed to make it even more forgetful. Her face was terribly serious, and she warned the puppy that the end was coming; but in a moment, she took the puppy in her arms, laughed loudly, and pressed it to her breast, letting her show off. hair scattered.

17 Had this ragged countryman staggering home from the market-place; had he been suddenly elevated to the pinnacle of a distant age, the people might have dropped what they were doing, and would have rushed towards him with shouts of excitement. For instead of dismissing him as a farmer, they would find him full of mystery and the spirit of his age. Even his poverty and misery will be made great by being freed from the shallow humiliation of the real world; the crude things in his basket will acquire a pathetic dignity. 18 Accompanied by the morning light, he walked along a road shaded by a row of cedars;

He held in his hand the first letter from his newlywed wife from their hometown, begging him to come back to her, urging him to leave. As he walked, an invisible hand caressed him, and it made his heart ache; and it seemed that the cry of the letter sounded in the sky: "My dear, my dear, my sky is full of tears!" He asked himself in amazement: "How can I deserve her?" Suddenly the sun leaped over the blue hills; four girls came with light steps from the unknown shore, laughing loudly, followed by a barking dog. The two older girls couldn't help turning their heads away to hide their amused smiles when they saw his strange look of being out of their minds; while the two younger girls were laughing loudly, pushing each other and hugging each other happily ran away.

He stopped and bowed his head; then, feeling the letter in his hand, he unfolded it and read it again. 19 The day came when the gods of the temple were placed in splendid chariots and paraded around the holy city. The queen said to the king, "Let's go to the festival." The whole family, young and old, went to pay their respects, except for one, whose job was to harvest thatch stalks to make brooms for the emperor's palace. The steward said to him pityingly, "You can come with us." He lowered his head and said, "This is not okay." This man dwelt on the side of the road by which the king's retinue must pass.When the minister arrived here on an elephant, the minister shouted to him: "Come with us and see God sitting in the holy chariot!"

"How dare I seek God in the manner of a king," said the man. "How will you have the opportunity to meet God in the holy chariot again next time?" asked the minister. "Until God himself comes to my door," replied the man. The minister laughed loudly and said: "Fool! What do you say 'wait until God comes to your door!' Even a king has to go to see him!" "Who else visits the poor but God?" said the man. 20 Winter was over and the days were getting longer; in the sun my dog ​​played wildly with the fawn that was bred for pleasure.

The market-goers gathered on the edge of the fence, laughing and watching the pair of game partners, who were trying to express their love in completely unfamiliar words. The air is filled with the breath of spring, and the young green leaves are like flames and sparkle with blue light.There was a ray of light dancing in the little deer's black eyes, and suddenly she was disturbed, bending her neck to observe the movement of her own shadow, or pricking up her ears to listen to the whispers in the wind. In the shifting breeze, in the April sky full of rustling and twilight, the news of spring came.It sings the first pain of youth in the world; at this moment, the bud blooms into the first flower, and love leaves behind everything it has been familiar with, and looks forward to the strange and new content.

One afternoon, in the woods of Amlek, when the shadows were solemn and sweet with the gentle embrace of the sun, the fawn galloped like a shooting star loving death. Twilight gradually darkened.The house was brightly lit, the stars twinkled, and the night covered the field, but the deer never returned. My dog ​​whimpered and ran to me, his pitiful eyes were asking me questions, as if to say: "I don't understand!" But, who can understand?