Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Two

The Toby couple's trip to Europe was a series of journeys filled with the joy of victory.When he performed in front of the Patronus statue in London, the crowds in Oxford Circus were frantic for a glimpse of Toby and Jill.Metropolitan Police have cordoned off Argyll Street.When the crowd was out of control, the cavalry police were quickly dispatched to assist.The clock strikes eight, the royal family arrives, and the show begins. Toby was nothing short of amazing.His face glowed with that innocent brilliance, and he satirized the British government and its bunch of old-fashioned and self-satisfied curiosities with humor.He said, the United Kingdom is not as good as Uganda.If you change to a better country, then this kind of thing will not happen.People laughed because they knew that Toby Temple was telling a joke and he didn't mean anything.Toby loved them.

They also love Toby. The reception in Paris was even more enthusiastic.Toby and Jill visit the President's mansion and tour the city in a limousine.There are pictures of them on the front page of newspapers every day.On their way to the theatre, the president sent police officers to maintain law and order.One day after Toby's performance, when people were escorting him and Jill to the car, the crowd suddenly broke through the cordon, and hundreds of French people rushed in front of them, shouting: "Toby, Toby...we want to Bee!" They scrambled for pens and autograph pads, and pressed forward to chat with the great Toby and the great Jill.The police can't stop them.People pushed the police aside, they even tore Toby's clothes for a little remembrance.Toby and Jill are almost crushed to death.But Jill is undaunted.The uproar showed the tribute to Toby, and it was for these people that she had performed such a feat—bringing Toby back to them.

The last stop is Moscow. Moscow in June is the loveliest city in the world. The yellow flower beds are neatly arranged on both sides of the spacious streets, and the beautiful little white birches and linden trees are covered with thick green branches and leaves, lush and lush, like an endless ocean.Residents and tourists walk in the sunshine in groups of three or four. This is the season for tourism.However, except for official visits, all tourists who come to Russia are received by international travel agencies.The latter is a state agency that arranges transport, accommodation and guided tours.But when Toby and Jill arrived at Sheremetyevo International Airport, a limousine was waiting for them to take them to the Metropolitan Hotel, which usually receives dignitaries from satellite states.Large suites are piled high with the capital's vodka and black caviar.

General Yuri Romanovich, a senior party official, came to the hotel and welcomed him: "Mr. Temple, our country does not show many films from your country, but we are familiar with you, and your films are often shown here. The Russian people believe that genius transcends all boundaries." Toby is set to play three performances at the Bolshoi Theatre.On the opening night of the performance, Jill was also cheered along.Due to language barriers, Toby mainly used pantomime to perform, and the audience was amazed.He babbled in impostor Russian, and the huge theater filled with applause and laughter, like a blessing of love.

In the next two days, General Romanovich accompanied Toby and Jill on a sightseeing tour.They went to Gorky Park, took a giant ride, visited historical sites, they went to the Moscow State Circus, and went to the Aragvi Hotel for a reception banquet where they ate golden caviar, eight types of caviar They also ate cold platters, which, according to the recipe, meant "snacks," and meat pies, which were puff pastry on the outside and delicious liver or fish stuffing on the inside.For dessert at the restaurant they had the apple panna cotta with apricot jam which was delicious and unbelievable.

Continue sightseeing.They go to the Pushkin Museum of Art, Lenin's Mausoleum and Children's World - Moscow's attractive children's store. They were also taken to places that were closed to most Russians.Granovsky Avenue, the street is crowded with chauffeur-driven cars of senior officials.There is a very ordinary-looking gate in the street, which is marked "Special Pass Office".They were taken in.High-end foods imported from all over the world are available here.This is the shop where the Soviet authorities, the Russian nobility and the privileged class shopped. They went again to a luxurious villa where, for the privileged, foreign films could be watched in a secret screening room.Here's an interesting inside story about the people's state.

On the afternoon of Toby's last show, the Templers were going out to do some shopping.Toby said, "Will you go alone, baby? I thought I'd have to sleep." She studied him for a moment. "Are you feeling well?" "Great, I'm just a little tired. Go and buy all of Moscow." Jill hesitated.Toby looked pale.After this tour is over, she must pay attention to let Toby take a good rest for a while, and then start filming a new TV series. "Okay," she agreed, "get some sleep." As Jill walked across the hall toward the exit, she heard a man's voice: "Josephine." As she turned her head, she knew who it was.In an instant, the miracle happened again.

David Kennevan came up to her, smiled and said, "It's good to see you." At that moment, she felt her heart stop beating.He's the only one who can make me like this, Jill thought. "Can you have a drink with me?" David asked. "Okay," she said. The bar room of the hotel was large and crowded, but they finally found a relatively quiet table in the corner where they could sit down and talk. "What are you doing in Moscow?" Jill asked. "The government invited me. We're trying to negotiate an oil deal." An impatient waiter lolled over and took their wine order.

"How is Sasse?" David looked at her for a moment, then said, "We divorced a few years ago." He changed the subject deliberately, "I've been following everything about you. I've been a Toby fan since I was a kid." For some reason, this It sounds like Toby is old. "I'm so glad he's recovered. I missed you when I read in the papers that he'd had a stroke." There was that look in his eyes that Jill still remembers, a plea, a need. "I think Toby is great in Hollywood and in London," David went on. "Have you been there yet?" Jill asked in surprise.

"Yes," then, he added quickly, "I'm there on a bit of business." "Why don't you come backstage?" He hesitated: "I don't want to bother you. I don't know if you want to see me." The wine arrived, in chunky thick glasses. "Well, here's to you and Toby!" said David.There is such a sentiment in the words, a potential sadness, a fervent desire... "Have you been staying at the Metropolitan Hotel?" "No. In fact, it took me a terrible time to..." It was too late for him to change his words.He smiled wryly: "I knew you would be there. I was supposed to leave Moscow five days ago. I've been waiting, hoping to meet you."

"Why, David?" It took him a while to say, "It's too late now. But anyway, I want to tell you, because I think you have a right to know." So he told her about his marriage to Sasse, how she had cheated on him, how she had attempted suicide, why he had left Jill waiting by the lake that night.He poured out his grievances with affection.Jill was overwhelmed. "I've always loved you." She sat there and listened.A wave of happiness flowed through her like wine.It's like a dream is about to become a reality.You know, this is exactly what Jill dreams about day and night, has been waiting for a long time, and has everything in his heart.Jill looked at the man sitting across from her. She remembered that he had held her tightly in his arms with his strong hands, demanding her body. At this moment, she felt an inner urge. .However, Toby has become a part of her life, he is the flesh of her body, and David... Then a voice came from beside her, "Mrs. Temple! We are looking for you everywhere!" It was General Romanovitch. Jill looked at David: "Call me tomorrow morning." Toby's last performance at the Bolshoi Theater was unprecedentedly exciting.The audience threw flowers at him, cheered and stamped their feet, and refused to leave for a long time.It was the aptly fitting culmination of Toby's triumph.After the show, a large banquet is scheduled.But Toby said to Jill, "I'm exhausted, Goddess. Why don't you go to the party by yourself? I'm going back to the hotel and lie down." Jill went to the banquet alone.David seemed to be by her side all the time.She talked and danced with her hosts, thanked them for their compliments, but her meeting with David was always on her mind. "I was really married to the wrong one. Sasse has divorced me. There is never a day when I don't love you." At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Jill was escorted to the door of the hotel.She went in and found Toby lying on the floor in the middle of the room, unconscious, with his right hand reaching for the phone. Toby Temple was taken by an emergency ambulance to the Foreign Service General Hospital at 3 Sverchikov Street.Three first-class experts came to see the doctor late at night, and everyone expressed deep sympathy for Jill.The director of the hospital accompanied her to a private office where she waited for news.It was all over again, Jill thought.All this has happened before.But this time there's a vague, unreal... A few hours later, the office door opened, and a stocky Russian waddled in.He looked like a frustrated security guard in his ill-fitting clothing. "I am Dr. Durov," he said, "and I am in charge of your husband's illness." "I wonder how he is now?" "Sit down, Mrs. Temple." Without realizing it, Jill stood up by herself. "tell me!" "Your husband suffered from a stroke, medically speaking, it was caused by a blood clot in the brain." "is it serious?" "It's the most—how should I put it—it's still very serious and dangerous. If your husband is rescued—of course, it's hard to say now—he won't be able to speak or walk. He knows it well. But, it's completely paralyzed." Before Jill left Moscow, David called her. "I can't tell you how sorry I am," he said. "I want to be by your side. Whenever you need me, I will come, and you must remember." The return journey was an embarrassing reenactment.There were hospital stretchers in the plane, the ambulance drove straight home from the airport, and then a ward was opened. What was a little different this time, though, was that as soon as Jill allowed Toby to see her, she fully understood that his heart was still beating, that his major organs were still alive, that he was alive in every way, and yet no.It should be said that he was just a corpse with breathing and pulse, a dead man in an oxygen mask.The needles and needles inserted in his body are like catheters, and various fluids are injected to maintain his vitality.His face was completely distorted, and his nose and eyes were particularly unsightly.The lips are turned, exposing the gums.The whole face looks like it's always smiling. "I'm afraid I can't give you much hope," the Russian doctor had said to her. That was a few weeks ago.They are now back at their home in Bel Air.As soon as Jill got home, she called Dr. Kaplan.Dr. Kaplan called in some more specialists.These experts brought in more experts.The answer was exactly the same: a severe cerebrovascular injury—a severe stroke that devastates the central nervous system.The chances of recovery are very slim. Nurses took turns watching over him day and night, and a physiotherapist came to treat Toby, but it was all for show. The subject of this comprehensive treatment is completely grotesque.Toby's skin was all yellow; his hair fell out in large pieces; his paralyzed limbs shrank and his skin completely sagged.There was always that uncontrollable weird smile on his face.He was hideous, a horrible skeleton. But his eyes were still alive, and how alive.His eyes were still glowing.It was a spiritual force imprisoned by a crippled body, and it articulated his frustration.Whenever Jill walked through his room, Toby's eyes followed her hungrily, frantically, begging her.for what?To beg her to make him walk again?Can talk again?Make him a perfect man again? She used to stare down at him, quietly, and think, "A part of me is already lying in that bed, imprisoned, suffering." They were already one.She was willing to do whatever it took to save Toby, to save herself.But she knew there was nothing she could do this time.This time it really won't work. The telephone rang incessantly, a repetition of all other calls, of all sympathetic language. But there is one call that is different.David Kennevan's phone call: "I just want you to know that anything I can do—anything—I'm at your beck and call." Jill thought of him, tall and strong and suave; she thought of the ugly monster in the next room. "Thank you David, I really appreciate it. Nothing. Not yet." "We have some doctors in Houston," he said, "the best doctors in the world. I can fly them over to see him." Jill felt her throat constrict.Oh, how she wanted David to come and see her, and take her away from this place!But she can't.She was bonded to Toby, and she knew she could never leave him. Can never leave, as long as he is alive. Dr. Kaplan has examined Toby.Jill was waiting in the study.She turned to look at him when he walked through the door.He made an awkward attempt at humor, "Well, Jill, I have good news and bad news." "Let's start with the bad news." "I am afraid Toby's nervous system has been too damaged to recover, there is no doubt about it. There is no chance of recovery this time. He will never walk or talk again." She stared at him for a long moment, then said, "What's the good news?" Dr. Kaplan smiled slightly: "Toby's heart is amazingly strong. With proper care, he can live another twenty years." Jill looked at him in disbelief.twenty years.That's great news.The thought of being chained by the hideous monster upstairs threw her into an inescapable nightmare.She could never divorce Toby, not as long as he lived.If she forgot him now, everyone would think she was treacherous, everyone would think Toby had been cheated, even David Kennivan. David calls every day now.His constant praise of her loyalty and selflessness was admirable, but they were both aware of a deep, latent flow of love flowing between them. What can't be said is that after Toby's death.

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