Bab 6: Foliage
The park was full of naked trees and dancing leaves. They were dancing under the melody
made by wind and drops of the rain. In one of the trees there was only one little leaf left. The
leaf was rippling as if it couldn't make up its mind to leave the dear tree. But suddenly it
bravely came off the tree and flew away with the other leaves. The leaf was flying and
dancing with his friends and didn't want to reach the ground, when suddenly it heard a sweet
voice, tender as a spring breeze but loud as a sea thunder. The voice was reading a poem
and the leaf tried to find the author. It flew all over the park and finally found Maestro and his
Lady sitting on a bench. Maestro held a cup of hot tea, and his messy hair was fluttering with
the wind. Autumn Lady was sitting leaning on his shoulder. She had a thick book in her
hands, and her slender fingers with long gentle nails closed the letters printed on the book.
"Of course," thought the leaf, "how did I not guess". The leaf switled over the bench, slightly
fell down onto the Lady's knees and started to follow her carefully.
- Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us.
It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms
farther. . . . And then one fine morning. . . .
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
She carelessly closed the book and lifted up her wet eyes.
- Do you agree with that?
- With what? - asked Maestro.
- The idea, that we can never get rid of our past ...
- No, of course no. Darling, we can get rid of not only the past, but even the present, we
just need to have a strong wish - he said with that dearest and wise smile.
The Autumn Lady was now satisfied, and noticed a little bleedy gold leaf vividly seen on her
black skirt.
- Oh, look, what a nice leaf! I shall keep it in this book.
- Why?
- To put it together with the other's.
- Others? You have more of them?
- Yes, I do! That's my kind of hobby. I keep some beautiful flowers, leaves and even stones.
- Well, that's a strange thing to do.
- Preferring films to books, that is something really strange, and this is just fun - she said
standing up and tying her coat - come on, I am frozen, let's go home.
She stretched her hand to him holding the book with the leaf inside in the other. He took her hand and they both disappeared in the dance of foliage under the melody of the wind.
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