Автор: 63boots
Дата: 11-11-07 03:04
As she recounted, I thought about where my unfortunate father was. Learning that the murderer had received his due punishment at first put my fears to rest. And revenge lent me a feeling of comfort and justice. At that instant, I wondered intensely whether my now-dead father could experience this feeling; suddenly, it seemed to me that the entire world was like a palace with countless rooms whose doors opened into one another. We were able to pass from one room to the next only by exercising our memories and imaginations, but most of us, in our laziness, rarely exercised these capacities, and forever remained in the same room.
“Don’t cry, my dear,” said Esther. “You see, in the end everything has turned out fine.”
I gave her four gold coins. She took them, one at a time, into her mouth and bit down upon them crudely with eagerness and longing.
“Coins counterfeited by the Venetians are everywhere,” she said, smiling.
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