• thatseaanimal 10w

    "The sad tale"

    Chapter 1.

    1906 09 29

    The house I started living just after i came here was stading behind woods. Nice summer house surrounded by aspens and firs, sleeping warmed by summer sun, nice refreshing river was located only couple steps away... Here, trying to recover I gave myself a promise to stay for the rest of summer...

    The very next day i stepped outside where lovely chair under shadow of aspens was waiting for me. I layed down heavily breathing... I got tired... I hardly could catch a breath...But just a moment later...wait!.. It became easier...So easy to breath again...So good!... I dont know if somebody can feel the smell of aspens as owner of tuberculosis. Maybe only a farmer after exhausting work day lying down on tough matress feels the same feeling... Despite that I had a book I was about to read, but i dropped it down, I layed down as little kid and spoiled myself smelling that smell. I wanted to take all that air to my lungs with one movement of my chest: fees them, hungry ones, thirsty for oxygen. But I was so weak, I did not have that strenght... I wass just resting and drinking that smell, drink it. My eyes were getting lost between the apex of the trees: I saw little squirrel leaping from the aspen to aspen, I heard invisible birds rustling and singing in different voices. And it was so calm, so peaceful. Even if I could not use my own legs, I could not climb the mountains, run around, I could not sing and shout as only human can, while being inside woods, but I was greatful about that what God gave me: healthy eyes and good ears. Somebody even did not have this...