"His condition is getting worse and we can't do anything to help him. Last night, he wouldn't stop coughing. Yes, we called a doctor. But alas, the medicine didn't help him." Standing opposite the door to the room that had already become a refuge for the boy named Gaspard, Adelard and Nicholas could hear his heavy breathing. And with each passing second, Gaspard was closer to death.
"Do you think he's dying?" Adelard asked. And then Mathilde came out of the room and they both took a step forward to look in and see the sick man. But Mathilde closed the room too quickly and stared fearfully at the floor. As if she had seen death itself, she could not raise her eyes for fear of seeing something dreadful. But Adelard's question made her speak.
"What is it?"
"Monsieur, look," she whispered, trying to hold back her tears. Holding the basin with the towel, which had drops of blood on it, she let out a few drops of tears. "He's coughing up blood. Monsi
Once back in the carriage, he saw that Jean had fallen asleep, resting his head on the seat."Jean, wake up," Adelard whispered, lifting him by the shoulders. "Can you hear me?""Adelard dear, you are a very kind man. But why are you never kind to me? I woke up early this morning.""I did kiss that girl I was talking about. I mean, it was she who kissed me. I spent the evening at her house. We drank tea and talked. And then she kissed me. But why am I not happy? Why am I sad? It's love. I'm supposed to be happy, right?"Jean, putting his head on his shoulder continued to be half - awake. "You just miss her. This is the simple stage of love. First, you fall in love. Then miss her. Then you act and in the end there is a marriage. And marriage means the end of the story.""After what you say, I'm always scared. What reality do you live in?""In real reality." Hugging Adelard tightly, Jean tucked his nose into
"Doctor, do everything you can to save him. Do everything possible and impossible. If it's a matter of money, I'm willing to pay anything, but the most important thing is that he lives." Adelard was almost on his knees and continued to hold Gaspard's hand as if he were his own brother or something. But no, he was just a stranger, just a man who lived out his days on the streets, without a single hope of home or happiness.In the light of only two candles, all stood in silence. No one dared to say anything at the moment when Adelard was almost on his knees begging the doctor for help. And no one could understand the kindness that was in Adelard's heart. No one could understand his motives for helping a complete stranger. Even Nicholas could not understand him. Because of this, everyone in the room was speechless. Slowly closing his eyes, Gaspard smiled for the last time and then escaped from reality. But it was only a sleep in the arms of fate."Is he dead?"
A kind person is always a little lost in this world. A kind person is always a little childish. And the greatest danger of a kind person is that such a person is not afraid of anything. He sees good in dangerous people, in troubles he sees only tricks of fate, which can be easily solved, if you just smile and love life even more. Adelard, a shining example of the kindest man who has ever walked this earth. And as is always the case, there are always evil people walking around such a man. But evil is always good at hiding.Holding on to the hand that led him only forward, he had already made a vow that he would never let go of this person who had become his light in life. The whole town kept talking and arguing about something, but Adelard simply walked, seeing the back of her head, the small shoulders, the thin waist, the fragile but strong arms in front of him. The sky still held the voice of smoke, but in places, you could see stars."What are you thinking abou
"What right did he have to do that? It's not like we're obligated to buy his fat. It's not logical! I can't believe there was something awful behind his smile all this time! I can't believe it!" Jean shouted these words, waving his arms and kicking rocks around. "I can't believe it! And how could we trust him! More accurately, it's my fault. It's my fault for making a contract with him without your permission. I should have told you and then I would have known that our supplier was still your Lucy. It was my mistake. I'm sorry."Still smelling smoke from the fire, Adelard sat in his chair and twirled a coin in his hand. He didn't say anything, he just stared at the silver coin. "The gendarmes arrested them all. They made me an interrogation of course. But I told them everything. Now, Louis and his sons will get what they deserve. That's right! They deserve it! I'll even make sure they're locked up behind bars for a few years. I'll make sure they spend the rest of their
Monsieur Louis, sitting in the very center of the stone room looked dejected. His old face bore all shades of sadness. His wrinkled hands trembled and tried to soothe each other. His face, distorted by old age, was the same as the stone wall, which was moldy in places. The marks of time were too deep.Adelard's heart ached at the sight of the suffering that was his fault. It was hard for him to look at an overly old man who suddenly found himself behind bars. And yet freedom was in his blood. Perhaps Adelard thought too loudly, for Monsieur Louis looked up and froze.In a matter of seconds, all the colors of hatred appeared on his face. He saw his worst enemy."Sit down and don't move! One move and you'll spend another ten years in here!" the gendarme shouted, hitting the bars with his stick."Please don't do that," Adelard said quietly. "Can I talk to him?""If I leave you here, I think they'll all just break the bars
"I came to see you," he said, convinced that she was the most beautiful thing in the world.Celeste, holding a basket of dirty laundry, looked too tired again. This only brought terrible pain to Adelard's heart."Why do you keep washing other people's things? You know you can use everything I have, don't you? Why do you go on living like this? You're my fiancée. I don't want you to live like that.""Adelard, I'm not used to it. I'm used to earning money by my own labor. And I don't think I'll ever get used to having you in my life. I love you very much, though.""Let's go home," Adelard said, snatching the heavy basket from her hands.A thin door that could break at any minute closed, leaving the whole world behind. In the dark room, where it was still winter itself, Adelard threw the basket to the floor and hugged Celeste sharply. In his arms, she seemed to disappear. Those arms were a fortress, a wall, wings.&
"Tell me everything. And don't try to hide the fact that you're not a boy anymore!" Jean said as soon as Adelard entered the house.Adelard didn't want to talk at all, and in fact, he came to this little house for one reason only. And that was to see Jean's wife, of whom he had spoken so little. Perhaps this was the first time Adelard had ever felt such curiosity about someone else's life. And the thought seemed to him too shameful and full of sin.This was noticed by Jean, who was already sitting next to him. Too close, too serious and impatient."Adelard! Tell me, did it happen?"In the cozy living room, where there were many flowers and small chairs and a white grand piano in the very center, Adelard clutched the fingers of his hands. There was a sly smile on his face. Such a smile only comes from someone who is up to something or who has stolen something.Jean, in a black robe and with wet hair, looked greedily int
The next morning, Adelard awoke to a strange noise. But he didn't have the strength to open his eyes and leave his bed; instead of curiosity, he chose sleep. But his sleep could not last, for the noise was louder and stronger. Grabbing his robe, he headed down the stairs."Nicholas, what's going on?""I don't know. They're probably talking about you again. I'm going to go check it out, but you stay inside.""Today, I'm supposed to be at a theater opening. So I'll be home late tonight," Adelard said, stopping Nicholas. "Wait, how did I end up here? I remember falling asleep on Jean's couch.""At three o'clock in the morning, Jean brought you in his arms. You were sleeping so soundly that I thought you had been given sleeping pills.""I slept so soundly?!" Adelard asked, remembering the reason for such relaxation."You're smiling. Is there something interesting going on?" Nicholas asked, knowing him too well
The gratitude for everyone who contributed to his life was too strong for Adelard to ever say, "I'll never trust people again." No, he remained the same. And even then, when a new life met him and even when he opened the book about his life.It was a heavy book, like his life, with his face on the cover. It was a book that kept everything about his family and about him. It was also a history of humanity. More precisely, human nature. Namely, the nature of person, who always wants to destroy the kindness, to insult and make suffer the one who is willing to do anything for the good of others. This book is not only about a person who was able to remain human after all that people have done, but it is about the fact that people are still not ready for kindness.They are not ready for generosity, because once you give something to them, they immediately become greedy and don't appreciate it at all, until they lose it all. They are not ready for understanding. Af
Time passed quickly as Adelard watched his son run through the places where he himself had once run and played as well. He saw himself in him and the happiness was too strong to remember all the pain and anger. No, his heart had always remained pure, without resentment or hatred. And it was his strength that created wings on his back that could never break. A heart without resentment is wings.When evening finally came, Adelard entered the house and stopped in front of a picture of his parents. "Mom, Dad, thank you," he whispered and heard Percival's voice, "How do I look?" He was wearing a new white suit that perfectly described his new start in life. It was perfect to be true.But people brought the truth with them and when everyone he knew was gathered in the house, Adelard walked up to Percival and said to him alone, "White suits you very well."Then, returning his gaze and attention to his guests, who stood with sad faces, Adelard said lou
After suffering, one ceases to feel guilty about what happened and is happening. After tears, scars remain on the face that no longer want to hurt. Sometimes it seems that a person has to go through everything and experience everything in order to eventually understand their own truth. It is only when a person has experienced everything that life begins. But sometimes, there are those in life who choose the path of the beholder. And often, trials and sufferings fall on the shoulders of the most sincere and kind people. While the audience continues to watch and applaud when they deem it right.This time, the audience, that is, the society decided that Adelard deserved respect and everyone, putting on their masks again, began to smile at him. Everything was back to normal. The same streets with flowers, the same faces and smiles. And the words, "Monsieur Adelard, how are you? I'm so happy you're all right."They said it again and again and as Adelard walked p
"Why did you kill Celeste?""I didn't kill her.""But you had the gun in your hands.""Yes. But I didn't kill her.""Monsieur Jean, do you hear me? Do you understand what I'm saying?""I'm sorry, but I have to go. I don't have time to be here with you.""You can't avoid what has happened and continues to happen. If you're playing, that's enough. Don't take up my time."Jean, feeling the pain in his hands, looked at his palms, which were covered in blood. He remembered nothing, he knew nothing. And with each second, it was hard for him to know who he was. With every second, he was losing himself. And as he lost himself, he became smaller. His shoulders slumped and he simply began to sink into the iron chair, which seemed like ice."Jean, you killed Celeste, and also wounded your friend. Also, you forged his signature on all the documents. You stole everything from him. I knew there
The past always walks behind a person. The past is always ready to replace the present and the future. The past is too strong and demands everything from a person. And sometimes, people just give up on the future for the sake of always remembering. Memory plays very important role in a person's destiny. Every object, every street of the city and music, everything around is a reflection of memory. Every detail of this world holds the memory of every human being. Just look at the tree, which seems to be very ordinary, but it may be that someone is associated with this tree almost his entire life. Or look at a house, a book, a letter, a painting, and you realize that someone has left his or her entire life in these objects. In the outline of flowers lovers leave their best memories, on the surface of the moon people leave their best dreams and hopes, which after a few years become a memory. Memory is everywhere. The past wants all the attention it can get. That's what happened to Adela
As he finished the book that had been the longest in his life, Percival wrote the last sentence and with his hand up, he closed his eyes and felt the moment as great as victory itself. He felt victorious. His heart was beating too fast. Because this feeling was stronger than falling in love. This feeling was stronger and more important than love. When he opened his eyes, he looked out the window, at the people passing by and at the sea that glistened far away and then, he looked at his papers. He had finished another of his books. But this book was different from the others. For each page held only one name - Adelard. Yes, he did write a book about him. It was his biography. From his childhood to his betrayal. All these three years he had worked on only one book. Every day of those three years he studied the town, the people and the history. He listened to people talk, he asked them about Adelard. He went to the library and read a lot. But he only had time at night. And so, for all
When Armand was already far into the woods, Adelard continued to stare in his wake until he sensed the passage of time. And yet in those three years, Adelard had changed too. He was already thirty-four and soon to be thirty-five. But his appearance hadn't changed in any way. What had changed was himself. Finally, he became a little more attentive to people. He understood the world and saw too many dangers. And all for the sake of keeping Armand safe. And every time the child left him alone, he felt weak from anxiety. He was afraid that Armand would let people hurt his heart too soon. That fear was the only feeling while Percival was not around. But with him, Adelard forgot everything. After all, the key to his world had long been in Percival's hands. While the key to Armand's world was in his hands.The thought of Armand growing up and beginning to understand everything frightened Adelard. But what could he do? Just keep working, make money, and keep making soap. Yes, h
Looking out the window, Adelard remembered Nicholas. Perhaps by chance, not so far away, somewhere on the steppe, Nicholas looked out the window and smiled. And so, the night with all the stars and the moon came to tell tales and remind everyone of dreams. Only now immersed in memories did Adelard remember everything. And again pain and sadness took their place in a heart that was just healing. But how quickly the heart can remember pain and break again. At times it seems that the heart only lives by pain and sadness, because how quickly it can forget the good things and absorb all the unpleasant feelings. After all, even love, also a kind of pain. And why does a person even remember everything? Isn't it always to feel pain? But what would be if a person remembered nothing and started each day anew? What would the heart do then? But the strangest thing in this world is that when the heart is sad, nature responds with sadness too. The sun turns to rain and it gets dark around you. Th
Adelard spent the next few hours by just contemplating the nature. He liked to look out the window of the train, just like when he was a child. He was flying through empty steppes, through forest, tunnel, and past mountainous terrain. His gaze clung to the Sun, which slowly let the Moon take its place. His attempts to stop time were naive, but still he continued to stare at the sun until the train finally stopped. Night had not yet fallen. There was a pleasant sunset all around and so, Adelard was happy. For he could clearly see Percival's face. Quickly leaving the train, he ran towards the town. He didn't even pay attention to the fact that the memories, like little birds, were trying to draw his attention to themselves. He didn't care that this was where he was born. He didn't care that every corner reminded him of something. After all, he had long since noticed a tall figure near the tree."Percival!""Adelard come. Hurry!""Where are