"What is your name again?"
Amidst the dust and money, there were only two of them in the office that belonged to Adelard. Though Percival had never seen the place, he still felt that the walls and the whole building were very tired. He sensed evil everywhere. And for the first time, he divided the world into good and evil. But there was no way it could have been. After all, what explanation could be given for what was in the eyes of a man who was too tired to raise his head and face it bravely. Through the rays of the sun, which could barely penetrate the dust, Percival looked at Jean and tried to calm himself. So he asked, "Monsieur, are you unwell?"
Covering his face from the sun with a newspaper and not knowing where to find the strength to get up and close the window, Jean replied, "Yes. I have a bad headache."
"What's wrong?" This question made Jean look up. But he could not bear the gaze of Percival, who stared at him from the depths of h
Sitting in the very corner of the room, in front of the cauldrons and workers who continued to brew soap, Percival took a deep breath and suddenly remembered the smell of Adelard's hair. And yet his hair still held the scent of that factory. Thinking about it, Percival felt hatred and a desire for revenge. His gaze slid from one object to another and so on until he saw Jean.Jean, even after all this time, continued to be what he had always been. His playful eyes always glittered with greed and all sorts of desires. He embodied humanity itself. Yes, people always hide greed and desire within themselves. Sometimes it seems as if person is alive only because of greed and desire.Standing in front of everyone, in his brown suit, Jean smiled and said something to the young man. And maybe Percival was looking too closely, because Jean felt his gaze and waved. Percival smiled too, and showed him the soap that was ready for sale. Jean made an approving gesture
The sound of rain began to whisper again. That whisper held Adelard's voice. Listening to his voice, Percival went to the window and breathed in the cold air. But the longer he stood looking out at the town, the faster he began to fall asleep. As if by magic, he began to hear the sounds of the sea. The waves were taking him with them, to where Adelard was sitting by the window, also watching the rain. The waves of the sea were between them and the walls between good and evil. Feeling the softness of his pillow and the warmth of his blanket, Percival closed his eyes and through his closed eyelids saw a glimpse of lightning. This rain was still telling the story.About the mother who left her child to find a better life in the midst of her old life. About the man who was left alone in this world, with a child and a broken heart. The rain reminded him of these two people who never stopped being in his thoughts. The meditation turned into a stream of dreams that lasted as lon
They were all walking down a path, right in the woods, where there were too many birds and squirrels running around. The symphony of nature was as mesmerizing as ever, taking away all the anxiety and worry. And even every sound of a broken branch was full of mystery and something beautiful. It was as if something magical lived in the forest itself, something reminiscent of childhood. Adelard, with his hands in his pockets, moving lightly and slowly, looked up at the clear sky. And Armand, too, in Tilda's arms, was looking up at the sky."He's so small, but so smart. What is that look? It's like he can think," Tilda said, studying every shade of his eyes, which changed every time something moved around."Adelard, you know the baby needs a mother, don't you? Aren't you thinking of getting married?" Helena asked, grabbing his hand.But he didn't even move, didn't even smile or flinch. And most importantly, he didn't even notice the beauty that was
On the other side of the earth, not so far away and not so close, with thoughts and worries, Percival continued packing soaps. His hands were already accustomed to certain movements and so, he could continue working while his eyes watched Jean. As Percival entered the factory, Jean visibly revived and began to walk among the workers frequently. The expression on his face visibly changed, and every time he looked at Percival, he smiled broadly, so much so that his eyes closed. Percival, on the other hand, smiled back, but he himself imagined how justice would visit this man's life.Tonight, working late into the evening, all the men were too tired to notice the rain and Jean's merry jokes. In the dim light, everyone looked at the clock every second and then their gaze stopped on Jean. In doing so, each of them thought of Adelard. But what could they do? They kept quiet as long as they were paid, they endured as long as they were fed. But even if the soap sold well, even
For the next two hours, Percival watched the play and everyone. He despised their laughter and fun. The play wasn't funny or sad, but they were still doing what everyone else was doing. With hunger for everything that was around them, people themselves didn't know what they wanted. But you could see the madness in everyone's eyes. None of them thought, none of them cared about the other person's feelings. They lived only to destroy the kindness in their way. And it is true, the goal of humanity, is to neglect the kindness and destroy it as soon as possible. But why? After all, why is it so good to be so cruel and deceitful and without a single thought? And the good thing about it is that it is an easy life. It's easy, after all, to live without thinking about one's actions, to live without thinking about the feelings of others and without any responsibility, to live with a false smile while one can manage to hide behind a mask. It's a perfectly easy life. And sometimes, people alway
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
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
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
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