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
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
From the beginning of ancient times, in a world covered by oceans and seas, in a world full of dreams, one person wandered, wandered from the very beginning, wandered in eternal search, in search of something beautiful.This certain creature was certainly not alone. This creature had two companions whose personalities we will learn a little later. And first, let's focus on this very person. And you can't call him person, most likely he is some kind of an idea, a concept, intangible beautiful. Centuries changed, people changed, thoughts changed, habits remained, hearts collapsed and were born again. This is a kind of cycle. Maybe magical, maybe even wonderful, but maybe not. But it is not for us to judge this. After all, the only unit that is able to judge, speak and repeat is love itself. Yes, it is the very love that has been wandering since the beginning of time. It is the only measure of virtue, perhaps even humanity.
"You are in a good state of mind today, Monsieur. I'm glad to see you like this," said Nicholas, smiling happily. Putting on his jacket, Adelard smiled back. Straightening strands of his long hair once more, he turned to Nicholas. "How many times have I told you not to address me so formally? How long have we known each other. You are just like a brother to me. So there is no need for this word Monsieur. Will it be convenient for you if I refer to you like this? Monsieur Nicholas, please bring me the morning paper. Monsieur Nicholas, please give me that bottle of cologne." "Okay. Stop that. I'm really uncomfortable," answered Nicholas slightly shaking him by the shoulders. "That's much better. The people around me already treat me like a king. They are always so polite. Since childhood, I have not seen a single emotion other than admiration and deceitful politeness."
The next day, Adelard was busy with the work of the factory from the very morning. Numerous documents, calculations of goods, profits, negotiations, all this was just a light veil that separated him from that very beautiful girl. Trying not to think about her, he tried to immerse himself in work, but today it was more difficult for him than ever. "Monsieur, what about Monsieur Jean? How to deal with him?" asked the young man in round glasses. Adelard directed his attention towards the young man in front of him. "Are you a new employee? You were sent to me to be my personal assistant, right? Remind me of your name?" "Theo. My name is Theo, Monsieur." "Theo," Adelard whispered and continued, "And so Theo, since you are my new assistant, then here is what you should do today." Getting up from his chair, he went to the door and closed it. Young Theo watched him intently. Approaching him, Ad
A summer evening, softly wrapped the city. The aroma of the rain was everywhere.Inhaling such an aroma, any person felt a little dizzy and tender nastolgiya of the distant childhood.Entering the restaurant, Adelard looked around.The aromas of various dishes and the smell of perfume made him a little intoxicated. The high ceiling was decorated with flowers and wood carvings, creating a feeling of home comfort. And only small round tables that were scattered everywhere and soft sofas reminded that this was a public place.Stepping onto the soft carpet, Adelard noticed the waiter that was running in his direction."Monsieur Jean is waiting for you in a separate room," the waiter said.Without saying anything, Adelard walked through the small crowd of beautiful women and men. Making a slight bow in front of everyone, without saying anything, he walked towards the wooden door at the end of the room.Feeling someone's hand on
After a sweet dream, Adelard opened his eyes and noticed that the transparent curtains on his windows looked very aesthetically pleasing. Previously, not noticing this kind of thing, he was so far from the art of aesthetics.As he watched the thin curtains with small flowers sway in the warm wind, he felt a surge of inspiration. Reaching out to the table by the bed, his hand took a pen and paper.Looking at how the wind plays with the curtains and how the sun's rays fall on the carpet, leaving lines right up to the door, for some reason he felt like a young poet before whom all the colors of this beautiful world were revealed.After writing a few lines, he looked thoughtfully at his reflection in the mirror. Thinking about something that was known only to his mind, he got up and went to the mirror.Standing upright in his night robe, he touched his chest where his heart was beating. With a slight sadness in his eyes, he slowly touched his
And so, all the following hot summer days and evenings, as well as nights, the venerable Adelard could not find a place for himself. Everything seemed to him so unreal, not natural, inanimate. Everything seemed even more feigned. What could have fluttered his untouched nerves before, now were nothing more than a phantom, a ghost of the future.The world appeared before him with all the mysterious colors that had previously been hidden from his beautiful eyes. Old Adelard was completely lost, he sacrificed him to get a little closer to love itself.“Monsieur, Madame Suzanne is here," Theo said, opening the door. But noticing that Adelard was holding a cigar in his hand and twisting it from side to side, he had to say it again."Let her come in."Opening the door with a sharp movement, an elderly woman exclaimed without ceremony, "Oh my dear!"Directing his sleepy eyes, Adelard, without any emotion on his face, sim
She stretched out along the board and, putting her hands behind her head, looked at Adelard. And every time she looked at him, he was preparing his witty response to her aphorisms. “You are a work of art, my dear. How I wish I could brag about you in New York. You would be a star there. The brightest star." Adelard, hanging upside down above the water, slightly dipped the end of his hair and immediately lifted his head and combed it back. Watching his every movement, Suzanne could not contain her feelings and involuntarily said, "Maybe I should fall in love with you? What do you think?" And he replied, “You’ve said that for the hundredth time. Perhaps you love me from the very beginning of our acquaintance." "Here's my secret and it is revealed." Straightening his back, Adelard picked up the oars and began to row. The waves were getting heavier from the wind. "I am not pleased when someone mentions my beauty. Wh
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