Before even an introduction, she knew what was in my mind. She rushed over to where I was and she pulled me in the courtyard. I was stricken with the thought of the fine lad. I watched the little boy. He traveled by night at stopped at the lake, by the garden.
Cold weather is harsh.
She looked at me and smiled, a melencholoy smile. For the first time, she was young and beautiful. People talked about her so horribly. A fierce wave of sadness covered both of us. She dropped her bag and looked away.