Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-04-28
The Story of Dream and It's Realization

You have the dream"
ave-" he said. II have the dream.
Through the hot, dangerous summer
time the dream grew within tho brain OF
Big Ivan. He saw visions in the smoky
haze that hung above the Beresina- At
times he would stand, hoe in hand. and
into which the sun slipped down each
evening like a coin dropped from the
fingers Of the dying day.
Autumn came, and the fretful whining
winds that came down from the north
chilled the dream The winds whispered
of the coming Of the Snow King. and the
kept out Of the way Of Poborino, the
Smith, and Yanansk. the baker. The
dream was still with him, but autumn is
bad time. for dreams
Winter came, and the dream weakened.
1t was only the earthenware pot that
kept it alive-the pot into which the in
dustrious Anna put every coin that could
be spared. Often Big Ivan would stare
The pot was the umbilical cord which
kept the dream alive.
you are a good woman, Anna" Ivan
would say again and again. 1T was you
who thought of saving the rubles.'
But it was you who dreamed, she
band mine. Wait"
to the Beresina that year. 1t sprang
upon the TANKS of winter before the
ice king had given the order to re-
treat into the Businesses of the north.
1t swept up the river escorted by
opened their windows and peered out
with surprise upon their faces.
wonderful guest had come to them and
found them unprepared.
Big Ivan Of the Bridge was fixing
fence in the meadow on the mornipg
the spring maiden reached the village.
For a little while he was not aware
of her arrival. His mind was upon his
work, but suddenly he discovered that
he was hot, and he took off his over
bush. then ,hei shifted the air. and
puzzled look came upon his face. He
shifted again. hurriedly, hungrily. He
drew in great breaths of it and his
was wonderful air. It brought life to
the dream. 1t rose up within him. ten
times more lusty than on the day 1T
was born. and his limbs trembled as
he drew in the hot, scented breezes
that breed the wanderlust and shorten
the long trails Of the world.
Big Ivan clutched his coat and ran
to the little cottage. He burst through
the door. startling Anna, who was busy
with her homework.
''The spring." be cried. The spring.!
He took her arm and dragged her to
the door. Standing together they sniff
fed the sweet breezes. In silence they
listened to the song Of the river. The
Beresina had7ehanged from a whining.
fretful tune into a lifting, sweet song
that would set the legs Of lovers dane
ing. Anna pointed to q green bud on
a bush beside the door.
TT came this minute" she muir
INJURED.
yes" said Ivan. THE little fairies
brought it there to show us that
spring has come to stay
Together they turned and walked to
the mantel. Big Ivan took up the
earthenware pot. carried it to the table
and spilled it's contents upon the we'll
scrubbed boards. He counted while
Anna stood beside him, her fingers
clutching his coarse blouse. 1t WAC a
slow business. because Ivans big blunt
fingers were not used to such work.
the coins into neat piles. then he
Strengthened himself and turned to the
woman at his side.
1T is enough" he said quietly. I'VE
will go at once. II it was not enough
we would have. to go because the
place"
'.As you say" murmured Anna "The
wife of Littin. the butcher. will buy our
chairs and our bed. I spoke to her
Poborino,. the smith: his crippled son:
Yanansk. the baker: Donkov. the tailor.
and a score of others were out upon the
village street on the morning that Big
ivan Auu AHHh SSt out lney were IN
clined to Jeer at Ivan. but something
upon the face Of the giant made them
afraid. Hand in hand the big man and
his wife walked down the street, their
faces turned toward Bobruisk. Ivan
balancing upon his head heavy trunk
that no other man in the village could
have lifted.
At the end of the street q stripping
with bright eyes and yellow curls
clutched the hand Of Ivan and looked
into his face
II know what is sending you" he
cried.
FAY. you know" said Ivan, looking
into the eyes Of the other.
1T ca me to me yesterday" murmured
the stripping 81 got 1t from the
breezes. :. They are free. so are the
birds and the little clouds and the
river. l wish I could co.
Keep your dream" said Ivan, softly.
Nurse it. for 1t is the dream of a man"
Anna. who was crying softly. touched
the blouse of the boy. "At the back Of
our cottage. near the bush that bears
the red berries. pot is buried" she
said. dig it up and take it home
with you and when you have kopeck
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