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LEONIDAS DE PIAN AND VLADIMIR MALAKOV |
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| SINCE NINE O’CLOCK Half past twelve. The time has passed quickly since nine o’ clock when I lit the lamp, and sat down here. I’ve been sitting without reading, and without talking. Who would I talk to all alone as I am in this house. At nine o’clock when I lit the lamp, the image of my youthful body came and found me and reminded me of locked perfumed rooms, and pleasure long past - what salacious pleasure! And it also conjured up before my eyes, streets no longer recognizable, busy clubs now closed, and theatres and caf?s that are no more. The image of my youthful body came and brought me sorrows too; family bereavements, separations, feelings of those dear to me, feelings of the dead so little appreciated. Half-past twelve. How the time has passed. Half-past twelve. How the years have passed. |
