United States or Slovakia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Without a word, he went over to the picture and stood before it, drowned fathoms deep.... A slight movement behind roused him; and with an effort he turned away. "I've not seen a big one since since my last time at home," he said simply. "I've only two small ones out here." The carven face was not impassive now. "After all, Dilkusha, what matter pictures when you have herself?" Roy started.
That is my faith; and you must share it; helping your dear father, because for him the way of belief is hard. "Never forget those beautiful words of Fouquet in which you made dedication of your poems to me: 'How blessed is the son to whom it is allowed to gladden his mother's heart with the blossom and fruit of his life! And you will still gladden it, Dilkusha.
Suddenly there sprang an inspiration, born of despair, of the chance and the hour and the grave tenderness of his assurance. No time for shrinking or doubt. Almost in speaking she was on her feet; her cloak that had come unlinked dropped from her shoulders, leaving her a slim strip of pallor, like a ray of light escaped from clouds. "Roy Dilkusha!" Involuntarily her hands went out to him.
"And for that reason, more interesting than all the wonders of Earth!" Setting both hands on Roy's shoulders he looked deeply into his eyes. "Come and see me often, Dilkusha. It lifts my tired heart to have this very human being so near me again." Ten minutes later, Roy was riding homeward through a changed city; streets and hills and sky wrapped in the mystery of encroaching dusk.
We know them and we are proud, because they became like dust under our feet. Only to you Dilkusha, I could tell ... a little, if you wish for helping you to understand." "Please tell," he said, and his hand closed on hers. So, leaning back among her cushions speaking very simply in the low voice that was music to his ears she told....
Word Of The Day