Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of WoundsWe were again in the kingdom of love! We were againpeople as the others! I slept that night as always withher, but crying happy. And she cried with me, and Ithought they were joy tears but she felt that was the lastnight that she slept with us! When the next day camewe put her chains again in her hands as she taught us.Then she went and sat down to the place the police hadput her. And she looked at us smiling as if she wantedto say that nothing had happened. And surely wethought as all this was a game! After we did any thingany cousin said to us, we turned back to our mother atonce to insure ourselves she was there. She was as beautifulas a forest fairy, she was quite and head up as wehave heard to stay the brave persons in front of the teamthat would kill them. She looked like a bride, while, thewedding guests, were not coming yet to close her in thecage.DOSTOYEVSKI COURTI was an orphan because I had lost my parents at ayoung age, and in no time I didn’t know how to buildmy relations with others. I was as a beggar of a humanlove, because the orphan without understanding willask all the time to feel the spirit with that lack that parentslack had created. As much as I grew up, greater Ifelt like a boat on the sea with waves.I don’t know how I found a book of Dostoyevski andsince that day I never forget it, and I didn’t need anymore the other advice. A hidden voice as if consoled meand said that the others must take advice by me. Howcould I imagine how much I would suffer for his influenceon me, especially reading the book in that age,when the experience doesn’t leave you to separate the89