Stories

Y. L. Peretz

1903

He strolled along the bank of the Vistula, thinking, “Today she will come.”

And so thinking, he saw it all in the most vivid colors: He is sitting on the bed in his room, in the darkness, waiting. Every sound on the stairs makes his heart beat faster, and he asks himself, “Why? I’m not in love with her, am I?”

And then it is really she; he…

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