[The Crushed Flower and Other Stories by Leonid Andreyev]@TWC D-Link bookThe Crushed Flower and Other Stories CHAPTER VII 2/13
Shunning abstract discussions, they eagerly hang on every word of compassion and kindness, and respond with the same.
Allowing them to love me and to believe in my immutable knowledge of life, I afford them the happy opportunity to depart at least for a time from the coldness of life, from its painful doubts and questions. I say openly without any false modesty, which I despise even as I despise hypocrisy, there were lectures at which I myself being in a state of exaltation, called forth in my audience, especially in my nervous lady visitors, a mood of intense agitation, which turned into hysterical laughter and tears.
Of course I am not a prophet; I am merely a modest thinker, but no one would succeed in convincing my lady admirers that there is no prophetic meaning and significance in my speeches. I remember one such lecture which took place two months ago.
The night before I could not sleep as soundly as I usually slept; perhaps it was simply because of the full moon, which affects sleep, disturbing and interrupting it.
I vaguely remember the strange sensation which I experienced when the pale crescent of the moon appeared in my window and the iron squares cut it with ominous black lines into small silver squares.... When I started for the lecture I felt exhausted and rather inclined to silence than to conversation; the vision of the night before disturbed me.
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