[The Crushed Flower and Other Stories by Leonid Andreyev]@TWC D-Link bookThe Crushed Flower and Other Stories CHAPTER VII 3/13
But when I saw those dear faces, those eyes full of hope and ardent entreaty for friendly advice; when I saw before me that rich field, already ploughed, waiting only for the good seed to be sown, my heart began to burn with delight, pity and love.
Avoiding the customary formalities which accompany the meetings of people, declining the hands outstretched to greet me, I turned to the audience, which was agitated at the very sight of me, and gave them my blessing with a gesture to which I know how to lend a peculiar majesty. "Come unto me," I exclaimed; "come unto me; you who have gone away from that life.
Here, in this quiet abode, under the sacred protection of the iron grate, at my heart overflowing with love, you will find rest and comfort.
My beloved children, give me your sad soul, exhausted from suffering, and I shall clothe it with light.
I shall carry it to those blissful lands where the sun of eternal truth and love never sets." Many had begun to cry already, but, as it was too early for tears, I interrupted them with a gesture of fatherly impatience, and continued: "You, dear girl, who came from the world which calls itself free--what gloomy shadows lie on your charming and beautiful face! And you, my daring youth, why are you so pale? Why do I see, instead of the ecstasy of victory, the fear of defeat in your lowered eyes? And you, honest mother, tell me, what wind has made your eyes so red? What furious rain has lashed your wizened face? What snow has whitened your hair, for it used to be dark ?" But the weeping and the sobs drowned the end of my speech, and besides, I admit it without feeling ashamed of it, I myself brushed away more than one treacherous tear from my eyes.
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