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day_risen21 мая 2009Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, half-way down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the water swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.
But was it nothing but looks? people said. What was there behind it - her beauty, her splendour? Had he blown his brains out, they asked, had he died the week before they were married? - some other earlier lover, of whom rumours reached one? Or was there nothing? nothing but an incomparable beauty which she lived behind, and could do nothing to disturb? For easily though she might have said at some moment of intimacy when stories of great passion, of love foiled, of ambition thwarted what came her way how she too had known of left or been through in herself, she never spoke. She was silent always. She knew then - she knew without having learnt. Her simplicity fathomed what clever people falsified. Her singleness of mind made her drop plumb lika a stone, alight exact as a bird, gave her, naturally this swoop and fall of the spirit upon truth which delighted, eased, sustained - falsely perhaps.
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