"What’sthematterDimitri?Areyoureyeshurtingagain?"
"I’mafraidso．IthinkI’dbettergohomea,”
"It’sstillrainingoutside．Whydon’tyoustayhereforthenight?Theguestroomisready.”
"Thankyousomui.”Sheledthewayandafterseeinghimgetintobed,shebusiedherselfstraighteningthesheetsandbomakesurethathewasfortable．Dimitricouldnottrolhimself．Hishandsstrayedupandstrokedthesoft，esticbreasts，halfexposedbehebathrobe．Romididnotrepulsehim.Sheonlysaidmildly，
"Don’tfetI’mstillsomebody’swife．Bettertightenyourreins,jockey!"alytuckedhishanduhesheet．Shethensoftlykissedhimonhischeekandsaid，"Sweetdreams.”Atthedoorsheturnedandsaid，"Bytheway，ifyouhearanythingtonight,justdon’tpayanyattentiontoitandgobacktosleep.”
Romigheclothelivingroom．Itwasonly10:30p.m.Sheemptiedtheashtraysanddustedthecoffeetable．At10:32p.m.shepacedupanddowntheroomrestlesslybutquietly．ItwasstillearlyandtherewasnoknowiherAllenwouldbeinghome．Somehow,sheloathedtheideaofseeinghimtonight．Usuallyifhewasn’thomeby12:30，hewouldn’tbeingatall,butshewouldn’tknowforawoingtotheundryroom，shetooktheclothesoutofthedryerandbeganfoldingthemlyandstagthemindifferentpiles.Meanwhile,theeventsofherpastlifefshedthroughhermind．Nowdcollected,shewasabletosortthemoutmethodicallyintodifferentcategories．AsshefoldedDimitri’sclothes,sheponderedonwhatastrangemanhewas．Thewayheanalyzedwhattheghostrepreseoherandhismetaphoraboutthereinandthehorserofoundphilosophyoflifeandhaddeeppsychologicalmeaning，notatallthenormalversationwithanuneducatedhiredhand．Hepinpointedherproblematonddiaglogicallyandsoundly．Hewasastrangemanindeed！10∶45．Stillearly．Shesoftlyturheknobaintotheguestroom，yingDimitri’sclothesonthechairbythedoor．Outside,itwaswindyandraining，butinthecozylittleroomfilledwithsoftrhythmi,allseemedtobeinperfectharmony．Leaningagainstthedoor，shelookedsilentlyatthesleepingform．Sleepwasihehappiestoftimewhenoneknowsnoturmoilortrouble．Lifeisonlythepassiverepetitiosleadingtothestsleepaernalpeatheskiesthegesofnightanddaysucceededeachotherandlifegoeson-wakeandsleep，wakeandsleepinthesamerepetitiouscycle．DimitrikeptmentioningKingdomofDreams,whichseemedtobeasecludedparadisewhiiwouldgiveeverythingtobeabletovisit．PerhapstheunionofherbodywithhismaybetheonlyroutetohisKingdom．Lyiweenthefreshlyunderedsheetswhichgaveforthacrispyfragrahabeautifulyoungwomanbyhissidetendingtohiswants,Dimitrifeltasifhewasfloatingoncloudsandsoonfellfastasleep．
Intheblurryobscurityofsubscioushemraduallyfrombehindthemountains,castingadistinctprofileonthesurfaceoftheke．TheriseandfallofthemountainrangeslookedlikeagiganticTitanlyiandhelplessontheground．Hissinewymuscleshadstoresofinfinitemight,powerandenergy．Havingintherefes，heseemedtolongtostretdturnover,butbeingparalyzedheolongerliftevenafinger．Hismusclestauhisfutileattempt．Ontheoppositebankoftheke,anudewomawashingherlonghairinthecrystalclearwater．Aftervigorouslyrubbingitdrywithatowel，shetwisteditlooselyintoaknotatthebackofherheadandstoodup．Ah!itwasLotus．Herbeautifulfacefullyrevealeduhebrightmoonlight．Shestoodthere，headraisedtothemoon，musclessorexedthattheyseemedtobepulledbythegravityoftheearthontotheground．Sheseemedtohearstrainsofmusithesky,butwheoppedtolistely，itwasgoafterawhile，theelusivemelodyappearedagain，startingasanindistinctmurmurandthenrisingslowlytoafullrhythm．Shebeganmovingherarmsandlegswithasluggishslowness，whichhadnoratiotoordinarymovements.Itwasasthoughshewasumosphericpressuretentimesgreaterthannormal．Butoherhand，hernguidmovementswerelikefloatingcloud．Ifisotedintopostures,eachwouldresemblethepoiseofatree;butliogethertheyweregracefusthewillowswayinginthespringbreeze．Thefullmoonshhtlyasshetinuedmoving，castingherelongatedshadowontheground，makingherappeartobeaherealgehemagicalgealmentofthelumimoonlight．Hermovementsweresmoothandflowingasthewater，seemingtonarratetheprocessofthecreationoftheearthanditselements．Timewasfrozenuntilshegraduallystopped．Shestoodthereforasedandthenwalkedbacktoherhut．Thetactofherbarefeetwiththegrassandsoilwasextremelysoothing．Sheerspiringslightly，soshesatbyherwindowsoftlyfanningherself．Theunhinderedbloodflowcruisingthroughherbodygaveherafeelingofwarm，zyfort．Thefeelingbroughtbackmemoriesthatshehadwheuhewintersuninthefishingvilge，watghergrandfathermendi．Heertastrologerandlookingatthemyriadsoftwinklingstarsinthesky,shewonderedwhiehehadturo．
Justthen,twhtnternswereseenbobbingtheirwaytothehut．Theslendershadowscastonthegroundwerealltheslimmerbecausetheywereunhamperedbyclothes．IntheKingdomofDreams,nocamoufgewasneeded．Everythingwasnaiveandsimpleasnatureitself．AsLotuswentouttogreetherguests,sheheardNovelandElinahailingherfromafar，
"Lotus!Wesawyoudanginthemoonlight．Itwasbeautiful!"
"Weesomuchwedecidedtoeoverandtellyouso．Itwasreallyexquisite.”Lotusweledhervisitorsintothestrawhutandtakierboilingooveintheer,pouredeachofthemacuprantjasmiea．
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