White Nights

Have you lived or not? Look, one says to oneself, look how cold the world is growing

In two minutes you have made me happy for ever.

. . Good-bye, thank you! . . . ”

“Surely . . . surely you don’t mean . . . that we shall never see each other again? . . . Surely this is not to be the end?”

“You see,” said the girl, laughing, “at first you only wanted two words, and now. . . . However, I won’t say anything . . . perhaps we shall meet. . . . ”

You . . . perhaps it was my fancy

am delighted when they are gay

“Don’t be vexed; I am only laughing at your being your own enemy,

“Why, with no one, with an ideal, with the one I dream of in my sleep. I make up regular romances in my dreams.

I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking.

A SENTIMENTAL STORY
FROM THE DIARY
OF A DREAMER

heart was fluttering like a captured bird.