It was Berceuse from Dolly, all that she heard, the time the long-legged gentleman stepped inside her room. She never thought, nor felt, anything quite like this before.
The warmth of the lips. She
had only tasted it twice, something such peculiar; the first time was when she
could just feels what it's like to feel; some medical books stated it as 'the
phase when the sensory receptor able to function,' sometime when she turned
three.
The other moment was
vibrating.
It was Berceuse from
Dolly, too.
He had golden-hay hair,
his nasal was rough and skull-bulging-like, and he appeared to be recently
shaving. She could pictured him in an ushanka-ish uniform and he would be the
most graceful General ever. Like King Nicholas.
She was surprised to see
him could be so tender, with fingers on the piano, playing The Berceuse.
It was his GrandDad
Ricardovich.
She might still be three
years old that time, but thanks to him she could understand the beauty of the
white, high-ceiled hall where the piano was being played.
She could see the
personality of Ricardovich. It was serene and sometimes empty, the Hall, but
luminosity was everywhere and the sun felt so tender but the snow felt less
cold.
He turned his body and
saw Little Therryana. He laughed, and raised her in his arm.
His kiss was
unforgetable.
Now they said that this
young fellow would be her doctor.
Therryana was in love at
the first sight.
Arthur Levan saw this.
Therryana had just not realized it that he was anxiously gripping the butterfly
net, for he feared that a heart would fall and shattered.
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