Tempete
22:18 26-02-2006 Chapter 5
As I looked at the horologe, it was 10 p.m.It's not so early time for leaving home with some unclear man,is it?But I have liked adventures since my childhood.Once upon a time I had found a pouch in the street.There was a sum of money and an address.I went to look for an owner of this thing.The street was unknown to me, but I found it.My mother didn't let me even see that street *It was famous like the most dangerous place in our town*.But I didn't obey.The house was really disgusting but I knocked at the door.Fortunately, there was nobody at home.I was a bit scared and that is why I left the pouch by the door and I was turning back to go home when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.2 minutes later my mouth was closed with a shred and as I remember, I was so frightened that I didn't try to resist.I closed the eyes.To my astonishment, the criminal had seen the pouch (it was his) and became kinder.I managed to run away.
22:07.I decided to be in the hands of my destiny.I went down and came up to the stranger.He was balanced as aforetime and even smiled to me.His smile was so...exposed and genuine...His eyes were shining.''My lady, how's your spirit?Did you like my joke?Excuse me if I made you worry and maybe I offended you.But you know, I like to joke.Don't be angry, please.'' No wonder that I laughed.I had the hysterics.Then I had the only question - what will be next.He said that he needed me to realize his plans.He knew me, he knew all my life, all my problems, all my tastes. He presented me with a little box.There was a book inside it.I was surprised - it was a book of Nietzsche.The book that I liked earlier.I replied "Well, this information can be accessible, from my friends, from my family or from the detective hired by you.'' He looked into my eyes and whispered: ''when we two parted..in silence and tears..half broken-hearted..to sever for years, pale grew thy cheek and cold, colder thy kiss; truly that hour foretold...sorrow to this.'' I was shoked.When I was sixteen I kept a diary.It started with that poem written by Lord Byron.It was my favourite poem.Nobody knew that.Or anybody did?..Now I wasn't sure in anything...