Book3:WereMyDreamIs
airwheretheydisiedwithoutatrace.Itwasabright,sunnyday.Crowdsofpeoplecamea,busilygoingabouttheirbusiness.Humansarereallyastrangebreedofanimals,obsessedwithragagainsttime.Whyaretheyalwaysinahurry?Whatisthereworthyforthemtobehurrying?DisorderlyfootstepsalroundhimarousedDimitri’sihefootstepsofthosewearingtennisshoesweresoftandlightaedasqueakysoundwhenrubberrubbedagai.Somefootstepswereheavy,asifbelongingtoapersonofsuccessfuplishments,amiddle-agedmanperhapswearinganexpeahershoes.Stillotherfootstepswerelight,quidspritely.Theymustbelongtoabeautifulwoman…Dimitrifeltdazedandagainfellintoareverie.Afterawhile,hemuttered, “Letthosehard-wpeoplegoabouttheirbusiheywillgettheirjustdeserts.Letthosewholov