Белые люди
Chapter VII
Andinspiteofthethrillingbeautyofthemoon,allbutthepartIstoodonmeltedintosoft,beautifulshadow,allbelowmeandaboveme.ButIdidnotturntolookatoraskmyselfaboutanything.Youseethedifficultyisthattherearenoearthlywordstotellit!Allmybeingwasecstasy—pure,lightecstasy!Oh,whatpoorwords—ButIknownoothers.IfIsaidthatIwashappy—HAPPY!—itwouldbenothing.IWAShappinessitself,IWASpurerapture!Ididnotlookatthebeautyofthenight,thesky,themarvelousmeltingshadow.IwasPARTofitall,onewithit.Nothingheldmenothing!Thebeautyofthenight,thelight,theairWEREwhatIwas,andIwasonlythrillingecstasyandwonderattheraptureofit.”
Istoppedandcoveredmyfacewithmyhands,andtearswetmyfingers.
“Oh,Icannotmakeitreal!Iwasonlytheresuchashort,shorttime.EvenifyouhadbeenwithmeIcouldnothavefoundwordsforit,eventhen.Itwassuchashorttime.Ionlystoodandliftedmyfaceandfeltthejoyofit,thepuremarvelofjoy.Ionlyheardmyselfmurmuringoverandoveragain:‘Oh,howbeautiful!howbeautiful!Oh,howBEAUTIFUL!’
“Andthenamarvelofnewjoysweptthroughme.Isaid,verysoftlyandveryslowly,asifmyvoiceweretrailingawayintosilence:‘Oh—h!I—can—lie—down—here—on—thegrass—and—sleep...all—through—thenight—under—this—moonlight....Icansleep—sleep—’
“Ibegantosinksoftlydown,withtheheavenliestfeelingofrelaxationandrepose,asifthereexistedonlythesoulofbeautifulrest.
