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Anxiety and sadness

"His condition is getting worse and we can't do anything to help him. Last night, he wouldn't stop coughing. Yes, we called a doctor. But alas, the medicine didn't help him." Standing opposite the door to the room that had already become a refuge for the boy named Gaspard, Adelard and Nicholas could hear his heavy breathing. And with each passing second, Gaspard was closer to death. "Do you think he's dying?" Adelard asked. And then Mathilde came out of the room and they both took a step forward to look in and see the sick man. But Mathilde closed the room too quickly and stared fearfully at the floor. As if she had seen death itself, she could not raise her eyes for fear of seeing something dreadful. But Adelard's question made her speak. "What is it?" "Monsieur, look," she whispered, trying to hold back her tears. Holding the basin with the towel, which had drops of blood on it, she let out a few drops of tears. "He's coughing up blood. Monsi

Pain and courage. Part one.

Once back in the carriage, he saw that Jean had fallen asleep, resting his head on the seat. "Jean, wake up," Adelard whispered, lifting him by the shoulders. "Can you hear me?" "Adelard dear, you are a very kind man. But why are you never kind to me? I woke up early this morning." "I did kiss that girl I was talking about. I mean, it was she who kissed me. I spent the evening at her house. We drank tea and talked. And then she kissed me. But why am I not happy? Why am I sad? It's love. I'm supposed to be happy, right?" Jean, putting his head on his shoulder continued to be half - awake. "You just miss her. This is the simple stage of love. First, you fall in love. Then miss her. Then you act and in the end there is a marriage. And marriage means the end of the story." "After what you say, I'm always scared. What reality do you live in?" "In real reality." Hugging Adelard tightly, Jean tucked his nose into

Pain and courage. Part two.

"Doctor, do everything you can to save him. Do everything possible and impossible. If it's a matter of money, I'm willing to pay anything, but the most important thing is that he lives." Adelard was almost on his knees and continued to hold Gaspard's hand as if he were his own brother or something. But no, he was just a stranger, just a man who lived out his days on the streets, without a single hope of home or happiness. In the light of only two candles, all stood in silence. No one dared to say anything at the moment when Adelard was almost on his knees begging the doctor for help. And no one could understand the kindness that was in Adelard's heart. No one could understand his motives for helping a complete stranger. Even Nicholas could not understand him. Because of this, everyone in the room was speechless. Slowly closing his eyes, Gaspard smiled for the last time and then escaped from reality. But it was only a sleep in the arms of fate. "Is he dead?"

Let's begin. Part one.

A kind person is always a little lost in this world. A kind person is always a little childish. And the greatest danger of a kind person is that such a person is not afraid of anything. He sees good in dangerous people, in troubles he sees only tricks of fate, which can be easily solved, if you just smile and love life even more. Adelard, a shining example of the kindest man who has ever walked this earth. And as is always the case, there are always evil people walking around such a man. But evil is always good at hiding. Holding on to the hand that led him only forward, he had already made a vow that he would never let go of this person who had become his light in life. The whole town kept talking and arguing about something, but Adelard simply walked, seeing the back of her head, the small shoulders, the thin waist, the fragile but strong arms in front of him. The sky still held the voice of smoke, but in places, you could see stars."What are you thinking abou

Let's begin. Part two.

"What right did he have to do that? It's not like we're obligated to buy his fat. It's not logical! I can't believe there was something awful behind his smile all this time! I can't believe it!" Jean shouted these words, waving his arms and kicking rocks around. "I can't believe it! And how could we trust him! More accurately, it's my fault. It's my fault for making a contract with him without your permission. I should have told you and then I would have known that our supplier was still your Lucy. It was my mistake. I'm sorry." Still smelling smoke from the fire, Adelard sat in his chair and twirled a coin in his hand. He didn't say anything, he just stared at the silver coin. "The gendarmes arrested them all. They made me an interrogation of course. But I told them everything. Now, Louis and his sons will get what they deserve. That's right! They deserve it! I'll even make sure they're locked up behind bars for a few years. I'll make sure they spend the rest of their

Let's begin. Part three.

Monsieur Louis, sitting in the very center of the stone room looked dejected. His old face bore all shades of sadness. His wrinkled hands trembled and tried to soothe each other. His face, distorted by old age, was the same as the stone wall, which was moldy in places. The marks of time were too deep. Adelard's heart ached at the sight of the suffering that was his fault. It was hard for him to look at an overly old man who suddenly found himself behind bars. And yet freedom was in his blood. Perhaps Adelard thought too loudly, for Monsieur Louis looked up and froze. In a matter of seconds, all the colors of hatred appeared on his face. He saw his worst enemy. "Sit down and don't move! One move and you'll spend another ten years in here!" the gendarme shouted, hitting the bars with his stick. "Please don't do that," Adelard said quietly. "Can I talk to him?" "If I leave you here, I think they'll all just break the bars

Let's begin. Part four.

"I came to see you," he said, convinced that she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Celeste, holding a basket of dirty laundry, looked too tired again. This only brought terrible pain to Adelard's heart. "Why do you keep washing other people's things? You know you can use everything I have, don't you? Why do you go on living like this? You're my fiancée. I don't want you to live like that." "Adelard, I'm not used to it. I'm used to earning money by my own labor. And I don't think I'll ever get used to having you in my life. I love you very much, though." "Let's go home," Adelard said, snatching the heavy basket from her hands. A thin door that could break at any minute closed, leaving the whole world behind. In the dark room, where it was still winter itself, Adelard threw the basket to the floor and hugged Celeste sharply. In his arms, she seemed to disappear. Those arms were a fortress, a wall, wings.&

We are just friends.

"Tell me everything. And don't try to hide the fact that you're not a boy anymore!" Jean said as soon as Adelard entered the house. Adelard didn't want to talk at all, and in fact, he came to this little house for one reason only. And that was to see Jean's wife, of whom he had spoken so little. Perhaps this was the first time Adelard had ever felt such curiosity about someone else's life. And the thought seemed to him too shameful and full of sin. This was noticed by Jean, who was already sitting next to him. Too close, too serious and impatient. "Adelard! Tell me, did it happen?" In the cozy living room, where there were many flowers and small chairs and a white grand piano in the very center, Adelard clutched the fingers of his hands. There was a sly smile on his face. Such a smile only comes from someone who is up to something or who has stolen something. Jean, in a black robe and with wet hair, looked greedily int

Rumors again.

The next morning, Adelard awoke to a strange noise. But he didn't have the strength to open his eyes and leave his bed; instead of curiosity, he chose sleep. But his sleep could not last, for the noise was louder and stronger. Grabbing his robe, he headed down the stairs. "Nicholas, what's going on?" "I don't know. They're probably talking about you again. I'm going to go check it out, but you stay inside." "Today, I'm supposed to be at a theater opening. So I'll be home late tonight," Adelard said, stopping Nicholas. "Wait, how did I end up here? I remember falling asleep on Jean's couch." "At three o'clock in the morning, Jean brought you in his arms. You were sleeping so soundly that I thought you had been given sleeping pills." "I slept so soundly?!" Adelard asked, remembering the reason for such relaxation. "You're smiling. Is there something interesting going on?" Nicholas asked, knowing him too well

My friend loves me.

Adelard rose from his chair and holding his glass in his hand, smiled at everyone and then lowered his eyes. His gaze lingered far away, on the flowers that adorned the far corner of the room. His eyebrows relaxed, his mouth closed tightly and the tip of his nose trembled slightly, like a wild animal. He looked as if he was ready to cry at any second. But it was just emotionality, the result of being too much in love. He didn't have time to say anything. He didn't want to say anything. Instead, Esma said, "She's a very beautiful woman and you all know her." Like any actress, Esma decided to act and so, she said, "Monsieur Adelard Mars has offered me his hand and heart." Like any good actress, everyone believed her. And that was the second wave of the earthquake. "What? But how is that possible?" "Is it really you?!" "Monsieur say something!" Grabbing his hand, Esma said, "You are all invited to our wedding!"

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