Husband! He had never thought of that.
Suddenly a cold sweat appeared on his brow. He went out and roamed until dawn
around the quiet, moonlit lake, filled with the reflection of bright stars
which resembled greenish sparkling fireflies.
He was just about to lie down, when a tap,
tap, tap sounded on the window pane. His charming neighbor appeared, just like
the dawn, golden and blushing, rose-like and white, in a lace morning gown, her
lovely blue eyes still heavy with sleep. She held a little finger to her red,
sinful lips, luscious and sanguine, as a sign of silence.
“I found no peace throughout the night,” he
whispered, pale and weary.
“Do not fear. I understand you. Do not fear,
Peter; I am true to you alone!”
And only the trembling of a flower from her
breath remained, as Tkalac extended his hungry arms towards the quiet, blooming
window, lit by the first rays of the sun, while from above was heard the
unpleasant voice of a man, s