It is a pity to me of that time which they spent with you. They in own way loved you., but I was your father. I would like, that you though time have named me so. But Bruno was silent. I represented all this so clearly: A worrying father, his love to the child, his pleasure which he found in the son, despite of remorses. To me his admiration and suffering were clear, and I wished to shout: ” Bruno, talk to him tenderly.
Let he finds out, that you are glad to name his father “. But Bruno was silent as bewitched. And suddenly all has changed. I have heard a loud voice: - And so you where. The father and the son, and? - And, to my horror, has appeared. I have recoiled in bushes. I have thought about , laying on a bed naked, adhered by cords for anklebones, and prayed, that branches have hidden me. I even could not imagine, that will be with me if me will find out. This person, the severe animal, capable to make acts which I at all did not understand, showed an awful show.
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