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        Chapter1TheButterfly

        Argeimposingmansion,whichtookupairesquareblock,stoodloftyandmajestidertheclearblueskies,itstwiowersseemingtoreachuptotheclouds.Thehuge,whitemarblepilrs,extravagantsculpturesattestedtoitspastglory.Thisusedtobethegatheriheridfamous,wherepresidentsaorsrubbedshoulderswithsuperstarsoffilm,musidsportsaswelstheprincesoffiheeliteofsociety.Now,withthepassageoftime,thedazzlingwhitepilrshaveturnedyellowwithageandthesculpturesonthewallshavebeediscoloredlikefadedflowers.Infact,thewholebuildinglookedshabbyandrundown,foritwasnowusedashousingfortheelderlyandthedisabledlivingongoversubsidy.

        Thespacioushallwascrowded,foritwasthedaywhenthegoverhafoodtothehelong,disorderlyqueueinchedalongslowlyandDimitrimeicallymovedwiththeline.Hislifestylehasgreatlyimprovedsincehebecameblind.Hewasgivenasmalpartment.Thoughitprisedofonlyoneroomandwasaersuitewithwindowsfagthestreetontwosides,hefinallyhadapceofhisownandthenoisefromthestreetsaddedanimationtohisquiet,lonelylife.Everymonth,hereceivedseveralhundreddolrsinSSI,whiabledhimtohavethebasiecessitiesofasimplelife.Movingslowlyalongamidthehecrowd,Dimitriseemedobliviousofhissurroundings,forhewasagainimmersedinaworldofhisown,theworldofdreams.Suddenlyanenormouspeaappearedbeforehiseyes,onlytovanishatthetwinklingofaneye.Dimitribegantofeelimpatient,longingfaretteandacupofhotcoffeetopensatehimselfforthelongwaitwhichwasgettingonhisnerves.Hepodojustthatassoobacktohisroom.Thistime,thebagoffoodhebroughtbackwasahugekofcheese,twosbsofbutter,abottleofhoneyaswelspowderedmilkandflour.

        Withthebagoffoodinhisarms,Dimitrileftthehall,walkedbrisklythroughthelongcorridorandtur.Hisroom,#102,wasthestohatwihisbagoterandpulledopentherefrigeratordoortoaddtheperishableitemstohishoardofeggs,hamandsausagesalreadyinthere.Heybecauseallthisfoodshouldsthimatleastaweekortwo,whichmeanthecouldroamfreelyinhislittlekingdthatintervalwithouthavingtosetfootoutsidehisdoor.Dimitrilovedtoliveinhisownimaginativerealm,unencumberedbyirrelevantoutsideintrusion.Now,withtheprivacyofhisownroomandallthisfood,hecouldliveinaworldofhisown,freefromtheinterferehemundaneworld.Hecouldliveassecludedalifeasthehermitwhobuildsashathedeepestvalleyofthemountainsinpursuitofthefeatofloivity.

        ofpipinghotcoffeeinhishand,hewalkedintothelivingroomandsatdownonthesofabythewindohisersuitefacedthestreetontwosides,andthenoiseandvoices,itrasttohisquietlife,wereorohisloneliness.Occasionally,hewouldcallouttosomeoneheknewandexgecasualwordsorbanter.Hissimplelifewentquietlyon,alternatiweensleepandwake.Justthen,thatenormousresplepeaappearedagainbeforehiseyes,andthenvanishedasquicklywithoutatrace.Heinhaleddeeply,histhoughtsstillonthatfleetingglimpsehehadofthepinkpea.Someonepassedbyhisroom,boungabasketball.Dimitriwasdeepinthought.Whatwasthesignificeofhislife,nowthathewasblind?Anotherboutofboungbasketball.Hesuddenlyrealized:Thatyoungmanboungthebasketball,couldjumpupandthrowitaccuratelyintothebasketfromanyahatgavehimasenseofaplishmentandhappiness.Actually,thefleshbodywaslikeatool,adaptatpyingontheimagination,withnospecificgnifice.Butitveothedepthofthesoundtinuesonimagining,justliketheyoungmanboungthebasketball.ThatwasDimitri’sfavoritepastimeandthesignificeofhisexistence.

        Thatenormouspeaflickeringinandoutofhissciousness,noearing,nowvanishiicedDimitri’scuriosity.Heuzzledastowhythatpeapersistedinintrudingitselfonhismindandthenvanishingwithoutatrace.Perhapsitwaoleadhimintenewsario.Whyyes!Perhapsthatwasmaterialforweavinganotherdream!So,hequicklystubbedoutthecigaretteinhishand.Whilethesmokewasstillpermeatingtheroom,Dimitrihadalreadyarrivedinhisdreamnd.Inhisdream,Dimitrituroamagnifitbutterfly,brilliantlystrippedandspotted,danglightlyalyispringbreeze.Beforehimwasnolongerasinglepea,butmyriadsofthem,faseaofdangflowers,withslimfiguresroamingfreelyintheirmidst.Thesewerenakedfemaleforms,somegatheredincasualgroupstalkingandughing,whileotherswereontheswings,rogthemselvestoandfrotowhileawaythezyspringday.

        Attheotherendofthegardenwasaesepacelikebuilding,withglitteringencaustictilesandbrightredpilrs,especiallyeye-catguhesunlight.Thesplendoroftheluxuriousbuildingfullymaedtheopulehemysteriouskingdom.Themagnifitbutterfly,ridingontheslightspringbreeze,fleilyamidthebloomingflowers.“Ah!”thoughthe,“IambackagaininthisbeautifulKingdom.Inthemundaneworld,Iambutablindmansequesteredinatinyroom,butinmydreamsIamamagnifitbutterfly,danginthisvastarrayofdazzlingspringcolors.”So,thebutterflyflutteredfreelyonitsembzonedwings,revelinginthebeautiesofnature.Stickyshredsofsilkeenaciouslyattachedtoitswings,incapacitatingthem,alerteditthatsomethingwasamiss.As,hehadientlybeencaughtinatrap,andaferociousbckspiderwasmakingitsway,closerandcloser,alongtheweb.Dimitrisighed,

        “Howunfortunate!MyfirstdaybatheKingdomandIbeefoodforthespider.”Justthen,delicatefingerslightlypickeditupbythewingsandcarefullypluckedawaytheremnantshredsofwebfromitsbody.Itwasthecharming,starry-eyedAsiay,Yoko.Herever-presentsmilemadethedimplesinhercheekmoreentingthanever.Afteringawayallremnantsofthespiderweb,sheletthebutterflygofree,saying,

        “Ah!Youbelongtothespringandtotheflo!Gowhereyoubelong.”Shewatchedasthemagnifitbutterfly,whichhadjustexperiencedsuarroefromdeath,flyintothedepthoftheflowersinthegarden.

        Themagnifitbutterfly,soresplelystrippedandspotted,tiozigzagitswayleisurelythroughthespaciousgardenuntilitcametoahalfopenedwindow.Itflewinsidealedoalofanenormouspinkpea,notforthehoosuckthefragrantflower,butbecausetiredafteritslongflight,itfelttheneedofatemporaryrespite.Itsdelicatewingscouldnolohstaigueoflengthyvoyage.Thepeaasilvervase,inidwithemeraldgreericatelysculpturedtogiveamostfasatinglylife-likeportraitofabeautifulgirlinae.Herfeatureswereclearlydisableandherclothing,elegantandsophisticated.Sheseemedtohavejustawakenedfrslumberoneearlymandwaswalkinginthegarden,stillimmersedindreamyindolenguorahargy,almosthypnotictotheviewer.

        Atthemoment,theflowervasethewindowsillofabeautifulrgekit,wherenospeckofdustcouldbeseen,andthehardwoodfloorshoneshtahatitmirroreditssurroundings.Anakedbeautywaswilybefechoppingboard,herbeautifulfaceflushedwiththebloomofhealth,herrgedewyeyestratedontheworkathand.Itwasthegeus.Shewasslowlykneadingapieceofsoftdough,fitintoalong,uniformrollbeforebreakingitintosmallpieces,eachthesameinsizea.Shepcedthemirowbeforeher,likeagroupidly-trainedsoldierswaitingforherand.Shethentookafoot-longrollerandrolledthesmallpiecesofdoughintoround,thiners,eachthesameincircumfereakingpainstospraydryflourontoeachbeforestagthemintoapilesoastopreventthemfromstigtogether.Hereverymovementwasslowbutorderlyandsystematic,goingfromonesegmenttoarictlyacctopn,withnowastedmotion,allcarriedoutinabsolutesileerfinishingthisdemandingpreparatorywork,herbackmusthavefelttiredbecauseshegedherpositionandsatdownonaroundstooltorest.Howcouldherslender,willowywaistsustainherfigureforsolongaperiod?Theioworksilentlyon.Takingupaer,sheputitintoherleftpalm,scoopedupsomepre-preparedvegetablefillingfromthewhiteapteandputitinthemiddleoftheer.Dippingherfioabowlofwater,shewettheedgesoftheertoehemtosticktogethermoreeasily.Nimblefingersworkedquicklyaly;oeranotherarowofdumplingsemerged,readytobesteamed.Eachtastymorsertisticallyshaped,edgesstandingoutdistinctlyvisible.Shewaslikeasculptorpyingwithunmoldedcy,makioperfectspesofherowndesign.Soon,thirtywhitedumplingswerelyarrahesteamer,eachtheproductofherexagskill.

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