Book2:KigdomIteDreams (第1/246页)

    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,thefleshbodyw