THE GREEN KING (part 29)
----------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------
The Photographer
from Salzburg
He went back
down to the second floor.
This was the
floor where his parents had always lived. Hannah had turned the large hallway
it the marble floor into a border, which neither children nor servants could
cross without her express permission. On one side, the one whose windows faced
the front, were the common at a right angle by a huge pantry and the kitchen
and, at the other end, perpendicular to the serving rooms, the library, so
large that it reached both sides and, in a way, united them.
He pushed open
the doors to his right. This had been Hannah’s private apartment, forbidden
territory. Now completely empty. Even the tapestry had been removed with great
care. Hannah’s large bed had been there, between this two windows facing the
inner courtyard. Reb had been born in that bed, as had his sisters. Walking in
a direction parallel to the hallway, he came to her boudoir. Empty. Then to her
study, where between his birth and Mina’s, Hannah had prepared, successfully of
course, a doctorate in philosophy. Empty also.
The next room
beyond the connecting bathroom had been his father’s. It was completely
furnished. But he did not recognize the furniture. Also the bed would not have
suited his father; it was too high; the invalid could not have lain down it
would help.
He opened one
closet, then another. Inside them, uniform, many of them, similarly bedecked
with stars and decorations. Underwear and shirts, meticulously ironed, were
piled on the shelves. He saw shoes of all kinds, some low-heeled, with laces.
On two coatracks, some unquestionably civilian clothes. He touched them..
….. but his
gaze was already on the last door, the one leading to the library.
TO BE CONTINUED
____________________________________
I LOVE YOU…
I LOVE YOU…
I LOVE YOU…
I LOVE YOU…
I LOVE YOU…
I LOVE YOU…
Tidak ada komentar:
Posting Komentar