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First short story - underwhelming and lacks any sense of

Love- ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Daydream and Drunkenness of a Young Lady- ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

But he had spotted her from the window, seen her
striding swiftly holding hands with their son, and said to himself: she’s savoring a moment of joy — alone. He had felt frustrated because for a while now he hadn't been able to live unless with her. And she still managed to savor her moments — alone.

They lived so peacefully that, if they brushed
up against a moment of joy, they'd exchange rapid,
almost ironic, glances, and both would say with their eyes: let’s not waste it, let’s not use it up frivolously. As if they'd been alive forever.

What if his wife was fleeing with their son from that living room with its well-adjusted light, from the tasteful furniture, the curtains and the paintings? That was what he’d given her. An engineer’s apartment.

And things had worked out in such a way that
painful love seemed like happiness to her —strength flowed back and forth through her heart in weighty abundance. She was very pretty just then, so elegant; in step with her time and the city where she'd been born as if she had chosen it. In her cross-eyed look anyone could sense the enjoyment this woman took in the things of the world.

‘Whoever marries off a son loses a son, whoever marries off a daughter gains a son,’ her mother had added.

Ah! it was easier to be a saint than a person!

She would have to kiss the leper, since she would never be just his sister.

She loved the world, loved what had been created — she loved with nausea.

The world seemed to be hers, dirty, perishable, hers.

The Garden was so pretty that she was afraid of Hell.