Arthur Golden. Memoirs of a geisha (№ 303810)

Since, as the President approached me, I had completely forgotten about his search for predictions of the future. But the handkerchief in his hands reminded me of a packet of a moth, and I realized that I finally got the sign. I took the bundle, bowed and tried to say the words, nor in any way convey the full depth of my gratitude. I thanked him for the coin and not even for the fact that he was late because of me. I thanked him for... Even now I can't explain why. We can say, for what he showed me: in me there is not only cruelty.
I looked after him with a heavy heart, although pleasant, if one exists. Let's say you are the best evening in your life and you feel sad to see how it ends, although you are grateful for what he was. For a short time I went from a confused girl, living an empty life, a girl with a purpose in life. But it happens in life, right? And I think if you were in my place, you would have had the same experience.