Arthur Golden. Memoirs of a geisha (№ 304256)

I was barely fourteen, but it seemed that I had lived two lives. My new life had just begun, and some time ago ended. Several years have passed since then, as I learned the sad news about his family, and the landscape of my thoughts miraculously changed. To replace a winter landscape shrouded in snow the trees came the gentle watercolors of spring. I did not expect this sudden change of scenery in my life. After receiving news about his family, I seemed to be covered with a blanket of snow. But the snow has melted, and before my eyes appeared innocent, even in my dreams the landscape. I don't know how important it is for you, but on the eve of the debut I imagined a garden with plants breaking through the ground the colors that no one knows how they will look. In this imaginary garden, in the center, stood a statue of a geisha, which I wanted to be.