Erich Maria Remarque. The life of a loan (№ 412523)

Tonight is Oberon's night. Everything here is enchanted: this bright light, these blue shadows and life itself, which seems both real and ghostly at the same time. Footsteps are not heard at all, everyone glides silently to the music. How passionately I dreamed of such a holiday, sitting in a snow-covered sanatorium with a temperature leaf over the bed and listening to music from Naples or Paris. On such a night by the sea, when the moon is shining and every breath of the breeze brings the scent of mimosas and flowering orange trees, it is as if one cannot die on such a night. People converge and, after being together for a second, get lost in the crowd to find themselves in someone's arms again. Before you more and more new faces, but the hands remain the same.