Book: Memoirs of a geisha

Under dignity, I mean the sense of confidence that is not characteristic of a light breeze or a ripple.

It is amazing, but my moth was a kind of two extremes. My existence was as changeable as the water flows all the time changing its direction, and the moth was like a stone that does not change.

Going out into the world, we do not leave what had been our home.

Most nights passed in restless thoughts. It seemed to me that inside me is a huge pit, bottomless and empty, like the whole world was nothing more than a giant's hall without a single person.

A little girl of five or six, still have not heard anything about Kyoto, I knew a boy named Norbu who lived in our village. He was a good boy, but he smelled really bad. I think that's why it didn't. When he spoke, it paid exactly the same attention as the singing bird or the croaking of frogs, and the poor often Norbu of grief cried. A few months after my escape, I began to understand what his life was like, because to me stopped talking, except for those cases when you gave me an assignment.

The day I met this man was the best and the worst in my life.

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.

This evening I found that feeling a sense of heaviness in the body, can move with great dignity. And when I represented the President, watching me, my movements began to convey such depth of feelings that each gesture in the dance was addressed to him. Rotation around its axis with her head bowed could Express the question: "When will we be able one day to spend together?" Outstretched hand and an open fan expressed gratitude for what he has made me company. Closing dance fan, I was trying to say that for me there is nothing more important than to please him.

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.

It is better to lose arms and legs than a family and a home.

I sighed, and it was a very deep sigh because it contained many smaller sighs, one sigh of disappointment, the other sad... and still don't know what.

Remembering how cruelly Hatsumomo treated me all these years and how I hated her, I would have had to inspire this plan. But the opportunity to make Hatsumomo suffer wasn't fun for me. I remember as a child swimming in the pond near our tipsy house, I felt a terrible burning sensation in my shoulder. I got bit by a wasp and tried to get rid of my skin. I was confused, but a boy tore the wasp with my skin and was holding her by the wings. All began to decide how to kill her.
I have a very sore shoulder, and I, naturally, did not feel good to her feelings. But I have sore in my chest from thinking that this tiny creature nothing can save from death, from which it was separated moments. Now I'm having the same feelings toward Hatsumomo. Many evenings in a row we chased her through Giono until then, until she returned to ocau just to get rid of us.

I'm reminded of a dancer, from childhood rehearsing dance for performance, that will never happen.

If Nobu-San wants to convince me that he is not angry, he should be more friendly and not act like a Panther, which several months were not fed.