Book: The life of a loan. Page 2

We Italians are melancholic, although we look very different - and yet we are melancholic.

Holidays ... how to put it better ... make me sad. When arranging them, you always want to forget something ... but you cannot forget.

All day, invisible, he wondered to her, and she gave herself to the sound of his voice, just as she gave herself to the hot sky and the white glow of the sea. Clerfay was always with her, wherever she was, whether she slept under the pinia in the shadow of the statues of the gods, whether she read Petrarch or the "Confession of St. Augustine" on a bench, whether she admired the sea without thinking about anything, or sat on the terrace at that mysterious hour when dusk descends and the Italians say: "felicissima notte" * - at the hour when, at the will of an unknown deity, every question is strange in every word. The distant hum that filled the sky and evening with the thunder of the drums was heard constantly, and Lillian's blood flowed quietly and pulsated in unison. It was love without words.

- I really like you. Why don't I ever call you by name?
- No one calls me by name.
- Then I should be even more so called.

And you know, you're drunk, but it's very good for you.

- Then talk about it all the time. I need it like water and wine.

- Why do you live on the left bank? For romantic reasons?
- Randomly. That's the best motivation I know.

The most dangerous thing is that both the blue stocking and the Greek hetaira from the times of decline, which fate threw in Byzantium, coexist in you.

Your actions can never be foreseen. You obey special laws unknown to me.

- Garlic, moon and lies that I can not recognize in any way.

I feel like I've always been waiting for this night. The whole world that stretches behind the garlic-soaked porter's office is dead. Only we managed to escape.

At night, your skin glows like a shell from the inside. It does not absorb light, it reflects it.

She suddenly seemed to him terribly lonely, lonely, not abandoned.

- A lot. After all, there is almost always a war.