RECORD THIRTY-ONE
THE GREAT OPERATION
I FORGAVE EVERYTHING
THE COLLISION OF TRAINS
Saved! At the very last moment, when it seemed that there was nothing to hold to, that it was the end!...
It was as if you already ascended the steps towards the threatening machine of the Well-Doer, or as if the great glass Bell with a heavy thud already covered you, and for the last time in life you looked at the blue sky to swallow it with your eyes ... when suddenly, it was only a dream! The sun is pink and cheerful and the wall ... what happiness to be able to touch the cold wall! And the pillow! To delight endlessly in the little cavity formed by your own head in the white pillow!... This is approximately what I felt, when I read the State Journal this morning. It has been all a terrible dream and
