Book2:KigdomIteDreams

erraticspeechtotheflowers,butthebeautieswereattuohiminspiritaouandthathewishedtoseparatehimselffromthemforthemomentanddidnotwanttoseethem.Angelica,poeticasaloioacloudbythemoonandexcimed,

    “Lookeveryone!Doesn’tthatcloudlooklikeDimitriwhenhehashadabittoomuchtodrink?ical,jollyandsolikeable!”TheyalllookedandagreeditdidresembleanintoxicatedDimitri.

    “Dimitrihasdisappearedintothinair”saidelle.“Ifhecoulddoso,hewouldalsobeabletoebackthesamewayfromthinair.”Aishalookedattheeveningskyandsaid,

    “ThelifeofalegendaryfiguresuchasDimitriislikeadream,leavingnotracebehind...Butthen,whoselifeisn’tlikeadream,overiwinklingofaneye?”Decemberweatherwasextremelyerratic.Darkcloudssuddenlygathered,obsgthem