The Crushed Flower and Other Stories

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - His name was Yura. He was six years old and the world was to him enormous alive and bewitchingly mysterious. He knew the sky quite well. He knew its deep azure by day and the white-breasted half silvery half golden clouds slowly floating by. He often watched them as he lay on his back upon the grass or upon the roof. But he did not know the stars so well for he went to bed early. He knew well and remembered only one star - the green bright and very attentive star that rises in the pale sky just before you go to bed and that seemed to be the only star so large in the whole sky. But best of all he knew the earth in the yard in the street and in the garden with all its inexhaustible wealth of stones of velvety grass of hot sand and of that wonderfully varied mysterious and delightful dust which grown people did not notice at all from the height of their enormous size. And in falling asleep as the last bright image of the passing day he took along to his dreams a bit of hot rubbed off stone bathed in sunshine or a thick layer of tenderly tickling burning dust.