
Well, I read the cutest book recently. I got it from a library book sale. (If you like books at all, and you've never done a library book sale, it's something you have to do!) The last one I went to was in Fort Benton. We got to fill big, brown paper bags with books for a dollar a bag. Or maybe it was fifty cents. Of course some of the books I picked were falling apart, but I found some real treasures. Like this one I just finished - Fathers and Children by Ivan Turgenev. It was translated from Russian and printed in 1917. And it was so true to life. It's about a man who's son returns home from years away at college and the challenge that faces him when he realizes that his precious son has grown up. And in the process, grown farther away from him. Through a series of events the boy comes to the same realization as his father. That there is a gulf now between them. I won't tell you how the story plays out, but you can imagine it for yourself after you read the last lines of the book. Warning! This may be boring. Especially if you didn't read the book. But I love it!
"...Can it be that love, sacred, devoted love, is not all-powerful? Oh, no!
However passionate, sinning, and rebellious the heart hidden in the tomb,
the flowers growing over it peep serenely at us with their innocent eyes;
they tell us not of eternal peace alone, of that great peace of 'indifferent' nature;
they tell us too of eternal reconciliation and of life without end."
THE END
However passionate, sinning, and rebellious the heart hidden in the tomb,
the flowers growing over it peep serenely at us with their innocent eyes;
they tell us not of eternal peace alone, of that great peace of 'indifferent' nature;
they tell us too of eternal reconciliation and of life without end."
THE END