Book1:TeDream-Maker
rithoughtofhisownyouthwhichhadbeenenvelopedinapalebluemistofsorrowandmencholy． "IfIcouldlivemylifeagain,Iwouldspenditinhappinessandenjoyment,happyandcarefreeasthoseteen-agers,”hethought．Nearhim,ayoungmotherandherone-year-oldboywerepyingtogetheronthegrasswiththeirgolderiever．Thelittleboy，justlearningtowalk,chedhischubbyfistsandmadeboxingmovements，whithisdotingmotherintopealsofmerriment．Suddeumbledandfell．Hismotherrushedtohisaid，buthesatonthegrassandugheduproariously．Thedograojointhefunandlickedhisface．Themotherpickedhimupandhuggedhimtightlytoherbreastsandhecspedhisarmsaroundhernedkissedhersmilingfacerepeatedly，hisughingeyesasbrightasthetwinklingstars．"IfIwerehe，hoy1wouldbe!”thoughtDimitr