Dear, Oh so dear Lyuda

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story about giving love

Submitted: February 10, 2014

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Submitted: February 10, 2014

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Dear, oh so dear Lyuda
 
There once was a woman who lived in a town. One day a man from another town came to her town. He happened to see this woman. He saw she wore fine furs and dressed in the fashion of the day. For a long time he watched this woman as she walked through the community. He watched her talk and smile at those around her. He wished to him she would talk and smile in this manner.
 
Then woman happened to see this man also. She saw he was a plain man. He dressed in plain clothing. She did not know him and thought he must surely be from another town. She did notice how he watched her and became curious why he had came to her town. She went to him and asked "Why have you come to my town/"
 
The man replied "I am a simple man seeking life. I was drawn to this town because I felt the fluttering of the wings of angels.
"Why do you watch me as you do?" the woman asked.
The man replied "I watch your smile and it warms my heart. I see your beauty and it brightens the day. I hear your voice and it soothes life's sounds in my ears."
"I wonder if life will grant me even the shortest of moments with you?" He said then he fell silent looking into her green eyes.
 
"I do not know what life will grant you but for me to have interest I would need to see more than a simple man seeking life." She said as she walked away. She looked back at him over her shoulder. This single look caused him to follow her as she walked on. He followed until she entered through a door of a house. He watched this house until she appeared at an open window.
 
As she stood at the window she looked out at him. He could see that she turn her head as she looked at him from the corner of her eye's. "Why does this simple man watch me?" She asked no one. "I could not be interested in a simple man wearing simple clothes standing in the street. What does he have to offer?" then she turned and left the window.
 
The next morning the man went to the baker and spend part of the money he had to buy the best pastry. He stood outside the woman's open window as the baker delivered what the man had bought. The door this woman had entered the day before opened and she took the pastry. Then this woman appeared in the open window. She delicately held the pastry as she touched it to her lips and slowly ate it.
 
He could she again was watching him from the corner of her eyes. The man was so delighted to see her eating his presentation he said "I have spend part of my money so you would have something sweet. I thought that when you ate of this it would bring a smile again to your lips and you would know I did this."
 
She looked at him and he saw the morning light. "How could this make me smile when I have nothing to drink with the pastry." She said as she turned and left the window. Her golden hair shined as the light surrounded her.
 
The next morning the man again went to the baker then went to the dairy man to buy a tasty buttermilk. As the man stood outside the open window the baker and the dairyman delivered the gifts to the woman. She again appeared at the window holding a pastry and a glass of the milk. The man watched as she ate and drank and he felt happy to see the pleasure on her face.
 
He was so happy he said " I have spent more of my money so you would have something tasty and maybe you would be happy I gave you this."
 
She looked at him as he stood in the street outside of her window "How could this make me happy when there is no smell of flowers filling the morning air?" She turned a left the open window as the man saw her petite figure disappeared into the rooms shadows.
 
The next morning the man again was standing in the street outside the open window as the baker and the dairyman arrived. Before they knocked to deliver their goods three florist arrived and covered the ground outside the open window with layer upon layer of flowers and rose petals. So many were the flowers and rose petals the morning air was filled with their fragrence.
 
The woman appeared in the window smiling and breathing in deeply of the flowered air. She ate the pastry and drank the milk and smiled at the man standing in the street. "This is so beautiful what you have done these past few days." she said in a voice soft to his hearing.
 
"I am with the greatest of joy I have in some way brought you happiness. I have spent all my money making your day pleasant and doing all this for you." He said as he knew his day would now be filled with her joy and happiness.
 
Hearing his words her smile vanished, "You have spent all you have?" She turned her face away and looked at him from the corner of her eyes.
 
"You have nothing left for tomorrow?" She said as she stepped away from the window with only a portion of her petite figure visible.
 
How should I come to the window and open it tomorrow when all I will find is a simple man standing in the street?" Then she closed the window and was gone.
 
The man turned and walked back through the town where he had first seen this woman. As he walked he remembered the places she had been. As he walked past the bakery the baker saw him and said, "I am sorry for three days you sent her my finest pastry and it was not enough."
 
The simple man relied "It was enough. For these days I was part of your pastry that touched her lips and she consumed me. For this I am grateful and I thank you."
 
As the simple man past the barn of the dairyman the dairyman saw him and said, " I am sorry my buttermilk was not good enough for her."
 
The simple man replied "It was more than good. Every day she drank your milk I was part of the milk. With every cup I became part of her and was in her. For this I am grateful and I thank you."
 
Before the simple man came to the edge of town he past the florist shop. The shop was bare of any flowers and had nothing else to sell. When the florists saw the man one said, "I am sorry our flowers were not good enough for her. You gave her all we have and now the other women of our town wish so much less from their men. We have nothing for them and they would be happy with but a single petal."
 
The simple man replied, "Do not think your flowers were not good enough. The fragrance of a single one of your flowers would have filled the air. I wanted to give her all I could so she would remember me and the day everything was for her."
 
At the edge of town the simple man turned and looked back at the florist, the dairyman and the baker and in the distance he could see the house with the door and the closed window.
 
"These days have been wonderful" he said aloud. "If I never pass this way again I will remember them as my happiest. This woman was pleased when I touched her lips and was consumed into her and her world was made pleasant if even for a short while."
 
The merchants waved at him as he began to continue his departure. Then the simple man stopped and again turned back at them. In a voice filled with satisfaction he admonished the them "If another stranger or even a simple man comes to town and sees this woman" the merchants paid close attention "Help this man, even if he is a simple man, to do what he can to bring happiest to her. Know that to my final days I will be pleased at knowing her and blissful in my memory of her."
 
"If all my world for love I wished the best I could give to her," then he was gone.
 
 
 
S. Lemuel
2014


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