20th July 1819
Today is a good day for a story about mountain walks.
Yesterday was an adventure. I have enough of meditation,
and I guess so do you.
Without further ado, let me cut to the chase.
When I laid quill down, I ran straight to our guest to welcome them duly on the
porch. My husband also came few minutes later. Catherine opened the door of carriage
and we found... his brother. We both were satisfied but not astonished.
After welcoming, we met again in the dining room.
It was the time of dinner. After sumptuous and satiating meal, we went for a
walk to the park. This is where the idea of going to mountains immediately
bloomed in our heads. Brother insisted hard to head to the lake which is luckily
not too far from our home.
What a romantic aura to see how delicate waves of
mountains are barely seen in the distance. This is so mysterious, intriguing, even
dark. How such giants can so easily disappear and become blurry in the clouds?
High flight is chilly, stabbing, like I was only
wearing lace. Only this excitement of achieving something thanks to power of
your own body can give you satisfaction. This is billion times better to see
this dead water than grey and demonical movement of swarm of city. Civilization
is false and mountains are honest like English gardens.
When world is full of false people and wicked
ways, it is better not to trust anyone of anything. Intuition, you are real and
close to nature – be my leader!
Brunette enjoyed view to the fullest, and then we
headed back in. Sun started setting slowly in the west. It was a perfect moment
for recalling the best memories of childhood. He is older than William, so he
remembers a little more. I have been listening stories never revealed with pleasure.
Exemplum, his love to hunting was born thanks to reading books with
pictures of animals. That is true, William is really fascinated about diversity
of fauna, what his room shows up the best. The beauty of nature is seen easily to his
eyes too. He loves watching ducks in the bright sky the most.
I could share a good memory too – when I was
fifteen, I liked to steal my older brother’s military dress and walk around
dressed like this. Our servant could never find difference between me and real
owner of these clothes!
When we got home, brothers decided to play billiard,
and I went to my rooms. Now I am with you, my dear diary. Once I have read that
this sport has medieval origin. Did you know?
Something is meowing under my feet… Kitty! Ah,
William! I knew that you would do it one day! What is that little piece of paper
under collar, little one? For woman of my dreams everything! W. I am so
moved! William! You do not play?! You are standing behind the door and smiling
warmly to me under the nose?! My heart, my love!!
I am not able to write more! See you soon!
*Few minutes later*
My husband stood behind the door indeed. Moments
after I put quill down to admire my new friend, he came in with a book in his
hands - Julie or The New Heloise by Jean Jacques Rousseau. He sat next
to me and we read for a second together. Few letters of lovers were vibrant in
the air expressly and theatrically.
This romance was a little scandalous, but the way
story goes makes it sound so beautiful and lightweight. I love it after
few first pages. I could feel my cheeks turning red.
When he realized he is tired, he stood up, kissed
my forehead, and left. It was good to spend some time together with my soulmate.
Now I am writing again, and I am also going to sleep soon. Today I will not be
alone, kitty will sleep beside me. It will be warmer for me, and for her. I
hope that is she… I really hope so! Otherwise, my William may be mad, but do
not we wonder anymore. Dot. Goodnight!
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