Book1:TeDream-Maker

．Thepassingoftimethesestfewdayshadleftabefuddledimpressioninhisthoughts．Hefoundithardtoascertaihertheywererealpeoplewhoactuallyexistedandcameintohislife，orjusttwobeautiesofhisimagination．Dimitritouchedhiseyesaaslightpain．Yes,onlyohingwascertain,hewasgoingblindonedayinthenearfuture．Sittingonthebenchbytheroadside,hewatchedcarafterby．

    "Willmysightbegoneinafsh,likethesecars?"hewondered．Hepoheeventsofhislifeandthoughttheywereuniqueindeed．Inreallife，hewasalwaysstrugglingwithadversity，findingresurreonlyinhisdreams，likealogier，nowfloating，nowsinking．Dreamsaypiledoneupoher,iingandmixedtogether.Suchwashislife．Hesawalongcigarettebuttonthegroundnearby,crushedbysomeone’sheels．Hepickeditup,rolleditsoftlyandcarefullybetweenhisfiomakeitroundagainandlightingit,sankbathebenchtoenjoytheluxuryofasmoke．

    "WhoamI?"heaskedhimself．"That’saneasyquestiontoanswer．IamwhoIam，avagabondwiththemirageofabeautifulheavenlykingdominmymind．Iliveandwanderarouhwithit.”

    Freaterpartoftheday,Dimitriwouldsitthereinatrance,seeminglydoingnothing,buthisbrainwasfuriouslyatwork．Itwashisdailyroutine,likethephysicalexerciseoftheaverageman．Justthen,hewashavingastrangevisiohisbodybehindandbecameohthetranquilevening，uhitspeadjoy．Inhismienthoughtofaencebeyondtheuniverse，carefreeandromantiottihanypessimisticthoughts．Undersuchcircumstances，he’dratherbelieveiheoryofReination，notiouslevel，butonthelevelofpoetitasy．Butthehought,no．Soul,reinatiolife,theseareonlythebrainchildofclever，profoundphilosophers,notreallypractic