Book1:TeDream-Maker
igureofahoboinanolive-coloredsafarihat,well-worndarkbrownthreequartercoat,short,loose,ill-fittingtrousersandarmybootswithnosocks.Heemptedtogetnearher,alwayshatadistaharoseinhishand.Hiseyeswerefullofadorationandheseemedtowanttopresenttherosetoher,butdidnotdosooutofadeepinferiorityplex.AtfirstSamanthascoffedathim,thinking"Howdareahobolikeyouthinkofgettingnearme?"Butastimewentby,shegotusedtoseeingthefamiliarfigure,whichbyhisveryreticepiquedhercuriosity,andgraduallyhadaninprehensibleaffeforhim.Shefoundherselflookingforhiminthecrowd.Oernoon,shesucceededinshakingoffthecrowdofpeoplethatusuallysurroundedherandquietlyslippedoutafterthefashionshow,intendingtotalktothe"hobo".Shewasdisappoiofindhewasobeseen.Undaunted,shegotintohersilververtibleanddrovearoundthenearbystreetslookingforhim.TheParisstreetswerelovelyinApril,withflowersbloomingeverywhere.Finally,shesawhimiaingaloneonabench,talkingearlytotheroseinhishand,saying, "Howesuchabeautiful,delicateflowerlikeyoucouldgrowfromthedirtysoil?Thisisanamazingmiracle..."Obliviousofthecuriouseyesofpassersby,hedidnotevennoticehercarstopinfrontofhim,untimelodiousvoicebrokeintohisreverie, "Wouldyougivethatrosetome?Iwouldbegdtohaveit.”Dimitrilookedupandsawthewomanofhisdreamssmilingathim.Theireyesmetandtheysmiledateachotherinunspokeanding. Olive-coloredsafarihat,well-worndarkbrownthree-quartercoat,short,loose,ill-fittingbcktrousers,andarmybootswithnosocks...Butwhatanoblesoultheseraggedclothescovered!Helookedlikeamandownonhisluck,butt