Book2:KigdomIteDreams

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    Withthebagoffoodinhisarms,Dimitrileftthehall,walkedbrisklythroughthelongcorridorandtur.Hisroom,#102,wasthestohatwihisbagoterandpulledopentherefrigeratordoortoaddtheperishableitemstohishoardofeggs,hamandsausagesalreadyinthere.Heybecauseallthisfoodshouldsthimatleastaweekortwo,whichmeanthecouldroamfreelyinhislittlekingdthatintervalwithouthavingtosetfootoutsidehisdoor.Dimitrilovedtoliveinhisownimaginativerealm,unencumberedbyirrelevantoutsideintrusion.Now,withtheprivacyofhisownroomandallthisfood,hecouldliveinaworldofhisown,freefromtheinterferehemundaneworld.Hecouldliveassecludedalifeasthehermitwhobuildsashathedeepestvalleyofthemountainsinpursuitofthefeatofloivity.

    ofpipinghotcoffeeinhishand,hewalkedintothelivingroomandsatdownonthesofabythewindohisersuitefacedthestreetontwosides,andthenoiseandvoices,itrasttohisquietlife,wereorohisloneliness.Occasionally,hewouldcallouttosomeoneheknewandexgecasualwordsorbanter.Hissimplelifewentquietlyon,alternatiweensleepandwake.Justthen,thatenormousresplepeaappearedagainbeforehiseyes,andthenvanishedasquicklywithoutatrace.Heinhaleddeeply,histhoughtsstillonthatfleetingglimpsehehadofthepinkpea.Someonepassedbyhisroom,boungabasketball.Dimitriwasdeepinthought.Whatwasthesignificeofhislife,nowthathewasblind?Anotherboutofboungbasketball.Hesuddenlyrealized:Thatyoungmanboungthebasketball,couldjumpupandthrowitaccuratelyintothebasketfromanyahatgavehimasenseofaplishmentandhappiness.Actually,thefleshbodywaslikea