Book1:TeDream-Maker

silybroken.Soisthehumanspiritfragileandeasilyspliments,likethestointoapoolofcalmwater,breakinganddisturbingitspolished,mirrorlikesurface,shatteringtheimage．

    Justthen,thedooroftheshopopenedandoutsteppedacharmingblonddycarryingsomeparcelsshehadbought．Herappearancemagicallybrighteheatmosphereliketherisingsunintheearlym．SeeingDimitristandinginfrontofthewindowtransfixedbythedispy，shenoddedandsmiledpolitelyasshepassedby．Butsoonshewasback，saying，

    "Couldyoudomeafavor,sir?Mycarwon’tstart．Wouldyoubesokindastogiveitashove?"

    "Sure,mypleasure,”saidDimitri,wakingfromhisreverie．

    Bythesideofthestreetarkedabigoldsedaheluxurycarspopurinthe1960s．Initsday，itmusthavebeenaofenvy，butnowitwasold