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Kabya at mid noon lying under a tree of day de pier camp was going through the Maupassant. Intolerable hot of summer and radiance of sunlight comes. The Côte d'Azur flowing over the edge falls on beach. Sun bath lovers are gathering. Kabya is lying under a tree of camp spreading a mat wearing half pant, scarf on head and no cloth in body. Two or there empty chairs in front. Going through the Maupassant often being dazed in dream, stare at sky through the gap of tree. That is get at sky which can not be touched. Some students from Poland have come in education tour. They have taken shelter in front of his camp. Some are running all rounds. Kabya looked at them with annoyance. He took it as throwing stone at his dreamy palace. Suddenly an occurrence happened. Kabya failed to understand either it was a dream or real. A lady of never seen beauty came to him. No, it was not dream but real. In front of eye could touch no sooner hand is spreader, He felt that his dreamy lady of blue eyes in front of him looking at. Without utterance- without touch talk indiscreetly, no hearing- no utterance impression on mind. To love some one without hearing or seeing, this is the love at first time; it is said fall in love. Expanding hand with smiling face she told in almost Borden English, hello, how are you, Kabya confusedly looked at her, incident of a moment, but it seemed that, six days of creation have passed, now story of glance begins. In requesting voice the lady said, could I take away a chair from here? Kabya gave consent shaking head like a fool. The blue eyed lady gave thanks with smiling face. Continuing smile she said, if you feel bore you can join with us. Within a moment removing animation Kabya replied, I feel proudly. Coming- coming by one minute. Blue eyed my azure. Kabya peeped through the gap of leaves at sky. Closing eye thought a while. Opened eye, turned back to his azure, fired eyes. Waving hand his azure is calling- incredible. Yes-really azure is calling him. Singing...
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