Prometheus by Marieta Maglas (good book recommendations .txt) 📖

Content:
1.Chapter1-Alexander........................................................................................................page 8
2.Chapter2-The Dream House.............................................................................................page18
Chapter3-Alexander and Ella Met Michael....................................................................page 29
4.Chapter4-Michael and Nora Have Problems with their Family Responsibilities.............page 36
5.Chapter5-A Very Strange Visit.........................................................................................page 56
6.Chapter6-The Director of the Theater Hosting a Charity Ball in Aid of the AIDS Patients...............................................................................................................................page 85
7.Chapter7-Alexander's Mother Had a Heart Transplant..............................................................................page 117
8.Chapter8-The Pregnancy......................................................page 136
9.Chapter9-Mary Went to Visit her Grandmother...............................................................page 155
10.Chapter10-Alexander and Ella Gave a Party.................................................................page 178
11.Chapter11-Laura and her Deepest Secret......................................................................page210
12.Chapter12-The Village School.......................................................................................page 230
13.Chapter 13-The Dream...................................................................page249
14.Chapter14-Mary Returned Home having new Ideas........................................................page270
15.Chapter15-Prometheus...................................................................................................page290
16.Chapter16.- The Hunting Accident and the Mysterious Stray Bullet................................page310
17.Chapter17- Michael and Lisa Decided to Live Together...................................................page335
18.Chapter18.- Agony and Ecstasy......................................................................................page364
19.Chapter19-The Funerals .................................................................................................page388
20.Chapter20-After Ten Years..............page415
21.Chapter21 The Weddings..........................page449
22.Epilogue.......................page483

Chapter 1

 

Alexander

 

I've opened the door. You came to me in the middle of the night. You came like a king, walking slowly through the darkness towards the outside. Your eyes sparkled like two dazzling emeralds. I loved your feline eyes in that darkness, as indomitable as those of a tiger. Your eyes were gentle like the eyes of a child at the same time. You didn't say anything. You never told me anything important. Only when you entered our own secret places, well known secret places of the body, there you told me everything. Therefore, I didn't ask you anything. I invited you to eat. You ate unleavened bread and you drank a cup of wine. Then you laid on the bed. I had a bed in the next room. The white bed litter was sprinkled with oil of lavender. You just fell asleep, or it seemed to me to be so. I thought you were asleep but you were too tired to sleep. Then I opened the window. It was raining outside. I felt the breeze on my face and in my nostrils. I tasted the rain on my lips and I felt it on my tongue. I crouched in a corner of the room. An old song was played on the radio. The singer sang his love song. The timbre of the singer's voice was like yours. I felt protected and loved. The timbre of his voice seemingly vibrated farther, into a hole. An invisible space opened up inside me and you slowly filled it with your love. Suddenly, I heard you playing the guitar. I turned off the radio. ''Why don't you sleep?''I asked him. ''I think a little bit more seriously than before about our relationship. Promise me that you will never leave me. '' ''Why should I leave you? I love you. ' ''I cannot live without you. '' '' I will never leave you. I cannot live without you, too. ''

The fire was burning in the fireplace. The fire was burning down for the night, and the damper remained open to allow the smoke to vent. The flames danced their shadows in the darkness on the white walls. I wanted to sleep peacefully in your arms. I found myself in your arms. I needed to feel your touch all around and I needed to hear your voice. When we were both about to fall asleep, I wanted to sleep extremely close to you like the first day we made love, listening to the rain. No one has ever made me feel so special. I closed my eyes again. I thought I slept a little when I felt you gaze upon me, I felt your lips on my hair, and I felt your warm hand touching my hand. You played thoughtfully with my fingers for a few moments. I suddenly felt that you've slipped a ring on my finger with a very gentle movement. I didn't know why you pressed the stone with your finger. I fell asleep immediately. I felt you in my dream. You were still there. You were like a child. Love seemed to be the same as yesterday. It seemed to be like playing a shuffle beat on your guitar.

It seemed like a foggy vacation. I could not see you clearly enough but it was you, my dream man, the man of my dreams, the man I love and the love of my man at the same time, entering my life and changing it forever. The flames worm into deep curves with the passing darkness, forming a deep depression of an empty space on the walls. From time to time, they vibrated their redness. In my dream I saw your dynamic shadow projected on the wall. They became one single image, simultaneously moving up and down, retaining themselves in some kind of manifested creative void. More specifically, they merged. This was the total end, for you and I understood this. You made me going crazy. I loved you and I would probably have done anything for you. I had got you and I anchored you in my own fecundity. I anchored you onto the earth. Next, I breathed up all the fecundity and the vibrancy of the earth, inside and outside my physical being, clearly being filled with light. It was like an absorption; I felt the happiness filling me and I opened my eyes. You slipped inside me and I could feel you flowing slowly. We became one like two bodies in a single body at the same time, signing up the love cry mysticism of our feelings.

Suddenly, I felt the thrill of the eternity. Rays of love crept in and crept out again and they caught the shoulders of our souls. I felt the flow and the entwining of our merging souls. An internal vibration filled the space inside. It was like a Chopin sonata. We became only movement and emotion, movement and emotion. The heaven opened. No one else was more beautiful than you. I saw a child so much loved by God like no other child of this world. Your love hugged me tighter and snuggled more closer than ever before. You became my prince for eternity. We couldn't move our bodies any longer. It was our divine inheritance and our freedom. I felt that we no longer needed our bodies to make love. I felt that it was not a dream;I felt that it was the reality. I fell asleep next to you without dreaming anything. I felt safe with you. Standing behind me, I felt your sweet kisses. The mattress cradled you in comfort throughout the night. In the morning I looked for you and you were not there. I saw your shadow on the soft white bedding. It seemed to embrace the memory of my feelings. The perfume of your body dulled my sense. I thought you were gone as usual without saying anything. I turned on the radio and I heard the same song. Outside, the sun seemed to mash the sky with its shine. It was a typical spring day. I didn't know why there it seemed to be so much light around. Perhaps I felt the light supple and much more stronger than usual. I've never felt such a strong feeling. Again and again, I was waiting in my solitude. But I came out and you were there working as a simple peasant. ''I knew that you would stay in this 'guerrilla' forever, '' I said.

I could not remember if I told you or if I only intended to tell you this but it was less important. I entered the house. I went to the Child with His Mother Mary. So I bowed down and worshiped Him.

 

Chapter 2

 

The Dream House

 

 

  The house sat on a mountain,providing a wide panoramic, picturesque

image. There was a unique stepped roof garden creating some sloped

ceiling lines. Inside of the house, there were our dramatic

spaces.

 

 

   This mountain house was designed by an architect who died, so the

house was destined to be ours. All I could see was a  cloudy meadow

with fir trees in the Carpathian mountains. The clouds seemed to sweep

the barren ridges of the mountains. I ate my breakfast and I kept

looking around,being so worried that I might actually see something

dangerous . I didn't find anything that could scare me in that area.

 

You entered the house . You had an edelweiss in your hand.

 

''I picked it up yesterday afternoon for you,'' you said.''And I

brought you some goat milk. There is enough goat milk for your food

.Sometimes people feel like crossing over a line of no return .So ,I

have that feeling with you now. If you drink milk , be kind and drink

it for me too.''

 

I took the enigmatic white flower and I put it into a vase.

 

''A beautiful flower for your free beautiful lips which stab me from

time to time with words. I kissed you with all the words I had ,don't

forget this.''

 

You turned to me and said again,''I'm the man. I have slipped a few

words on the tongue, that's my mistake.''

 

There were a few Belgian white rabbits in the courtyard and a baby

deer. You took the gun and you went to hunt. You had taken a look at

me before leaving. You had big blue tough eyes and your face was

tensed. I never saw you being more serious than you were at that

moment.

 

While you were away, I did the housework and I prepared the dinner. I

prepared a steak with Parmesan butter, balsamic glaze, and arugula

with grilled  vegetables. I also made a dessert. Then I sat at

my computer and started to write my article . I looked out the window

and I saw an eagle rotating in flight .

 

I thought you were like Prometheus,chained to his rock, because you

tried to change the mentality of the people for obtaining a change in

their social status and it is almost impossible to do this.

 

In fact, the society will always be slowly changed and never abruptly

modified. It's very hard to think that society will be changed without

using the laws for doing this. I know that you think that people make

the law. When the mentality of people changes ,the law changes too. And

the society can be changed through this thinking. When people start to

understand this, the society starts to change.

 

I thought of your inner fire which always burns stronger than

usual,illuminating everything around;illuminating a petty and bizarre

society where life unfolds for free according to a pattern. A society

with no sudden or major changes,like a building supported on rotten

poles which can collapse anytime. You were burning like a torch. I

understood from you that those principles of life must be changed in

their essence.

 

I sat at the computer and started to write the article. I was an

editor working for one local newspaper and I used to sign my articles

with a pseudonym. I signed as Ella. My articles never appeared on the

first page but they were read by many people. I began to write...

 

The Article

 

“Sometimes ,it is very important to know if you can or cannot get the

same goals as your community ,especially when the personal attitude is

not very important for them . When do people feel real hurt? Do we

really need to destroy the feelings of the people around us and to

hurt them for our own social goals? Maybe we must say the truth about

these attitudes instead of glossing over them. When my goal is against

the community and I have enough power to change the facts,all I get is

a less powerful community. What have I done,in fact ? I've made myself

powerless. And I reached a point where I am fully incapable to solve

the problem.

 

Some people of the society are dreamers. Their dream can tell us

exactly what needs to be changed in our life. We can change the

attitudes we have in ourselves or in front of others, or we can change

the people around us. The dream can also express a great goal. We know

that dreams have the potential to change people for the rest of their

lives. The inner change is always connected to the outer change.

 

Just asking people to change is complicated. Generally, the rational

people have a positive response to all the incentives afforded in

their lives. They need to change their own lives and to increase their

good behavior.

 

Sometimes