Goffstein's book is a different book every time you read. "I and my neighbors" became a completely different book when I read it before and when I was reading a book. The characters in her book always observe the opponent carefully and check the shadow of her. The shadow's shape and the color vary depending on the condition of the sun, so it looks different for readers. There is no same shadow.
When the work of "Me and Neighbor" approached the end, and when the book was printed at the printing shop, I was sitting in a chair and drinking cocoa, and another "I and my neighbor. ] Began.
My "I and my neighbor".
In the fall, a person came next to the vacant house.
The neighbor is wounded in my heart. There was something and I moved here alone. I can't help but be worried about her since I saw her waving on a moving truck.
I came here a few years ago. Originally, I was not social, and I had almost never exchanged words with others in recent years. I've been relieved that my neighbor was an unoccupied house all the time, but a new neighbor has finally arrived.
I went to say hello as soon as my neighbor came, and I decided that when I realized that someone would go. But when I went out, I suddenly started making pies that I had never made. I was gaining time. Until I decided to jump into my neighbor's house, I kneaded my dough and calmed down.
She was a nice person. And he seemed lonely and was warm. While listening to her story, I was sleepy and tired. It's been a long time since I felt this kind of peace, but I left the pie I brought without eating. She seemed to need time alone. And to me.
In the winter, I found my neighbor being shoveling snow. She rarely comes out and works actively with a shovel. I rushed out and started snow shoveling. Talking to her, the biggest chance to get to know is finally here. But she finished his work and entered the house. I called out, but I couldn't reach the voice, and only the sound of a dry door called Batan was sucked into the snow. I became sad. I was always like this. At that time, at that time, it was like this. I'm always idle and my thoughts don't reach anyone. I can't be satisfied with the snow shoveling. The tears overflowed without stopping, and countless holes were made in the snow. At night, I sat in front of the fireplace and thought about my neighbor.
Spring has come. The number of opportunities to exchange words with my neighbor has gradually increased. I wanted to invite me to my house because it was warm. Before that, it should be easy to clean up, but it was a full -fledged cleaning. I had time again by cleaning. I didn't know how to invite my neighbor. In the first place, it may be annoying. You may not think about me well. I couldn't step on it.
At that time, the bell at the entrance rang. Who responded with a low tone. In front of the door, a neighbor with a lilac flower stood. I was completely confused and danced. I just received the flowers and talked about it, and I returned without tea. Oh, what! On that day, I couldn't sleep easily because I was so sick of myself. I'm always like this.
It was summer.
I had to leave this land soon. Before that, I wanted to talk to my neighbor. I felt like I shouldn't leave here without doing that. There are four bowls in the neighbor's garden. I knew it was for rabbits, but picked up and headed to her house. I need help to knock the door. "This is you, I forgot," she gently accepted me, as she knew everything.
We ate breakfast together and talked about various things. Words overflowed as if we had cut the weir. They have been, sad, happy, and a little better, but still need time. I talked a lot. I never said. Let's drink cocoa together after the snow shoveling next winter. It was a proposal that would change the world's largest, the biggest world. Next year and next year, we will drink cocoa at each other's house. I've been here all the time, and it's going on. I was very happy with that feeling.
When one "Me and Neighbor" is over, the next "Me and Neighbor" begins. The shadow is always similar, but not the same.
Tonkachi H.O