9/22/2023 0 Comments Happy game crackThen I only just remembered that I had also often heard him whistling during the Journey to the East. I nearly addressed him in the moment of my initial joy and surprise. It was Leo not only the Leo from the directory, it was Leo himself, our dear traveling companion and servant Leo, whose disappearance ten or more years ago had brought us so much sadness and confusion. It was a very slim, hatless man, not very tall, who walked there, and now my feelings was changed to certainty. The door of the house was opened and someone came out, and his walk was like his whistling, light and jolly, but steady, healthy and youthful. Then I heard a door being opened upstairs and soon I also heard footsteps on the stairs. “He will now make a light up there,” I thought, but everything remained in darkness. The tune, with its simple variations, was finished. It was growing dark but there was still no light in any window. At the same moment, however, I immediately realized that this whistling was the fulfillment of all my wishes, that the whistler must be Leo. His beautiful, far-seeing old man’s look seemed to say: “You stay there, one does not hear whistling like that every day.” The old man’s glance cheered me. He saw me standing and listened too, just for a moment, then smiled at me with understanding as he went on. An old man with a sick, sunken face went by. For several minutes I stood there rooted to the spot and listened. Or if I did, it was perhaps that it must be a very happy and amiable man who could whistle like that. I stood and listened, enchanted, and at the same time strangely moved without, however, having any kind of accompanying thoughts. The music was banal but the whistling was wonderfully sweet, with soft and pleasing notes, unusually pure, as happy and as natural as the songs of birds. The tune stirred my memory and some dormant recollections came to the fore. ![]() I did not know anything yet, but I listened. ![]() FROM The Journey to the East by Hermann HesseĪS I APPROACHED the house of which I now knew every crack and fissure in its grey-green plaster, I heard the tune whistled of a little song or dance, a popular tune, coming from the upper window.
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