Tender night

In the old hall, the wanderer remained motionless as if asleep, his eyelids drooping, his upper body leaning slightly forward, his hands spread loose on his knees, his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him. Sorrow and sorrow were like a shadow, and the color of his water-red shirt had faded, and time would never move on him. The sun of tomorrow seemed irrelevant to this man.

I felt myself back in the hall as I ran, striding towards the man with such loud steps that he did not raise his head.

"Here, here you are." I put five hundred dollars in his hands, he is caught blankly as if do not know me like to me, look at the money, he still do not believe, and look at me, and look at the money. "Go and buy something hot to eat!" Speak gently to him. "You," he murmured. "Next time you ask someone for an excuse for money, remember that the boat ticket from Grand Canary Island to Danarive is five hundred dollars, not two." I say it sincerely. "But I still have three hundred on me!" He suddenly cried out with pleasure.

"You what?" I couldn't believe my ears. "Isn't that it? 'he cried again.

I ran out again in a hurry. Time was running out, and I could not go back to the past and wonder if what the man had said was another lie. He was really a clever man, and I pointed out that he had another three hundred dollars on him.

He rushed into the dock, drove over the gangway, drove into the cabin, pushed the triangle-wood against the tires, took out his cloak from the back seat, and went up the elevator to the coffee-room. He bought milk and meat and bread, carefully carrying the food, pushed the heavy door, and went out on the outer deck.

The passengers were already on board, and only a third mate in a dark blue uniform rimmed with gold was pacing up and down the stairs. The ship's bell rang, and the third mate signaled for the ladder to be collected.

At that moment, at the far side of the quay, a little shadow, waving a ticket desperately, came running this way, Shouting, chasing, and I leaned over the side and looked down. The ladder to be collected stopped and waited again.

The man, running up the ladder, bent over, panting and coughing.

When I saw the water-red shirt again, the bread in my hand fell into the water with horror, and Heaven forgive me that this man really wanted only a ticket, and my face burned with shame.

He's on board, he's on board, and he's standing on the deck below me, and by God, I've tortured a soul in real need, and I've inflicted so much undeserved embarrassment on that poor fellow that night, and he's not lying to me, and he's just what he says he is, and it's only two hundred dollars to cross the sea.

The man inadvertently raised his head. I stepped back and retreated into the shadows. Forgive me. It is too late to take back the pain I have inflicted on you.

As the ship plodded through the waves into the dark sea, a Spanish song was played gently: "Tell me ━ why, why are there so many lonely people in the world ━━" The night, like a blanket, gently covered me.

The night, like a blanket, gently covered me.