The weather's been wonderful since

The weather's been wonderful since yesterday, and I've perked up quite a bit. My writing, the best thing I have, is coming along well. I go to the attic almost every
morning to get the stale air out of my lungs. This morning when I went there, Peter was busy cleaning up. He finished quickly and came over to where I was sitting onmy favorite spot on the floor. The two of us looked out at the blue sky, the bare chestnut tree glistening with dew, the seagulls and other birds glinting with silver as they swooped through the air, and we were so moved and entranced that we couldn't speak. He stood with his head against a thick beam, while I sat. We breathed in the air, looked outside and both felt that the spell shouldn't be broken with words. We remained like this for a long while, and by the time he had to go to the loft to chop wood, I knew he was a good, decent boy. He climbed the ladder to the loft, and I followed; during the fifteen minutes he was chopping wood, we didn't say a word either. I watched him from where I was standing, and could see he was obviously doing his best to chop the right way and show off his strength. But I also looked out the open window, letting my eyes roam over a large part of Amsterdam, over the rooftops and on to the horizon, a strip of blue so pale it was almost invisible. "As long as this exists," I thought, "this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?"

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Vrijeme je bilo divno od jučer, a ja sam živnuo dosta. Moje pisanje, najbolja stvar koju imam, dolazi zajedno dobro. Idem na tavan skoro svako
jutro dobije ustajali zrak iz pluća. Jutros kada sam otišao tamo, Petar je bio zauzet čišćenje. Brzo je završio i došao do gdje sam sjedio onmy omiljeno mjesto na podu. Nas dvoje pogledao u plavo nebo, goli kestena blistav sa rose, galebove i druge ptice blještave sa srebrnim jer obrušila kroz vazduh, a bili smo tako pomicati i zanesen da ne možemo govoriti. On je stajao glavom protiv debljine snopa, dok sam sedeo. Udahnuo smo u zraku, pogledao van i kako su smatrali da je čarolija ne bi trebalo biti raskinut s riječima. Mi smo ostali ovako za dugo vremena, i kada je morao da ide u potkrovlje da kotlet drva, znao sam da je dobar, pristojan dečko. Popeo se ljestvama u potkrovlje, a pratio sam; tokom petnaest minuta je cijepanje drva, mi nije rekao ni riječ ni. Gledao sam ga odakle sam stajao, i mogao da vidi da je očigledno radi sve od sebe da isecka na pravi način i pokaže svoju snagu. Ali isto tako sam pogledao kroz otvoren prozor, ostavljajući moje oči lutaju preko veliki dio Amsterdama, na krovove i na horizontu, striptiz plave tako blijedo da je gotovo nevidljiv. "Sve dok to postoji," Mislio sam, "to sunce i ovo vedro nebo, i dokle god mogu uživati u njemu, kako mogu biti tužan?"