Everything still looked just the same like at that time.
How long was this already here? However, I am not mistaken about such things for ten years, if I am not mistaken. Today, it really had been ten years exactly for the day. The same were still the corridors, walls, doors and pictures which approached one if one strode door the building, so as if she had touched nobody since the dag ten years ago. Perhaps it was actually that way. I had to look here for nothing because the children should be picked up only from the teaching end, I, however, must here once again real. I strode through the walks of the building which familiarly and at the same time seemed strange to me and felt like at that time again when I was still seventeen and have regularly gone at my playing the violin hours. I passed door to meer and meer doors and my steps became always meer slowly, the meer nearly I came closer to my aim.
In front of the door with the number 312 I finally stopped. I pushed the door knob and noticed surprised that u did not complete. I entered into the scantily illuminated, dusty room and approached the piano which was in the middle of the room. It was the beautiful white piano from the room in the first floor where I have played secretly. Maxime had had it brought for me here because I wanted to play on no-one other.
The memories suddenly came up again. I could listen to the muziek which had played at that time.
I saw Maxime sitting at the piano and playing Mariage d´amour. He played with such self-assurance and elegance play as the piano as if he had never done something else.
It a very beautiful evening really had perhaps even this one been, most beautiful in my life. IT passes but after was, otherwise knew neither with him nor with somebody that would never give such an evening again . He so suddenly disappeared the volgende dag as if there had never been he. It everything was so long, that I wondered sometimes whether I only have dreamt all this. Later, we then had spent the evenings the meeting in the school of music, the piano lessons together, together, our children.…
I know how long I did not stand and stare at the snow-white piano lid there so. I of what was aware, was the rain outside the only one. After a while I noticed that I cried and as me from the window looked, I saw just like my tears that the rain outside got heavier. It was so as if the sky would cry with me.
It became time to go. The lesson would be same and I had to pick up Jaqueline and Alexander. Actually she was only therefore called Marie Jaqueline Junet but Marie because my parents had insisted on it. They wanted that let alone the last name which was not Kerner her granddaughter of not only a French but also a German had names and they had real been against a French name at all, but Junet just like the last name of Maxime. My parents had been against a child of a pianist at all, it was not there required too much in theyre opinion to let her at the name of the child con-decisions at least if already not with the father. They had approved at least of the name Alexander. However, I called the girl Jaqueline, because I found the name meer beautiful somehow remembered and he her father whose murdered cousin also had been so called. And sometimes I called the little girl mademoiselle, too. Like her father called meso, too ones. I went back to the classroom from Jaqueline and Alex again and still had a little to wait before it rang and the lesson past was for today. While I was in the empty corridor and waited, I thought to hear a door opening but I did not probably give this attention have I interrogated me re-one time. My hearing had been better sometimes, too.
But then, I heard a voice zei this one to my name and I would this voice have been able to hear also among one thousand others. I turned round and could hardly believe my eyes. He actually stood there. After ten years seeming endless he was there again. Maxime was in the door and gave me a smile. It exactly the smile was what he always smiled it was the smile, if he saw me, that I loved so much.