He considered for a moment, then started to play a piece that was very familiar to Ruth, although she had no idea what it was. It was lilting and wistful, and she could have sung the melody if she had wished." Alright?" He raised his eyebrows inquiringly." Yes. Exactly."It was effortless and perfect, and he played it through to the end, closing with the softest and most delicate chords, which hung and faded in the quiet hall like the grains of dust raining through the evening light. Ruth was touched. It was all she had wanted. He did not move until there was complete silence again, then he closed the lid without saying anything, and stood up, shoving back the chair.. "What was that piece?" "A Brahms waltz."" Hasn't it got a name?" she wanted it to remember." Number fifteen. Opus thirty-nine." It hadn't sounded like numbers to Ruth. K.M. Peyton
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The quote above was written by Leo Tolstoy in his book A Confession. It's the story of a man who has just returned to his family after years away. His family is very happy to see him, but the man is not very happy, because he had lost all hope for himself and his future. His wife thinks that he is wrong to be so gloomy, but she does not know why her husband is acting like this; she only knows that he seems sad and unhappy.

And so the wife tries to cheer him up. She tries her best at getting him out of his sadness. She brings him outside, takes him on walks through the garden, plays games with him and sings to him, ...

He hears all of this, but does not react; he seems not to notice any of it. Finally, the wife understands what he needs; she knows that she must do something for her husband, who is like a son to her. And so the woman makes herself small and begins to crawl towards her husband on all fours.

She tries to smile at him and then looks into his eyes, looking deep into them as she holds his hand. "You're not going to die," she says."Yes," he answers."I won't let you," she continues. "I won't let anything happen.""You can't," he says."You can't?""No," he says."That's good," she says."That's good?""Yes," he says."Why?""Because I love you," [He] said [then]

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