It was a cold summer morning, unusual for the small town. There had always been long, blistering summers, but this one was different. Everywhere you'd look there were people working thorughly, as if they hadn't even noticed the coldness of the day. In particular, the Smith family was the most hardworking.On the hillside neighboring the family property one could see men and women moving like ants at work. The landowner had entrusted his family to work hard from early morning till the sunset. Tonight there would be a party and the landowner wanted to be there, so everyone worked hard to get the job done. The night finally arrived and everyone gathered in the ballroom to see the infamous captain Marshall. He finally showed up.The captain entered the large room with a high silly feather. He made his way straight ahead, to kiss the hands of the women standing by the window and then he stepped across to shake hands with his old friend. Everyone was watching him closely, curious to see what he's going to do next. After a small chat with his friend, he poured a drink and talked to a couple of women. His night was cut short when a boy approached and whispered something in his ear. He left in a rush, leaving everyone wondering what had happened. His face showed no emotion neither did his posture. A proud man who left without having to excuse himself, his simple presence was emposing.
Am încercat să fac să pară că e o pagină dintr-o carte de povești, pentru că altfel nu le puteam lega. Am înlocuit cuvintele pe care nu le-ai înțeles, sper să fi fost aproape de sensul adevărat. Succes :)
