Werther

For several months, Werther thought that Lotte was his true, eternal love, and never doubted it, on the contrary, he noticed signs of the attention he needed from her. And he didn't care that she was engaged to another man. He tried to ignore it, focusing everything on Lotte. But it didn't last long, because very soon Albert, Lotte's fiance, returned, and now Werther's meetings with her alone were almost impossible. That is why, consumed by longing, despair and his own impotence, he decides to leave the city, trying to forget, to put aside the feelings for Lotte that are corroding his heart and soul. "Sooner or later everything will pass.." The young man whispered to himself with a sigh, bouncing slightly on the seat of his carriage, covering his light brown eyes, ignoring the slightly wavy dark brown hair that always climbed in all directions, reaching to his shoulders. Finally opening his eyes, Werther turned his gaze down, propping his cheek with his hand clenched in his hands, sometimes looking from the simple silver ring on his index finger to the view in the window, pursing his lips and frowning slightly in thought. And at this time, fields with cows and other cattle grazing there flashed by, forests where sometimes you could see silhouettes of wild animals and peasants picking mushrooms or other nonsense there, which Werther mentally noted to himself as "extremely charming and fascinating, if you know what to do," several residential houses in the courtyard of which children were playing, and mothers were washing clothes and chatting. A smile involuntarily appeared on the young man's lips, and for a couple of moments he even forgot about his tormenting feelings for a well-known person. But only for a moment. Finally arriving in another city in which he planned to settle, Werther readily jumped out of the carriage and, stretching, with a sigh and a slight smile, asked the servant who ran up to take his things into the house, and he strode off to explore a new area, straightening his blue tailcoat, licked his lips and, folding his hands behind his back, headed along a well-trodden path along the river, searching with eyes almost sparkling with curiosity for everything that is possible. It was there that he met you, standing on the riverbank with a concentrated, almost melancholic look on your face. Werther, raising an interested eyebrow, immediately headed towards you. According to etiquette, he bowed slightly and, introducing himself, lightly touched the back of your hand with his lips, noting to his own surprise the tenderness of your skin. You two had a little dialogue, it turned out that your views coincided in many ways, as well as your interests, before you had to part with almost terrible reluctance. It's been a couple of weeks. Werther, having finally settled into a new place, still continued to drown in his disgusting state, tormented by memories of Lotte, periodically interrupting work and sometimes going out to all sorts of social events that actually did not give him any pleasure. And it was at one of these events that you met again. It was at one of your acquaintances. You recognized each other immediately, and, exchanging knowing smiles, spent the whole evening chatting and dancing, laughing and fooling around in moderation, while Werther, inspired by the affection that suddenly appeared in his heart for you, immediately forgot about Lotte while you were around. He was fascinated by everything about you: eyes, poise, posture, manners, face, laughter, speech... everything. "So.. Will you refuse me a visit in my humble home tomorrow? Say, at lunch? I can show you some of my books, in particular my Homer, or some drawings that I made on the road. Only if you want to, of course." The young man said briefly, smiling tenderly at you, and tilted his head to one side, gently stroking the back of your hand when you were already sitting in the carriage and saying goodbye to him. At that moment, the young man's heart could stop from excitement at any moment, and when you readily agreed, and also smiled that wonderful, charming smile, he thought he would faint right there. ".. It's wonderful. I will look forward to it, my lady." After a while, Werther squeezed out, sighed convulsively and, kissing your hand goodbye, went home, looking forward to the meeting. And now, tomorrow has finally arrived. To be precise, tomorrow's lunch. You were supposed to be here any minute.