Now it’s being rented out, with the one next door, for commercial offices. The entire house has now become offices for middlemen, and businessmen, and Companies. Ah, this room, how familiar it is. Near the door, here, was the sofa, and in front of it a Turkish rug; Close by, the shelf with two yellow vases. On the right—no, opposite, a dresser with a mirror. In the middle, the table where he’d write; and the three big wicker chairs. Near the window was the bed where we made love so many times. They must be somewhere still, poor things. Near the window was the bed: the afternoon sun came halfway up. … At four o’clock in the afternoon, we’d parted for one week only … Alas, that week became an eternity. [1918; 1919] To Stay One in the morning it must have been, or half past one. In a corner of that dive; in back of the wooden partition. Apart from the two of us, the place completely empty. A kerosene lamp barely shed some light.
