The mansion (English version)

(This is a rush translation. Version may not be in its final form.)

Lord Kevin loved entering the mansion like all mortals, watching the lights on upstairs, centered among the white columns. She always waited at the door.
- My love! One more year! She kissed his cool body.
Always liked the eighteenth century decor of the mansion, the wood of the doors, the golden details of the ceiling, the diamond chandeliers.
She had been a child who saw ghosts, lived in the decomposing mansion of her grandmother, and began to write the stories they told her in dreams. When they first met, on the day of the release of their first book on vampires (he wanted to get that nasty word out of the dictionary), she realized immediately when she looked into his gray eyes. Twenty years ago they were on the eve of Halloween; she loved to hear his accounts of what he had lived, especially about ancient Rome and Paris in the tumults of 1848.

She was interested in writing a novel about immortals amid bloody repression.
- Eight thousand people went to the Bordeaux cemetery to dedicate a monument to Flora Tristan, a feminist who died four years earlier. "The workers' union" spoke of emancipation of women and union of the oppressed. Is not it fabulous?
He gave her details about the "good wife" expected by everyone, "the order and discipline that kept the warmth of the home."
- The historian Michelet saw civilization as the fruit of the struggle between reason, spirit, man against matter, the Orient and woman ...
They dined on the table with twelve candles and six vacant chairs, the white moonlight streaming through the tall windows.


- You call me idealistic and romantic ... I never understood how an immortal being can approve the vulgar materialism and the worldview without moral values ​​of a Bávárov. The human being should be just an animal - but can mankind be stable with many animals like that?
They had been discussing Turgenev for years. Behind it all, her dream of to die for this life, her idealization of murder out of necessity, her insane quest for intensity. That's why he loved her.
"Did I tell you I met him?" He was vain, he loved a married woman, he walked elegantly through Paris, but I could see his blank stare. I watched him. He could not believe the weak generation of the 1840s, plunged into words because his Russia was still feudal ... He was actually suffering from the ill-treatment his mother imposed on the enslaved. But he was shocked at the idea that in this new world, glory would mean violence, not beauty.
- A young man in love says: "As a rule you should not miss people" ... The monster always suffers in the old films.

The fireplace was lit, despite the not too cold day. The noise of the night birds and the violin. She would not have imagined what he'd been through.
"I must say that every predator should fear for the end of humanity, which would be the end of his race. I have always believed that the strongest should prevail, just like any French aristocrat, but I see that complete extinction is a possibility. The working class admires those who despise it, wants to conquer a new apparatus, its ideal is to win alone. The new aristocracy does not produce more. The calculations are autonomous, lead to nothing but the irrational. At the end of the bourgeois plan is a fire, when each one took care of his garden and nobody watched the storm coming.
They walked through the green, the statue of Artemis in the lake full of plants.
Kevin felt himself in the presence of a feminine version of himself, could go with her to bed, could make his blood spurt out of pure desire of union. And yet they both knew it would never happen.
They sat on the bench as usual. She said:
"What I like most about the monster is that it has an ambiguous heart".

Afonso Junior Ferreira de Lima