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Show 119 he sang to the stars. "Yulyona," he sighed. "I know what I'll do!" he shouted to a rustling tree. "On Monday I'll sing my s..sonnet for her. She'll love it. I love her. Yes I do," he told the tree, whose falling leaves whispered in response. Karl was sensible enough to take off his shoes before he climbed the stairs to his room, awakening neither of his parents. His fingers fumbled for a long time with buttons before he shed his outer clothes and crawled into bed in his underwear. Little Henry, who shared the bed, slept like a stone, which was lucky, because for what was left of the night Karl thrashed in his sleep. His dreams blazed with Yulyona. At a little past nine on the morning after the wedding, Karl walked up the hill toward the Russian Orthodox Church. Sometime during the reception the night before he'd asked someone -- he couldn't remember just who it was -- what time services were held at the church, and they'd told him nine o'clock. His head felt clearer than it had at 6 a.m. when his mother rolled him out of bed to go to Sunday mass at his own church. He hadn't heard any of the sermon because his thoughts were full of Yulyona, throughout mass, during the walk home, while he ate breakfast |