#Mopete ______________________ mopete in his inmost self one night, mopete settled himself at his ease in a chair by the fireside to read the news in the evening gazette - behind him, mounting to the attic, the stairs creaked when the firelight flared and bit off part of a step. the room rustled more when mopete turned another page to read what was written about one thing or another. from time to time he'd note a good idea on his cuff, later to rewrite it, before going to sleep, on the wall above his bed. the table beside him held a bottle and two glasses (he had expected his good friend that evening - but he hadn't come). hovering over the entire scene, peace and quiet pleasure. the level in the bottle fell a few fingers at a time, in steady measure. #2019books #elisium #snapabook #gabrielliiceanu #mirceaivanescu https://www.instagram.com/p/BtMODi1nNue/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nz50u7fmhmfz
