The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

THE EQUINOX young and beautiful in the precision of its mechanical actions. She let her eye fall upon him and wondered... . Presently he had done digging and set to cut her some flowers, looking at her all the while, already feeling strange and new sensa- tions, sweating in an uncontrolled Sukshma-Pranayama. Alack-a-day, fellows! That was a fine lady for a poor ignorant moujick to behold. She stood, to the end of his days, for a divine apparition. Had he known of OUR LADY HECATE, (blessed be he who murmurs her name with awe! may she gleefully look upon us!) he would have considered his vision to be a visit of the great Goddess (her name be rapidly uttered in the Vault of our beloved Brethren the Ka D Sh Knights of v P.A... P.P. v). To cut our tale short, for the time is approaching for our libations, the peasant heard the voice of the Lady. She thanked him, him, a poor peasant, her slave, and left him to his work. Her image, however, remained clear before his eyes and he did not fail in his description of her. Well, little Piotr heard it all. As there was but one woman in the whole world whom he loved, the description of another woman did not in the least attract his attention. Only when mention was made of her magnificent jewels did his ears stand up. “What are ear-rings?” he asked of Ljubov, when he felt her tiny hand in his, a little later. “ They are beautiful things, Piotr,” she answered. “ They are beautiful to the eye.” “Hah!” he sighed—for that was the one thing he could not well realize. “They are stones with fire or water in them.” 304