,,eve',s ,,diary   ,by ,mark ,twain     
,illustrated by ,lester ,ralph          
,translated from the ,original   ,part  
#b4    ,,sunday4--,it is pleasant again1
 now1 and ,i am happy2 but those were   
heavy days2 ,i do not think of them when
 ,i can help it4  ,i tried to get him   
some of those apples1 but ,i cannot     
learn to throw straight4  ,i failed1 but
 ,i think the good intention pleased    
him4 ,they are forbidden1 and he says ,i
 shall come to harm2 but so ,i come to  
harm through pleasing him1 why shall ,i 
care for that harm8    ,,monday4--,this 
morning ,i told him my name1 hoping it  
would interest him4 ,but he did not care
 for it4  ,it is strange4  ,if he should
 tell me his name1 ,i would care4  ,i   
think it would be pleasanter in my ears 
than any other sound4  ,he talks very   
little4  ,perhaps it is because he is   
not bright1 and is sensitive about it   
and wishes to conceal it4  ,it is such a
 pity that he should feel so1 for       
brightness is nothing2 it is in the     

heart that the values lie4  ,i wish ,i  
could make him understand that a loving 
good heart is riches1 and riches enough1
 and that without it intellect is       
poverty4  ,although he talks so little1 
he has quite a considerable vocabulary4 
,this morning he used a surprisingly    
good word4 ,he evidently recognized1    
himself1 that it was a good one1 for he 
worked in in twice afterward1 casually4 
,it was good casual art1 still it showed
 that he possesses a certain quality of 
perception4 ,without a doubt that seed  
can be made to grow1 if cultivated4     
,where did he get that word8  ,i do not 
think ,i have ever used it4  ,no1 he    
took no interest in my name4  ,i tried  
to hide my disappointment1 but ,i       
suppose ,i did not succeed4  ,i went    
away and sat on the moss-bank with my   
feet in the water4  ,it is where ,i go  
when ,i hunger for companionship1 some  
one to look at1 some one to talk to4 ,it
 is not enough--that lovely white body  
painted there in the pool--but it is    

something1 and something is better than 
utter loneliness4 ,it talks when ,i     
talk2 it is sad when ,i am sad2 it      
comforts me with its sympathy2 it says1 
,do not be downhearted1 you poor        
friendless girl2 ,i will be your friend4
  ,it ,,is a good friend to me1 and my  
only one2 it is my sister4  ,that first 
time that she forsook me6 ah1 ,i shall  
never forget that --never1 never4  ,my  
heart was lead in my body6  ,i said1    
,she was all ,i had1 and now she is     
gone6  ,in my despair ,i said1 ,break1  
my heart2 ,i cannot bear my life any    
more6 and hid my face in my hands1 and  
there was no solace for me4  ,and when  
,i took them away1 after a little1 there
 she was again1 white and shining and   
beautiful1 and ,i sprang into her arms6 
,that was perfect happiness2 ,i had     
known happiness before1 but it was not  
like this1 which was ecstasy4  ,i never 
doubted her afterward4 ,sometimes she   
stayed away--maybe an hour1 maybe almost
 the whole day1 but ,i waited and did   

not doubt2 ,i said1 ,she is busy1 or she
 is gone on a journey1 but she will     
come4  ,and it was so3 she always did4  
,at night she would not come if it was  
dark1 for she was a timid little thing2 
but if there was a moon she would come4 
,i am not afraid of the dark1 but she is
 younger than ,i am2 she was born after 
,i was4  ,many and many are the visits  
,i have paid her2 she is my comfort and 
my refuge when my life is hard--and it  
is mainly that4    ,,tuesday4--,all the 
morning ,i was at work improving the    
estate2 and ,i purposely kept away from 
him in the hope that he would get lonely
 and come4  ,but he did not4  ,at noon  
,i stopped for the day and took my      
recreation by flitting all about with   
the bees and the butterflies and        
reveling in the flowers1 those beautiful
 creatures that catch the smile of ,god 
out of the sky and preserve it6  ,i     
gathered them1 and made them into       
wreaths and garlands and clothed myself 
in them while ,i ate my                 

luncheon--apples1 of course2 then ,i sat
 in the shade and wished and waited4    
,but he did not come4  ,but no matter4  
,nothing would have come of it1 for he  
does not care for flowers4  ,he called  
them rubbish1 and cannot tell one from  
another1 and thinks it is superior to   
feel like that4  ,he does not care for  
me1 he does not care for flowers1 he    
does not care for the painted sky at    
eventide--is there anything he does care
 for1 except building shacks to coop    
himself up in from the good clean rain1 
and thumping the melons1 and sampling   
the grapes1 and fingering the fruit on  
the trees1 to see how those properties  
are coming along8  ,i laid a dry stick  
on the ground and tried to bore a hole  
in it with another one1 in order to     
carry out a scheme that ,i had1 and soon
 ,i got an awful fright4  ,a thin1      
transparent bluish film rose out of the 
hole1 and ,i dropped everything and ran6
  ,i thought it was a spirit1 and ,i    
,,was so frightened6  ,but ,i looked    

back1 and it was not coming2 so ,i      
leaned against a rock and rested and    
panted1 and let my limbs go on trembling
 until they got steady again2 then ,i   
crept warily back1 alert1 watching1 and 
ready to fly if there was occasion2 and 
when ,i was come near1 ,i parted the    
branches of a rose-bush and peeped      
through--wishing the man was about1 ,i  
was looking so cunning and pretty--but  
the sprite was gone4 ,i went there1 and 
there was a pinch of delicate pink dust 
in the hole4 ,i put my finger in1 to    
feel it1 and said ,,ouch6 and took it   
out again4  ,it was a cruel pain4  ,i   
put my finger in my mouth2 and by       
standing first on one foot and then the 
other1 and grunting1 ,i presently eased 
my misery2 then ,i was full of interest1
 and began to examine4  ,i was curious  
to know what the pink dust was4         
,suddenly the name of it occurred to me1
 though ,i had never heard of it before4
  ,it was ,,fire6 ,i was as certain of  
it as a person could be of anything in  

the world4 ,so without hesitation ,i    
named it that--fire4  ,i had created    
something that didn't exist before2 ,i  
had added a new thing to the world's    
uncountable properties2 ,i realized     
this1 and was proud of my achievement1  
and was going to run and find him and   
tell him about it1 thinking to raise    
myself in his esteem--but ,i reflected1 
and did not do it4  ,no--he would not   
care for it4 ,he would ask what it was  
good for1 and what could ,i answer8 for 
if it was not ,,good for something1 but 
only beautiful1 merely beautiful--  ,so 
,i sighed1 and did not go4  ,for it     
wasn't good for anything2 it could not  
build a shack1 it could not improve     
melons1 it could not hurry a fruit crop2
 it was useless1 it was a foolishness   
and a vanity2 he would despise it and   
say cutting words4 ,but to me it was not
 despicable2 ,i said1 ,oh1 you fire1 ,i 
love you1 you dainty pink creature1 for 
you are ,,beautiful--and that is enough6
 and was going to gather it to my       

breast4 ,but refrained4 ,then ,i made   
another maxim out of my head1 though it 
was so nearly like the first one that ,i
 was afraid it was only a plagiarism3   
,,the ,,burnt ,,experiment ,,shuns ,,the
 ,,fire4  ,i wrought again2 and when ,i 
had made a good deal of fire-dust ,i    
emptied it into a handful of dry brown  
grass1 intending to carry it home and   
keep it always and play with it2 but the
 wind struck it and it sprayed up and   
spat out at me fiercely1 and ,i dropped 
it and ran4 ,when ,i looked back the    
blue spirit was towering up and         
stretching and rolling away like a      
cloud1 and instantly ,i thought of the  
name of it--,,smoke6--though1 upon my   
word1 ,i had never heard of smoke       
before4  ,soon brilliant yellow and red 
flares shot up through the smoke1 and ,i
 named them in an instant--,,flames--and
 ,i was right1 too1 though these were   
the very first flames that had ever been
 in the world4  ,they climbed the trees1
 then flashed splendidly in and out of  

the vast and increasing volume of       
tumbling smoke1 and ,i had to clap my   
hands and laugh and dance in my rapture1
 it was so new and strange and so       
wonderful and so beautiful6  ,he came   
running1 and stopped and gazed1 and said
 not a word for many minutes4  ,then he 
asked what it was4  ,ah1 it was too bad 
that he should ask such a direct        
question4  ,i had to answer it1 of      
course1 and ,i did4 ,i said it was fire4
  ,if it annoyed him that ,i should know
 and he must ask2 that was not my fault2
 ,i had no desire to annoy him4 ,after a
 pause he asked3  ,how did it come8     
,another direct question1 and it also   
had to have a direct answer4  ,i made   
it4  ,the fire was traveling farther and
 farther off4  ,he went to the edge of  
the burned place and stood looking down1
 and said3  ,what are these8            
,fire-coals4  ,he picked up one to      
examine it1 but changed his mind and put
 it down again4  ,then he went away4    
,,nothing interests him4  ,but ,i was   

interested4  ,there were ashes1 gray and
 soft and delicate and pretty--,i knew  
what they were at once4  ,and the       
embers2 ,i knew the embers1 too4  ,i    
found my apples1 and raked them out1 and
 was glad2 for ,i am very young and my  
appetite is active4 ,but ,i was         
disappointed2 they were all burst open  
and spoiled4 ,spoiled apparently2 but it
 was not so2 they were better than raw  
ones4 ,fire is beautiful2 some day it   
will be useful1 ,i think4               
,,friday4--,i saw him again1 for a      
moment1 last ,monday at nightfall1 but  
only for a moment4  ,i was hoping he    
would praise me for trying to improve   
the estate1 for ,i had meant well and   
had worked hard4 ,but he was not        
pleased1 and turned away and left me4   
,he was also displeased on another      
account3  ,i tried once more to persuade
 him to stop going over the ,falls4     
,that was because the fire had revealed 
to me a new passion --quite new1 and    
distinctly different from love1 grief1  

and those others which ,i had already   
discovered--,,fear4  ,and it is         
horrible6--,i wish ,i had never         
discovered it2 it gives me dark moments1
 it spoils my happiness1 it makes me    
shiver and tremble and shudder4 ,but ,i 
could not persuade him1 for he has not  
discovered fear yet1 and so he could not
 understand me4