【短篇】OLE AND TRUFA ( A Story of Two Leaves ) ZT

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OLE AND TRUFA ( A Story of Two Leaves )
by Issac Bashevis Singer
The forest was large and thickly overgrown with all kinds of leaf-bearing
trees. It was in the month of November. Usually, it's cold this time of year
and it even happens that it snows, but this November was relatively warm.
The nights were cool and windy but as soon as the sun came out in the
7 r8 d# [3 k3 ^2 _mornings it turned warm. You might have thought it was summer except that
2 D7 n, B+ c0 `9 w( W. Sthe whole forest was strewn with fallen leaves - some yellow as saffron,
some red as wine, some the color of gold, and some of mixed color. The
leaves had been torn down by the rain, by the wind, some by day, some at
6 \3 z/ H$ ]6 ]/ Unight, and they now formed a deep carpet over the forest floor. Although
their juices had run dry, the leaves still exuded a pleasant aroma. The sun
shone down on them through the living branches, and the worms and flies
which had somehow survived the autumn storms crawled over them. The space
beneath the leaves provided hiding places for crickets, field mice, and many
other creatures who sough protection in the earth. The birds that don't
migrate to warmer climates in the winter but stay behind perched on the bare
9 E& a4 A- O* Z1 rtree limbs. Among them were sparrows - tiny birds, but endowed with much
courage and the experience accumulated through thousands of generations.
. ^# j4 n# J8 z+ Q& ^: N$ I8 w8 Q0 SThey hopped, twittered, and searched for the food the forest offered this
) a7 W2 U1 ?! C- ptime of year. Many, many insects and worms had perished in recent weeks, but
- r, W$ z* y( o5 n7 Bno one mourned their loss. God's creatures know that death is merely a phase
: R% W- |$ P8 V8 \7 m0 K" Vof life. With the coming of spring, the forest would again fill with
2 Q# U& D% }. y, g% K# e$ ngrasses, green leaves, blossoms and flowers. The migrating birds would
  d& k* \6 k8 ]( p7 breturn from far-off lands and locate their abandoned nests. Even if the wind
or the rain had disturbed a nest, it could be easily repaired.
On the tip of a tree which had lost all its other leaves, two still
/ w' q( m, O$ h& _remained. One leaf was named Ole and the other, Trufa. Ole and Trufa both
hung from one twig. Since they were at the very tip of the tree they
received lots of sunlight. For some reason unknown to Ole or Trufa, they had
survived all the rains, all the cold nights and winds, and still clung to
the tip of the twig. Who knows the reason one leaf falls and another
remains? But Ole and Trufa believed the answer lay in the great love they
: v3 Z) ^" [, L- k$ A( ~. c: kbore one another. Ole was slightly bigger than Trufa and a few days older,
/ t, x6 n1 K0 Zbut Trufa was prettier and more delicate. One leaf can do little for another
when the wind blows, the rain pours, or hail begins to fall. It even happens
in summer that a leaf is torn loose - come autumn and winter nothing can be
, O" W7 o9 }& ^. p; P, udone. Still, Ole encouraged Trufa at every opportunity. During the worst
# C; [9 x3 s  h7 {' K1 L$ Sstorms, when the thunder clapped, the lightning flashed, and the wind tore
off not only leaves but even whole branches, Ole pleaded with Trufa: "Hang
on, Trufa! Hang on with all your might!"
/ @% b; F# K7 i+ X/ \3 P9 v0 R$ [At times during the cold and stormy nights, Trufa would complain: "My time
has come, Ole, but you hang on!"
"What for?" Ole asked. "Without you, my life is senseless. If you fall, I'll
fall with you."
, }' M: l7 ]- C6 T* x"No, Ole, don't do it! So long as a leaf can stay up it mustn't let go..."
"It all depends if you stay with me," Ole replied. "By day I look at you and
admire your beauty. At night I sense your fragrance. Be the only leaf on a
tree? No, never!"
"Ole, your words are so sweet but they're not true," Trufa said. "You know
very well that I'm no longer pretty. Look how wrinkled I am! All my juices
have dried out and I'm ashamed before the birds. They look at me with such
pity. At times it seems to me they're laughing at how shriveled I've become.
& k; C6 A* ?. E3 NI've lost everything, but one things is still left me - my love for you."
, P: I" V) a1 v6 [- p"Isn't that enough? Of all our powers love is the highest, the finest," Ole
said. "So long as we love each other we remain here, and no wind rain or
storm can destroy us. I'll tell you something, Trufa - I never loved you as
: i3 G" f) L* Fmuch as I love you now."
"Why, Ole? Why? I'm all yellow" "Who says green is pretty and yellow is not?
; W8 s( n( P: \* l. h2 z2 [1 j' eAll colors are equally handsome."
And just as Ole spoke these words, that which Trufa had feared all these
7 ?, @, z) H& [0 ]9 H! |months happened - a wind came up and tore Ole loose from the twig. Trufa
began to tremble and flutter until it seemed that she too would soon be torn
# A! j7 {) q* E6 [; Oaway, but she held fast. She saw Ole fall and sway in the air and she called
to him in leafy language: "Ole! Come back! Ole! Ole!"
# N( m$ U' r. W: E/ N0 Z/ xBut before she could even finish Ole vanished from sight. He blended in with
3 M# y' a% y- v7 v' R9 zthe other leaves on the ground and Trufa was left all alone on the tree.
7 u" w; i: O# s- x$ GSo long as it was still day, Trufa managed somehow to endure her grief. But
when it grew dark and cold and a piercing rain began to fall, she sank into
# M6 ^/ e0 M; R. v* Mdespair. Somehow she felt that the blame for all the leafy misfortunes lay
with the tree, the trunk with all its mighty limbs. Leaves fell but the
trunk stood tall, thick and firmly rooted in the ground. No wind, rain, or
+ {% U- I: B$ x. Yhail could upset it. What did it matter to a tree which probably loved
( T; g- G. e! w0 nforever what became of a leaf? To Trufa, the trunk was a kind of God. It
* _. `. M) k) ]# kcovered itself with leaves for a few months, then it shook them off. It
8 q1 z2 M4 Z) q) I/ N4 H2 C2 g) n9 Bnourished them with its sap as long as it pleased, then it let them die of
thirst. Trufa pleaded with the tree to give her back her Ole and make it
+ D$ S/ ^' f1 N/ f' ^4 c3 nsummer again, but the tree didn't heed, or refused to heed, her prayers...
+ e! Y2 X8 Q: C$ P0 W$ NTrufa didn't think a night could be so long as this one - so dark, so
frosty. She spoke to Ole and hoped for an answer, but Ole was silent and
gave no sign of his presence.
Trufa said to the tree: "Since you've taken Ole from me, take me too."
: W, d* v" f7 C# c4 GBut even this prayer the tree didn't acknowledge.
1 I; q) `, r$ l1 C  oAfter a while, Trufa dozed off. This wasn't sleep but a strange languor.
/ O1 [" Y  U9 C) jTrufa awoke and to her amazement found that she was no longer hanging on the
tree. The wind had blown her down while she was asleep. This was different
from the way she used to feel when she awoke on the tree with the sunrise.
All her fears and anxieties had now vanished. The awakening also brought
with it an awareness that she had never felt before. She knew now that she
' M8 S; G( p. _2 D6 C( }9 s, \wasn't just a leaf that depended on every whim of the wind, but that she was
1 Y* a% q* ?/ u" g# ^  e- Z7 Za part of the universe. She no longer was small not weak not transient, but
part of an eternity. Through some mysterious force, Trufa understood the
# M" W/ }+ Z* q' _miracle of her molecules, atoms, protons, and electrons - the enormous
. y0 i: F) I4 b; Y! q- z  Jenergy she represented and the divine plan of which she was a part. Next to
5 R( T; w/ f+ g, h. lher lay OLe and they greeted each other with a love they hadn't been aware
of before. This wasn't a love that depended on chance or caprice, but a love
as mighty and eternal as the universe itself. That which they had feared all
/ E9 `8 L$ k  r3 B8 Pthe days and nights between April and November turned out to be not death
but redemption. A breeze came and lifted Ole and Trufa in the air and the
3 q- [2 y0 M  wsoared with the bliss known only by those who have freed themselves and have
9 v1 r! d/ Y! ~2 g1 Ejoined with eternity.

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