The Dancing Man [antikvár]

Once, in a poor village by the Baltic Sea, there lived an orphan boy named Joseph. When he was still very small, Joseph knew that life in the village was dreary and hard. No one laughed. No one danced. But Joseph saw that all around him the world danced. Fire danced in the hearth. Trees swayed with the wind. Clouds danced in the sky. Even the sun and the moon moved across the heavens. When his work was done, Joseph ran to the shore and felt in his bones how the waves danced in the sea. And Joseph longed to move, to sway, to dance with the world. He dreamed that, one day, he would dance down the road from village to village, even as far as the southernmost sea. But he told no one. No one would understand.