The House On The Hill [antikvár]

PART 1 It was a beautiful summer evening. Paul was happy. No more exams. College was finished. Now he needed a job. He wanted to be a writer and work for a newspaper. But first he needed a rest. It was hot in the house. There was no wind. 'I'll go for a walk,' said Paul to himself. 'I'll go down to the river.' Paul lived in a small town and he was soon outside in the country. He walked near the river and watched the water birds. Suddenly, he saw the girl. She was standing alone, looking into the water. She was young, and very beautiful. She had long, dark hair, and she was wearing a pretty white dress. Paul went up to her. 'Hello,' he said. 'What's your name?' 'I'm Maria,' she said, and she smiled at him. Paul and Maria talked for a long time. The sun went down. It was nearly dark. 'I must go home,' said Maria. 'Where do you live?'asked Paul. 'In the big white house on the hill,' said Maria. 'Where do you live?' 'In the little brown house near the market,' said Paul. They laughed. But Paul was sad. The house on the hill was big and important. Maria was rich, and he was poor. And Paul was in love. 1