when i was two or three years old. i llived in a house that had a strange atmosphere. i do not remember anything about the house except the stairway. it was dark, squeaking, and quite narrow, and its steps were a little hight for me to climb up. Fom the bottom of the stairway, its seemed like and endless climb to the top . Beyond the darkness at the top of the stairway, three was an elegant, middle - aged lady leaning against thewall. i had to pass her every time i went my room. for my room beyond the stairs on the secod floor . the lady wore a beautiful dress with quiet pattern and a tinge of blue .and her pesaceful eyes stared at me every time i went up the stairs. As i carefully climbed up the last step. her eyed becamme fixed on me. She didn t talk. nor did she move. shejust stood there and watched me clamber up the stairs. One day i touched her. but she did not react. her face did not change Now i khow the lady was a mannequin My aunt. who lived in the house. used it for her dressmaking class. i did not khow my mother. maybe i imagined that mannequin standing at important place in my earliest memories.
three was an elegant.