In the ghostly half-dark of the white nights, everything seems ghostly and unreal: Love? Tears? A girl on the bridge? Fateful passions? A sense of duty? An engagement? Betrayal? What happened—and what didn’t? What is true—and what is a lie? What occurred—and what was only imagined?
Ah, those white, white nights… You’re certainly only a game of nature. But the heart—the poor heart longing for love—is it to blame that it believed you?
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