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Sometimes
we
went
off
the
road
and
on
a
path
through
the
pine
forest
.
The
floor
of
the
forest
was
soft
to
walk
on
;
the
frost
did
not
harden
it
as
it
did
the
road
.
But
we
did
not
mind
the
hardness
of
the
road
because
we
had
nails
in
the
soles
and
heels
of
our
boots
and
the
heel
nails
bit
on
the
frozen
ruts
and
with
nailed
boots
it
was
good
walking
on
the
road
and
invigorating
.
But
it
was
lovely
walking
in
the
woods
.
In
front
of
the
house
where
we
lived
the
mountain
went
down
steeply
to
the
little
plain
along
the
lake
and
we
sat
on
the
porch
of
the
house
in
the
sun
and
saw
the
winding
of
the
road
down
the
mountain
-
side
and
the
terraced
vineyards
on
the
side
of
the
lower
mountain
,
the
vines
all
dead
now
for
the
winter
and
the
fields
divided
by
stone
walls
,
and
below
the
vineyards
the
houses
of
the
town
on
the
narrow
plain
along
the
lake
shore
.
There
was
an
island
with
two
trees
on
the
lake
and
the
trees
looked
like
the
double
sails
of
a
fishing
-
boat
.
The
mountains
were
sharp
and
steep
on
the
other
side
of
the
lake
and
down
at
the
end
of
the
lake
was
the
plain
of
the
Rhone
Valley
flat
between
the
two
ranges
of
mountains
;
and
up
the
valley
where
the
mountains
cut
it
off
was
the
Dent
du
Midi
.
It
was
a
high
snowy
mountain
and
it
dominated
the
valley
but
it
was
so
far
away
that
it
did
not
make
a
shadow
.
When
the
sun
was
bright
we
ate
lunch
on
the
porch
but
the
rest
of
the
time
we
ate
upstairs
in
a
small
room
with
plain
wooden
walls
and
a
big
stove
in
the
corner
.
We
bought
books
and
magazines
in
the
town
and
a
copy
of
"
Hoyle
"
and
learned
many
two
-
handed
card
games
.
The
small
room
with
the
stove
was
our
living
-
room
.
There
were
two
comfortable
chairs
and
a
table
for
books
and
magazines
and
we
played
cards
on
the
dining
-
table
when
it
was
cleared
away
.
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Guttingen
lived
downstairs
and
we
would
hear
them
talking
sometimes
in
the
evening
and
they
were
very
happy
together
too
.
He
had
been
a
headwaiter
and
she
had
worked
as
maid
in
the
same
hotel
and
they
had
saved
their
money
to
buy
this
place
.
They
had
a
son
who
was
studying
to
be
a
headwaiter
.
He
was
at
a
hotel
in
Zurich
.
Downstairs
there
was
a
parlor
where
they
sold
wine
and
beer
,
and
sometimes
in
the
evening
we
would
hear
carts
stop
outside
on
the
road
and
men
come
up
the
steps
to
go
in
the
parlor
to
drink
wine
.
There
was
a
box
of
wood
in
the
hall
outside
the
living
-
room
and
I
kept
up
the
fire
from
it
.
But
we
did
not
stay
up
very
late
.
We
went
to
bed
in
the
dark
in
the
big
bedroom
and
when
I
was
undressed
I
opened
the
windows
and
saw
the
night
and
the
cold
stars
and
the
pine
trees
below
the
window
and
then
got
into
bed
as
fast
as
I
could
.
It
was
lovely
in
bed
with
the
air
so
cold
and
clear
and
the
night
outside
the
window
.
We
slept
well
and
if
I
woke
in
the
night
I
knew
it
was
from
only
one
cause
and
I
would
shift
the
feather
bed
over
,
very
softly
so
that
Catherine
would
not
be
wakened
and
then
go
back
to
sleep
again
,
warm
and
with
the
new
lightness
of
thin
covers
.
The
war
seemed
as
far
away
as
the
football
games
of
some
one
else
’
s
college
.
But
I
knew
from
the
papers
that
they
were
still
fighting
in
the
mountains
because
the
snow
would
not
come
.
Sometimes
we
walked
down
the
mountain
into
Montreux
.
There
was
a
path
went
down
the
mountain
but
it
was
steep
and
so
usually
we
took
the
road
and
walked
down
on
the
wide
hard
road
between
fields
and
then
below
between
the
stone
walls
of
the
vineyards
and
on
down
between
the
houses
of
the
villages
along
the
way
.
There
were
three
villages
;
Chernex
,
Fontanivent
,
and
the
other
I
forget
.
Then
along
the
road
we
passed
an
old
square
-
built
stone
château
on
a
ledge
on
the
side
of
the
mountain
-
side
with
the
terraced
fields
of
vines
,
each
vine
tied
to
a
stick
to
hold
it
up
,
the
vines
dry
and
brown
and
the
earth
ready
for
the
snow
and
the
lake
down
below
flat
and
gray
as
steel
.
The
road
went
down
a
long
grade
below
the
château
and
then
turned
to
the
right
and
went
down
very
steeply
and
paved
with
cobbles
,
into
Montreux
.
We
did
not
know
any
one
in
Montreux
.
We
walked
along
beside
the
lake
and
saw
the
swans
and
the
many
gulls
and
terns
that
flew
up
when
you
came
close
and
screamed
while
they
looked
down
at
the
water
.
Out
on
the
lake
there
were
flocks
of
grebes
,
small
and
dark
,
and
leaving
trails
in
the
water
when
they
swam
.
In
the
town
we
walked
along
the
main
street
and
looked
in
the
windows
of
the
shops
.
There
were
many
big
hotels
that
were
closed
but
most
of
the
shops
were
open
and
the
people
were
very
glad
to
see
us
.
There
was
a
fine
coiffeur
’
s
place
where
Catherine
went
to
have
her
hair
done
.
The
woman
who
ran
it
was
very
cheerful
and
the
only
person
we
knew
in
Montreux
.
While
Catherine
was
there
I
went
up
to
a
beer
place
and
drank
dark
Munich
beer
and
read
the
papers
.
