Chapter 62

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After the Christmas holidays, Liudas (Vasaris) finally feels a lighter breath and decides to spend the next three weeks in leisure, having already secured a city room and enjoying independent life. He parts ways with his former friend Indrulis, noting that any genuine affection between them has vanished. On the first Christmas Day, he resolves to wish “Happy holidays” to Liucija Glaudžiuvienė. At five o’clock he arrives at her residence, where a black‑engraved plaque on the door reads “POVILAS GLAUDŽIUS”. An elegant maid lets him in, announcing that the lady is at home. Liucija, emerging from an adjoining room, greets him exuberantly, commenting on his timely visit: “How good that you have finally come to see us today!” Their conversation quickly moves to the peculiar habit of changing names, with Liudas joking about “iškaba” (a nickname) and Vasaris (Liudas) remarking that “iškaba, madam, usually denotes some sort of content”. They trade barbed remarks about the old “Naujapolis” ways and the present state of customs.

Soon after, the husband, Povilas Glaudžius, enters. He is described in comic detail: a stout, over‑dressed man in a dark row of clothing that hangs awkwardly, with narrow trousers, an overly wide coat, and short sleeves that give him a comically thin silhouette. He crashes into a chair, swings his legs, and mutters “yes…yes…yes”. Liucija reacts with ironic sighs, while Vasaris waits for his next words. Glaudžius attempts to make small talk, mentioning recent foreign travel, his return to Lithuania, and his new role as a gymnasium director, but his speech is punctuated by frequent “yes” and a vague, almost incoherent tone. The dialogue drifts to theatre, the war, industrial prospects, and the state of Lithuanian culture, with Vasaris probing Glaudžius about the war’s absence, the prospects for foreign goods, and the American material factory, all of which Glaudžius dismisses with terse “because… it will collapse”.

Liudas feels increasingly uneasy, unable to choose a tone—former intimacy or formal courtesy. He fumbles through the conversation, even mispronouncing Liucija’s surname. Glaudžius, irritated, declares: “I do not like when children mingle among adults,” and orders the young guest to leave his room. At this moment, a ten‑year‑old boy, Vytukas, appears at the door. Liucija introduces him as “your godson,” recalling that she had previously told Liudas about his baptismal sponsor. Vytukas, shy and uncertain, asks about the “godfather” and shows off a collection of reeds, grasses, and butterflies, urging Liudas to see it. Glaudžius brushes the boy off, demanding he go to his own room, while Liucija attempts to smooth the tension by offering a ticket to an upcoming theatre performance.

During the exchange, Liudas asks Liucija for a ticket. She first refuses, claiming that her husband has already promised the seat to a relative. After a brief negotiation—Liudas mentions he has ten litas, and Liucija reluctantly hands him a ticket—he departs with a mixed feeling of triumph and embarrassment. The evening ends with Glaudžius sipping grappa and making a muffled “yes…yes…yes” while Liucija watches him with a resigned smile.

The next day, Liukas (Liuda) meets Liucija again, this time in the hallway of the house. She asks him to accompany her to the theatre. Glaudžius protests, saying he cannot go, but Liucija insists, and Liudas accepts the invitation. At the theatre, Liudas observes Liucija as a polished, modern lady, surrounded by admirers and aware of her own beauty, clothing, and social standing. He notes how she has transformed from the nostalgic “Liucė” of their youth into a “great lady, fashionable, concerned with her appearance, willing to flirt”. Liudas reflects on the loss of the old, sincere passion that once existed between them and feels a lingering ache, recognizing that Liucija’s aspirations now belong to a different world.

The chapter concludes with Liudas leaving the theatre, walking through a cold yet quiet night, contemplating the changes in Liucija’s life, the distant echo of their past intimacy, and his own uncertain path between nostalgia and the present.