With the River

Monsey loved the serenity and perfection of his river so madly that he himself did not want to stain his conscience at any cost.  In fact, Monsey was strict solely about one thing – to keep himself as pure as his river.


Though he had umpteen inner conflicts on the ground of this, the more sincere he was, the more things were disposed for him.  He lived every moment in amazement, tasting the sweetness of his very existence.  The joy and fullness Monsey enjoyed was so great that he was even ready to give up the love of Anastasia.  


Gradually, as the time passed, he himself was being transformed to the perfection with which he had once been enviously captivated.  But, unfortunately, the little compromise he made at some point almost pushed him into the abyss of darkness.  Nevertheless, Monsey did not give up, but still hoped that if he withstood for the time being, he himself would become the real wonder.