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Written by William Sayers




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He looked at the small hat in the snow, and at the small wet face of one who was not strong enough. He felt sorry for her. This feeling was new to him. He wondered how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that seemed so good. Very gently, Billy kissed her a third time. Then, he let her go and they stood up. He picked up her hat and put it on her head. They began to walk back toward the hall. The music came to them again, as light as the snow that had covered them. As they walked, her hand touched his. She didn't mean to do it. Her touch was just another part of what now seemed to be a world of light and gentle things.

'Do you want to go back in the hall?' she asked. Her voice was slow. She no longer looked so strong.

'I guess not,' he answered. 'Are you going in?'

'I'd better,' she answered, 'I came with friends. I'll see you again, won't I?'

Her question surprised him. He had not thought about seeing her again, he was still lost in a dream, thinking of the day's happenings, feeling the wonder and excitement of new born things, like the first snowfall, the first spring flowers, the first feelings of growing up, becoming a man.

Billy heard her ask again, 'I'll see you again, won't I?' He shook his head.

'You mean I won't?' she said.

'I mean you will,' he answered.

She smiled and went inside.

He began walking along the road toward valley.

The snowfall seemed to be stopping, but he believed that it was last until he got home.

You have just heard the American Story 'Light and Gentle things.' It was written by William Sayers for the New England magazine called 'Yankee'. Our narrator was Shep O'Neal.
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He looked at the small hat in the snow, and at the small wet face of one who was not strong enough. He felt sorry for her. This feeling was new to him. He wondered how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that seemed so good. Very gently, Billy kissed her a third time. Then, he let her go and they stood up. He picked up her hat and put it on her head. They began to walk back toward the hall. The music came to them again, as light as the snow that had covered them. As they walked, her hand touched his. She didn't mean to do it. Her touch was just another part of what now seemed to be a world of light and gentle things.

"Do you want to go back in the hall?" she asked. Her voice was slow. She no longer looked so strong.

"I guess not," he answered. "Are you going in?"

"I'd better," she answered, "I came with friends. I'll see you again, won't I?"

Her question surprised him. He had not thought about seeing her again, he was still lost in a dream, thinking of the day's happenings, feeling the wonder and excitement of new born things, like the first snowfall, the first spring flowers, the first feelings of growing up, becoming a man.

Billy heard her ask again, "I'll see you again, won't I?"

He shook his head.

"You mean I won't?" she said.

"I mean you will," he answered.

She smiled and went inside.

He began walking along the road toward valley.

The snowfall seemed to be stopping, but he believed that it was last until he got home.

You have just heard the American Story "Light and Gentle things." It was written by William Sayers for the New England magazine called "Yankee". Our narrator was Shep O'Neal.
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He looked at the small head in the snow and a small wet face of one who was not strong enough .He felt sorry for her.
This feeling was new to him,he wonded how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that seems so good, very gentlely, Billy kissed her a third time.Then he let her go ,and they stood up .
He picked up her hand,and put it on her head.they began to walk back to ***.the music came to them again,as a light that the s-now covered down.as they walked ,her hand touched his.she didn't mean to do it,her touch was just another part of what now seem to be a world of light and gentle things.

"Do you want to go back in home?"The voice slow,she no longer look so strong.

"I guess not."He answered

"Are you going in?"

"I'd better ."she answered"I came with friends"

"I'll see you again ,won't I?"her question surprised him.he had not thought about seeing her again.he was still lost in a dream thinking of the days happenings feeling the wonder and excitment does know born thing like the first snow fall,the first spring flowers,the first feelings of growing up becoming a man.

Billy heard her asked again,"I'll see you again ,won't I?"he shook his head.

"You mean I won't?"she said.

"I mean you will!"he answered.

She smiled,and went inside .

He began walking along the road tour the vally.the snow fall seem to start thing
But he believed that was last time until he got home.
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he looked at the small head in the snow and at the small white face of one who was not strong enough.he felt sorry for her, this feeling was new to him,he wondered how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that seem so good, very gentelly billy kissed her a third time.then he let her go and they still stood up.he picked up her head and puted down his head,they began to walk back to the hall,the music came to them again as light as the snow had cover them. as they walked,her hand touched he,she didn't mean to do it,her touch was just another part of what now seem to be,a world of light and gentle things,
do you want to go back in the home?she asked her voice was slow.she no longer look so strong.
i guess that,he answered,are you going in?
i'm better ,she answered i came with friends, i 'llsee you agian,won't i?
her question surprised him, he had not thought about seeing her again,he was still lost in a dream thinking of the days happiness felling the wonder and excit man of no boring things,like the first snow fall,the first spring flowers,the first feelings of growing up becoming a man.
bill heard her again:i will see you again, won't i?he shook his head :you mean i won't,she said.
i mean you will,he answered.
she smelled,and went inside.he begin walking along the road to the avelly, the snow falls seem to be starting,but he believed,that was last,untile he get home.you have just heard the american story light and gentle things it was written by willian for the new englend magzine called yanky
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Now the Special English American Stories, today’s story is called Light and Gentle Things. It was written by William Sayers, here is Shep O’Neal with the story.

The snow kept coming down, quietly, ghost-like, covering the land, deep and deep. It seem does feel would go on forever. It was the first snow fall of the year. Billy looked through the kitchen window, he felt like diving into the snow and buring himself in its softness.

“Billy?” his mother shouted. She was standing at his side but had to raise her voice because he was not listening.

“Do you have to call me, Billy? I meant Bill.” His mother answered quickly. “I forgot how to close you are to be in a man. Go help Pa with a fence.”

Billy started out to the fence that was the story of his life, think thing this think thing that. He worked slowly, the falling snow had a strange power, the power that did not seem real, it was like magic. Billy wanted to keep going, wishing there was no fence to reach or to fix. And then suddenly, out a coross the fields he went, he didn’t know what he was doing, he like to help his father, but he kept thinking that at home he would never be more than a boy with small jobs to do.

He acrossed the frozen creek and then walked up into the hills. When he came down into the flat lands he began to run, racing against the whole world. Then he thought his friend Joey standing near his father’s bar with a pail in his hand.

“What’s got into you?”Joey asked.

“I just feel good, that’s all.”

“You look like funny.” Joey said.

Billy wiped his hot face with slow. “I don’t think I ever feel so good.” Joey said he was going to townhall for misic and dancing, Billy went with him. The townhall was on hill between two long vallies. As they drove up they heard misic coming out the hall. Inside the hall, the air was sweet and warm, some of the girl smile at Billy in a funny way, he couldn’t tell if the smiles were friendly or not. He turned back to the door and decided to stand there for a moment and then go. There were too much noise inside.

“You are standing right into the cold.” Someone said to him, it was one of Joey’s cousins, Sheilla. Sheilla something or other, she lived in next town, Billy didn’t know her last name.

“Oh,” he said, his face getting red, he moved a little.

“You are still in it.” She said.

Bill looked at her. She was sort of pretty with long black hair and blue dream eyes. But Billy wished she would go away.

“It’s only fresh air.” He said, “Go pick on somebody else.”

“I am not picking on you. I am trying to help you, that’s what.”

“Too many things they are helping when they are not.” Billy said.

She studied him, “Well,” she said, “That’s ture.” Then she smiled. “You don’t like it here doing.”

“I feel better outside.” He answered, “without thinking,” Billy said.

“Look, would you like to go out just for a few munites?”

She turned her head way then said: “I get my coat.”

Outside, they stood in the snow looking at a light windows of hall. She walked quietly beside him. A stranger in white coat, shoes, and gloves. He could still hear the music from the hall but it was part of snow fall. It seem to be made not for dances but for works. It seem strange and wonderful that should be someone so near him.

Suddenly he asked: “do you think something?”

“No.” She said. “do you?”

He shook his head.

“What do you think about when you work like this?” She said.

“Oh, different things what I like to do and never can. It is day dreaming I guess.”

“Yes,” she said, “I do that too.”

The snow seem to be falling fast now and music from the hall was gone. From far below came the the sound of bells fellow by a few coughs from an old car. Then there was just silence as if the snow had cough all the sounds of world. Billy looked at her white coat and hat beside him, they belong to that world of wonder, that world of magic that was born with the first snow fall.

He touched her head.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “I just…” he stopped.

There was nothing real but the snow even the whiteness of her coat and hat seem to gone from the snow, he turned around. All sides of the roads were gone.

“We are the only two in the world left.” He said.

“That is why you touch my head?”

He said nothing, but then in a rush of words, bravely, he said: “maybe I want to kiss you.”

She laughed, “I wouldn’t let you.” She said: “I don’t like kissing.”

“I don’t either.” He said, “Oh, well, that’s a good thing, because you wouldn’t really be able to.”

“Why not, I am too strong for you.” She said.

“So that what you think. You are wrong, if I really want to I guess I can do it all right.”

“Dreamer!” she gave a pushing around back to wall the hall. Before he knew it, he was after her, he had called her. Nothing she pushed him and down they went into the snow. He expected her to let him kiss her now, that were often happened in the story he read. Why would she laugh if her struggle against him were real. But she didn’t led him, she fought him as if she wanted hit him, wanted to make him feel small.

“You are a child.” She said, pulling away from him.

“I should let go.” He thought. But he held on to her and told her the feel that he could hold on forever. He wanted to hold on forever. It was really a simple thing to hog a girl he thought. Her head had been pushed off and snow shining on her dark hair. He now felt a strange gentleness for her. As she looked angrily at him, her face red and full of fight. He told himself it was not right moment to kiss her. However he tried to kiss her anyway, more in pride than anything else but he missed her mouth. He still held on as the snow light and cool as the fresh white sheet began to cover then. She was getting tired, she was looking at him different now with less anger. And he tried to kiss her again. This time he didn’t miss her mouth and met hers fully. As she moved to meet him he did not know. In his day dreams, success had always lifted him out, people cheered him. But be in able to kiss her was a different kind of success. He didn’t feel lifted up, there were no cheers and there was no fire in his blood as some of his dreams made him believe there would be. Instead he felt something else.

He looked at the small hat in the snow and the smalll wet face of one who was not strong enough. He felt sorry for her. This feeling was new to him, he wonder how such a feeling how could be a part of another feeling that is seem so good, very gently. Billy kissed her at first time, then he let her go and they stood up. He picked up her hat and put it on her head, they began to walk back to the hall.

The music came to them again as light as the snow that covered down. As they walked, her hand touched his. She did not mean to do it, her touch was just another part seem to be, a world of light and gentle things.

“Do you want to get back to the hall?” she asked, her voice was slow, she no long looks so strong.

“I guess not,” he answered, “are you going in?”

“I back,” she answered, “I came with friend, how see you again? Want I?”

Her question surprised him, he had not thought about seeing her again. He was still lost in a dream thinking of a day’s happening, feeling the wonder and excitement of new born things, like the first snow fall. The fist spring flowers, the first feeling is going up becoming a man. Billy heard her asked again.

“I will see you again, won’t I?”

He shook his head.

“You mean I won’t?” she said.

“I mean you will.” He asswered.

She smiled and sent inside. He began walking along the road to the vally. The snowfall seem to be stopping, but he believed that would be last until he got home.

You just heard the American Stories Light and Gentle things. It was written by William Sayers for the new England magzine called Yankee. Our narrator was…
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He looked at the small hat in the snow, and at the small wet face, of one who was not strong enough. He felt sorry for her. This feeling was new to him. He wondered how such a feel could be part of another feeling that seems so good. Very gently, Billy kissed her a third time, then, he let her go, and they stood up. He picked up her hat and put it on her head. They began to walk back to the hall. The music came to them again as the light does the snow that had covered with them. As they walked, her hand touched his. She didn’t mean to do it. Her touch was just another part of what now seeming to be, a world of light and gentle things.
“Do you want to go back in the hall?” she asked.
Her voice was low. She no longer looked so strong.
“I guess not.” he answered.
“Are you going in?”
“I’ve better,” she answered, “I came with friends. I’ll see you again, wouldn’t I?”
Her question surprised him. He had not thought about seeing her again. He was still lost in a dream thinking of the days happenings, feeling the wonder an excitement of new born things, like the first snow fall, the first spring flowers, the first feelings of growing up becoming a man.
Billy heart her ask again.
“I’ll see you again, wouldn’t I?”
He shook his head.
“You mean I wouldn’t?” she said.
“I mean you will,” he answered.
She smiled, and went inside.
He began walking along the road toward the vally. The snow fall seemed to be stopping, but he believed that it would last until he got home.
You have just heard the American Story-Light and Gentle things. It was written by W.S. for the England Magazine called “yankee”. Our narrator was …
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he looked at the small head in the snow and at the small wet face of one who was not strong enough.he felt sorry for her, this feeling was new to him,he wondered how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that seem so good, very gentelly Billy kissed her a third time.then he let her go and he stood up.he picked up her head and puted down his head,they began to walk back to the hall,the music came to them again as light as the snow had cover them. as they walked,her hand touched his,she didn't mean to do it,her touch was just another part of what now seem to be,a world of light and gentle things,
do you want to go back in the hall?she asked her voice was slow.she no longer look so strong.
i guess that,he answered,are you going in?
i'll better ,she answered i came with friends, i 'llsee you agian,won't i?
her question surprised him, he had not thought about seeing her again,he was still lost in a dream thinking of the days happiness felling the wonder and excit man of no boring things,like the first snow fall,the first spring flowers,the first feelings of growing up becoming a man.
bill heard her again:i will see you again, won't i?he shook his head :you mean i won't,she said.
i mean you will,he answered.
she smiled,and went inside.he begin walking along the road to the avelly, the snow falls seem to be starting,but he believed,that was last,untile he get home.you have just heard the american story light and gentle things it was written by willian for the new englend magzine called yanky
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He looked at the small hat in the snow and the small wet face of one who was not strong enough. He felt sorry for her.
This feeling was new to him. He wondered how such a feeling would be part of another feeling that seemed so good.
Very gently, Billy kissed her a third time. Then, he let her go and they stood up. He picked up her hat and put it on her head. They began to walk back toward the hall. The music came to them again as light as the snow that had covered them.
As they walked, her hand touched his. She didn't mean to do it. Her touch was just another part what now seemed to be a world of light and gentle things.
“Do you want to go back in the hall?” She asked. Her voice was low. She no longer looked so strong.
“I guess not.” He answered.
“Are you going in?”
“I’d better.” she answered, “I came with friends. I’ll see you again, won’t I?”
Her question surprised him. He had not thought about seeing her again. He was still lost in a dream, thinking of the day’s happenings, feeling the wonder and excitement of newborn things like the snowfall, the first spring flowers, the first feeling of grown up, becoming a man.
Billy heard her asking again.
“I’ll see you again, won’t I?”
He shook his head.
“You mean I won’t?” she said.
“I mean you will.” He answered. She smiled and went inside.
He began walking alone the road toward the valley. The snowfall seemed to be stopping, but he believed that it would last until he got home.
You have just heard the American Story “Light and Gentle Things”. It was written my William Sayers for the New England Magazine called “Yankee”. Our narrator is Shep O’Neal.
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He looked at the small hat in the snow and at the small wet face of one who was not strong enough. He felt sorry for her. This feeling was new to him. He wondered how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that seemed so good.Very gently,Belly kissed her a third time. Then he let her go and they stood up.

He picked up her hand and put it on her head. They began to walk back toward the hall. The music came to them again as light as the snow had covered them. As they walked, her hand touched his. She didn't mean to do it. Her touch was just another part of what now seemed to be a world of light and gentle things.

"Do you want go back in the hall?"She asked.

Her voice was slow.She no longer looked so strong.

"I guess not." He answered,"Are you going in?"

"I'd better." She answered,

"I came with friends.I'll see you again,won't I?"

Her question suprised him.He had not thought about seeing her again. He was still lost in a dream thinking of the day's happenings,feeling the wonder and excitement of new born things like the first snowfall, the first spring flowers,the first feelings of growing up,becoming a man.

Belly heard her ask again,"I'll see you again, won't I?"

He shook his head.

"You mean I won't?" She said.

"I mean you will." He answered.

She smiled and went inside.

He began walking alone the road toward the valley. The snowfall seemed to be stopping. But he believed that it will last untill he got home.
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He looked at the small hat in the snow,and at the small wet face of one who was not enough. He felt sorry for her.This feeling was new to him.He wondered how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that seemed so good.Very gently,Billy kissed her a third time.Then he let her go and they stood up.He picked up her hat and put it on her head.They began to walk back toward the hall.The music came to them again as light as the snow had coverde them.As they walked,her hand touched his.She didn't mean to do it.Her touch was just another part of what now seemed to be a warm of light and gentle things.

"Do you want do go back in your hall?" she asked.Her noice was so slow,she no longer looks so strong.

"I guess not."he answered,"are you going in?"

"I'd better,"she answered ,"I came with friends,I'll see you again,won't I?"

Her question suprised him.He had not thought about seeing her again.He was still lost in a dream thinking of the day's happenings,feeling the wonder and excitement of new born things,like the first snowfall,the first spring flowers,the first feelings of growing up becoming a man.Billy heard her ask again,

"I'll see you again,won't I"?He shook his head.

"You mean I won't?"she said.

"I mean you will." He answered.

She smile and went inside.He began walking alone the road toword valley.The snowfall seemed to be stopping.But he believed that it was last until he got home.

You have just heard the American story Light and Gentle things.It was written by William Sayers for the new England magzine called"Yankee".
[/U][U][/B][/I][B][I] He looked at the small hat in the snow and that the small wet face of one who wasn’t strong enough. He felt sorry for her. This feeling was new to him. He wondered how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that seemed so good. Very gently, Bile kissed her a third time, then he let her go, and they stood up. He picked up her hat and putted on her head. They began to walk back to the hall . The music came to them again as the light that the snow covered them. As they walked, her hand touched his. She didn’t mean to do it. Her touch was just another part of what now seemed to be our world of light and gentle things. “Do you want to go back to the hall?” she asked. Her voice was slow,. She no longer looked so strong. “I guess not,” he answered,” are you going in?” “I’d better,” she answered,” I came with friends, I’ll see you again, won’t I?” Her question surprised him, he had not thought about seeing her again. He was still lost in the dreams thinking the day’s happenings, feeling the wonder and the excitement of new born things, like the first snow fall, the first spring flowers, the first feeling of growing up becoming a man. Bile heard her ask again, “I’ll see you again, won’t I?” he shook his head. “You mean I won’t?” she said. “I mean you will.” he answered. She smiled and went inside. He began walking along the road to the valley. There is no fall seemed to be stopping but he believed that would be the last until he got home.
You have just heard the American story “light and gentle things”. It was written by William Sayers for the New England magazine called “Yankee”. Our narrator was….
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He looked at the small hand in the snow and at the small wet face of one who was not strong enough.he felt sorry for her, this feeling was new to him,he wondered how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that is seem so good, very gentelly, billy kissed her a third time.then he let her go and they stood up.he picked up her hand and put it down her head,they began to walk back to her home, the music came to them again as light as the snow that covered the town. as they walked,her hand touched his,she didn't mean to do it,her touch was just another part of what now seem to be,a world of light and gentle things,
do you want to go back my home?she asked, her voice was slow.she no longer looked so strong.
i guess not,he answered,are you going in?
i'm better ,she answered i came with friends, i 'll see you agian,won't i?
her question surprised him, he had not thought about seeing her again,he was still lost in a dream thinking of the day's happening, felling and wondering and excit man does new born things like the first snow fall,the first spring flowers,the first feelings of growing up, becoming a man.
Billy heard her again:i will see you again, won't i?he shook his hand :you mean i won't,she said.
i mean you will,he answered.
she smelled,and went inside.he begin walking along the road toward vally, the snowfall seem to be stopping,but he believed that was last,untile he got home.you have just heard the american story light and gentle things it was written by willian for the new englend magzine called yanky biggrin.gif
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He looked at the small head in the snow, and that the small wet face of one who was not strong enough. He felt sorry for her. This feeling was new to him. He wondered how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that seemed so good, very genteelly. Billy kissed her at her time. Then he let her go. And they stood up. He picked up her head and put it on her head. They began to walk back toward the hall. The music came to them again as a light that’s the snow that had covered them. As they walked, her hand judged his. She didn’t mean to do it. Her touch was just another part of what now seemed to be, a world of light and gentle things. “Do you want to go back in the hall?” She asked. Her voice was low. She no longer looked so strong. “I guess not.” He answered. “Are you going in?” “I’d better.” She answered. “I came with friends. I’ll see you again, won’t I?” Her question surprised him. He had not thought about seeing her again. He was still lost in a dream, thinking of the day’s happenings, feeling the wonder and excitement of new born things, like the first snowfall, the first spring flowers, the first feelings of growing up, becoming a man. She asked him again, “I’ll see you again, won’t I?” He shook his head. “You mean I won’t?” She said. “I mean you will.” He answered. She smiled and went inside. He began walking along the road toward the valley. The snowfall seemed to be stubbing, but he believed that it would last until he got home.
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