To be honest, it is a great pleasure to bury people like Belikov. On the way back from the cemetery, we are all dignified and frowning, and no one wants to show this joy. It is very similar to the feeling we experienced in our childhood a long time ago. When adults come home, we will run around the garden for an hour or two and enjoy ourselves. Even if it is a little hint, it will give wings to our hearts, isn’t it?
We feel happy when we come back from the cemetery, but in less than a week, life is still so harsh and depressing. This is a kind of life that has not been banned but has not been fully permitted. It is true that we buried Belikov, but how many such people are still in the world and how many will be in the future
That’s the problem, Ivan Ivanchi said, lighting his pipe.
How many people will be trapped in the future? burgin repeated
The teacher walked in the shed. The man was not tall, fat and bald, with a waist-length black beard. Two dogs followed.
What a moonlight! What a moonlight! He said, looking up at the sky.
It’s midnight, and when you look to the right, you can see a village with a long street stretching four or five miles away. Everything is in a quiet and deep sleep. There is no movement and no breath. It’s incredible that it can be so quiet. Looking at the haystacks on both sides of the broad village road at night, Yang Liuxin will feel extraordinarily calm and get rid of all the hard work and worries. Unfortunately, in the hazy night, Nakamura is sleeping peacefully and peacefully, and the beautiful stars seem to be looking at it affectionately. The evil of this land seems to be gone. Everything is very beautiful. Looking to the left, the end of the village is a field, which stretches to the distant horizon. Bathed in the moonlight, this vast land is also motionless.
That’s the problem. Ivan Ivanchi added that we live in a polluted and crowded city, write some documents and play Venter. Isn’t this a trap? We spend our lives talking and listening to all kinds of nonsense in idle people who harm public interests and private interests. Isn’t this a trap? I’ll tell you a very instructive story now if you like.
No, it’s time for bed. burgin said we’ll talk about it another day
The two men went back to the shack and lay on the hay. Their quilts were about to fall asleep. Suddenly, they heard light footsteps. They walked around the shack for a while, and then they walked up and barked.
This is Mavra walking, burgin said.
I can’t hear my footsteps.
Look at others pretending to listen to others’ lies. Ivan Ivanchi turned over and said, If you can stand this kind of hypocrisy, others will call you a fool. You are so humiliated that you dare not name yourself on the side of people. You are so lying and laughing. All this is for a living, eating a warm nest and getting a penny is not worth it. You can’t live like this anymore.
Oh, you’re going too far. Teacher Ivan Ivanchi said let’s go to bed.
Ten minutes later, burgin was asleep, but Ivan Ivanchi was still tossing and turning and sighing. Later, he just got up and went outside to sit at the door and light his pipe.
In 1898
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Early in the morning, the rain clouds are rolling all over the sky, but the air is dull. However, the dark clouds on the earth hang low and wait for the rain, but there is no rain. The weather is often cloudy. This phenomenon is often the case. burgin, a teacher of Veterinary Ivan Ivanchi Middle School, has been exhausted. He feels that the field in front of him is endless and far ahead. On the right side of the windmill in Xizi Village, Mironneau, there are continuous hills disappearing behind the distant village. They all know that it is the grassland on the other side of the river bank, green willows and many manors climb the hills. Looking at it Fang crawls like a caterpillar. The train meets sunny weather as far as the eye can see. From there, the city looks warm today in this windy day, as if lost in thought. Ivan Ivanchi burgin’s heart is full of love for this land. Both of them are thinking about how vast and beautiful the land is.
Once we spent the night together in Prokofi, the village chief, and burgin said that you were going to tell a story at that time.
Yes, I wanted to talk about my brother.
Ivan Ivanchi sighed deeply and lit his pipe just to speak, but then it began to rain. Four or five minutes later, it was raining heavily. It was hard to know when it would stop. Ivan Ivanchi burgin hesitated. Their dog was already wet and looked at them with his tail between his legs.
We need to find a place to take shelter from the rain. burgin said, let’s go find Alexin. His family lives near here.
Go
They turned the corner and walked straight through the cut crops, then turned to the right and finally took a road. Soon, there was a poplar grove, then a barn with a red roof and a sparkling river. In front of them, there was a wide deep-water bay windmill and a white shower shed. This is the village of Sofino where Alexing lived.
The windmill is turning and rumbling over the rain dam. Several wet horses are shaking. There are people walking around in sacks by the cart. It’s wet and muddy. Looking at this deep-water bay, it’s cold and dangerous. Ivan Ivanchi burgin is wet and wet. It’s really uncomfortable that their feet are heavy with mud. When they cross the dam and climb into the landlord’s barn, both of them are silent, as if they are angry with each other.
In a barn, a windmill was banging on the door, and clouds of smoke were blowing from the inside. Alexin happened to be at the door. This is a forty-year-old Han, tall and fat, with long hair. He looks like a landlord, not a professor or a painter. He wears a white shirt that has not been washed for a long time, and his trousers and boots are stained with mud and hay dust, which smears his nose and eyes. He is very happy to know Ivan Ivanchi burgin.
Sit down in the room, gentlemen. He smiled and said, I’m coming.
This is a two-story big house. Alexin lives in two rooms in the building, both of which have small vaulted windows. Here is the housekeeper’s residence. The furnishings in the house are simple and mixed with the smell of rye bread and cheap vodka harness. He seldom goes to the building before guests come to the room. Ivan Ivanchi burgin is received by a maid. This woman is young and beautiful, and they can’t help but stop and look at each other at the same time.
You’ll never believe how happy I am to see you. Two gentlemen, Alexin, followed them into the hall and said that it was really unexpected. Pelaghia turned to the maid and said, Go and find two clothes for the guests. By the way, I have to change clothes first. I don’t think I have taken a shower since spring. Would you like to go to the shower shed and take this time so that they can pick one up here?
Handsome Pelaghia is very attentive and looks so gentle that she brings them bath towels and soap, and Alexin leads two guests to the shower shed.
It’s not that I haven’t taken a shower for a long time. When he undressed, he said, as you can see, this shower shed is very good, or my father Gai, but somehow he never has time to take a shower.
He sat on the steps and put a lot of soap on his long hair neck. The water around him turned brown at once.