Laughter rang out in the forest, and Yang Lin had fallen behind the factory chimney, and the cross of the bell tower shone brightly. This was the funeral banquet. The church deacon ate all the fish sauce, and the village was almost home. When she reached the hillside, she arrived at the village. Lipa Plath Covia was barefoot. They sat in the grass and put on shoes, and the contractor sat beside them. From the side, the village of Ukleyevo, together with the willow white church river in the village, looked quiet and beautiful, which was the roof of those factories. The money was painted in a dark and strange color, which was very disappointing. In front of the opposite hillside, there was a piece of rye. There were piles of rye everywhere, as if it had been blown by a storm. These ryes had just been cut and piled on the ground. Oats were ripe, and the sunshine was pearly. It was a busy farming season. Today is a holiday day, Saturday, rye is to be cut and hay is to be carried away, and then Sunday is a festival. Every day, I hear thunder and summer heat rumbling in the distance. It seems that it is going to rain. Now everyone can’t help but think of
Maike’s salary is high today. Plaskovia says it’s one ruble and forty kopecks a day.
People came back from Kazan village and city in succession. The wife wore new hats, factory workers, beggars and children sometimes passed by a cart, raising dust all over the sky, followed by a horse that was not sold. Sometimes a cow refused to walk with its horns, and sometimes it was a cart. An old woman sat with her feet drooping, holding a boy with a big hat and boots. The boots were so heavy that his knees could not be bent. In this hot day, the child was exhausted from torture, but he was still sucking milk and kept blowing toy horns.
We factory owners are in a bad mood. Yeli Sarow said that this is bad luck. Kos Dyukov was angry with me and said that I had too many cornice sheets. I replied that I would drink as much as Vasily Danileqi should. He said, why do you talk to me like this? You fool, don’t be confused. Your foreman asked you to meet him and yelled at me. When I said I was not a foreman, I still drank tea every day. He said that you were lying to me, but I didn’t say anything. I wanted to say that we were lying in this world, so you were lying when you were in the shade. Ha, ha, ha. The next day, he softened up and said, Don’t be angry with me, Makarech. What if I said I shouldn’t talk? I’m a first-class businessman. I’m a chief. You shouldn’t talk back. I said you’re a first-class businessman. I’m a carpenter. Even St. Joseph has been a carpenter. We have to abide by the rules in this business. It’s your business to be the emperor. Don’t put on airs in this respect. Later, after this conversation, I wondered which one is the first
The crutch thought for a moment and added
Here’s the thing, children. Whoever works, who can endure hardship, is long.
The sun has covered the mountains and rivers, and the dense fog near the wall project of the church is like being immersed in milk. The night soon falls and the lights are flashing. At this time, it seems that the dense fog hides an bottomless abyss. Lipa’s mother is a poor person, and her generation has passed like this. She has given everything to others except her own fear and humility. At this moment, they feel that in this vast and mysterious world, she is also a force and someone has been living here for a long time. She feels good. They unconsciously smile and forget that she will eventually have to return to the face.
A group of people finally returned home. A few maike were sitting at the gate near the shop. People in the village of Ukleyevo generally don’t work for Chubujin. They all have to come from other places to work. At this time, these maike all looked like they had a long black beard in the twilight, and they were deaf when they looked through the door. A child was playing checkers. Maike was humming a song that was audibly low, but people were begging for money the day before, but people didn’t pay for it. They were afraid that the old Chubujin would run away the next day without wearing a vest. Aksiniya sat at the birch tea table in front of the steps
A Mike outside the master’s door said that he seemed to be teasing someone, even if he gave half, he would be a good master
Suddenly there was a laugh, and then people hummed ugly songs, and the crutches also sat down to drink tea.
A few of us rushed there. He talked about it and played for a while. The children had a good time. Thank God, such an unfortunate thing happened. Sashka, the blacksmith, bought tobacco leaves. Let’s just say that he paid the shopkeeper half a ruble, but the half ruble was a counterfeit crutch. Then he went on to talk about it and looked back. But he wanted to talk softly, but his voice was low and hoarse. Instead, everyone heard that the half ruble was counterfeit. People asked him where the money was. He told him that Anisim Chubkin had called the police to take it away when he was playing at his wedding. Listen, petrovich
Master is funny or the man outside the door, master
A silence.
Alas, children, children, crutches quickly said these words, because he was very sleepy. Thank you, tea and sugar children. It’s time to go to bed. My whole body is falling apart and the beams and columns are rotten. Hahahaha.
When he left, he said
Looks like it’s time to meet the king of hell
Then he cried in a low voice, sitting there thinking about things before he finished drinking the old Chubu gold tea, watching his face and expression as if he were listening to the footsteps of the crutches in the street
The blacksmith Sashka must be lying. Aksiniya guessed his mind and said
Old Chubkin entered the house and came back soon. He brought a roll of things, and it was shiny. The ruble was brand-new. He picked up a tooth and bit it, then threw it into the tray, and then threw another one.
These money are real or not. He looked at Aksiniya and said that they seemed puzzled. These are Anisim’s gifts. Your daughter-in-law took them. He whispered, put a small bag of money in her hand and threw it into the well. Listen, when you see them, don’t talk too much. Don’t make trouble. Take the tea pot and put out the lights.
Lipa Plath Covia sat in the shed and watched the lights go out one by one. The long lights in varvara’s room were still blue and red, which added a little peace and satisfaction to the mysterious atmosphere. Plath Covia never used to the fact that her daughter married a rich man. Every time she came, she shyly curled up in the front hall with a smile on her face. Tea and sugar were sent by people. Lipa also felt uncomfortable that she didn’t sleep in her own bed after her husband left, and she just found a place to sleep in the kitchen or the shed. She had to clean the floor and wash clothes every day. She felt that she was a woman. The handyman came back from this prayer, and the mother and daughter had tea with the cook in the kitchen, then went to the shed and lay on the ground in the low wall of the sleigh. The lights went out around the room with the faint smell of horse yoke, and then they heard the deaf sound. The wheat customers were lying in the yard and sleeping in the distance. Little Hure’s house rang the expensive accordion, and Sylvia Lipa fell asleep.
The footsteps woke up the girls, and the moonlight was very bright. Aksiniya held the bedding in his hand at the entrance of the shed.
It’s still cool here, she said, and came in and lay down next to the threshold floor. The moonlight shone all over her.
She didn’t sleep. It was so hot that she spread her limbs and almost stripped off her clothes. She kept panting in the charming moonlight. She became such a charming and proud creature. Soon the footsteps rang again at the door, and now the master figure was white.
Aksiniya, he greeted her. Are you here?
Don’t cheep, she replied angrily.
Did I ask you to throw the money into the well just now?
Look, he said to throw the money into the well. I gave it to Mike
Oh, my God, my Lord is surprised and scared. You are such a bitch. Oh, my God.
He clapped his hands and walked away. After a while, Aksiniya sat up, sighed in regret, picked up the bedding and left the shed.
Why did you marry me here? Good mother Lipa said.
It’s not up to you or me to marry a good daughter.
The mother and daughter feel a sense of comfort and humiliation, but they also feel that the sky is high in the blue sky. The stars are watching what happened in Ukleyevo, and he is always watching it in his eyes. No matter how sinful it is, the night is quiet and beautiful. It is really in the world dominated by this emperor, and it will be so quiet and beautiful in the future. The world just waits for the truth to merge, just like the moonlight night.
The two girls fell asleep closely and peacefully.
six
The news has already come to Anisim and has been put into prison for casting and selling counterfeit money. Several months have passed, and half a year has passed. Winter has gone and spring has come. People in the village have become accustomed to Anisim’s imprisonment. When people pass by this house or shop at night, they will think of Anisim, who is now in prison. Whenever the cemetery rings, I don’t know what it means, it also reminds people of Anisim, who is waiting for trial in his cell.
The courtyard seems to be covered with a shadow. The house is dark, the roof is rusty, the door is covered with iron sheets, and it is painted green. Today, it is also eclipsed and deaf. He says that he has lost his skin, and he has not shaved for a long time. He has no longer been full of hair and beard, and he has stopped yelling at beggars to drive to the emperor. He will show the old man that his energy has changed, and everyone is not so afraid of him. He has laid it in the hands of the police, but he has not done anything else. He has been called to the city three times to judge him for selling private goods.
He often visits his son, hires someone to dredge the submission, and asks God to worship Buddha. He sends a silver saucer and a teaspoon with a long handle to the guards in Anisim prison. The inscription on the enamel of the saucer is engraved with the words "the soul is measured."
Varvara said, "Hey, hey, don’t beg any master to let him write a letter to the officer in charge. Let him go before the trial. Why do you torture the young man so much?"
She is also quite sad, but her body is getting fatter and whiter. In the past, she kept the house clean and entertained visitors to eat sauce, apples and soft cakes. Aksiniya was in charge of the couple, and she was also planning a new career. Aksiniya was driving there almost every day, and when he met an acquaintance, he stretched his neck like a snake in a black wheat field. Before Lent, Lipa gave birth to a child. She teased the child every day. The child was very thin and miserable. It was strange that he would still cry and make trouble. In everyone’s eyes, he was still a person. He even gave him a name
Hello, Nichifor, Anisi, Mikey.
Then he ran back and kissed him. After a while, he ran a few steps and bowed to him and said
Hello, Nichifor, Anisi, Mikey.
He raised two thin red legs and cried like Yele Sarow, who couldn’t tell whether to cry or laugh.
The judgment day finally arrived, and the master rushed there five days earlier. Later, I heard that several farmers in the village and an old employee received tickets and were called.
The trial is scheduled for Thursday, but after Sunday, I haven’t heard from the master. It’s not even Tuesday evening. varvara sits at the open window and listens to whether the master has come back. Lipa is teasing her own child in the next room. She throws the child in her hands and says happily.