Aksiniya’s Little Hurley co-founded a factory named Little Hurley Co., Ltd. They also set up a pub near the car. Today, the venue of the expensive accordion performance has been transferred from the factory to this pub. The post office director is a frequent visitor to the pub, and he is also engaged in some kind of business, and the conductor is no exception. Little Hurley gave Stepan a gold watch for the deaf. From time to time, the deaf took it out of his pocket and put it in his ear to listen.
Everyone in the village said that Aksiniya had a big hand, which was true. Whether she drove to the factory early with an innocent smile on her face or gave orders in the factory later, it made people feel that she had a big hand. Whether the family or the people in the village factory were not afraid of her, the postmaster jumped up and said to her.
To be seated, Ksenia abramov, 115.
Once, a landlord wearing a tweed coat and high patent leather shoes was old. When she sold her horse, she was so fascinated that she actually gave her a hand at her price. He held her hand for a long time and stared at her innocent and cunning eyes and said
In front of a woman like you, Ksenia abramov, I am willing to meet your request. When do you say that you and I will meet without hindrance?
At any time.
Since then, this old flower man has come to shop for beer almost every day, but the beer is so bad that it tastes like wormwood. The landlord shook his head but swallowed the bitter wine.
Old Chubkin is no longer in charge, and he doesn’t take any money with him anymore, because he can’t share Muslim money and fake money, but he didn’t tell anyone about his weakness. Somehow, he became forgetful. If people didn’t give it to him, he wouldn’t eat it. It’s common for everyone not to eat with his family. varvara often said.
Yesterday our master didn’t eat and went to bed again.
She used to say this carelessly, no matter what winter or summer, the master always wears a fur coat. On very hot days, he stays at home. On weekdays, he wears a fur coat, turns up his collar and covers his front, wanders around the village, goes to the train along the avenue, or gets up early in the morning and sits on a bench near the church. One day, he sits there motionless. Passers-by nod to him, but he ignores it because he is as usual. People ask him what he wants, but he answers politely but only a few words.
There is a lot of talk in the village that he was driven out of the house by his daughter-in-law and refused to eat. It seems that he lives by giving alms. This person is happy and sympathetic.
Varvara is getting fatter and whiter. Aksiniya doesn’t interfere in doing good things in the past. Today, there are still many sauces at home. When they arrived, their sauces haven’t been finished yet, and they have all solidified into sugar stains. varvara wants to cry when he sees them. I don’t know where it is.
Everyone has forgotten Anisim once. He sent back a letter and wrote it in a poem. It was written on a big piece of paper like a submission, and it was also beautifully written. It can be seen that his friend Samarro Doff was working hard with him. The words behind the poem were crooked and vague. I am here, and it is difficult for Christ’s sake. Please help me.
Once, on a sunny day in autumn, before evening, old Chubujin was sitting near the church gate with his fur coat turned up and his nose exposed. At the other end, there was the contractor Yeli Sarow. Next to him was the school janitor Yakov, a 70-year-old man with no teeth in his mouth and a crutch. The janitor was chatting.
Children have to support the elderly, eat and drink, and be kind to their parents. Yakov said grumpily that she wished to drive her father-in-law out of her house and he didn’t eat or drink. What should he do? He didn’t eat for three days.
Three days crutch son surprised to ask
You see, he’s sitting around without a word, and he doesn’t have any strength. Why doesn’t he say anything? If the court sues her, no one will say that she is good.
Didn’t say which good crutch didn’t catch the question
That woman doesn’t work hard. They can’t do business without her. I mean, they can’t do it without sin.
Being kicked out of the house, Yakov continued to say indignantly that it was okay to make money and then kick people out. She turned out to be such a sissy, a pest.
Chubkin listened and remained motionless.
There’s nothing to warm someone else’s house, so long as my aunts don’t make noise, they just smiled and said that when I was young, I was very painful to myself, Nastasia. My woman always said quietly, buy a house, buy a horse, and when she died, she said that she wouldn’t have to walk, but I bought her candy cakes and didn’t buy anything.
The husband is deaf and stupid. Yakov can’t say anything with a crutch. He talks like a stupid goose. What can he understand? Even if he knocks a stick on this stupid goose’s head, he is not white.
The crutch got up and went back to the factory, and Yakov got up and talked together as they walked. They walked about fifty paces, and old Chubkin got up and followed them slowly, with unsteady steps like stepping on slippery ice.
It’s dusk in the village, and the road is winding like a snake, and the road climbs up the hillside. Old women come from the forest with them and return a group of children. They all have baskets with milk mushrooms in their hands. Women and little girls come from the car in droves. They are there, and their cheeks are covered with red bricks. They are singing songs. Lipa walks at the forefront, singing in a shrill voice. Her eyes are full of joy and ecstasy. She is glad that the day has finally passed and her mother has a short job. Plaskovia is also in the crowd.
Hello, Makarechiripa. When she saw the crutch, she said hello, dear family.
Hello, Li Pasca, I’m glad to see the crutches. Girls, you all love money carpenters, right? Haha, my children, the crutches are crying, my lovely little axes.
The crutch Yakov went forward to hear them talking, and then came up against the crowd. Chubujin suddenly said nothing and became quiet at once. Lipa Plath Covia slowed down a little and fell behind the master. They walked together. Lipa bowed deeply to him and said
Hello, grigori petrovich.
Her mother bowed, too. The master stopped and looked at the girls without saying a word. His lips were trembling and his eyes were full of tears. Lipa took a corn pie from her mother’s bag and handed it to him. He took it and ate it.
The sun has gone down, the afterglow of the road has disappeared, and it’s getting dark and cold. Lipaparas Covia has gone forward and gone again and again, drawing a cross for a long time.
19 years
fiancee
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It’s already ten o’clock in the evening, and there’s a full moon in the garden, according to Grandma Mavra mikhailov’s instructions. As soon as the Shu family finished their evening prayers, Najia ran to the garden to stay for a while, and saw that the table was set in the hall with cold dishes. Grandma was busy with the high priest Andrei talking with Najia’s mother Nina Ivanovna, and her mother looked through the window and somehow looked very young in the evening light. Father Andrei Andreitch listened attentively to them.
The garden is quiet and cool, the shadows are unusually dark and quietly lying on the ground. Frogs can faintly smell far away, even outside the city. May is so strong and lovely. When you breathe deeply, you can’t help thinking that it’s not here but somewhere else. The sky is far away from the city, in the fields and Woods. At this moment, everything is full of vitality and spring. However, this mystery is beautiful, rich and sacred, and how can sinners understand that they really want to cry about it?
She Najia is 23 years old, and she has wanted to marry since she was 16 years old. Now she has finally become Andrea Andreitch’s fiancee. At the moment, he is behind the window. Her wedding date has been set for July 7, but she is not happy. She feels that she will never be happy again after tossing and turning every night. From the open window of the basement kitchen, she can hear the busy kitchen knife ringing and the sliding door banging. I don’t know what, she thinks that life will go like this forever.
People come and go from the room and stop on the steps. This is Alexander Dimovich. People call him Sasha for short. He came here as a guest from Moscow ten days ago. Many years ago, a distant relative of his grandmother often came to walk and ask for alms. Her name is Maria Petrovna, a noble, poor and widowed woman. Sasha is her son. I don’t know what. Later, everyone said that he was a color painter. Later, his mother died and his grandmother saved his soul. He was sent to the Komi Sarovski School in Moscow. After two years, he transferred to the painting school there for almost fifteen years. Finally, he barely graduated from architecture, but he never worked as a builder. At present, he works in a lithographic factory in Moscow. Almost every summer, he is seriously ill and comes to his grandmother to rest and recuperate.
At this time, he wore a regular eye and buttoned an old canvas trousers. The hem of the trousers was worn out. His shirt collar was not ironed and he looked sluggish. His thin eyes and ten fingers were long and thin, and his skin was dark, but he was still good-looking. He was familiar with the Shu family and treated them as family. He felt at home here. In that room where he lived, he had long been called Sasha Room.
He saw Najia on the steps and walked over to her.
It’s really nice here, he said
Of course, you won’t live here until autumn, will you?
You don’t have to stay until autumn, maybe you will stay here until September.
He laughed and sat down beside her.
I sit here and look at my mother Najia and say how young she looks from here. Of course, my mother has her shortcomings. She was silent for a moment and added, but she is an unusual woman after all.