What should I do? I asked

That’s it. Let’s go to alekseev Village. You may not know that this village is also the old lady’s home. We’ll spend the night there and wait for the day.
Will you come back here again tomorrow?
No, I’m not here. I’m familiar with many places in alekseev Village. It’s much better to shoot grouse there than here.
I don’t ask my faithful partner why he didn’t take me to those places. On this day, we came to Mother’s Village. To tell the truth, I had no idea of such a grange. A wing in this village was very shabby, but no one lived in it cleanly, so I spent a very peaceful night in this wing.
The next day, I woke up early. The sun had just arrived, and there was no cloud around. Everything was shining strongly. The light came from two aspects. The morning sun was rising. Yesterday, it was raining heavily. Before I set up a carriage, I strolled into a small garden. Now it was deserted. The fragrance and dense trees surrounded the wing from all sides. In this fresh air, every day, larks were singing the crisp audio and video, and silver pearls were generally scattering people from it. How comfortable the scene was. The lark must have wings with dewdrops, and the song seemed to be facing the sky. Dew moistened me so much that I took off my head and opened my chest and breathed happily. On a slope of a shallow valley, close to a fence, a beekeeping farm led to a beekeeping farm. A narrow path meandered through dense clumps of weeds and nettles. On the surface of the weeds and nettles stood many dark green hemp tips from nowhere.
I walked along this path to a wicker shack next to the beekeeping farm, that is, a hive for the winter is a hive for the winter. I looked through the half door, and it was dark, quiet and very dry, emitting the fragrance of mint bees. I set up a plank bed in the corner, and a small human body was covered and lying down, so I wanted to leave.
Hello, my Lord. Hello, my Lord. Peter petrovich. I heard a weak, slow and hoarse voice, like moss rustling on the moor.
I stayed.
Peter petrovich, when you came here, the sound said that it was coming from the corner. I saw the plank bed sent to me.
I walked up to the front and looked stunned. There was a living thing lying in front of me, but what was it like?
The head is completely shriveled, and the bronze color is finished, just like an icon in an ancient painting. The nose is as thin as a blade, and the lips can hardly see the white teeth. The eyes are just a few strands of thin yellow hair at the bottom of the headscarf, and they are wrinkled beside the forehead bar. Two small hands are also bronze, and their fingers are as thin as chopsticks. I slowly feel that a face is not ugly and beautiful, but it is terrible and unusual. Moreover, I think this face is particularly terrible, especially when I look at the bronze cheeks.
Don’t you know me, master? The voice said softly again. It seemed to come from barely moving your mouth. How can you recognize me? I’m Lucaria. Do you remember dancing in the old lady’s house in Basque Village? Remember, I was also the lead singer.
Lucaria, is it you when I wake up? How can this be?
It’s my master. It’s me. I’m Lucaria.
I don’t know what to say, staring blankly at this black mass and staring at my bright but angry eyes. How can this be? This mummy is Lucaria, the number one beauty among my servants, who is slim, plump, white and ruddy, who can sing and laugh. Lucaria, Lucaria, smart Lucaria, all of us boys have pursued Lucaria, even when I was a sixteen-year-old child, I secretly admired Lucaria.
Oh, my God, Lucaria, I’m finally talking. What’s wrong with you?
It’s a disaster from heaven. Don’t dislike my master. Don’t dislike me because of my misfortune. Sit in this small wooden bucket and be close to me, otherwise you can’t hear me clearly. Look how weak I am. Oh, how happy I am to see you. How did you come to alekseev Village?
Luclia said her voice was light and faint, but she didn’t stop.
It was hunter Ermolai who brought me here. Why don’t you tell me about it?
Tell me about my disaster? Well, my Lord, I’ve been engaged to Vasily Sergei Poliakov for a long time. At that time, I just betrothed him to the old lady’s dining room. Do you remember that he was very well-proportioned and curly, but you were no longer in your hometown and went to Moscow to study. Vasily loved me deeply. I never forgot him until spring, but one night it was not far from dawn, but I couldn’t sleep. The nightingale sang so beautifully in the garden. I couldn’t help but get up and walk to the steps to listen to the nightingale sing at night. The warbler sang and sang. Suddenly, I seemed to hear someone calling me Vasily. The sound was gentle and dear to Luclia. I looked to the side, probably because I was not awake. I fell down the steps and plopped down to the ground. At that time, I didn’t seem to fall so badly. I quickly got up and went back to my room. It was in my body. Something seemed to be broken in my stomach. Let me take a breath and wait for a while, Sir.
Lucretia stopped talking, and I looked at her in amazement. I was especially amazed that she was almost happy when she told her past, without sighing or moaning, and she didn’t complain or beg for sympathy at all.
After that incident, Luclia continued to talk about it, and I became thinner and weaker, and my whole body became dark. It became more and more difficult to walk. Later, I couldn’t finish my legs. I couldn’t and couldn’t sit. I couldn’t lie down every day and didn’t want to eat or drink. The old lady’s heart became worse and worse, and she sent me to the hospital. But my illness didn’t get better at all. None of the doctors told me what was wrong with me. The doctor didn’t give me anything. The iron burned my back and put me in the ice pile. At the end
Luclia stopped talking and tried to laugh again.
Your situation is terrible. I cried and didn’t know what to say, so I asked how Vasily Sergei Poliakov was. This was a stupid question.
Lucaria turned her eyes slightly to the side.
How about Sergei Poliakov? He was sad for a while, and then he married another girl, a girl in Green Village. Do you know Green Village is not far from us? The girl’s name is Agrafina. She loves me very much, but she is still young. I can’t be single for a generation. How can I be his wife? Moreover, he is very kind and kind to find a wife. They have already had a child. He is a housekeeper in a neighboring family. The old lady gave him an ID card and let him go to Tottenham. He is now living well.
Have you been lying down like this? I asked again
I have been lying in this way for more than six years, and I have been lying in this shed in summer. When it gets cold, I will be carried to the bathhouse dressing room, and I will lie there.
Who will serve you and take care of you?
There are also some good people here, not that nobody cares about me. Besides, I don’t need much care. I eat and hardly eat anything in water. This is not always water in the cup, but also clean spring water. I can get the cup because I can still move with one hand. Oh, there is also a little girl who is an orphan. I really should thank her for coming to see her often. Didn’t you meet her just now? She often sends me flowers. I spent too much in our garden, but now it’s gone, but wild flowers are as fragrant as home flowers. It’s better than this lily of the valley.
I pity Lucaria. Aren’t you lonely? Aren’t you sad?
What can I do? To tell you the truth, I was very upset at first, but later I got used to putting up with it, and there was nothing wrong with it. Some people were worse than me.
How do you say this?
People don’t even have a place to live. People are still blind or deaf, but I trust Difu to have good eyesight and can hear everything. I can hear voles digging holes in the ground. No matter what smell, even a little smell, I can smell buckwheat flowers in the field or linden trees in the garden. Who told me that I need a little wind to blow from that place first? What’s the point of hating the emperor? The world is not like me. There are many people. It’s easier to commit crimes than to say that healthy people are far away from me. The other day, Father Alexei. Eucharist, he said, you have nothing to confess. Can you commit a crime in this state? But I answered him, what if you commit a crime of thought, Father? Oh, he laughed and said, this crime is nothing.
However, it can be said that I didn’t even commit a crime of thinking. Luclia went on, because I have developed a habit of not thinking about the past, especially the past, so that it will pass faster.
To tell you the truth, I am very surprised.
Luclia, you are always alone. How can you not let your mind think? Have you been sleeping?
No, sir, I can’t always sleep. Although my body is not very painful, my stomach is still sore and my bones are sore. I can’t sleep well. I can lie down all the time like this. I don’t want to feel that I’m alive and breathing. That’s all. I’ll just look and listen. When bees are buzzing in the hive and pigeons fall to the roof and coo, a hen pecks bread crumbs with a group of chickens, or a sparrow or a butterfly flies in. I feel very worried. The year before last, Yan made a nest in that corner and hatched a little swallow. The scene was beautiful. One swallow came in and fell into the nest and fed the little swallow, and then it flew away. In a blink of an eye, another swallow flew in and took over. When the swallow didn’t fly in, it flew over the door. Those little swallows immediately chirped and opened their mouths. By the next year, I was waiting for the swallow to come, but I heard that a hunter shot the swallow here. Why are you so greedy? A swallow is not much bigger than a beetle. How cruel you hunting gentlemen are!
I don’t fight swallows, I hurriedly said
It’s only funny when Luclia said it again. A rabbit ran in. Maybe it was a dog chasing it and kept running in the door. The rabbit squatted in front of me and stayed there for a long time, stirring up its nose and beard like an officer and kept looking at me. That is to say, it knew that I wouldn’t harm it. Finally, it got up and jumped to the door, looked back at it and ran away. How funny!
Luclia looked up at me. That means, isn’t it interesting? I smiled to satisfy her wish. She bit her dry lips.

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