They were silent for a moment, then they remembered the hen and sheep and discussed which fault it was.
Osip, the local government bureau, said gloomily that he didn’t blame it or blame it.
The parish church is located in the village of Sogorovo, where farmers usually pray when they need to baptize babies and hold a wedding funeral. Just go to the church on the other side of the river. When the festival is fine, the girls dress up and go to mass in droves. They wear colorful clothes and cross the grassland, which makes people feel flattered, but when the weather is bad, they stay at home. On fasting day, they go to the parish church to confess and receive communion. A week after Easter, the priest carries a cross and walks around the farmhouse to eat meat on lent day, and each of them takes 15 kopecks.
The old man doesn’t believe in the emperor, and he almost never thinks of the emperor. He admits miracles, but he thinks that such things are discussed with women about religion or miracles in front of him. He always scratches his scalp and answers them unwillingly.
god knows
Grandma believes in the emperor, but she is a little confused. Everything in her mind is mixed up. She just remembered sin, death, salvation, poverty, and all kinds of worries. She immediately forgot all about what happened just now. She can’t remember the prayers. Usually, before going to bed late, she whispered in front of the icon
Notre Dame of Kazan, Notre Dame of Smolensk, Notre Dame of Three Arms
Maria Fekla often draws a cross and fastes every year, but the children don’t know anything. The adults don’t tell them what laws the emperor forbids them to eat meat during lent. Almost the rest of the families believe that people know little about the laws, and even fewer people know them. At the same time, everyone has a warm and sincere Bible, but they can’t explain it without reading it. Ollie reads the gospel when she is added. Everyone respects her and Sasha respectfully calls you.
Stepanova often goes to the neighboring county to attend the church memorial day and pray for gratitude. In the county, there are 27 churches in two monasteries. On her pilgrimage, she always looks in a trance and forgets her family. Only when she comes back to the village does she suddenly remember that she is a husband and daughter, so she says with a triumphant smile.
The emperor blessed me.
What happened in the village, she hated pain. Farmers drank on Ilya Festival 76, drank on Holy Cross Festival in ascensiontide and drank on Virgin Shelter Festival 77, which was a parish festival. Farmers in Rukovo village drank wine for three days in a row. They not only drank 50 rubles of public funds, but also went door to door to collect wine money. On the first day, Deyev’s family in Cicchilli slaughtered a ram and ate three meals of mutton in a row in the morning and evening. At night, the children got up and ate a little more. In these three days, Kiriak was drunk and drank all his belongings. He also changed his hat and boots and beat Maria desperately.
However, even in Rukewo, a slave village, there is also an annual true religious ceremony. It was in January that the Madonna of life was greeted and brought to people in every village. On this day, everyone in Rukewo village was looking forward to this good day. It was a sunny day, and the sky was gloomy. In the early morning, the girls wore colorful beautiful dresses to greet the icon. In the evening, people carried the icon, carried the cross, sang hymns and entered the village. At this time, the church across the river was ringing, and groups of villagers outside the village were crowded with noisy streets.
Protector, Mother Goddess, Protector
It seems that everyone suddenly understands that heaven and earth are not a waste of money, and the potential people have not taken everything away. Although they are bullied, enslaved, suffering from unbearable poverty and terrible vodka disaster, the gods are protecting them.
Protector, Holy Mother, Maria, howl, Holy Mother.
However, after praying for gratitude, the icon was carried away and everything was restored. From time to time, drunkards shouted rudely in the pub
Rich peasants are afraid of death. The more money they have, the less they believe in the emperor and the salvation of the soul. They light candles to pray for fear of death. In case poor peasants are not afraid of death, they say in front of the old man and grandmother that they are tired of living and died long ago. They also have no problem listening to it. They also have the scruples to tell Fekla that when Nicholas dies, her husband Dennis will be taken care of and retired to Maria. She is not only not afraid of death, but also eager to die early. She is happy that her children are dead.
They are not afraid of death, but they are very afraid of all kinds of diseases. It’s some minor ailments, gastrointestinal disorders, and it’s a little cold. Grandma immediately lay down on the stove and covered herself tightly, moaning and moaning. I’m going to die. The old man hurried to the priest’s grandmother to receive the holy communion and receive the anointing ceremony before she died. They often talked about the cold, ascaris tumor, saying that ascaris can block up in her stomach. They were most afraid of catching a cold, even in summer, and she stayed in the stove to keep warm. Grandma often went to the hospital by car to see a She is fifty years old, not seventy. If the doctor knew her actual age, she would not treat her. She would say that she died of incurable disease. She usually left for the hospital early in the morning and took two or three little granddaughters back at night. She was hungry and angry, and brought back the potion and ointment for her little granddaughter once. Later, he drank the potion for two weeks in a row, saying that he felt better.
The old woman knew Fiona Fang’s 30-year-old Russian doctors, doctors and witches, but none of them satisfied her. On Mother’s Shelter Day, the priest held a cross and walked around the farmhouse. The deacon told her that there was a little old man living near the prison in the city who had been an army doctor. She urged her to look for him. After listening to his advice, the old woman took a bus to the city and brought back a little old man with a big beard and blue veins. He was wearing a robe and was a convert to teach Jews. At that time, several employees in the family worked, and an old tailor wore a pair of scary glasses. Two young men made felt boots out of wool. Chiriac lost his job because of drunkenness. Now he stays at home. He sits next to the tailor and repairs the horse’s collar. The room is crowded and stuffy. The Jews have finished examining Nicholas and said that he needs cupping and bleeding.
He put many cans of old tailor Chiriac’s little girls on the sidelines, and they seemed to think that they saw the disease coming from Nikolai. Nikolai also looked at the cans attached to his chest and slowly filled with thick black blood, and felt that something had run away from him, so he smiled happily.
Well, the tailor said, thank God it works.
The converted Jew pulled out 12 cans, then put another 12 cans. He drank enough tea and left by car. Nikolai fought. His face became thin, and the women said that it was the size of a fist. His fingers turned blue. He covered a sheepskin coat and was pressed again, but he still felt colder and colder. In the evening, he cried so hard that he asked them to put him on the floor and ask the tailor not to smoke. Then he lay on the sheepskin coat and died before dawn.
nine
Ah, how harsh and long winter is
After Christmas, my family has finished eating food, so I have to buy flour. Chiriac stays at home every night, making a noise and stirring my family’s nerves. In the morning, I feel miserable because of headache, shame and pain. It’s really pitiful that hungry cow in the corral barks day and night, making grandma Maria’s heart broken. It seems that it is intentional that people giggle at the trees in the cold weather. There are thick snow everywhere, high snowdrifts drag on for a long time in winter, and there is a real winter snowstorm and a snow at Easter.
But at least the winter passed in early April, the day became warmer, the night remained cold, and the winter refused to leave, but the harmonious spring day finally won. Finally, the ice and snow melted, and the river ran, and all birds were singing. The spring tide flooded a riverside meadow and shrubs, and from Rukewo village to the other side of the river became a piece of Wang Yang water. From time to time, flocks of wild ducks fluttered their wings and rose and fell, and the spring sunset glowed all over the sky. Every evening, a new picture was fantastic. It was incredible that it would be so beautiful when you saw the same color and clouds in the picture.
Wild cranes fly quickly and moan as if calling their companion stepanova to look at the flooded spring water and the sun on the slope for a long time, and the light seems to be getting younger. The church can’t help but shed tears and be breathless with excitement. She is eager to leave here and go anywhere, even if the home at the ends of the earth has decided to let her go back to Moscow as a maid and let Chiriac go there with her to find a janitor or other errands. Let’s leave quickly.
Once the road was dry and the weather was warm, they set off. Ollie Gassa each wore luggage and tree shoes. At dawn, she sent Maria to see them off. Chiriac had to stay at home for another week because of her poor health. stepanova prayed silently for the last time at the church. She thought of her husband, but she didn’t cry. Her face was wrinkled and ugly like an old woman. This winter, she became thinner and uglier. Her hair was a little gray and her face was not as lovely as before. After suffering from the loss of her husband, she smiled happily. This kind of sadness is resigned to her fate. Her eyes are a little dull and dull, as if she is hard of hearing. She is reluctant to leave these farmers in this village. She recalls the scene of carrying Nicholas away. Everyone is praying for the soul next to the farmhouse. Everyone sympathizes with her grief and cries with her. Sometimes in summer and winter, these people seem to live worse than animals. It is terrible to live with them. They are rude, dishonest, dirty and drunk. They are always quarreling because they are not respectful to each other but afraid of each other. They suspect who is the old pub. Who is the drunken peasant who squandered the village, school and church public funds and exchanged money for wine? Who is the peasant who stole from his neighbor’s house and set fire to a bottle of vodka? Who perjured herself in court? Who was the first to oppose the peasant or the peasant at other meetings of the local government? It is terrible to live with them, but after all, they are human beings. They feel pain and cry like ordinary people, and everything can be found in their lives. They are full of pain at night due to heavy labor, and they are sorry for food in winter. The house is crowded, but no one can help them. It is impossible for those who are richer than them toPeople are also very ugly when they come. Those petty officials, petty officials, landlords and housekeepers treat the cultivators as they treat the ronin. They are very commensurate with the village head and church owners. This is done for those who are greedy, stingy, dissolute and lazy. They came to the countryside to bully and plunder and scare the cultivators. Where can they talk about helping farmers or setting a good example? stepanova recalled how pitiful and humiliating the two old people were when Chiriac was dragged to the tree for corporal punishment last winter. Now she feels sorry for these people. She often looks back at those farmhouses as she walks.
Send three Russian Maria, they say goodbye to her, kneel down and kowtow and cry.
I’m alone again. I’m a bad karma. How pitiful and unfortunate.
She cried for a long time like this about stepanova Sasha. Every time she looked back, she could always see her kneeling on the ground with her hands clasped to her head and kowtowing to someone next to her. Several white-billed crows were hovering around her.
The sun rises high and the weather gets hot. Rukewo village is far behind. It’s comfortable to walk. Sasha in stepanova soon forgets Maria in the village. When they are happy and everything around them interests them, there is an earthen mound. One by one, it stretches out to the side. Finally, it disappears on the horizon. When it makes a mysterious buzz, it sees a small village hidden by green trees in the distance. Somehow, it makes people feel that there is happiness. When people are lying alone in the wild, a horse bone lark keeps singing quails one after another.
At noon, Sasha from stepanova came to a big village. In a wide street, they met a little old man, General zhukov, who was cooking. He felt hot. His sweaty, red and bald head was shining in the sunshine. He and stepanova didn’t immediately recognize each other. Then they turned around and looked at each other for a while. After recognizing each other, they went their separate ways without saying a word. They stopped in front of a farmhouse that looked more affluent and updated. stepanova bowed deeply to the open window and sang loudly.
Catholics, for Christ’s sake, please give some charity. Pray for God to bless you and your parents to rest in heaven.
Eastern people, Sasha sings, too. For Christ’s sake, please give some charity. May God bless you and your parents in heaven.
In 1897
Trap
At the edge of the village of Sitz, Mironneau, two hunters came back here for the night in the village chief Prokofi’s shed. They were veterinarians, Ivan Ivanchi, a middle school teacher, burgin Ivan Ivanchi, a rather strange compound name, Chimushamalayaski, which was not suitable for him. 79 People in the provincial capital usually called him by his first name. His father said that he lived in a horse farm in the suburbs. He came to hunt this time to get some fresh air. burgin, a middle school teacher, was a guest at the earl’s house every summer, and he was no longer an outsider in this area.
They haven’t slept for a while. Ivan Ivanchi is a tall, thin old man with long lips and moustache, sitting at the door with his pipe smoking in the moonlight. burgin is lying in the hay and can’t see his face in the dark.
By the way, the village chief’s wife, Mavra, said that this woman is strong and not stupid, that is, she has never left her village, never seen a city or a railway, and in the last ten years, she has been walking around the stove at night.