The old man refused to talk.
Tell me about my mouth. I heard my coachman ask you why you can’t cure muldoon’s disease. Do you really know how to treat it?
Your coachman is a straight man, Kasijan replied thoughtfully, but it’s not without sin to say I’m a doctor. What kind of doctor am I? Who can cure diseases? It’s up to the emperor to arrange some grasses, flowers and flowers. It’s more effective than Bidens bipinnata, which is a kind of beneficial grass to people. It’s also true that these grasses are not disgraceful because they are pure grasses, but other grasses are not. It’s also a sin to even say these grasses unless you pray at the same time, of course. Who believes who can save him by playing the bass again?
Didn’t you give muldoon any medicine? I asked
I know it’s late, the old man replied, but what is this? Carpenter muldoon is not a long-lived man, but he will live soon. That’s it. Yes, anyone who can’t live long, even the sun can’t be as warm as others. It’s no good for him to eat food as if he had agreed to go to another place. Yes, God let his soul rest in peace.
Have you moved here for a long time? I asked after a short silence
No, not for a long time, about four years ago, when our old club was alive, we lived in our old place, but this is not the guardian who moved us here. Our old club has a good heart and wishes him to go to heaven early. Oh, of course, the guardian did the right thing. It seems that it has to be the case.
Where did you live before?
We live by the beautiful Mecha River.
Is that place far from here?
About one hundred leagues.
What, is it better there?
It’s a lot better. It’s a vast place with rivers everywhere. That’s our nest. This place is narrow and short of water. We’re deserted here. In our place, on the beautiful Meicha River, you climb the hill and have a look. Oh, my God, what is this? Well, there are rivers, meadows and Woods. There are churches and meadows over there. You can see it far, far away. Look at it. Oh, it’s really beautiful. Is the land here really good? Farmers say it’s good loam, and I grow crops
What’s up, old man? Honestly, do you want to go back to your hometown to live?
Yes, it’s good to go back and have a look, but it’s good everywhere. I’m a little man with no family. I’m walking around. What’s the point of sitting at home? I don’t want to walk around. He went on to say that it’s really refreshing to see more sunshine, and my heart is more comfortable to sing. It’s also sweeter to see what kind of grass here. Then you remember to pick one. The water there is more than saying that it’s spring water or fairy water. Then you can drink enough and remember that birds are singing from the ground. Kursk used to be grass. It’s amazing how vast it is. It’s really a gift from the emperor. People say that the grass stretches all the way to the warm sea. It’s very nice to hear birds. Geman leaves don’t fall in autumn and winter, and silver branches grow. People in Jinping live a rich and fair life. I wish I could be there. I’ve been to Rome, Simbilsk, which is a very good city. I’ve also been to Moscow, where I’ve been to the dome of the golden church, the Orca River, the dear Tsna River and the Volga River, my mother. I’ve met Good people have been to some decent cities. I wish I could get there, and it’s better that I’m not the only one. Many others are begging all the way to find it in tree shoes. Otherwise, what’s the point of sitting at home? People are unfair. That’s it
Kasijan spoke these last words so quickly that it was almost impossible to hear them clearly. Later, he said two more words that I simply couldn’t listen to them, and his face expression was so strange that I couldn’t help but think of the title of madness. He bowed his head and coughed and cleared his throat as if he had come to his senses.
What a beautiful sun! His novels are a gift from the emperor. How warm it is in this forest!
He shrugged his shoulders and was silent for a while. He looked at it casually and began to hum a song. I can’t hear these two sentences clearly.
My name is Kasijan.
Also nicknamed flea
Oh, I thought he made it up. He suddenly shivered and stared at the depths of the forest and stopped singing. I looked back and saw a seven-year-old peasant girl wearing a blue blouse, a plaid scarf, a tan and a basket on her arm. She probably never expected to meet us. Most people often say that she ran into us. She was motionless in the shade of the lush hazel trees. Her black eyes looked at us in horror. As soon as I saw her clearly, I got behind the tree.
Anu Shika Anu Shika, come here. Don’t be afraid, the old man called affectionately
I’m afraid of the little girl’s shrill voice
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid to come to me.
Anu Shika walked silently around her hiding place in a circle, and her little feet walked on the dense grass and almost silently came from the bushes next to the old man. The little girl was not seven years old as I had previously guessed from her height, but thirteen or fourteen years old. She was thin and small, but symmetrical and flexible. Her beautiful little face was strikingly similar to Kasijan’s, although Kasijan was not good-looking, her pointed face was equally strange, her eyes were naughty, her sincerity was deep and her manners were the same. Kasijan looked at her and she was next to him.
How to pick mushrooms? He asked.
It’s mushrooms, she replied with a shy smile
Did you pick a lot?
A lot. She gave him a quick look and smiled again.
Is it white
Yebai
Let me see it. Let me see it. She put the basket on her shoulder and uncovered half of a large burdock leaf covered with mushrooms. Oh, Kasijan bent over the basket and said, what a mushroom! What a Anu Shika!
Why, Kasijan, is this your daughter? I asked Anu Shika, blushing.
No, it’s a relative Kasijan pretending to be casual and saying, Oh, Anu Shika, you go. He immediately added that you go, but be careful
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