Oh, my God, my God. Sometimes he raises his hand and mumbles, Help us. Have mercy. If you are not strong in ability and belief, you will take up this teaching post. I am desperate. Mother of God, help me.
Take it easy, said Reverend Kunin.
I’m starving. Reverend Pavel mikhailovich Yakov went on to say, forgive me. I’m at the end of my rope. I know that everyone will help me if I ask for help, but I can’t. I’m afraid of losing face. How can I ask the cultivators for help? You work here. Do you see who will reach out to beggars for help and tell the moneymen for help? I can’t tell the landlords for help. I am ashamed.
Reverend Yakov waved his hand and scratched his head anxiously.
Shame God, I’m ashamed. Do I want others to see me down and out? When you came to my house as a guest, we didn’t have a piece of tea. Pavel mikhailovich had no respect at all, which forced me not to tell you the truth. I was ashamed of wearing these patches and starving myself. So does the priest respect it?
Reverend Yakov stopped in the middle of the room as if Kunin were not around.
Even if I can stand hunger and humiliation, God knows that I still have a wife. You know, she is a good family. She has white hands and is so gentle. She is used to drinking tea, eating white bread and sleeping in sheets. She plays the piano at her parents’ home. Maybe she is young and less than twenty years old. Maybe she dresses up and plays coquettish and sits in a car to visit guests, but when she comes to my place, she is not ashamed to meet people in the street. Oh, my God. Her only pleasure is to bring back a piece of sweet bread or something whenever I go to visit.
Yakov priest scratched his head again.
She has lost her love and sympathy. I feel pity when I see her. Oh, my God, what kind of world is this? People don’t believe it even when it is published in the newspaper. When will this world end?
Stop it, Reverend Kunin was shocked by his tone of voice and almost cried. Why do you take life so dark?
Forgive me, Reverend Pavel mikhailovich Yakov, as if he were drunk, muttering and forgiving these wrong words. Don’t pay attention to me. I’m blaming me, and I’m also responsible
Yakov priest looked back and said in a low voice.
Early in the morning, I went from Sinkovo to Luqikovo village. At first glance, I saw a woman standing on the river bank. I was so surprised that I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got closer. It was terrible. Ivan Sergei Yiqi and his wife were sitting there washing clothes, but the aristocratic woman had to be seen to get up early and run to a place one mile away from the village to wash clothes. It was a shame for her. When I saw her, her poor face turned red and I was so scared that I ran to help her, but she hid the laundry for fear that I would see her rags.
It sounds unbelievable. Kunin sat down and looked at Reverend Yakov’s face almost in fear.
I really can’t believe it. No husband and wife in Bavel mikhailovich ever went to the river to do laundry. There is no such thing in any country. I am a parishioner and a priest. How can I endure such a thing? What can I do? I have asked her husband to see a doctor without paying. You are right. This kind of thing is unbelievable. You don’t even believe your eyes. You know, when you look outside the altar during prayer, you will see your congregation hungry. Reverend Abla Ami’s wife reminds me of the husband and wife. Her hands are blue with cold water. Do you believe it? I will forget everything until I
Priest Yakov walked again.
Jesus, my Lord, he waved his hands. Holy saints, I can’t even pray. You talk to me about school affairs. I’m like a puppet. I don’t listen to anything. I think it’s the same with eating in the temple. What’s wrong with me? Reverend Yakov went back to the gods and said that you had come. I’m very sorry. I’m just saying, forgive me.
Kunin silently shook priest Yakov’s hand and sent him to the front hall. He went back to his room and went to the window. He saw priest Yakov leave the room and pressed his faded wide-brimmed hat low to his eyes. He was ashamed to leave quietly along the road because he had spoken his mind to others.
I can’t see where his carriage is, Kunin thought.
Kuning was very sorry to think that priests had come to him on foot these days. The village of Sinkovo was seven Russian miles away from his home, and the road was muddy. Then Kuning saw the driver Andre, a little boy, jumping through several puddles, and priest Yakov was covered in mud. Two men ran to him to accept the blessing. Priest Yakov took off his hat and slowly blessed Andre and the little boy and rubbed the boy’s head.
Kunin wiped his eyes away from the window, blurred his eyes and looked at the room all over. It seemed that there was still a trembling panting sound in the room. He looked at the table. Fortunately, Reverend Yakov forgot to take away the sermon he wrote in a hurry. Kunin quickly walked over and picked up the sermon, tore it into pieces and threw it at the bottom of the table in disgust.
I actually realized that he rolled over on the sofa and moaned, I have been a regular member, honorary mediator and member of the school Council in this area for almost a year, and I have become a blind puppet gentleman. Give him a hand as soon as possible.
He tossed and turned painfully, pressed his hands on his temples and thought nervously.
On the 20th, I can get a salary of 200 roubles. Find an excuse to give him a sum of money, which will hurt their respect and help Father Abla Ami.
He raised his finger and counted the money. He couldn’t help but feel that he had two hundred rubles to pay the housekeeper and servant to send meat to Han. He couldn’t help but think that it was not too far in the past. At that time, he was still twenty years old and squandered his father’s industry to send expensive fans to prostitutes. In one day, he gave the driver Kutz ten rubles, and the vanity monster gave gifts to actresses. If these money were lost in vain, how many games would be sent now? One ruble, three rubles and ten rubles. These bills are extraordinary.
Father Abla Ami can live for three rubles a month, Kunin thought. Just give a ruble to the priest’s wife to make a shirt, and the couple can hire a washerwoman. If I want to help them, I must help them.
Ku suddenly thought that he had written a snitch letter to the bishop, and he twitched as if he were suddenly blown by a chill. At the thought of this, he felt ashamed both in front of himself and in the face of that.
However, people who are well-intentioned, full of food and drink, and do things without thinking often end up doing good things like this.
In 1886
Grisha
Grisha is a chubby little boy who was born year after year. He plays with the nanny in the mall. He is wearing a long cotton cloak, a scarf and a big hat. His fur ball feet are warm boots. He feels hot and stuffy, and the four-moon sunshine makes his eyes ache.
He walks timidly and staggers, and looks awkward, which shows that he is still very confused and curious about the world around him.
Today, his familiarity with the world is limited to that square room. In one corner, there is his bed, and in the other corner, there is his nanny box. In the third corner, there is a chair, and in the last corner, there is a long light. If you look at the bottom of the bed, you will see that there is a broken arm, a doll, a bulging nanny box, and all kinds of things behind it. There will be more spools of paper, a small box with a broken arm and a clown with a broken leg. In this world, besides nanny Grisha, mother, a kitten is also a frequent visitor to the room It’s a fur coat with no eyes and no tail. The door of the world called the children’s room faces a spacious place where everyone eats and drinks tea. There is a clock hanging on the four feet of Grisha’s chair. The only way to put the clock there is to shake it and knock it. The dining room can connect to a room. A few red sofa carpets are dark. This spot has been poked by people to scare him. There is another room at the back of this room. Dad is really a mysterious person. Mom’s mother was white at first sight. They dressed Grisha, fed him and put him to sleep, but what did Dad do? There was an unpredictable person, that is, her aunt gave Grisha that drum. Now she disappeared. Where has she gone? Grisha looked for the sofa behind the bed box more than once, but she couldn’t be seen.
Nowadays, there are so many dazzling sunshine coming and going in this world that his parents and aunts have made him wonder who to run to, but the strangest and strangest number is that Magritsar trachoma looks at those running legs and how they can’t make white. He looks at the nanny and wants her to talk about it, but she just doesn’t say a word.
Suddenly he heard terrible footsteps. A group of soldiers marched straight towards him along the mall, all red-faced, with a steam bath birch broom under their armpits. Grisha was so scared that she was cold and puzzled that she looked at the nanny to see if it was dangerous, but the nanny didn’t start to run or cry, which means it wasn’t dangerous. Grisha’s eyes followed the soldiers and ran in their footsteps.
Two big cats with long faces ran across the mall with their tails sticking out. Grisha thought he had to run, too, and ran with the cats.
Don’t run away. The nanny grabbed him by the shoulder and shouted, Where are you going? You are naughty.
An aunt came, sat down with a wooden basin in her hand, and Grisha walked over and brought an orange without saying a word.
What are you doing with his nanny? He also knocked on his hand and took the orange fool.
At this time, Grisha found that the broken glass of his foot shone like a long lamp. He really wanted to pick it up happily, but he was afraid that his little hand would be beaten and dare not move.
Hello, suddenly, a thick, ringing sound almost rang in his ears and he saw a tall button shining beside him.
He saw with his heart that the man reached out to the nanny and she talked together. The sun was shining, the car was noisy, the horses were shining, and the buttons were shining. It was so novel and not terrible that Grisha felt very happy. He laughed.
Come on, let’s go together. He grabbed the man’s back and shouted.
Where to? The man asked.
Let’s go together, Grisha kept urging.
