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him by force, but the others said, 鈥榃ait!鈥?Then the Tatar mate set up a cry: T shall go, too!鈥?It was very bad luck. The Tatar had not been paid by the proprietors for the last two journeys; in fact, he had done half of a third one without pay, and that was a lot of money to lose in those days. We wrangled over the matter until night,, and then seven of our company left us, leaving only sixteen or fourteen of us. That鈥檚 what your forests do for people!鈥?鈥淒id they go and join the brigands?鈥? 鈥淢aybe, or they may have become hermits. We did not inquire into the matter then.鈥? Grandmother crossed herself.
鈥淗oly Mother of God! When one thinks of people, one cannot help being sorry for them.鈥? 鈥淲e are all given the same powers of reason, you know, where the devil draws.鈥? We entered the forest by a wet path between marshy hillocks and frail fir-trees. I thought that it must be lovely to go and live in the woods as Kyril of Poreshka had done. There are no chattering human creatures there, no fights or drunkenness. There I should be able to forget the repulsive greediness of grandfather and mother鈥檚 sandy grave, all of which things hurt me, and weighed on my heart with an oppressive heaviness. When we came to a dry place grandmother said:
鈥淲e must have a snack now. Sit down.鈥? In her basket there were rye bread, onions, cucumbers,, salt, and curds wrapped in a cloth. Grandfather looked at all this in confusion and blinked.
鈥淏ut I did not bring anything to eat, good Mother.鈥? 鈥淭here is enough for us all.鈥? We sat down, leaning against the mast-like trunk of a fir-tree. The air was laden with a resinous odor; from the fields blew a gentle wind; the shave-grass waved to and fro. Grandmother plucked the herbs with her dark hands, and told me about the medicinal properties of St. John鈥檚-wort, betony, and rib-wort, and of the secret power of bracken. Grandfather hewed the fallen trees in pieces, and it was my part to carry the logs and put them all in one place; but I stole away unnoticed into the thicket after grandmother. She looked as if she were floating among the stout, hardy tree-trunks, and as if she were diving when she stooped to the earth, which was strewn with fir-cones. She talked to herself as she went along.
鈥淲e have come too early again. There will be hardly any mushrooms. Lord, how badly Thou lookest after the poor! Mushrooms are the treat of the poor.鈥? I followed her silently and cautiously, not to attract her attention. I did not wish to interrupt her 相关的主题文章:

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