When stepanova went to church, she took Maria with her. Both of them walked along the slope of the path towards the meadow. Both of them were in a happy mood. Maria felt that the sister-in-law was lovely and the sun was rising in the meadow. The eagle was hovering low and the river was dim. In some places, the morning fog wrapped around the river, and a band of light extended across the mountain to shine the church. A group of white-billed crows croaked loudly in the landlord’s garden.

My Lord, it’s nothing. Maria talked about it. My wife is terrible. She always quarrels with people. She grows enough food at home to eat the Xie Meat Festival. 63 Fortunately, buying flour in a small shop makes her fly into a rage. She always says that you have too much appetite.
Oh, forget it, dear ones. Just bear it. It says that anyone who works hard and bears a heavy burden can come to me.
Stepanova speaks steadily and slowly, and walks like a pilgrimage woman. She must read the gospel every day and recite it like a church reciter. Although many places don’t understand it, the sacred language always makes her tearful. Whenever she reads such words, her heart seems to stop beating. She believes that she believes in the emperor, the virgin Mary and serving the emperor. She believes that no one can bully her, whether ordinary people, Germans or Zgang Jews. She believes that anyone who doesn’t care about animals will suffer sooner or later. She believes that these words are written in the holy place whenever she reads the Bible.
Where are you from? Maria asked.
I’m from Vladimir, but I went to Moscow a long time ago, when I was only ten years old.
They came to the river, and a woman was undressing at the water’s edge.
That’s our family, Fekla Maria. She crossed the river and went to the landlord’s manor to find the butler there. She is so naughty and quarrelsome.
Fekla, with black eyebrows and long hair, is still young and strong like a girl’s family. She jumped into the river from the shore and flapped her legs vigorously, causing a wave around her.
She’s messing around. Tagmaria said it again.
A wooden bridge made of trees on the river wobbles at the bottom of the bridge. Groups of big-headed round-finned Yarra fish shuttle back and forth in the clear water. The green trees in the river reflect swaying leaves, dewdrops are dazzling, and the warm wind is shining. What a beautiful morning. If there is no poverty and no fear, you can’t hide anywhere. Life in poverty is just as beautiful, but if you look back at the village, you will clearly remember what happened yesterday, so the intoxicating happiness aroused by the surrounding scenery will disappear immediately.
When two people came to the church, Maria was afraid to go any further at the gate, and she was afraid to sit down, but it was after midnight that the bell rang for mass, and she had been like this all the time.
When reading the gospel, the crowd suddenly stirred up, and everyone had to make way for the landlord’s family. Two girls in white dresses and wide-brimmed hats came in, followed by a fat boy in sailor’s face. When they arrived, Ollie became more excited. At first glance, she saw that they would bring up noble people, but Maria frowned and looked at them calmly as if they were not people but demons. If she didn’t get out of the way, she would be trampled to death by them.
Whenever the church deacon bass reads the scripture, Maria always seems to hear Maria roar and shudder.
three
The villagers heard that the guests had come to their house after mass, and many people came to their house. Leonchev’s family Matveychev’s family Yili Yiqiao’s family all came to inquire about their relatives who were working in Moscow. Young people in Rukovo village could read, write and be sent to Moscow, and they were sent to restaurants and hotels. Young people in the village across the river were sent to bakeries as apprentices. This trend has been around for a long time, and it was still like this in serfdom. At that time, a Rukovo farmer, Luca Ivanqi, became a strange figure in Moscow. In the music department, when the commissary is in charge, people from the same village are accepted to do things. These people have gained a firm foothold and called their relatives to work in restaurants and hotels. Since then, the villagers in Sili Township have changed the name of Rukovo village to call it a people’s village or a slave’s village. At the age of eleven, Nikolai was sent to Moscow by Ivan Makarech of Matveychev’s family. He got a job. Ivan Makarech was an usher in the Targe Garden Theater in Elmy. Now Nikolai solemnly says to Matveychev’s family.
Ivan Makarech is my benefactor, and I have to pray for God’s blessing day and night. Thanks to him, I am a decent man.
Oh, my God, a tall old woman, Ivan Makarech’s sister, said tearfully that there is no news of her old man and my relatives now.
Last winter, he worked as an official in Master Omon’s house. This season, I heard that he went to work in the garden outside the city. He used to be old. He used to take home a dozen roubles every day in a summer, but now business is slow everywhere, which is really hard for his old man.
Those old women watched him wear felt shoes feet and looked at his pale face and said sadly
You can’t make money, Nikolai Osipke. If you can’t make money, how can you?
Everyone knows Sasha. She’s ten years old, but she’s very thin. It looks like she’s at most seven years old. Don’t be a little girl. Her faces are tanned and her hair is cut short at random and she’s wearing a faded gown. Her face is white, her eyes are big and her black hair is covered with red ribbons. It looks a little funny among them, as if this is a little beast that has just been caught from the wild.
Can she read it? stepanova looked at her daughter tenderly and praised her. You read a good boy. She said that you should read a gospel from the parcel to those Catholics.
The gospel is very old and heavy, and the edge of the sheepskin cover is dirty. It smells like a group of monks brought it in when they entered the room. Sasha raised her eyebrows and read aloud like a poem.
The Lord appeared to Yue Se in a dream and said that he took the child with his mother.
With the child, she repeated to his mother stepanova that she was flushed with excitement.
Escape to Egypt and live there until I tell you.
Hearing the words, stepanova couldn’t help crying any longer. Maria looked at her and sobbed. Then Ivanmakareqi’s sister coughed and tossed with the crying old man, trying to find a small gift for her granddaughter, but she couldn’t find anything. After reading it, the neighbors went home and were deeply moved, praising Sasha in stepanova.
Because it’s a holiday, the family stays at home all day. The old woman, whether her husband, daughter-in-law or grandchildren, calls her grandma. She has to do everything herself. She cooks tea in her own stove and milks the cows in the afternoon. Then she keeps complaining that so much work is killing her. She is always worried that her family’s appetite is too big and that the old man’s daughter-in-law are idle. For a while, she seems to hear a flock of geese from the shop owner’s house get into her garden from behind, so she picks up a long pole and runs to watch the house as thin and weak as she is. Cabbage started to shout for half an hour. After a while, she felt as if the crow wanted to catch her chicken, so she swore and rushed at the crow. She was angry and nagged from morning till night, and the pedestrians in the street couldn’t help but stop.
She is not angry with her old man, either calling him a lazy bone or a pain in the ass. He is a poor and unreliable farmer. If she hadn’t kept urging him, I’m afraid he would really do nothing. He sat on the stove all day gossiping. He talked endlessly about many of his enemies and complained that he was bullied by his neighbors every day. It was really a pain to listen to him.
Yes, his hands rested on her hips. Speaking of which, a week after the Holy Cross Festival, I sold the hay for a putt of 30 kopecks. I was willing to sell it. Yes, it was good, but one morning I pushed the hay away. I was willing to sell it and didn’t provoke anyone, but I was unlucky. When I saw the village’s Anjipu Sedelnikov coming from the pub, where did you send the rest things? He also gave me a slap in the face.
Chiriac had a splitting headache when he was drunk. He was ashamed to see his brother.
Vodka kills people. Oh, my God, he muttered, shaking his head and swelling his head. You have to look at your brothers and sisters in Christ. Please forgive me. I am not happy myself.
Because this day is a festival, they bought a herring from the pub and cooked a pot of fish head soup. At noon, everyone drank tea for a long time and drank it hot and sweaty. It seems that the tea filled their stomachs before drinking fish soup. Everyone drank it on the fish with a crock. Grandma hid it.
In the evening, a potter was burning on the slope, girls were singing and dancing in circles, people were playing accordion on the other side of the river, people were burning kilns, and girls were singing melodious songs in the distance. Outside the pub, the farmers were noisy, and they were drunk, singing and swearing, which made stepanova tremble and shout.
Oh, dear
She was surprised that the swearing words could be continuous and the loudest, but the old men and children who were about to be buried did not feel sorry for it. Obviously, they were used to it as early as in the cradle.