Yes, yes, he finally speaks, and your head will feel very uncomfortable. He patted her on the shoulder with an air of opposition. She gently pulled his hand from her shoulder and kissed it shyly. Oh, yes, yes, you are a good girl. He smiled proudly and said, but what can I do? You have thought about it. Now that winter is coming in the countryside, you know that it is simply unbearable to live in Petersburg. It is wonderful to be there. A silly girl like you can never dream of living in the street like that. People from all walks of life asked me questions. Akulena listened to him with her mouth slightly open like a child, but he turned over and said, Why am I telling you this? You won’t understand.
What? Don’t say it, Victor. Alexander Leckie, I know, I know.
Look at you.
Kulina bowed her head.
That’s not what you said to me earlier. Victor Alexander Leckie said she didn’t look up.
What about before? What about before he said this? He seemed very angry and said
They both stopped doing it.
But I should go. Victor said he had put his elbow up.
Wait a little longer, said akulina imploringly.
What? I’ve already told you goodbye.
Wait a minute, akulina said again.
Victor lay down again and whistled. Aculina never left his eyes. I watched her get excited. Her lips trembled and her cheeks turned red.
Victor Alexander Leckie, she finally said in a broken voice, you shouldn’t, you shouldn’t, Victor Alexander Leckie, really.
What shouldn’t he frowned and raised his head slightly and turned his head towards her
It’s too bad that Victor Alexander Leckie seldom said a good word to me at parting, even to me, who relies on bad karma.
Then what shall I say to you?
I didn’t know that you knew better. Victor Alexander Leckie, you are leaving. You should have said something. How did I end up like this?
How strange you are! What can I do?
You should always say something.
Well, you’re still doing this, he said ruefully and got up.
Don’t be angry with Victor Alexander Leckie, she said hastily, barely holding back her tears.
I’m not angry, but you’re stupid. What do you want? Isn’t that that I can’t marry you? Isn’t that that I can’t? Well, what do you want? What do you want? He puts his face out as if waiting for an answer and opens his finger.
I don’t want anything, she stammered, and I finally got up the courage to extend a pair of fighters to him, even if I said a word at parting.
Her tear came like spring wat.
Look, I’m crying again. Victor said coldly and pulled the hat forward from behind to my eyes.
I don’t want her to smoke anything and put her hands over her face and say, but what should I do if she asks me to stay at home in the future? What will happen to me in the future? What will happen to me as a bad karma person? They will marry me as a dependent person to a person who doesn’t care about me. My life is so bitter.
Always like this, always like this. Victor muttered softly, rubbing his feet.
Even if you say a word, even if you say a word, Akulena will say me.
Suddenly, she burst into tears and said she couldn’t go. She lay on the grass and cried sadly. She kept twitching, and the back of her head kept shaking for a long time. The pain finally surged like a giant. Victor stood beside her for a while, shrugged his shoulders for a while, turned around and strode away.
After a while, she stopped crying, looked up and looked back. She shook her hands in amazement and tried to chase after her, but her legs went limp and I couldn’t help but rush to her. But when she saw that I came from nowhere, she gently called out and ran into the jungle, leaving wild flowers scattered on the ground.
After a while, I picked up the bunch of cornflowers and walked into the Woods to the field. The sun hung low in the pale white bright sky, and the sun seemed to have faded and cooled. The sun was not shining, but it spread into a uniform and almost moisture-containing light wave. It was only half an hour until dusk, but the sunset just now a gust of wind blew through the yellow and dry crops to meet me, and pieces of curly little leaves rushed to raise in the wind and flew from the side across the road to the edge of the forest, facing the field like a wall. The broken flash is clear but not bright. The straw in the red grass is flashing and shaking everywhere. The autumn spider’s head is shaking. I am coming. I am disappointed. Through the gradual fading of everything, although it is refreshing, it seems that I can see the terrible desolation in the near winter. I am careful. The crow’s wings fly high above my head with heavy and violent strokes, and then turn around and squint at me. Then they fly to the other side of the forest. A large group of pigeons fly quickly from the threshing floor and suddenly rotate like columns for a while.
I went home, but the image of poor Akulena has not left my mind for a long time, and although her cornflower has withered, I still have it today.
Chertophanov Niedaopiaoskine
Originally published in the first issue of Modern People magazine in 1849, Necrasov listed it as the most successful hunter’s notes, while Grigorev compared it with Holca Ritchie.
On a hot summer day, I came back from hunting in a carriage. Ermolai sat next to me and dozed off in a daze. Two dogs kept whipping the coachman from time to time to drive away the horse flies. The white dust flew with the carriage like a light cloud. Our carriage entered the bush, and the road was even more rugged. The wheels hit the branches from time to time. Ermolai summoned up his spirits and looked around. Hey, he cried, there must be grouse here. Let’s get in the car. My dog found a nest of grouse. I shot and tried to reload. Suddenly I heard it ring behind me.
Ask him arrogantly and say, Sir, why do you hunt here? This stranger speaks very fast and intermittently with a nasal voice. I looked at him. I have never seen anyone like this in my life. Dear readers, I saw a short man with pale yellow hair, red lion nose and long red beard. The top Persian hat reached his eyebrows and covered his forehead. He was wearing a shabby yellow jacket, a black Persian velvet ammunition bag with faded silver sash on his shoulder and a horn belt to hang it. Short Sword A thin, high-nosed, bordeaux horse is desperately tossing in his seat. Two thin, crooked-claw hounds are also constantly wandering around the leg of the horse. The eyes of this strange face are all moving. Everyone shows arrogance and boldness. He has never seen arrogance. His double god light blue eyes are constantly wandering around like drunkard’s eyes. He leans his head back, puffs his cheeks, snorted and trembled as if he were as powerful as a turkey. He repeated his question.
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