Chapter 41 coal barrel knight

All the coal is gone; the coal bucket is empty; the shovel is useless; the stove is cold; the house is full of bitter cold; the tree outside the window is frozen in hoarfrost; the sky is like a silver shield, blocking the call for help people.I must have coal!I can't freeze to death!Behind me is the cold stove, in front of me is the cold sky.So now I must hurry and go to the coalmongers for help.He must be insensitive to my ordinary requests.I must make it very clear to him that I have not a single cinder left, and that he is to me the sun in the sky.I must go like a beggar--when the beggar was dying of hunger, leaning against the threshold, the hostess's cook decided to feed him some leftover coffee--the coal seller was very angry, but He must have had to throw a shovelful of coal into my bucket in the light of the commandment "Thou shalt not kill."

How you get there will undoubtedly determine the outcome of the trip, so I rode the coal barrel.Like a knight, I seized the handle of the barrel with both hands, the simplest of bridles, and turned with difficulty down the stairs.But, once downstairs, my barrel went up, and it's amazing, it's amazing!Those camels lying on the ground were no more than that when they stood up unsteadily under the commander's stick.It traversed the icy streets at an even pace, and its height was fantastic, a few times I was raised as high as the second floor, but never as low as the concierge.I floated unnaturally high in front of the door of the coal dealer's basement, where the dealer was squatting at a small table in the basement, writing something.To let off the excess heat in the room, he left the door open.

"The owner of the coal shop!" I shouted eagerly. As soon as I uttered my deep voice, I was covered in my exhaled breath, which seemed particularly cloudy in the severe cold. "Boss, please give me some coal! My coal bucket is empty, so I can ride on it. Please, I'll pay you as soon as I have money." The coal seller put his hands to his ears. "Did I hear you right?" He turned to his wife, who was knitting on a fireside bench. "Did I hear you right? There's a buyer." "I didn't hear anything," said the woman, knitting a sweater, panting peacefully, leaning her back against the stove to keep warm.

"Oh, yes," I exclaimed, "it's me, a regular customer, loyal and honest, but there's nothing I can do right now." "Wife," said the coal-monger, "there is a man, I can't be mistaken; a regular customer, must be a regular customer, who speaks so well." "What's the matter with you, old man," said the woman, pressing her work to her breast, and after a pause, "there's no one, the streets are empty, we've got coal for all our customers, and we can The coal shop will be closed for a few days to take a break." "But here I am, sitting on the coal bucket," I cried, my eyes blurred by cold, unconscious tears, "please look up, you'll find me in no time, I beg you to give me One shovelful of coal, and if you could give me two I'd be mad with joy. The other customers did take care of that, but I, ah, wish I could hear the coal rattle in the bucket. "

"Here I come," said the coal-monger, and went up the basement steps on his short legs, but the woman stood in front of him before him, clutching his arm, and said, "Stay here, if you If you insist on going up, let me go up. Think of your terrible coughing at night, for a business, and an imaginary business at that, and forget your wife and children, and don't want your lungs. Okay, I'll go." "Tell him the types of coal in our warehouse, and I'll quote you the price later." "Okay," the woman said, and went up the street.Of course she saw me at once, "Ma'am," I cried, "with my sincere regards. All I need is a shovel of coal, a shovel of the worst coal, in this bucket, and I pull it back myself, Of course I'll pay the full amount, but not yet, not now." The words "not now" sounded like a bell, and it mingled with the evening bell from the nearby church steeple, enough to make the People are fascinated.

"What does he want?" asked the coal-seller, "nothing," the woman cried down, "there's nothing out there, I see nothing, I hear nothing, except the clock at six o'clock. We Close the door, it's too cold, maybe we'll be busy again tomorrow." She heard nothing, saw nothing, but she took off her apron and tried to drive me away with it.Sadly she succeeded.My coal bucket has all the advantages of a mounted animal, it has no resistance, it is so light that a woman's apron can drive it off the ground. "You devil," I yelled back when she turned back to the shop waving her hands in the air half-contemptuously and half-smugly, "You devil! You won't even give me a shovel of the worst coal when I beg you." So , I climbed the iceberg and let myself disappear forever.