Chapter 11 bull shoulders

bull shoulders (1) But looking back now, it pains me to be angry with Ivan over such a small thing.At the time, we didn't know how important the time we had to live happily together was to us.Ivan got angry and claimed that he was going to send money to my mother, but said that seeing her again would cause us endless trouble.Ivan was well aware that the "citizens" were going to flay him eventually, and that all the noise on TV was disturbing him, and he believed that someone had bribed my mother to lure wolves out of the woods this way, so to speak.As for me, Ivan was so indifferent and spoke with such conviction, I felt very sad.

Ivan wanted to explain to me that this kind of show is for anyone, and it makes people think that the defendants in the "big suit" might still be alive by now.But I've never known anything about politics, I exclaimed, it's only about my mother and me.Ivan didn't put himself in my shoes. My parents and I lived in the hot and humid low-rent housing in Calle-le-Mouille for many years. Ivan didn't know what was going on.Mother made me sad, but my mind was too messed up to think calmly. As a precaution, I boarded a cattle car.I feel a little better with the cows.I drank the milk, relaxed my mind, and fell asleep.When the train arrived at the terminal, I was neither on the left nor on the right. When the skin was thin, I felt very cold in the robe, and when the skin was thick, I didn’t feel it. The robe was torn many times.I stole some hay from the cows.Thinking about the days to come, I ate a lot.When night fell, I got off the train and quickly came to the outskirts of the small town.The hay regurgitates because I can't chew the cud and the hay is heavy.I had to stop every now and then because of the abdominal pain and also because I hadn't eaten for a long time.Seeing my mother like this, I don't think it's very decent, especially in that tattered gown.

I came to a few roads in the corner of the suburbs and saw bare trees swaying slowly in the wind.I said to myself, don't rush to ring the doorbell of my mother's house.I'm scared.I approached those trees. This is the first time I have seen trees so tall and smell so fragrant.They smell of the bark and the raw sap that accumulates on the trunk, and make one feel all the powers that have lain dormant in winter.Between the thick roots of the big trees, the ground cracked, as if the roots had penetrated into it, and the soil was turned up from the inside, and I arched my nose into the soil.Autumn was gone, dead leaves smelled good, and all the crumbly bits of earth smelled of moss, acorns, mushrooms.I searched, dug, and smelled, and it seemed to me that the whole earth had entered into me, that four seasons were born in me, wild geese flew up, southerly winds blew, and fragrant flower lilies and fruits grew.Layers of humus, traces are left in the four seasons, tracing the past more and more clearly.

I found a large black wild rice and first thought of that St. Sylvester's Day in 2000 AD, and I ate so much amidst such a rowdy crowd.Later, the phantom disappeared. I bit a piece of wild rice and made a sound of "gaza gaza". The fragrance penetrated my nose into my throat, just like eating a clod of soil.The winter of the earth split open in my mouth, I forgot the millennium in the future, and also forgot everything I had experienced.It curls up and rolls over me, and I forget about everything.I don't know when I lost my memory.I ate and ate.The wild rice tastes a bit like frozen swamps, sprouts curled up waiting for spring to return and seedlings bursting out of the icy soil and instilling patience in anticipation of a future harvest.My stomach is heavy as winter, longing to find a boar's nest, longing to sleep and wait.

I used my limbs to dig, shit, and roll, making a nice oval hole full of waking worms and sprouting puffballs.The hot earth began to steam around me, and I dropped to my stomach, mouth on my limbs, clods of dirt on my back.I lay there for a long, long time, the dawn sun caressing my mouth.I smell the moon passing overhead, falling from the other side of the earth, bringing the wind in the night, as if there is a smell of cold sand.I thought of Ivan, and got up from the boar's den.I felt abdominal pain again and woke up.I was afraid of losing myself, like losing Ivan.I struggled so hard to get myself up, it hurt me so much.It was too difficult to continue living without Ivan.It is much easier to resign yourself to fate, to eat and sleep, which requires no effort, just vitality.There is life in the muscles of my sow, in the vulva of the sow, in the brain of the sow, enough life to live in a boar's den.I fell into the hole again, and my whole body turned with the rotation of the earth, I breathed with the wind, my heart beat with the tide hitting the shore, and the blood flowing was as heavy as snow.The smell of trees, scents, humus, moss, and moss made my muscles move.I feel the call of other animals in my arteries, the antagonism and mating of my kind in rut, and their seductive scent.

Now I know that when there is a turmoil, it is necessary to concentrate and keep calm to avoid the inner fear, so as to overcome the panic that has been born in the hearts of animals since the first storm in the world.Death is the same for everyone, and death is all around me, and I must remain calm.The other pigs were terrified, and I crouched in a corner behind them when I saw the door open.At the same time, the truck arrived and stopped in front of the door.The owner of the perfume shop got out of the car, he was very fat, and I saw him standing on the door frame, bending his bull shoulders, kissing my mother on the mouth, and patting her bottom with some kind of endearment.The words Fuli Electronics were printed on the truck, but there was a strong smell of corpses inside.

Bull Shoulders (2) The owner of the perfume shop and my mother do black market business. With the current price of meat, they should make a lot of black money.He dressed like a high-ranking business executive, but his mother gave him a white apron and a piece of rope, and the two went into a pigsty.In her hand, the mother held a large knife, a copper basin for blood and some newspapers for burning pig skin. "There, in the corner," said the mother.As they approached me, the other pigs fled, making a mess, and a huge empty circle formed around me.I am going to fight to the death, mother is not only a murderer, but also a thief, she wants to kill a pig that does not belong to her.I showed my teeth, and the perfume shop owner made a joke, throwing a rope at the top of my head.I remembered the last scene with Ivan, it filled my nerves, my stomach, my muscles, my whole body stood up, out of hatred, out of fear, I don't know, maybe because of me All the love to Ivan.The boss's face turned livid. He trembled and took out a pistol from his pocket. I snatched the gun from him and fired two shots, the first at him and the second at my mother.The knife fell into the copper basin and made a "bang-dang" sound.Later, I went to the forest, and a few pigs followed me, and others were too attached to the comforts of a modern pigsty and should have been taken in by the Humane Society or another farmer, anyway, I wouldn't like being like them now.

Bull Shoulders (3) Since then, I have been a pig most of the time, and it is more convenient to live in the forest. I live with a very beautiful and strong wild boar.In the evening, I often go back to the farm, watch TV, and call the mother of the perfume shop owner.The only person you can think of The day the film crew came, I checked everything out from the forest.They found my finger marks on the pistol next to the body, the show will show, but they're probably still looking for me now. I am not dissatisfied with my lot, the food is good, the glade is comfortable, the little boars keep me happy

.I often do whatever I want.When I wake up in the morning, the soil around me is warm, and the smell on my body is mixed with the smell of humus. I can eat a few mouthfuls without even getting up, and I can have a few claws in my dreams. Acorns, chestnuts, everything There is nothing better than rolling into a boar's den. As soon as I recovered a little, I started writing.As the moon rises and I reread my notebooks in its icy light, the desire to write arises in me.I stole the notebook from the farm.I tried to do what Ivan taught me, but it didn't go his way: the reason I stretched my neck toward the moon was to restore the curves of my body.