Chapter 21 Chapter 04

We walked for a long time until we reached the side street.She almost ran away; at last she entered a small shop.I stop and wait for her.I thought: "She must not live in this small shop." Sure enough, after a while, she came out, but the book in her hand was gone.She used to hold a book in her hand, but now she is holding a clay bowl.After walking a few steps, she entered the gate of an ugly building.This building is not big. But it is a brick and tile house, very old style, two stories, the outer wall is painted with dirty yellow paint, and the ground floor has three windows, in one of which there is a small red lacquered coffin - this is an unusual family. The signboard of the big coffin shop.The windows on the upper floor are extremely small,

It is a standard square, with green frosted glass full of cracks, through which you can see pink coarse cloth curtains hanging inside.I crossed the street and walked to the front of the building. I saw a piece of iron nailed on the gate, which read: Xiaoshi Minbubnova lives here. However, as soon as I read the words on the door, there was a shrill woman's scream in the courtyard of the Brenova's house, followed by hoarse curses.I peeped over the gate; and on the wooden steps stood a fat Fat woman, dressed like a petty bourgeois, with a turban.Wearing a green shawl, he has a disgusting purple sauce-colored face; a pair of small naked eyes, covered with bloodshot eyes, are shining fiercely.Although it's still early in the morning,

It was obvious that she was very drunk.Poor Yelena was standing in front of her dumbly holding the bowl, while she yelled and yelled at Yelena.On the stairs behind the girl with the purple sauce-colored face, a woman appeared out of her head. A man with slightly exposed breasts, disheveled clothes, rouge and powder, and a red face.After a while, the door leading from the basement stairs to the ground floor also opened, and a poorly dressed middle-aged woman appeared on the stairs, probably attracted by the shouting , but the woman's appearance was elegant and sober. Through the half-open door, several other tenants living on the ground floor appeared, a senile old man and a girl.A tall and strong man, probably the gatekeeper,

Standing in the middle of the yard, with a broom in hand, lazily watching the excitement. ①Petersburg street name.East-west, across Vasily Island, there are three streets that cross the 129th Street, namely Main Street, Middle Street and Small Street. "Ah, you murderer, ah, you vampire, you shameless girl!" the woman screamed, cursing a series of obscenities in one breath, most of them without commas or periods, but out of breath Breathing out, "You repay me for your kindness in nurturing me like this, you shaggy bastard! I just sent her out to buy some cucumbers, and then she slipped away! When I just sent her out, I thought Nangu, Zhuangge. My My heart is broken for you, so broken! There was a black price yesterday

, I just grabbed her by the hair and gave her a pass because of this, and I ran away again today!Where are you going, you bitch, where are you going!Who are you looking for, you bloody idiot, you goldfish eyes, you bastard, you evil spirit, who are you looking for.say it , You bastard, or I will strangle you to death if I speak! " Then the furious woman threw herself at the poor little girl, but when she caught sight of the lodger on the ground floor, who was standing on the steps looking at her, she stopped suddenly, turned towards her, and again Crying and howling, shouting louder than

It was even harsher just now, and he waved his hands eagerly, as if he wanted to ask her to testify and let her confirm the heinous crime of her poor victim. "Her mother's dying! Well-meaning folks, you know it: she's left alone. I see you're all going to take care of her, with nothing to eat yourselves; and I think, For the sake of Saint Nicholas, servant of the Lord, let me Take some time to adopt this orphan.So I adopted, but guess what?voila.I've fed her for two months—during those two months, she drank my blood and ate my flesh!She is a vampire!Rattlesnake!Unresponsive

Satan!If you hit her, she won't say a word, let her go and leave her alone, she still doesn't say a word; it's like she has saliva in her mouth and can't open her mouth--just keep silent, my heart is broken, but I still don't say a word!Who do you think you are?what do you have Sorry, you green hozen!If it weren't for me, you would have starved to death in the street.You should wash my mother's feet and drink her foot-washing water, you villain, you bastard from France.No old lady, you froze to death and starved to death! " "Anna Trifonovna, why are you so distressed? What has she done to annoy you again?" asked the woman who was speaking to the furious woman respectfully.

"What did you do? My kind sister-in-law, what do you mean? I don't want people to fight against me! Don't do good things, and do bad things with me①, that's my temper! But she is good, she almost didn't make me angry today die! i sent her to the shop She went to buy cucumbers here, and she didn't come back until three hours later!When I sent her out, I had a premonition in my heart; broken heart, broken heart; heart that can't be finished; where has she gone?Where have you been?What backing did you find for yourself?am i wrong She has shown kindness, has she done it?I spared the fourteen rubles owed by her mother, buried her out of my own pocket, and adopted her, little red, my good sister-in-law, you know, and you know it yourself!Excuse me, if I do good deeds like this,

Have no right to discipline her?She should be grateful to Dade, but instead of being grateful, she turned against me!I wish her a good life.I wanted the slut to dress in muslin, and I bought her a pair of leather shoes in Quanyechang, and dressed her up Like a flower peacock - the heart is happy to bloom!Good people, guess what!In just two days, I tore all my clothes into pieces, into pieces, and just walked around in this tattered body!Guess what, she ripped it on purpose --I don't want to tell lies, I have seen it with my own eyes; if I say anything, I will wear coarse cloth, not fine cloth!Well, at the time, I was so angry with her that I beat her up. You know, I called the doctor several times later and gave him money.I can't wait to take you

Strangled, you ungrateful little girl, you can't drink milk for a week--that's what I deserve for you!I punished her for mopping the floor; guess what: she was mopping!Damn girl, wipe it, wipe it!wipe me The fire in my heart is coming up - she is still wiping!Hum, I thought: she will run away from me!I just thought of this, and when I saw it - she ran away, she ran away yesterday!Well-meaning people, you have heard how I beat her yesterday for this Both of her hands were swollen, and I took off her shoes and socks--I thought she would never run away with bare feet; but she ran away again today.Where are you going?Say it!You little bastard, who did you sue, who did you speak ill of me?Say

Ah, you gypsy, you bastard, say it! " Angrily, she rushed at the frightened little girl, grabbed her by the hair, and threw her to the ground.The cucumber bowl flew aside and shattered; this made the drunk shrew furious.She reaches out and hits her own sacrifice But Yelena was very stubborn, she didn't say a word, she didn't say a word, she didn't scream, and even when she was beaten, she didn't cry out or complain.I was so angry that I lost my mind for a moment and rushed into the yard until Ben that drunken bitch. "What are you doing? How dare you treat a poor orphan like this!" I cried, going and grabbing the shrew's hand. ① This remark is selected from the author's "Siberia Notes" (which records the language of many Russian folk words.) ② Refers to fasting and praying to God for forgiveness.Russian custom: milk, eggs, etc. are meat. "What's going on! What are you doing?" she screamed, leaving Yelena behind, with her hands on her hips. "What is there to do when you come to the house?" "I want to say, you are a black-hearted man!" I cried, "how dare you treat a poor child like this? She was not born of you; I heard it with my own ears. She is only your adopted daughter, a Poor orphan..." "Lord Jesus!" cried the shrew, "what do you do? You come here to mess around! Did you come with her? I'll go to the police chief! Even Andron Timofeyitch I also respect me and think that I am a superior people!Could it be you that she often goes looking for?what is your job?He ran to other people's house to play wild.help! " She clenched her fists and rushed towards me.But at this moment, there was a sharp, piercing, inhuman cry.I looked and saw Yelena standing there distraught, when suddenly she let out a terrible, unnatural roar. Crying, he fell headlong, fell to the ground, and twisted like a convulsion.Her face contorted.She had epilepsy.The disheveled and disheveled girl and the woman in the basement ran up, picked her up, and carried her hastily upstairs . "It's better to die, dead girl!" The woman screamed at her back, "It's happened three times in a month... Get out, Lengtouqing!" She laughed and rushed towards me again. "What are you doing standing there, janitor? What are you doing with the money?" "Let's go, let's go! Don't be unhappy," said the porter in a hoarse voice, as if on an errand, "don't meddle in things you don't need to do. Take a bow and go!" I walked out the door resignedly, convinced that my rash behavior was of no avail.But the anger in my heart was burning.I was facing the gate, standing on the sidewalk, looking at the gate.As soon as I walk out, that bitch walks up upstairs, and the janitor didn't know where to go after finishing his work.After a while, the woman who had helped carry Yelena upstairs came down the steps, hurried home, and went to the basement.She stopped when she saw me, and looked curiously at me. Look for it.Her kind, honest face gave me courage.I stepped into the yard again and walked straight up to her. "Excuse me," I said, "what's the matter with the little girl just now? What's the matter with that nasty bitch? Please don't think I'm just asking you out of curiosity. I've seen the little girl Girl, due to certain circumstances, I am very concerned about what happened to her. Yu is very concerned. " "If you care about her, it's better to take her away, or find her a random place, which is better than suffering here," the woman said unwillingly, and started to leave as she spoke. "If you don't tell me, what can I do? To tell you the truth, I don't know anything. Is this woman Bubnova, the landlady of this building?" "It's the landlord." "How did this girl fall into her hands? Her mother lived here and died?" "It just fell into her hands...it's not our business." "Excuse me; to tell you the truth, I'm concerned about it. Maybe I can do something. Who is this little girl? Who's her mother—do you know?" "Looks like a foreigner, from abroad; lived with us in the basement; was very ill; was consumptive, and died later." "Since she lives in the basement, then she is poor?" "Poor! It hurts to look at her. We're having a hard time, and we've got something, but she's only lived with us five months, and she owes us six rubles. We've got her settled; My man made a coffin for her. " "What does Bubnova say, she buried it?" "Follow where!" "What's her last name?" "I can't tell, sir, it's too convoluted; it must be a foreign name." "Smith?" "No, not quite. So Anna Trifonovna took away the orphan she had left behind; she said she adopted it. It's a strange thing..." "Is there any purpose in adopting her?" "Maybe An has a good intention," the woman replied, seeming to be pondering, not sure: to say or not to say? "We are nothing, we are outsiders..." "You better find a doorman for that mouth!" A man's voice came from behind us.This is a middle-aged man in a coat, with a long coat over the coat, dressed as a craftsman—he is the woman's husband. "Sir, we have nothing to say to you; we have nothing to do with the matter..." he said, looking me over with sideways eyes. "Go back! Good-bye, sir; we are coffinmakers. We would be very Willing to serve...other than that, we have no time to serve..." I walked out of that building, thinking about it, very excited.Although I can't make a difference, I can't bear to let it all go like this.Some of the words of the coffin shop lady made me really angry.There must be something strange about this: I have a presentiment a little. I bowed my head in thought, and walked slowly, when suddenly a piercing voice called my name.I looked up - and in front of me was a very drunken man standing there, almost staggering, fairly neatly dressed but in a crappy military uniform. Overcoat, wearing an oil-stained peaked cap.This face looks familiar.I began to study and ponder.He winked at me and smiled teasingly. "Can't recognize it?"