Chapter 4 part one - one

Matthew 18:21-22: "At that time Peter came to Jesus and said to Jesus, Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother who has sinned against me? Seven times? Jesus said, "I tell you, not seven times, but seventy times seven." Matthew 7:3: "Why do you see the speck in your brother's eye, but don't think of the log in your own?" "John's Gospel" chapter eight verse seven: "...he who is without sin among you, let him be the first to throw a stone at her." "Luke Gospel" Chapter 6, Verse 40: "Students cannot be higher than their teachers, and those who have completed their studies are only as good as their teachers." A

Even though hundreds of thousands of people live in a small area and try their best to ruin the land beyond recognition, even though they wantonly smash stones into the ground to prevent flowers and trees from growing, even though they remove the newly unearthed grass and dump coal and oil The fire was so smoky that, despite the deforestation of trees and the driving away of birds and beasts, in the cities, spring was still spring.The sun was warm, and grass grew everywhere, not only in the avenues, but also in the crevices of the flagstones.Wherever the grass has not been hoeed out, it is green and full of business.Birches, poplars, and plums put forth their sticky, fragrant leaves, and lindens bulge with bursting buds.The jackdaws, sparrows, and doves felt that spring had come, and were all merrily building their nests.Even the flies are warmed by the sun, buzzing and buzzing at the foot of the night wall.Whether it is flowers, plants and trees, birds and insects, or children, all are joyful and full of life.Only people, only adults, have been deceiving themselves, torturing themselves, and torturing others.What they consider sacred and important is not this charming spring morning, nor the beauty of the world created by God for the benefit of all living beings, the beauty that makes all things tend to peace, harmony, and mutual love; what they consider sacred and important is themselves Invented various means of dominating others.

For this reason, what the officials of the Provincial Prison Office consider sacred and important is not the spring and joy enjoyed by birds and beasts, men, women, and children. What they consider sacred and important is the number stamped, written Official document of the case.The official document specifies that today, April 28, before 9:00 a.m., three detainees who have been interrogated, one man and two women, will be sent to the court for trial.One of the women is the principal offender and must be escorted for trial alone.Because of this summons, the warden of the prison walked into the dark and smelly hallway of the women's prison at eight o'clock this morning.He was followed by a gaunt, gray-haired woman in a uniform with gold lace at the cuffs and a blue sash around her waist.This is the female guard.

"You want Maslova, don't you?" she asked the superintendent, together with the guard on duty, at the door of a cell leading to the corridor. The guard on duty unlocked the iron lock with a bang and opened the cell door, and a stench even worse than that in the corridor rushed out from inside immediately.The guard yelled: "Maslova, let's go!" Then he closed the cell door again and waited. In the prison yard the air was fresher and crisper, and it came from the fields.But the prison corridors are filled with disgusting stale air, full of typhoid bacteria and the stench of feces, coal tar and moldy objects, and anyone who enters will feel depressed and depressed.Although the female guard was used to this kind of dirty air, she couldn't help feeling this way when she came in from the yard.As soon as she entered the corridor, she felt weak and drowsy.

The sound of women's voices and bare feet walking could be heard in the cell. "Hey, Maslova, hurry up, don't dawdle, do you hear me!" shouted the warden to the prison door. After about two minutes, a short, plump young woman, wearing a white dress and a gray prison robe, strode out of the cell, turned around quickly, and stopped beside the warden.The woman wore linen stockings and prisoner's padded shoes, and a white kerchief was tied on her head, from which a few locks of dark curly hair were evidently intended to be exposed.She was as pale as the sprouts of potatoes stored in a cellar.That's a common problem with people who have been in prison for a long time.So were her short, broad hands, and her full neck, which protruded from the wide collar of her prison robe.Against the backdrop of her pale face, her eyes were particularly black and shiny. Although a little swollen, they were very flexible.One of the eyes is slightly squinted.She stood upright, her ample breasts protruding high.When she came to the corridor, she raised her head slightly, stared into the eyes of the warden, and showed a submissive look.Just as the warden was about to close the door, an old woman with white hair and no kerchief poked her stern, pale, wrinkled face out of the cell.The old woman said a few words to Maslova.The warden pushed the cell door against the old woman's head and separated them.There was a woman's laughter in the cell.Maslova also smiled, and turned her face towards the little barred opening in the cell door.Inside, the old woman approached the window opening and said in a hoarse voice:

"Don't talk too much with them, just make up your mind not to change another day, that's fine." "As long as there is an ending, it won't be worse than it is now," said Maslova, shaking her head. "Of course there can only be one ending, not two," said the warden, with the air of a senior officer, obviously thinking himself to be very witty. "Come with me, let's go!" The old woman's eyes disappeared from the window opening.Maslova came to the middle of the passage, and followed the warden, walking quickly.They went down the stone stairs, passed the male prison, which was smellier and noisier than the female prison, and had eyes staring at them from every window, and entered the office.There were already two escorts with guns waiting in the office.The clerk sitting there handed over a document reeking of smoke to an escort, saying:

"Take her!" The escort was a peasant from the lower city, with a red face and pockmarks. He tucked his official documents into the turned-up sleeves of his military overcoat, looked at the female prisoner, and smiled and winked at his Chuvash companion with high cheekbones.The two soldiers escorted the female prisoner down the steps to the gate. A wicket at the gate was opened, and through it the two soldiers escorted the prisoner into the courtyard, out of the wall, and into the cobbled street. The coachman, the shop owner, the cook, the workers, and the officials all stopped and looked at the female prisoner curiously.Someone shook his head and thought to himself: "Look, if you don't behave like us, you will end up like this!" The children looked at this female robber in fear. Do something bad.A peasant, who had sold his coal and had had enough tea in a teahouse, came up to her, crossed himself, and gave her a kopeck.The female prisoner blushed, lowered her head, and murmured something.

The female prisoner noticed the gazes directed at her, and instead of turning her head, she quietly squinted at those who were staring at her.She was happy that everyone was paying attention to her.The air was cooler here than in the cell, and there was something spring in it, which pleased her too.However, she hadn't walked on the gravel road for a long time, and now she was wearing heavy prison shoes, and her feet hurt.She looked at her feet and tried to walk as lightly as possible.They passed a flour shop, in front of which there were many pigeons waddling about, but no one bothered them.The female prisoner almost touched a gray pigeon with her feet.The dove flapped its wings and flew past the prisoner's ear, sending her a breeze.The female prisoner smiled slightly, then thought of her situation, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.