Chapter 51 a little grade

a little grade "I want to do something!" said the eldest of five brothers, "because I want to be a useful person in the world. It doesn't matter if I'm low as long as I can be useful. I'd rather Well, because it's sort of an achievement. I'm willing to do bricks because it's something people want! I've actually done something!" "But your 'little achievement' is really insignificant!" said the second brother. "It's as good as doing nothing. It's a craftsman's job, and a machine can do it. Well, I'd like to be a mason. That's the real work; I'll do it. It can Gives you a social status: you can join a kind of guild, become a citizen, have your own flag and your own hotel. Yes, if my business is good, I can also hire a helper. I can be A master, my wife can also become a master's wife. This is a little bit of achievement!"

"It's worth nothing!" said the third brother, "because it's a class thing. There are many classes in this town that are classed above 'Master.' You can be a righteous man; But as a 'master' you are still nothing more than what people call a 'commoner'. No, I know there is something better than that. I want to be an architect. In this way, I can enter the realm of art and imagination , then I too would rank among the upper echelons of culture. I had to start from scratch—indeed, I can say this frankly: I would first be a carpenter's apprentice. I would wear a cap, though I usually Used to wearing silk hats. I'm going to run errands for common people, get them beer and schnapps, and have them call me 'you' at the same time - that's pretty bad of course. But I can put the whole thing As a performance—a masquerade. Tomorrow—that is to say, when I become a master—I will go my own way, and no one else will! I will go to a special school, Learn to draw and become an architect. That counts as 'little grades'! Very useful grades! I will become 'Your Excellency' and 'My Lord'. Yes. I will have a title before and after my name Well. I will continue to build like my predecessors. Such things are reliable! This is what I call 'a little achievement'!"

"But your so-called little achievement is nothing to me!" said the fourth. "I will never follow the crowd and become an imitator. I am a genius, better than all of you! I will become a new design expert, creating new design ideas, making buildings suitable for the climate, materials, Nationality and the tendencies of our time—plus a layer of my genius!" "But what if the material and the climate are not right?" said the fifth. "That would be bad, because both things are important—as for nationality, it can be exaggerated to the point of hypocrisy. Times can go crazy, as can youth. I can see that, No matter how pretentious you may be, none of you is a big deal. But whatever you want, I'm not like you. I'm going to stand apart from everything and just study what you do. Everything always Mistakes are inevitable. I will pick and study mistakes, and that is what matters!"

He can do what he says.About the fifth brother, everyone said: "There is something in this man! He has a good mind, but he doesn't do anything!" But because of that, he counts as "important." You know, this is just a little story.But as long as the world exists, there will be no end to this kind of story. But what else did the five brothers do?Nothing is done!Please listen to it, and now the book returns to the main story. The oldest brother is a brick maker.He found that for each brick he made, he could earn a small dollar—a piece of copper money.However, many copper plates piled up together form a beautiful silver ocean.No matter where it is--in the bakery, in the butcher's shop, in the tailor's shop--if you knock on the door with this dollar, the door will open immediately.So you get what you need.You see, that's what bricks can do.Some bricks were broken into pieces or split in half, but it worked nonetheless.

A poor woman, Margaret, wished to build a small house on the embankment by the sea.The oldest brother gave her all the broken bricks, and a few whole ones, because he was a good man, though he had done nothing but making bricks Come.The poor woman built her own house with her own hands.The house is small, the only window is also very narrow, the door is also very low, and the thatched roof is not very beautiful.But it can shelter from the wind and rain after all, and it faces the endless sea.The waves of the sea crashed against the banks, and the salty foam washed over the houses.But the house still stood, though the man who made the bricks was dead and turned to dust.

As for the second brother, yes, he has a different way of building, because he has learned the trade.When he had finished his apprenticeship, he put on his knapsack and hummed a craftsman's tune: I'm gonna run around when I'm young, Living in another place is as fun as being at home. My craft is equal to my wallet, My greatest happiness is my youth. Then I'm going back to see my hometown, Because I promised my love so. Well, this craft is a promising trade, I'm going to be a master and be famous! In fact it is.When he came home, he became a master in the city.He built this house, and immediately that; he built a whole street.This well-groomed street is very handsome and does a lot to the city.So another house built a small house for him.But how can a house build a house?If you ask them, they won't answer.But man can answer: "Of course the whole street built this house for him!"

It was a small house with a paved floor.But when he and his lover danced on it, the dirt floor became very smooth.A flower blooms from every pebble on the wall.This is very beautiful, comparable to the most expensive hanging brocade.It was a beautiful house in which a happy couple lived, with a trade union flag flying outside.Both the buddy and the apprentice shouted: "Congratulations!" Yes, this is a big deal!And so he died—and that was sort of an achievement. Now comes the third brother who is an architect.A former carpenter's apprentice, he often wore a cap and ran errands.However, he later entered a specialized school and climbed to the position of architect, "your lord and lord".His brother was a master stonemason, but the whole street built a house for him.Now, of course, the street bears his name, and the most beautiful house on the street is his house.It's an achievement, and he's an important person.His name is preceded and followed by a long title.His children are called young masters.After he died, his wife became a lady.This is an achievement!His name, as a street name, is immortalized on the street and on people's lips.Yes, this is an achievement!

Now comes the fourth brother as a genius.He was going to invent something new and creative, and he had to add another floor, but the tallest floor collapsed;But there was a great funeral for him, with trade union banners flying, music playing; tributes were printed in the newspapers, and the pavements were strewn with flowers.There were also three memorial speeches, each longer than the last.This pleased him, for he always liked being talked about.A monument tower was erected over his grave.It's only one floor, but that's an achievement! Now he is dead like the other three brothers.But the last brother who was the critic lived the longest.This is a matter of course, because then he can draw the final conclusion.For him, making the final conclusion is the most important thing.Everyone said he had a very good head!Now his time was up too: he was dead.He came to the gate of heaven.People always walk in in pairs here!There's another soul here that wants to go in too.It was none other than old Margaret who lived in the house on the embankment.

"This poor soul came at the same time as me, and its purpose is to make a comparison!" said the critic. "Now, grandma, who are you?" he asked. "Do you want to go in too?" The old woman curtseyed respectfully; she thought it was St. Peter who was speaking to her. "I'm a poor old woman with no relatives," she said. "I am old Margaret who lives on the embankment!" "Now, what have you done? What have you done?" "I haven't done anything in the world! I haven't done anything worth having this door open to me. It would be a good thing if anyone would let me in!"

"How did you get away from this world?" he said, simply to pass a few words to pass the time, because waiting outside the door is tiring. "Yes, I really don't know how I left this world! I was so poor and sick in my last years that I couldn't even get out of bed, let alone go into the cold outside. It was a very cold winter, and I am now I finally made it through. It was very windy for a few days Calm sea, but very cold--you know that, sir.As far as the sea eye could see, it was covered with ice.All the townspeople were running on the ice; some were having what they called skating contests, and some were dancing.I believe they also have music and refreshments.I sleep in my poor little room, and I can still hear their noise.

"It was just after dark. The moon had just risen, but not yet in its full glory. I looked out of the window at the sea from my bed. In the distance, where the sea and the sky met, I saw a strange white cloud. I lay down and looked at it quietly, and I saw a black spot in it, which was getting bigger and bigger. I know what it means. I am an old man, and I understand this phenomenon, although it is not Common. I recognized it at a glance and was startled at the same time. I've seen something like this twice in my life. I knew there was going to be a terrible storm soon and the spring floods were going to break out. The dancing and eating and merriment The poor souls will be drowned in no time. The whole town is out, young and old. If no one sees or knows what's going on ahead as I do. Who's going to tell them? "I was terribly frightened. I hadn't been so excited in a long time. I crawled out of bed and went to the window—the strength was gone to take another step. I managed to push the window open, and I could see Everyone was running and jumping on the ice, and I could see the beautiful flags flying in the air, and I could hear the young people cheering, and the women and men singing. They were really having fun, but the white cloud with the black dots Rising higher. I shouted as loud as I could, but no one could hear me. I was too far away from them. "The storm will come soon, the ice will split, and the people on the ice will be swallowed up mercilessly. They will not hear my voice, and I will not have the strength to go to them. How I wish I could Let them come to land! Then our God gave me a revelation: Set my bed on fire. I would rather burn my house than let so many people die in misery. I finally lit the fire, and I saw a bright red flame... Yes, I ran for the door, but as soon as I got there I collapsed, unable to move any further. The flame was in Chased after me, burned out the window, and burned all the way to the roof. "Everyone on the ice saw the fire; they ran like hell to save me, the poor old woman, because they thought I was going to burn. None of them stayed behind. I heard them running, but at the same time I I heard a rustle in the air too. I heard a thunder like a cannon. The spring tide lifted the ice cap and broke it to pieces. But everyone was already on the bank; and sparks were flying over me now I rescued them all. But I don't think I can stand the cold and fright, so I come to the gate of heaven now. It is said that the gate of heaven will open for poor people like me. Now I am on the embankment The house above is gone—of course, this does not mean that I can enter the kingdom of heaven because of this.” Then the gates of heaven opened; and the angel led the old woman in.She left a straw outside the door.This prairie was first spread on the bed she burned to save those people.The grass is now pure gold, but the gold is expanding into the most beautiful patterns. "Look, here's what a poor woman brought!" said Angel. "What did you bring? Yes, I know you haven't done a thing--you haven't done a single brick. If only you could go back and bring this little thing. You take this A brick may not be worth much when you make it. But if you make it with good intentions, then it is something after all. But you can't go back, so I can't help you!" Then the poor soul—the old woman on the embankment—pleaded for him, saying: "His brother made all the whole and broken bricks in my little house. That's a great thing for a poor old woman like me! What about the brick that was his? It was an act of mercy! He needs mercy now, and this is where it is!" "The brother you thought least of all," said Angel, "whose labors you thought were insignificant, now gives you a gift of going to heaven. Now that no one is sending you back, you can stand outside the door and think carefully about your actions in this world.But you can't come in now, you have to make some achievements sincerely first! " "I can express that in better words!" thought the critic.But he didn't speak out loud.As far as he is concerned, this is already considered a "little achievement". ①In old Europe, members of trade unions had hotels specially opened for their own trades; they were free to go to such hotels to drink and chat. ②One of the twelve disciples of Jesus.