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If you can find it.
Can I go with you?
Trekking
We went to shoot birds and cut down trees for a total of one mile. Honestly, I pay more attention to Kasijan than to my dog. It’s no wonder that his nickname is Flea. His little head is covered with black, but his hair can reach his hat and flash around in the bushes. He seems to be very agile when he walks. He seems to have been jumping around, bending over from time to time to pull some grass into his arms and muttering a few words. He keeps looking at me. My dog is also an inquisitive one. His eyes are often strange in the low bushes. Some gray birds flew from tree to tree, chirping and suddenly flying in Kasijan. The birds chirped and echoed with the birds. A quail chirped and flew from his feet. Kasijan also chirped and chirped with the quail. A lark flew over his head, flapping its wings and circling loudly, singing. Kasijan also sang with the lark. He still didn’t talk to me.
The weather is much better than before, but it’s still as hot as before. In the blue sky, high and thin clouds are slowly fluttering, white and yellow, like a belated exhibition in Chun Xue. It’s as long as a white sail, fluffy and soft as cotton. The clouds are slowly changing all the time, but it’s obviously changing. Kasijan has been walking in the track for a long time, and the short stumps are already dark, surrounded by thin bare branches. The new branches are less than one Russian foot high. These stumps are still growing with gray edges. A round sponge-like wood tumor tinder is this kind of wood tumor. Strawberry pink tendrils are stretched to this side. There are also clusters of mushrooms on this side. My feet are often entangled in the long grass that is hot in the sun. The trees are slightly red everywhere, and the young leaves are shining with a strong metallic light. People are dazzled. There are strings of light blue wild peas, golden buttercups, half purple and half yellow iris flowers everywhere. Some barren roads are beautiful and pleasing to the eye. There are patches of red grass that are rutting in some places. There are piles of firewood that are ten feet square, and piles of firewood have been blackened by wind and rain, and piles of firewood have cast light oblique rectangular shadows. Besides, there is no shadow anywhere.
When the breeze blows and stops, it suddenly blows straight at the face as if the wind is going to rise. Everything around it is ringing and shaking happily. The soft head of ferns is swinging delicate and graceful. You are happy that the wind is coming. Who knows that the wind has stopped and everything has stopped? It seems to be irritating. This kind of laziness squeaks and stops, and it keeps making people sleepy. This is called midday heat, which is very suitable. It is called as if it were hot, as if it were called from a hot field.
We didn’t even meet a small group of birds before we came to another trail. Here, poplar trees were cut down, and all the grass and shrubs were sadly lying on the ground. Some of the leaves were still green, but they were already dead and wilted. The other leaves were drooping at the motionless branches, and all of them were withered and bent. There were a lot of white and golden fresh wood chips piled up beside a damp and shiny stump, which smelled particularly good and bitter. There was a low axe near the Woods in the distance. Every once in a while, a leafy tree seemed to bow.
I haven’t found any wild animals for a long time, and finally a crake flew from a large oak tree covered with wild Artemisia. I shot the crake and turned over in the forest, and then it fell. When Kasijan heard the gun, he quickly put his hand over his eyes and didn’t move until I packed my gun and picked up the crake. He didn’t walk until I walked on. He bent down to look at the place where the crake fell and looked at a few drops of blood. The grass shook his head and looked at me in horror. Then I heard his novel sin. Oh, this is really a sin.
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The heat finally forced us into the Woods. I hurried to a clump of tall hazel trees. A new tall and straight maple tree stretched its light branches gracefully on this side. Kasijan sat down at the thick end of a cut birch tree. I watched his leaves swaying gently on the height. The light green shadow was wrapped in his random black coat and weakened. His thin face slipped back and forth quietly. He didn’t even lift his head. He always didn’t talk. I felt tasteless and lay on his back to enjoy the chaotic leaves changing quietly in the bright high sky.
It is extremely pleasant to lie on your back in the Woods and look out. You will feel that you are looking at the bottomless sea. You feel that the vast sea is not growing from the ground, but like some huge plants. The leaves are as bright as emeralds when they are bright, and they turn yellow-green when they are thick. Somewhere far away, the branches are finely branched, and a single leaf is motionless next to a blue sky. Another leaf is swaying like a fish’s tail. It’s like shaking, but it’s not the wind blowing. White clouds float slowly and slowly like narcissus islands. Suddenly, the bright air of the sea, the branches and leaves sprinkled with sunshine, all move like flickering and flashing, shaking and rustling, as if waves suddenly come in. You don’t move, but you look at your heart, how happy, how quiet and how sweet it is. You look at the high and clear blue sky, and your mouth will float and smile, which is as pure as the blue sky. The flaw is that a piece of happy past is like a sky and a cloud, and it seems to drift slowly in your heart with white clouds. And you always feel that the farther your eyes extend, the farther your eyes will take you into the abyss of tranquility and bright bottom, and it is impossible to get out of this high place and this deep place.
Master, master, Kasijan suddenly said in his loud voice
I got up in amazement. Before that, he barely answered my question, but suddenly he spoke.
What can I ask you?
Hey, why did you kill this bird? He looked me straight in the face and said.
What? What crake? It’s game to eat.
Sir, you are not. You won’t eat it if you kill it. You killed it for fun.
Say you must have eaten goose or chicken, too
Those things were sent by the emperor for people to eat, but this crake is made up of birds in the forest, not only crake, but also many living things. It is a sin to fight in the fields, rivers, swamps and grasslands in the Woods. It is necessary to let them live to their limit. Everyone eats and drinks, and the emperor gives gifts to the sky, precipitation and ancestors to livestock and poultry.
I looked at Kasijan in surprise. He spoke very fluently. He spoke vigorously, flatly, solemnly and kindly without thinking, and closed his eyes.
In your opinion, fishing is also a sin, I asked
Fish’s blood is cold. He confidently replied that fish is a silent living thing. Fish doesn’t know fear or happiness. Fish can’t talk. Fish doesn’t feel that fish’s blood is not alive. He was silent again and again, saying that blood is sacred. Blood can’t see the sun. It is a great sin to let blood see the light. It is a terrible thing. Alas, it is a great sin.
He bowed his head with a sigh. To tell the truth, I really looked at this strange old man with great consternation. His words really don’t sound like those of a plowman. Ordinary people don’t say such things, and articulate people don’t say such things. It’s a thoughtful, solemn and strange thing. I have never heard such things.
Ask Kasijan. I’ve been staring at his slightly red face and asking what do you do?
He didn’t answer my question at once, and his eyes wandered uneasily for a short time.
I live according to the emperor’s will, and he finally replied, "What line do you want to do? No, I don’t do any line. I know very well that I have been able to do anything since I was a child. I am not a capable person. How can I do it? I am physically weak and clumsy. Let’s just say that I will catch nightingales in spring.
Catch the nightingale. Didn’t you say that no matter where in the Woods or fields, no living thing can be touched?
Whether it’s time to die or not, let’s take carpenter muldoon as an example. Carpenter muldoon came alive, but died not long after. His wife is now sad with her husband and children. No matter whether people or wild things are going to die sooner or later, you can’t escape death, but it’s not right to help die. I’m not killing nightingales. I’m not killing nightingales, not killing them, but making people happy and happy.
Are you going to Kursk to catch nightingales?
It depends on whether I go to Kursk or far away. I often spend the night in the Woods on the moor and spend the night in the wilderness alone on the cultivated land. The woodcock chirps, the rabbit chirps and the wild duck croakes late. I pay close attention to the morning and listen carefully to the gastrodia elata. How sad and beautiful the nightingale sings in the trees.
Do you sell nightingales?
Sell to good people
Then what do you do?
How to do what?
What are you doing?
The old man was silent for a while.
I don’t do anything. I can’t work, but I can read.
Can you read?
I can read, thanks to some kind people.
How are you? Are you small?
No, no family.
What’s the matter? Is it dead?
No, it’s just that I haven’t had such good luck in my life. All this is arranged by the emperor. We all act according to the emperor’s will, but people must be straight. This is the most important thing, that is to say, it must be in line with the emperor’s wishes
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