Yes, I think so. Ivan Ivanchi looked at his head meaningfully and said

I haven’t bathed for a long time, and Alexin repeated shyly. He scrubbed the water around him and turned it as dark blue as ink.
Ivan Ivanchi ran outside and plopped into the water, waving his arms vigorously and swimming in the rain. He stirred up the water waves, and the white water lily rippled with the waves. He swam to the middle of the deep water bay and plunged into it. Soon he appeared in another place. He continued to swim and tried to dive into the water to touch the bottom of the river. Oh, my God, he happily said, Oh, my God. He swam to the mill and talked with several plowmen for a while. Then he swam back to the middle of the deep water bay and lay on his back in the water, making his face wet. burgin Alexing was dressed and ready to go back,
Oh, my God, he said, Oh, please bless me.
You should swim enough, burgin shouted to him.
Three people went back to the room and lit a lamp in the living room of the building. burgin Ivan Ivanchi wore silk robes and warm shoes and sat in round-backed chairs. Aleksin people looked clean after taking a shower and combed their hair. They walked around the living room with new clothes, obviously enjoying the warmth and cleanliness because of changing their dry clothes and light shoes. Pelaghia quietly came over the carpet with a gentle smile and brought tea sauce with a tray. At this time, Ivan Ivanchi told his story. It seems that the story was not the old lady and generals in burgin Aleksin a Phnom Penh frame.
We are two brothers. My name is Ivan Ivanchi. His name is Nikolai Ivanchi. He is two years younger than me. I graduated as a veterinarian. Nikolai has been working in the provincial tax bureau since he was nineteen years old. Our father Chimushamalayaski was a hereditary soldier, but later he won the rank of officer and left us a hereditary aristocratic status. After his death, he was forced to pay off the debt. However, we spent our childhood in the countryside. We stayed in the fields and Woods all day and night like peasant children. You know who has caught a bass in his life or seen a thrush fly south once in autumn to watch them fly across the village in groups on a sunny and cool day. He will yearn for this kind of life when he dies. My brother is in the provincial tax bureau, but he is always thinking about his hometown. As the years go by, he keeps at his old place, copying the old official documents and thinking about the same thing, and it is best to go back to his hometown. His yearning has gradually become a real wish to buy a small manor by the river or lake somewhere.
My younger brother is a kind and warm person, but I have never shown sympathy for his desire to live in his manor for a generation. People often say that a person needs three Russian feet of land, but it is enough to know that three Russian feet is a dead person, not a living person. People also say that we all love land and yearn for manors, which is a good thing. I don’t know that these manors are no less than three Russian feet away from the city and from the noisy life. This is not life. This is private laziness. However, it is another kind of monasticism. Monks need not three Russian feet.
Sitting in his office, my brother Nikolai dreamed that one day he could drink the fragrant home vegetable soup, eat on the green grass and sleep in the sun for hours, sitting on the bench outside the gate, enjoying the fields and Woods, reading the pamphlet calendar on agronomy, and such suggestions became his favorite spiritual food. He read the newspaper, but read the advertisement column, where some Russian acres of cultivated land and grassland were sold, along with some living water ponds in the manor mill, so he described the path, flowers, cages and ponds in the garden in his mind, you know. It’s all this stuff. Of course, these imaginary pictures are different, depending on the advertisements he sees, but I don’t know what pictures must be gooseberry. 91 He can’t imagine a manor and a poetic place without gooseberry.
Living in the country is fun, he often says. You can sit on the balcony and drink tea in the pond. The ducklings are playing with flowers and birds, and the gooseberry has grown up.
Every time he drew a sketch of his grange, it was the same thing-a master room, a servant room, three vegetable gardens and four gooseberries. He thrived, often half hungry and half full, and drank little tea and water. God knows what rags he wore, but he kept saving money in the bank, and he became a miser. As soon as I saw him, I often gave him some money and sent him some before the holidays, but he even got up with this. If a person made up his mind, his life and death would not change him.
A few years later, he was transferred to another province, where he was over 40, but he was still reading newspaper advertisements and saving money. Later, I heard that he was married and wanted to buy a gooseberry manor for the same purpose. He married an old and ugly widow, and he had no feelings for her. Those stinky money in her hand made her live a tight life together, so that she often ate half a full meal and put her money in the bank but recorded it in her own name. Her first husband was the postmaster, and she was used to eating pies and drinking dew. Now it is difficult for her second husband to live with black bread. Having to eat this kind of life has made her thinner and thinner, and she will die in less than three years. Of course, my brother never thought that her death was caused by his fault. Before money and vodka could turn people into monsters, a businessman in our city was very sick and dying. Before he died, he asked someone to bring a dish of honey. He ate all his money lottery tickets with honey in his stomach, and no one could get it. Another time, I was inspecting livestock on the train. At that time, an animal dealer accidentally fell to the bottom of a motorcycle and his leg was broken. We carried him to the emergency room, and it was very dangerous to inject blood. He kept
Hey, you’re digressing, burgin said.
After his wife died, Ivan Ivanchi thought for half a minute and then said, My brother is looking for a grange. Of course, even if you look for it for five years, you will still miss it. It is two different things to think about it. My brother Nikolai bought the master house and servant house garden of the grange covering an area of 112 acres by installment, but there was no garden, no gooseberry and no running water pond. The duckling fell into a river, but the river was brown because one side of the grange was a brick factory and the other side was a crematorium. But I Nikolai Ivanchi didn’t mind that he immediately ordered 20 bunches of gooseberry
Last year, I went to see him, and I thought I’d go and see what was going on there. In his letter, he called his grange Chum Barokrov Wilderness Garden, also called Malaya Village. I arrived in Malaya Village at noon. It was very hot, and there were ditches, fences and fences everywhere, and rows of spruces were planted, which made you dizzy. I didn’t know how to get to his house and tie the horse. I walked towards a house. A red and brown dog was as fat as a pig. It wanted to call a few times, but it was too lazy to open its mouth. A cook came barefoot and She told me that my master was resting after dinner, and I went into the house to find my brother. He sat on the bed with his knees covered, and he was old, fat and flabby. His cheeks, nose and lips were protruding forward, and he was about to hem like a pig under the bed.
We hugged each other with tears, thinking that we were all young, but now we are gray-haired and dying soon. He wore a collar and I went to visit his manor.
Oh, how are you doing here? I asked him
Not bad, Todifo. I’m doing fine
He’s not that timid poor clerk he used to be, but a real landlord. He’s used to living there. He eats and drinks heavily and gains weight. He has taken a bath in the bathhouse and has filed lawsuits with two factories in the village. When the cultivators don’t call him master, he gets annoyed. He saves him from doing good deeds according to his master’s style. It’s not simple, but putting on a show. So what good deeds did he do? He gave soda castor oil to farmers to cure all diseases. Every time he named him, he must make a thanksgiving prayer in the village. Half a barrel of white wine should be done. Oh, how terrible! Today, the fat landlord dragged the peasants to the local chief executive to accuse them of livestock harming his crops. But on the grand naming day, he gave them half a barrel of white wine. When they drank the wine, they shouted that Ulla was drunk and kowtowed to him. Life became rich, and idleness developed the extraordinary shame of Russian life. Nikolai Ivanchi was very afraid of his personal opinions at the tax bureau. Now, his speech has become an imperial edict, but it is still too early for ordinary people to speak.
I know that ordinary people are good at dealing with them. He said that ordinary people are also me. I can do things for me if I want to.
Listen to all this. He smiled with a fine and kind face. He said that he didn’t talk about us nobles over and over again for 20 times. One of my nobles obviously doesn’t remember that our grandfather was a farmer’s father and served in the army. Our name is Chimushamalayaski, which is a bit odd, but now it seems to him to be loud, noble and pleasant to listen to.
But the problem is not him, but on my own side, I want to tell you that my heart has changed within a few hours of my stay in his manor. In the evening, when we were drinking tea, the chef brought a plate full of gooseberry and put it on the table. This is not a purchase, but a home-grown one. After planting this shrub, this is the first time to pick Nikolai Ivanchi. He looked at the gooseberry for a minute silently and tearfully. Then he put it in his mouth and looked at me proudly like a child who finally got his favorite toy.
It’s delicious, he said
He ate with relish and repeated.
Hey, it’s delicious. You should try it, too
Hard and sour, but Pushkin said that for us, we have become noble. Lies are more precious than the truth. 9 I saw a happy man. He thought about it all the time. He had achieved his goal in life and got everything he wanted. He was satisfied with his own destiny. Everyone else knew nothing about it. In the past, whenever I thought of people, happiness was often mixed with sadness. Now I am faced with this happy man. I feel almost desperate and heavy. At night, I feel even heavier. They are in the next room of my brother’s bedroom. In bed at night, I heard that he was not asleep and often got up and went to the plate of gooseberry to eat. I thought to myself, there are many people who are satisfied in the real world. What a depressing force it is. Look at this kind of life. It is arrogant, idle, weak and ignorant. It is unimaginable that cattle and horses don’t live everywhere. Poverty, crowding, depravity, drunkenness and false lies are everywhere. At the same time, every family and every street are quiet. None of the 50,000 residents in the city will shout loudly to express their indignation. What we see is people buying in the market Eating during the day, eating at night, sleeping, talking about trivial matters of their own lives, getting married, aging and quietly sending their dead relatives to the cemetery, but we can’t see those suffering people, can’t hear their voices, can’t see all kinds of tragic things happening behind their lives, and all the protests are quiet and peaceful. It’s not statistical how many people are crazy, how many barrels of white wine are drunk, and how many children die of malnutrition. This order is obviously necessary. Obviously, happy people feel happy because of misfortune. Without this silence, some people will be unimaginable. It’s universal indifference. ItUnfortunately, no matter how happy he is now, sooner or later, disasters will reach out to him, diseases and poverty will come, and all kinds of natural disasters and man-made disasters will turn a blind eye to him and turn a deaf ear to him. Now he can’t see others or hear others, but the hammer man is not happy, so he lives a happy life. Only with a little trouble can he feel a little excited, just like a breeze blowing poplar trees, and everything is happy and complete.
I didn’t come for nothing that night. I was also satisfied and happy. Ivan Ivanchi got up and went on to say that I taught others how to live, how to believe and how to manage ordinary people at the dinner table. I often said that asking questions is essential for light education, but for ordinary people, it is enough to be able to read and write at present. Because it is a good thing, I also said that for no reason, just like being out of breath, but I still have to wait. That’s what I said, but now I have to ask and wait for Ivan Ivanchi. I looked at burgin angrily. I asked what to wait for and what to consider. People told me that everything can’t be achieved gradually and at the right time in life. But who said this? What evidence said that this is for you to cite things. However, I asked me an idea. The living came to a ditch, and I might jump over or walk across a bridge. But I insisted on waiting for it to be closed or filled with mud. What is the legality of doing this? Say again what is the legality? But people need to live and want to live.
I left my brother’s manor early in the morning. Since then, I have found the city life unbearable. The peace and tranquility have depressed me. I am afraid to look at other people’s windows, because now there is no more unbearable scene for me than sitting around the table with a cup of tea and a happy family. I am old and unfit to be a fighter. I will not hate it. I am sad, angry and frustrated. Every night, all kinds of thoughts come to my mind, which makes me very excited and I can’t sleep peacefully. Oh, if only I were young.
Ivan Ivanchi kept walking up and down in two corners excitedly and repeatedly said
If only I were young.
He suddenly went to Aleksin’s side and held his hand and then his other.
Barville Constantine said in a pleading tone that you should never feel satisfied, don’t make yourself insensitive, and do good deeds tirelessly while you are young, strong and full of vigor. Happiness is not and cannot be a meaningful goal in life, and that is by no means our happiness. Our happiness lies in being smarter and greater. Do good deeds.