Wei Taiqiang and He Berg led their army into the province of Eastern Persia again, and their army was 50,000 Rus' cavalry, and these people were the best young men.

At the same time, there were 30,000 Rus' beauties marching with them, as well as 20,000 cavalry from the Tang Dynasty, and these 100,000 troops put a lot of pressure on those Seljuk cavalry.

Those Seljuk cavalrymen, although they are arrogant, but these people do not think that they have the strength to compete with Tang Zhangwei's army.

Therefore, in the camp of the Great Army of the Seljuks, there was a panic.

Accept my attachment to him, my kind words, my concern, and answer all this with the same care, the same fraternity, and the same affection, as if it were my sincere friend, just as it was with my own brother. My heart feels so warm, so comfortable! …… I didn't hold anything back, I didn't hide anything, and when he saw all this, he became closer and closer to me day by day.

Truly, in our meeting in the night, in those painful and at the same time sweet moments, in the trembling light of the ever-bright lamp, almost at the bedside of my poor, sick mother, I don't remember anything we hadn't talked to. …… Everything that comes to our minds, everything that comes out of our hearts, everything that we are anxious to pour out, we say it all, and we are almost happy...... Ah, it was a sad and happy moment, two feelings mixed together, and now I look back on it and still feel sad and happy. All memories, whether happy or sad, are always painful; At least in my case. But even this pain is sweet. So, whenever my heart becomes heavy, aching, weary, sad, the memory lifts my heart up and revives it, just as a drop of dew moistens and revives a poor, parched flower that wilts the heat of the day in the wet night.

I was ......distressed when I said that I wanted to study, that I wanted to seek knowledge, that people treated me as a little girl, as a child, and I want to say it again, and I was in a very strange mood at that time; My heart was soft, and with tears in my eyes, I told him everything without concealment, about my friendship with him, about my desire to love him, to live with him sincerely, to comfort him, to reassure him. He looked at me a little strangely, flustered and surprised, and didn't say a word to me. I suddenly felt very painful and sad. I don't think he understands me, _maybe he's laughing at me._ Suddenly I began to cry like a child, and I couldn't stop crying, as if something was wrong. He took my two hands, kissed them, pressed my hands tightly to his chest, persuaded me, comforted me; He was very impressed. I don't remember what he said to me, only that I cried one moment, laughed one moment, cried again the next, blushed, and so happy that I couldn't say a word. However, despite my excitement, I noticed that Pokrovsky was still a little embarrassed and restrained. It was as if my enthusiasm, my excitement, the sudden, warm, fiery friendship surprised him greatly. Perhaps, at first he only thought it strange; Later, he no longer hesitated, and like me, with the same simple and straightforward feelings,

Suddenly, deathly silence; Nothing sounded, nothing moved; The wind did not stir the leaves lightly, and the swallows did not make a sound, but skimmed the ground one after the other, and felt a pang of sorrow in their hearts as they flew silently." "At this time I really feel like I have fallen into the bottom of the river," thought Lavretsky, "and life here is always so quiet and unhurried," he thought, "and whoever enters the sphere of this life let it be: there is no need to be agitated here, nothing disturbs one; Here, only those who do not rush to carve a path for themselves like a farmer plowing the land will be successful. And what a power is hidden around, and what a healthy power is contained in this silence of inaction! And here it was, under the window, a burdock tree with thick roots emerged from the dense grass, and on it the living grass stretched its tender stalks, and above that, the Virgin Tears. Its round fruit can be used to make a rosary.) Pink tentacles sticking out; And there, in the farther fields, the rye is glittering, the oats have already tasseled and flowered, and every leaf on every tree, every little grass on every grass stem is fully stretched and full of life. For the love of a woman, my best years have passed," Lavretsky continued, "let the loneliness here sober me, comfort me, nurture me, and enable me to do what I have to do without hurriedness." So he began to listen to the deathly silence again, expecting nothing, but at the same time as if he were expecting something incessantly: silence surrounded him from all sides, the sun moved silently in the silent blue sky, and the white clouds floated silently in the air; It seems that they know why they are floating and where they are going. At this time, in other parts of the earth, life is boiling, busy, and noisy; Here, however, the same life flows silently like water in a swamp; Until the evening, Lavretsky could not allow himself to stop observing this life that was passing quietly; The sorrow of regret for the past is like the snow of spring, which gradually melts in his heart, and it is really a strange thing! In his heart, his feelings for his hometown have never been as deep and strong as they are now. The next day the old man came to see his son, sat with him for an hour as usual, and then came to our house, and sat beside me with a very funny and mysterious appearance. At the beginning, he rubbed his hands together and told me with a smile because he had a secret in his heart, and that he had quietly brought all the books to us, and placed them in a corner of the kitchen, and kept them in the care of Matriana. Then the conversation naturally turned to the long-awaited birthday; Then the old man spoke at length about how we give gifts. The more he talked about this topic, the more he talked about it, the clearer it became to me that he had something in his heart, and that he could not, did not dare, and was even afraid to say it. I waited and didn't speak. At first, from his strange gestures, grimaces, flashing his left eye, I could easily tell that he was secretly happy and proud, but now this joy and smugness are gone. He became more and more anxious every moment, and finally he couldn't take it anymore.

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