Xiang Manniu immediately asked his subordinates to put out the fire, and released the cloud-piercing arrow, asking his friends and Tang Zhangwei's subordinates to put out the fire.

The closest to that Xiang Wangu was the one who was the palace cheetah.

Gong Cheetah immediately asked his subordinates to rescue the warehouse of Xiang Manniu.

With the efforts of that Datang's army, they finally extinguished the fire in that grain warehouse.

The reinforcements of the generals of those feudal towns, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Those people knew that Tang Zhaozong of the Tang Dynasty had been using various means to target that Tang Zhangwei and the generals of various feudal towns.

In the eyes of those feudal generals whose power has been compressed to a ridiculous level, it is better to serve that Tang Zhangwei than to take refuge under the banner of that Tang Zhaozong, at least under the banner of Tang Zhangwei, I heard that they still have a foreseeable future, on the contrary, if they are calculated by that Tang Zhaozong, their lives will be sad.

Of course, there are also some children of the family who don't know the difficulties of the world, and these people are still willing to work for that Tang Zhaozong.

There are some young men and women who don't know the height of the sky, they just because of the so-called enthusiasm, they work for that Tang Zhaozong, these people, their wealth and everything else are used by that Tang Zhaozong to take risks.

That Tang Zhangwei has been using the greatest patience to restrain these people, but there are some people who have to work hard for that Tang Zhaozong no matter what.

Those people, they have a lot

In particular, his hands were extremely dirty, greasy and red, and his nails were covered with black sludge.

His words seemed to have caught everyone's attention. Although this attention is also listless. The two boys behind the counter laughed heartily. The boss seems to have deliberately come down from the upper room to hear what the "amused guy" was saying. He sat a little farther away, yawning lazily but with a sense of energy. Obviously, Marmeladov is already familiar to everyone here. And he likes to speak in a pretentious tone, presumably due to his habit of conversing with all kinds of strangers in the tavern. This habit has become a necessity for some drunkards, mainly those who are often suppressed under strict control in the home. Therefore, among the same alcoholics, they always try to confess themselves, as if trying to justify themselves, and if possible, even try to gain the respect of others.

"Amused guy!" The boss shouted. "But why don't you go to work, why don't you go to work, since you're an official?"

"Why don't I go to the office, sir," Marmeladov continued, speaking to Raskolnikov alone, as if he had asked him the question. "Why don't you go to work? Am I contemptuous and vain lowering my status, and I don't feel heartache? A month ago, when Mr. Lebejatnikov started beating my wife, I was drunk and lying in bed, didn't I feel pain? I'm sorry, young man, have you had a ...... Uh-huh...... Even though you know that there is no hope, you still have to ask someone to borrow money? ”

"There have been ...... What does hopelessness mean? ”

"It's just that there's no hope at all, and you know in advance that it's going to lead you up. Well, for example, you have known for a long time, and you have good evidence, that this person, the most kind-hearted citizen who is most beneficial to society, will not lend you money in any case. Because, excuse me, why did he give it? No, he knew that it wouldn't be returned to him. Out of compassion? But Mr. Lebejatnikov, a man who was always on the lookout for new ideas, explained not so long ago that in our time even science does not allow compassion, and that is the case in England, where there is political economy.1 Why should he give money? See, you knew in advance that he would never lend it to you, but you went anyway......"

"Why should you go?" Raskolnikov asked.

"If there is no one else to look for, what if there is nowhere else to go! Isn't it, everyone has to have at least somewhere to go. Because there are times like this, there must be at least a place to go! The first time my only daughter went to do business, I went too...... (Because my daughter lives on a yellow license 2...... He added, looking at the young man with a little uneasy. "Nothing, sir, nothing!" The two boys behind the counter burst out laughing, and the boss smiled as well, and he immediately hurried to say that his expression seemed to be peaceful. "Nothing! I won't be embarrassed when these people shake their heads, because everyone already knows all this, and all the secrets are made public; And I did not approach it all with contempt, but with deference. Let it go! Let them laugh! 'Look at this man! Do you dare to look at me now and say with certainty, 'I'm not a pig?' "Isn't it? I really don't understand, how they managed to save up eleven roubles and fifty kopecks and get me a pretty good uniform? A pair of boots, a corset of muslin - all of the most elaborate, and a set of civilian uniforms, all of which had been bought for eleven roubles and fifty kopecks, and all in excellent style. The first morning I came back from work and saw that Katerina Ivanovna had made two dishes, soup and corned beef with artichokes, which I had never even thought of before. She didn't have any clothes...... That is, there was no decent clothes, but at this time he was dressed as if he was going to be a guest, and it did not mean that she was wearing any new clothes, but she could dress up without clothes, she combed her hair, changed her collar to a clean one, put on a pair of sleeves, and lo and behold, it was like a different person, looking young and beautiful. Sonechka, my dear, only to give us money, she said, "I am not in a hurry to come to you often for the time being, except in the twilight, so that no one may see it." Did you hear that, did you hear it? I came back after lunch for a nap, and guess what, Katerina Ivanovna couldn't bear the fact that she had a big argument with her landlady Amalia Fedorovna a week ago, and then invited her for coffee. They sat together for two hours, and kept talking in a low voice, and she said, 'Semyon Zakharech has another errand and is now receiving his salary, and he went to see the adults, and the adults themselves came out to meet them, and told everyone to wait, but they took Semyon Zakharech by the hand, beat them by the hand, and led him into the office. 'Do you hear me, do you hear me?' 'I, of course,' he said, 'remember your credit, Semyon Zakharech, for though you have this imprudent weakness, but since you have agreed, and you are not here, my work is not going well, (you hear, you hear!) Well, I hope,' he said, 'that I can now trust your promises.' That is to say, all these words, I tell you, were made up by her, not by imprudence or boasting! No, she believed all of this herself, and she consoled herself with her own imagination, really! I don't reproach her; I don't blame her for this! …… Six days ago, when I had taken back all the money I had received for the first time, twenty-three roubles and forty kopecks, she called me a little darling. She said, 'You're such a little darling!' And it's just the two of us together, you know? Alas, where am I a man worthy of praise, and what kind of husband am I? No, she wrung my cheeks. 'You're such a baby! She said. ”

Marmeladov was silent, trying to laugh, but his jaw suddenly twitched. But he held back. The tavern, his destitute appearance, the five nights spent on a hayboat, and the shittov, combined with this sick love for his wife and family, perplexed those who listened to him. Raskolnikov listened intently, but felt pain. He regretted coming here.

"Sir, sir!" Marmeladov restrained himself, raised his voice and said, "My sir, perhaps you think all this is funny, as everyone else, but I am only disturbing you with these trivial matters of my family life, but to me it is not funny!" Because I can feel it all...... I spent the whole day of my life as happy as if I was in heaven, and the whole night of that day, in the fantasy that I was fascinated by, that is, how I could arrange all this to put on new clothes for the children, so that she would no longer have to worry about them, and that my only daughter would return to her family environment from the fire pit of misfortune...... And a lot more, a lot more...... That's all right, sir. Alas, my husband (Marmeradov suddenly seemed to shudder, raised his head, and stared straight at the man who was listening to him), but alas, the very next day, after I had fantasized about these things (that is, five whole days and five nights ago), in the evening I stole the key to Katerina Ivanovna's box by clever deception, like a thief who steals things at night, and took all the money that was left of the salary that I had brought home, and I can't remember how much, that's it, that's it, Please look at me, take it all! It's been the fifth day since I came out of the house, and the place is looking for me, and the errand is also smashed, and the civilian uniform is placed in a tavern next to the Egyptian bridge, and I use it to change into this clothes...... It's all over! "Carry Panmoss Prokofievich to the grave and bury him on the land of Stavropol, a foreign land

Above. After an hour, when the village was already holding the lights, Gregory came out of the village of Baitu

Hair, galloping in the direction of Novopokrovsk.

In the town of Kolenovsk, he felt uncomfortable. Prohor took a full half

After days of hard work, I went to find a doctor, and finally found a military doctor who was already half drunk, and it took a lot of money

Da Jin invited him and led him back to his lodgings. The doctor didn't take off his coat and gave it to Gregory

Checked, felt the pulse, and said for sure

"You're hurting relapse fever. Your Excellency, I advise you to stop your trip. Otherwise, on it

will die on the way. ”

"Waiting for the Red Army to come?" Gregory said with a wry smile.

"Ah, however, we can assume that the Red Army is still far from here."

"...... who will approach"

"I have no doubt about it. You'd better stay, though. It's the same misfortune, if

I'd rather stay, it's- lighter. ”

"No, I'd better make do with it," Gregory said flatly, and began to wear it

Rise to the army in civilian clothes. "Can you give me some medicine?"

"Then please, make up your own mind. But I should advise you,

Listen or not – it's up to you. As for medicine, I thought the best medicine was a quiet environment

and meticulous care; I could have prescribed you some medicine, but the pharmacy retreated, me

There is nothing here except the narcotics iodine and alcohol. ”

"Then please give me some alcohol!"

"I'd love to meet your request. You're going to die on the road anyway, so drink

It won't do you any harm if you're fine. Let your retinue fetch it with me, and I'll give it to you

A kilogram of alcohol, I'm a kind person......" The doctor raised his hand and saluted, then staggered "We're out of luck...... Pantele Prokofievich has died, "Bes

Khlebnov wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his padded jacket, put down the spoon, drew a cross, and whispered back

Answer. "He who breathed yesterday evening, may his spirit rest in heaven."

"I know that. Is it already buried? ”

"Not yet. We're going to bury it today, and now, you see, it's still here, and we're going to put it

He carried him into a cold room. Please come here. Beskhlebnov opened the way to the adjacent room

"The Cossacks don't want to sleep in the same room with the dead," as if sorry

, the smell is too bad, and it's better to stop here...... The master is not born in this room

Fire. ”

The spacious inner chamber emanated a pungent smell of marijuana seeds and rat droppings.

One corner is littered with millet and marijuana; On the bench were buckets of flour and oil. Pan

Moss Prokofievich was lying on a straw mat in the middle of the room. Gregory pushed away

Skhlebunov, walked into the inner chamber and stood next to his father's body.

"He was sick for two weeks," Bes Khlebnov whispered. "Still in Mechetka

He fell ill with typhoid fever. I didn't expect your dad to die here...... I

What kind of life are you living......"

The eyes were half-closed, and the blue enamel white eyes had lost their vitality and luster. The old man drooped

A red scarf is wrapped around the chin of the pull, and the gray sideburns and beard are lined with the red scarf

It's more silvery and whiter.

Gregory knelt down, wanting to take a closer look one last time, to remember the model of his loved one

But the horror and disgust made him involuntarily shiver with a dense layer of lice

。