Tang Zhangwei gathered cavalry on the Rus steppe, and the warriors here all deserve a thumbs up. ∞ pineapple ぁ small ∞ said

The cavalry here has been trained since childhood, so their bodies are powerful.

The girls here are more able to dance than one another, these girls make Tang Zhangwei like them very much, for these beauties, Tang Zhangwei feels that he should dance with them.

Catherine is also a jovial person, and when she arrives on the Ross Prairie, it is like coming to her own home.

Actually, Catherine is a city girl, but she knows that she can only keep her power if she makes Tang Zhangwei happy.

He went to the threshing floor for a while, and ordered to remove the chain that had bound the guard dog, who barked only a few times, and did not even leave the kennel, and then he returned to the house, and fell into a certain state of numbness of quiet inaction, from which he could not get out of it for a whole day." It was like I had fallen to the bottom of the river," he said to himself more than once. He sat at the window, motionless, as if listening to the sounds of the quiet life that surrounded him, to the sounds that were rarely heard in this desolate and remote countryside. Listen, somewhere behind the nettle bushes, I don't know who is singing in a low voice, and the voice is sharp and thin; A mosquito seems to be playing for him. Listen, he stopped singing, but the mosquitoes were still screaming; The flies buzzed in unison, and the annoying sound was like crying, and through the buzzing of the flies, a fat Maruka bee could be heard making a low and monotonous sound, and the Maruhua bee hit the ceiling from time to time; Outside, a rooster crowed, hoarsely and desperately trying to make the highest treble, a large cart drove by, and the fence gate of the village made a rolling sound." What for?" Suddenly, I heard the shrill voice of a peasant woman." Oh, you, my little girl," Anton said to a little two-year-old girl he was holding, and he was coaxing her. You put kvass (a refreshing drink made with malt or breadcrumbs.) Bring it," said the peasant woman's voice again, and 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.

Straightened up and opened his eyes wide. A small village appeared on a hill in front of him; A little to the right, you can see a dilapidated . The landlord's small house, with its shutters closed and the steps already sloping; The wide yard, from the gate, grows as green as hemp. very dense nettle; Right here, there's an oak building. It's a sturdy little granary. For a long time he had been whispering to Aplacsya in a low voice, sighing softly, and drawing a cross twice; Neither of them could have imagined that the old man would come to live in their village of Vasilyev, since he had such a well-cultivated territory and well-managed manor nearby; Nor did they guess that the manor house was very disgusting to Lavretsky; It will evoke very unpleasant memories in his heart. After enough whispering conversation, Anton took a stick and knocked it and hung it in front of the granary. The watchboard, which had not been struck for a long time, immediately curled up and fell asleep in the courtyard, with nothing on his gray-haired head.

I dare think so, you don't get bored with me, you don't think I'm a bad person, but you still think, what the hell should I say? For the sake of witty remarks, even his own father and friends are not cherished."

"You're absent-minded and forgetful, like all people in high society," Lisa said hesitantly, "that's all." Well, what about you?" He whispered, "You think I'm an egoist, too?"

"I know very little about you," replied Lisa negatively, "but I don't think you're an egoist; I, on the contrary, should thank you"

"I know, I know what you're trying to say," Pan Shen interrupted, sliding his fingers over the keys quickly, "for the notation I brought you, for the books, for the not-so-clever drawings I drew for me, to decorate your albums, blah, blah, blah. I was able to do it all

Offended her. You know, she doesn't like me, does she?"

"I know, I know what you're trying to say," Pan Shen interrupted, sliding his fingers over the keys quickly, "for the notation I brought you, for the books, for the not-so-clever drawings I drew for me, to decorate your albums, blah, blah, blah. I was able to do it all... Offended her. You know, she doesn't like me, does she?"

"Yes," Lisa said after a moment's hesitation, "she doesn't like you."

When Nikolaich said goodbye to Lisa, he took the opportunity to shake her hand and said to her: "You know who drew me here; You understand why I keep coming to your house; Since everything is so obvious, do you need to say anything more?"

(End of chapter)