When Tang Zhangwei and Bai Cunxiao saw that those enemies were in the Tang Dynasty East Persian Province, and the number was increasing, he immediately left here, because he felt that this was no longer his own land. Ω pineapple ● small omega said

Tang Zhangwei and Catherine, they rode a big wooden bird, and came to the province of Rus.

After Tang Zhangwei entered the grassland, he felt that his mood was much better.

Here, many stories have happened, but everything here makes Tang Zhangwei happy.

The people here, the Rus' here, and the Viking nobility here, they have a cheerful spirit.

The Rus' loved to drink, they liked to play the accordion, and everything about them was so festive.

This is the village of Vasilyev.

The coachman drove the carriage around the corner to the gate and stopped the horse; Lavretsky's servant stood up in the coachman's seat, as if he wanted to jump, and cried out: "Hey!" Heard hoarseness. The dull barking of dogs, but not even the dogs came out; The servant was about to jump down again, and shouted again, "Hey!" Then a weak dog barked again, and after a while, a man dressed in a homespun tunic robe. The white-haired man ran out of nowhere into the yard; He covered the sun with his hands, looked towards the carriage, and suddenly patted his thighs with both hands, at first a little overwhelmed, and hurried to open the gate. The carriage drove into the yard, its wheels clattering over the nettles, and stopped at the front of the steps. The white-haired man, who seemed to be very agile, had bent his legs, spread his legs widely, stood on the lowest step, untied the canopy in front of him, pulled the leather canopy up, helped the old man out of the car, and kissed his hand.

"Hello, hello, man," said Lavretsky, "you seem to be called Anton, right?" Are you still alive?"

The old man bowed silently and ran to get the key. As he ran to get the keys, the coachman sat bent and motionless, looking at the locked door from time to time; As soon as Lavretsky's servant jumped out of the carriage, he put one hand on the coachman's seat and stood there with vigour. The old man took the key, bent unnecessarily like a snake, raised his elbow, opened the door, stepped aside, and bowed deeply.

"Look, I'm home, and lo and behold, I'm back," thought Lavretsky, as he walked into the tiny hall, while the blinds thumped. One by one, the doors creaked and opened, and the bright light of the day shone into the uninhabited inner chamber.

How did she hold his head on her breast, and began to cry and say to him weakly, but towards Grafila. Petrovna glanced at it, and looked like a slave. In addition to these two old men, plus three are wearing long shirts. the great-grandson of Anton, the eldest child, and the master's family still lives a one-armed peasant who is exempt from servitude; He spoke slurredly, like a black grouse, and could not do anything; Slightly more useful than him was an old dog barking to welcome Lavretsky's return: follow Grafila. Petrovna ordered that a thick and heavy chain be bought, and that it had been locked up for more than ten years, and that it could barely be moved, and that it was barely able to drag the heavy chain. Lavretsky took a closer look at the house, then went into the garden, where he was satisfied. The garden is overgrown with tall weeds. Burdock. gooseberries and slings; However, there are a lot of shade trees in the garden, many old linden trees, and the trunks of the linden trees are thick and the branches are strangely shaped, which makes people surprised; These trees are too densely planted, and they haven't been pruned for a long time, and the last pruning was probably a hundred years ago. At the end of the garden there is a small clear pond surrounded by slightly reddish ponds. Tall reeds. The signs of human life disappear too quickly: Grafila. Although Petrovna's manor is not completely deserted, it seems to have fallen into a quiet sleep, as long as it is not disturbed by humans. Annoying place, everything on the ground is like here, silent, lethargic. Fyodor. Ivanech also walked around the village; The peasant women looked at him from the door of their farmhouse with one hand on their cheeks; The peasants bowed to him from afar, the children ran aside, and the dogs barked, but they did not bark vigorously. Finally, he wanted to eat; But the servants and cooks he waited for were not expected to arrive until evening; The luggage and food from Lavriki had not yet arrived, so I had to go to Anton. Anton was immediately busy with his work: he caught an old hen, killed it, plucked it; Before putting the chicken in the pot, Apkrasia first wiped and washed it like a garment, and tossed it for a long time; The chicken was finally cooked, Anton set the table, spread the tablecloth, cleaned up, and placed a blackened three-legged gold-plated salt shaker in front of the cutlery, and a round glass stopper. Thin-necked glass wine bottle with edges; Then he reported to Lavretsky in a singing voice that the meal was ready, and then he made a fist with his right hand, wrapped it in a napkin, and stood behind the master's chair, from which a cypress intensity emanated. Ancient smell. Lavretsky tasted the soup and ate the chicken; The chicken skin is covered with a layer of sizable small bumps, each chicken leg has a thick tendon, and the chicken has a woody and alkaline smell. After eating, Lavretsky said that he would like a cup of tea, and if "I will bring it here", the old man interrupted him, and fulfilled his promise. Find a handful of tea leaves wrapped in a small piece of red paper; Find one though it's not big. But the firepower is strong. The samovar made a loud noise, and a small piece of sugar that seemed to have melted on the surface was found. Lavretsky drank tea from a large tea bowl! As a child, he remembers this tea bowl: there are cards drawn on it, and it used to be used only by guests, but now he also uses it to drink tea like a guest. In the evening, the servants arrived; Lavretsky did not want to sleep in his aunt's bed; He instructed him to make a bed in the dining room. He extinguished the candle and looked around him for a long time, immersed in unpleasant thoughts; He experienced the feeling that every person who spent the night in a place that had been uninhabited for the first time for the first time; He seemed to feel that the darkness that surrounded him from all sides was not yet accustomed to the newcomers, and that the walls of the house were also confused. Finally he sighed, pulled the covers over his body, and fell asleep. Anton slept the latest;

Pan Shen quickly slid his fingers over the keys; A barely perceptible smile crossed his lips.

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