This play attracted a lot of thoughts



The phone driver drives a silent girl: the reader gets the whole handful of stuff out there, and hopefully she’ll have a positive understanding of the author’s ability to tell.

Sunny, summer morning was beginning. Tucked away in a big swallow, the country girl walked along the paths along the paths, past meadows and vines. Behind the back was a heavy stroller, a driver from the sun and rain protecting some kind of racket made of the toughest cloth, and tensioned over the treadmill. The horses ran in a row when they reached the girl, shouted to him:

– Girl Hoi!

He looked up, saw the shadow of the shadow, laughing against the broad, benevolent faces and solemnly nodding in every movement.

– Where’s the journey?

– To the town.

– There’s a long way to go and it’ll be hot soon. Wouldn’t you come to the stroller?

– Yes, I love you. Kost ‘God.

– Sooh!

The stall stopped, the girl jumped on the trolley and sat next to the driver, who whipped the whip.

– Hey!

And so it went.

The man in the cart looked at his travel companion and nodded his head a few times.

“I can’t see you wandering around the road,” he said. – It’s so painful, and you are, as compared to men, the biggest worries of life. Now that I’m old, and bring rather young crowd, even if it is perhaps no more belong to me; I myself am a broken-down and dirty enough, I do not, therefore, huolisi repeat the same kind of my chest hytkyttämään. Because there is so much beauty in this world, I love to have something close to my beauty that doesn’t bother me looking at me and around me. When I was young, I only carried old people and so do the young drivers now. When you see their rude red-eyed girl, of course, you will think that they will do it for their own pleasure, contrary to true human love, who does not tolerate any kind of slander if they lift their old wall. Yeah, girl gold!

– I am now an old truck servant, the son already I have been driving back and forth along the same road; at first, but then when the railway came to the ground, only to the town and back. The time of my Lord, when I think it’s over fifty years! The road has remained the same, except for a few trees that had died rivistään and whose place I saw another tree to grow; a couple of cottages have risen along it, otherwise it’s just the same, I know every stone. Many other people have been sitting on my stroller for nothing to notice. I have spoken to him, let him tell myself as I walked in and I watched the world, and so used to seeing it, I do not mind to remember anything of what I see lying on the road. Multiple saws should be delayed but might be lost because Whatever your stroller might take, I will be happy to just look around with my eyes. When a good ride goes, there is no time to see a little bit of sadness and sorrow that is so often here in the world, and everything looks so sour, so sweet. Yeah, girl gold!

– Do you see that, at the top of the church tower, beyond the hill? It is Krondorf, there was I born. On that side of the road, there is their little cemetery – he pointed to the whip – there is my father buried there for thirty-five years; My mother rests in Vienna, my sister Prag, among my brothers and sisters who have fallen in Italy, and I do not know where I am going to be, but I guess God once in the last day racked us up as he did. That’s what I say, I’ve never had anything special about it, and now I’m no longer fit for anything. I’m going to clean up the ground in my grave, and I’ll probably never get out of myself, but I trust that a good God will know better what we might possibly do. – Yes, girl gold!

– Really, isn’t it beautiful here? You look around in your wonders as everything is new to you. Time for the first time on this road?

– This is the first time in my life when I’m usually away from home.

– I noticed it right away from you. Are you leaving for a city?

– No, I’ll go further, up to Vienna, to get a job.

– Right. Better in the city, the smaller the place of service than the small ones in your own economy. Do I feel like your relatives?

– I don’t think so. I am no longer alive like my mother, and who would have told you about the widow of the schoolmaster of Sebensdorf?

Allowing the man to shake his head.

They drove past a small cottage with wine and beer labels on the wall. The skinny man, carrying his green jacket badge, stood at the door.

– Hey Kolling Mikko! he shouted when he saw racing games. – Good morning!

– Good morning.

The thick battery ran into the same out door.

– Who’s driving the side?

– Well, there comes my heartbeat, shouted the old ladder. – Good morning mistress. You have been in my eyes for a long time, it is always spotted early in the morning and when not just the left eye! Just to please you I always go home to talk to you. Of course, you should notice and deliver the master to the deepest basement so we can be alone.

Both the host and the hostess laughed.

– Even today, when you come, I’ll deliver it, shouted for a fat battery behind its forces, because the strollers had already flown by the side.

– Good, I don’t neglect the opportunity, Mikko Mikko back.

Then he started talking to the girl next door.

– Such an honorable little spoil you dare to use such an old ass like me, right? – Just look at how graceful the Grottenstein monastery stands up there, on a high mountain in the sunshine! And there the building is very fun, I’ve seen it once. There is such a fiction that once in the distant times, a monk who had been enormously learned and at the same time very pious. Between worship services, he cooked healthy herbs in his booth and spent his contemplative life, and finally he found out how to make gold. I do not know how to do it now, but say that the one who owns the stone of the wise might improve all the diseases; and it was the monk of that skill. You may think about how all the countries of the world came to ask for advice to the monastery. But no one thinks they own, not even pious. He always wants to own more than others, and this is what my monk’s thought was: I never have to fear the sorrows of sickness and the injuries of weakness, and all the people who come to me will help them; But now I just want to come up with a drink that no longer has death in the world! And he would pray for help from God, and it was just his will that he could help all the sick and afflicted at all times. He prays this, and our Lord hears him. One night, he suddenly comes to his halls and prepares that immortal drink. During midnight, a goblet is standing, full of grass, in front of him. And when he empties it, death can never reach him. When the clock hits twelve, he raises the pizzeria to drink – and then it is as far, far, deep inside the earth as the stars run out, with millions of broken eyes looking at him with passion; like all the covetous lusts would catch their hollow dragon to drink. Then he was overwhelmed by the feeling as if he wanted to use violence against the living and the dead, he was evil and he threw the picarole and said, “I too want to come to you.” But they immediately grabbed his words and the next morning he was found dead. Let’s talk about it again the other side of it too in a way that this thing once would only be fabricated in order to preserve the remembrance of the monk people’s real luostaripyhimyksenä, and that will bring the beverage of immortality would have been just a poison, The other monastic brothers had soldered him for the reason that he did not keep the secret of the wise stone exclusively to the monastery, but wanted to inform the whole human world. That was the story of Grottenstein’s work. Yeah, girl gold!

– The bridge we are now going through is not much more than thirty years old. During the great flood, the river opened the new river itself, and now you notice exactly: it is the river that we are now driving – hopsis, down and back up – that’s what ran before.

Came to see a cross next to the road. The old driver was silent, silent as he drove towards it, when it was over, he made a cross mark and rushed to the horses.

– True, the girl, she started after a moment, – Do you see how suddenly I get my slippery mouths closed? That tormentor [“The tormentor” is made of wood or stone and erected in a place where an accident has sometimes occurred, often with a short writing to indicate how and in what way it may include a pictorial representation. Then there are the “promising crosses” that have been erected by the survivors of the accident to fulfill the righteous promise.], Beyond that which remained behind, it is my only aversion to the whole path. I’d pay anything, as long as I got it out of it. It’s just darkening me out of bright sunlight. When I travel alone, I always sleep on the trunk that puts his head up until it is behind my back. A hundred times I have said, I kajoo relevant and just as often I tried to forget about it; but nothing helps: as soon as I see that bad sign, everything goes back to my life as if it had happened yesterday. And when you have experienced something that heavily weighs your memory, it thinks it will be easier to carry if you believe it to another. When the same place happens to fall into misery so much that it suffices for others as well, then people who are familiar with it will challenge each other, as if they were all concerned, then they are afraid of this life, which may even happen. so it thinks it will be easier to carry if you believe it to another. When the same place happens to fall into misery so much that it suffices for others as well, then people who are familiar with it will challenge each other, as if they were all concerned, then they are afraid of this life, which may even happen. so it thinks it will be easier to carry if you believe it to another. When the same place happens to fall into misery so much that it suffices for others as well, then people who are familiar with it will challenge each other, as if they were all concerned, then they are afraid of this life, which may even happen.

She leaned slightly toward the girl and quietly said:

– That cross was killed many years later by a man, and the one who killed him was my best friend. So, my best friend, he sighed deeply – so, girl gold!

After a while, she started again:

– He was called James of Sennfeld, and otherwise he was such a good-looking boy that no one could have tried to speak evil, but he did not intervene for drinking, because he took him out of his wits, and he honestly charted it. His parents were a good people and as the only child he was in peace and in love with them. There, then, the girl of her age grew up in that locality, and she came to her year after year; but it was Korean as a picture, Langhammer’s Aune. And not so long ago, others appeared to keep her and get her popularity. Such were Friedberg’s Antti, who usually knew better to socialize with his wife, and they liked to keep him alive, even though he thought he would be happy if he was allowed to live, even though he wouldn’t get hungry. He was the first beast in beautiful Aunen, but secretly, so nobody noticed it, as Jacob had to be taken as a suitor, and he was entrusted to own a whole year. But the other son, Antti, was proud and said: be it or so! If you take James, you will never see me again; If you take me again, don’t like the game with another! And I saw that he could not give up on him, but gave Ant to the whip. For a year, the boy hadn’t pushed his head to the point that the girl only held him scorned; those prayers fell on him as if from heaven, he was desperate. And then the damn masked her advised to go to what she had been so long for – in the niche, to drink her pain to death. This was already bad; as long as the other one has not come, but it came in, and it was the worst of it! Antti noticed Jacob sitting there and could not go to see what the man looked like now. And it was the craziest thing: when he sees him sitting there quite paralyzed, he gets upset, goes to him, asks him to pour out his pure wine so he can see that the girl wouldn’t have agreed to bring him his glory, left behind. One word gives birth to another, he makes Jacob suspicious, and Jacob, who always drops his first glass, misunderstands his good intentions and thinks that he just wants to drink, or Aunea, in his eyes. He, in turn, does not give any references, only silences, and when one leaves, he joins him and the next day he finds the Friedberg Antti killed on the road. But Sennfeld’s James was never found, and the whole world said: he’s a murderer.

– I don’t forget about it every day when I came to the Jacob’s parents’ night that same evening. In their despair, both elderly people sat in their corners apart, and were not seen in each other’s eyes. – It is not possible, the daddy wobbled, – he couldn’t be so mistaken; or he is not of my flesh and of my blood. Confess – he shouted to his wife, – admit, I forgive you all now, but tell me my soul for comfort, that he is not my child! – The old morsel cried like crazy. – All Sennfelds, – the old lady – have been straight and honest. That fierce, godless nature could not have been born to him from any of my ancestors. I have to ask her if she really did it! And in the same he jumps up, goes to his wife, and cries; – say where he is, you know it! – There was no escape to the trough and he admitted that Jacob had said in his rush of departure that he was going to the gray rock; – Look at the girl, that awesome high mountains is the gray rock.

The hubby no longer spoke a word, but prepared to leave. I was overwhelmed by great pain both for him and for Jacob, and I said: Father Sennfeld, I’m going with you! And he replied, “Go! And that same evening we went there, we went through the night. It was a sad passage, we didn’t speak a word on the road, every now and then I just heard the old father quietly sigh as he didn’t want to speak out aloud. At dawn when we went to the gray rock, I look at the road by chance. St. Joseph, the staples just flickering in the sun, the gendarmes are on our hocks! Although it would have been all night, we noticed. The hubby has been looking at the road all the time, without saying anything to me, I grab his arm and say, Holy Mother, what are we doing now? The barberries are following us! He answers it: – is that so. And it is still moving towards the rock. My heart was haunted and my head was dizzy as if my forehead had been beaten, so that all the thoughts went from me, and as the little boy I ran after the thief. We got up on the gray rock wall, my knees trembled, but the hubby remained stiff above me. We got to the top, there is a small ravine, where, as we step in, Jacob, pale, wild, no longer looking human. My eyes poured water. He wants to throw himself at his father’s neck, but this prevents him from holding his hand and saying, “Tell me the truth, Jacob, have you beaten Friedberg’s Ant to death?” Then the boy was silent, and the old man goes on again: – deny or admit! The righteous in the name of God and my pain and suffering! – Then Jacob quietly admitted and threw on the stones, crying out loud. But his father’s whole body trembled, he looked up at heaven as he pleaded for mercy, then calmed down again, looking down at where the gendarmes were just rising up the rock. Then he turned to his son and said, “They’ll pick you up.” It would be a great consolation for me if you could save the matter from going to court and my honest name for criticism that would be sold at the root of the roe deer from a few crunchers; therefore there is a thing to do, and I will fill it, and when you answer your actions before God’s Almighty, so will this. May he be merciful to both of us and merciful! Amen. And now Jaakko is getting up, the gendarmes are already dirty. I’ll give you my hand, Don’t get any more to me. And when I myself stand before God and with his permission I can forgive you, then it will happen! – And his father only offered him his hand, I saw that he held something that James took and then rushed into the ravine. He was not in the two minutes there when the gendarmes had come up. – Men, where is Jaakko Sennfeld? one of them asked. But Dad didn’t answer them. Fear nailed my member, I plunged into the gorge, a lust behind me, and from there we meet James lying in his blood, dead, a big wound in the throat, a razor in his hand, whose father had injected him. I shouted, the gang wanted to run to his companion, I arrested him and said, “That old man is his father!” – I know that, the warrior answered. A good man, you eyes were wet. And when we stepped out without James, then Sennfeld looked at us with a glazed eye and began to shake. He would have fallen down from the cliff if we hadn’t helped him. I still held him up when the gang said to another: – He has killed himself! – Then the guy deeply sighed, straightened out and said, “It was right!” – And then turned to go, rested, restrained steps up to home, after all. When he got home, he dormanted, and no longer rose from his bed. That end didn’t last long. Yeah, because the man had just a court judgment that didn’t spare his own child. God comfort him! You might think of the days of sorrow that Sennfeld’s mourning had taken, and that Aune Langhammer had never felt a moment of peace. And when we stepped out without James, then Sennfeld looked at us with a glazed eye and began to shake. He would have fallen down from the cliff if we hadn’t helped him. I still held him up when the gang said to another: – He has killed himself! – Then the guy deeply sighed, straightened out and said, “It was right!” – And then turned to go, rested, restrained steps up to home, after all. When he got home, he dormanted, and no longer rose from his bed. That end didn’t last long. Yeah, because the man had just a court judgment that didn’t spare his own child. God comfort him! You might think of the days of sorrow that Sennfeld’s mourning had taken, and that Aune Langhammer had never felt a moment of peace. And when we stepped out without James, then Sennfeld looked at us with a glazed eye and began to shake. He would have fallen down from the cliff if we hadn’t helped him. I still held him up when the gang said to another: – He has killed himself! – Then the guy deeply sighed, straightened out and said, “It was right!” – And then turned to go, rested, restrained steps up to home, after all. When he got home, he dormanted, and no longer rose from his bed. That end didn’t last long. Yeah, because the man had just a court judgment that didn’t spare his own child. God comfort him! You might think of the days of sorrow that Sennfeld’s mourning had taken, and that Aune Langhammer had never felt a moment of peace. then Sennfeld looked at us with a glazed eye and began to shake. He would have fallen down from the cliff if we hadn’t helped him. I still held him up when the gang said to another: – He has killed himself! – Then the guy deeply sighed, straightened out and said, “It was right!” – And then turned to go, rested, restrained steps up to home, after all. When he got home, he dormanted, and no longer rose from his bed. That end didn’t last long. Yeah, because the man had just a court judgment that didn’t spare his own child. God comfort him! You might think of the days of sorrow that Sennfeld’s mourning had taken, and that Aune Langhammer had never felt a moment of peace. then Sennfeld looked at us with a glazed eye and began to shake. He would have fallen down from the cliff if we hadn’t helped him. I still held him up when the gang said to another: – He has killed himself! – Then the guy deeply sighed, straightened out and said, “It was right!” – And then turned to go, rested, restrained steps up to home, after all. When he got home, he dormanted, and no longer rose from his bed. That end didn’t last long. Yeah, because the man had just a court judgment that didn’t spare his own child. God comfort him! You might think of the days of sorrow that Sennfeld’s mourning had taken, and that Aune Langhammer had never felt a moment of peace. if we hadn’t helped her. I still held him up when the gang said to another: – He has killed himself! – Then the guy deeply sighed, straightened out and said, “It was right!” – And then turned to go, rested, restrained steps up to home, after all. When he got home, he dormanted, and no longer rose from his bed. That end didn’t last long. Yeah, because the man had just a court judgment that didn’t spare his own child. God comfort him! You might think of the days of sorrow that Sennfeld’s mourning had taken, and that Aune Langhammer had never felt a moment of peace. if we hadn’t helped her. I still held him up when the gang said to another: – He has killed himself! – Then the guy deeply sighed, straightened out and said, “It was right!” – And then turned to go, rested, restrained steps up to home, after all. When he got home, he dormanted, and no longer rose from his bed. That end didn’t last long. Yeah, because the man had just a court judgment that didn’t spare his own child. God comfort him! You might think of the days of sorrow that Sennfeld’s mourning had taken, and that Aune Langhammer had never felt a moment of peace. – And then turned to go, rested, restrained steps up to home, after all. When he got home, he dormanted, and no longer rose from his bed. That end didn’t last long. Yeah, because the man had just a court judgment that didn’t spare his own child. God comfort him! You might think of the days of sorrow that Sennfeld’s mourning had taken, and that Aune Langhammer had never felt a moment of peace. – And then turned to go, rested, restrained steps up to home, after all. When he got home, he dormanted, and no longer rose from his bed. That end didn’t last long. Yeah, because the man had just a court judgment that didn’t spare his own child. God comfort him! You might think of the days of sorrow that Sennfeld’s mourning had taken, and that Aune Langhammer had never felt a moment of peace.

– Damage, – think about it – you can never criticize the frivolity of such a little girl. So good men both, could still live happily today! – but it was so allowed. Often coming down from heaven, or rising from hell to this shallow world, an interpreter who puts the human head on the wheel. Now the whole gray rock cave is behind us and there is an inn right in front of us, where we go out for dinner. Yes eating and drinking afterwards will already taste! Yeah, girl gold!

However, the girl did not agree with the honest driver that her sad story would have triggered hunger and thirst, on the contrary it had expelled her food and drink, but she was happy to rest.

Along the road, there were several strollers in the row, Kolling’s Mikko tied his last, then he stepped in and shouted:

– For God’s health – which greeting was answered in many voices.

– Are you leaving here too? he asked his companion. – I’ll never sit in that noise and heat, except in the winter when it’s forced.

For one of the tables standing outside, he, as a sign that it had been taken, threw his wide, heavy hat, which he apparently only carried for this purpose, for he hadn’t put it on his head all day.

The host came to ask what the newcomers wanted, and when he had been ordered, Kolling’s Mikko went to his trolleys to pick up the eagles.

– First the horses, then I, he said.

He then distributed to the animals the kind of advice that they would enjoy in peace and not swallow urgently, and then sat at the table next to the girl. Some other tourists had already made their bills and bought the inn.

The first one who stepped down and saw that strange couple shouted back to the bed:

– Now, Kolling’s Mikko has met a Korean litter!

Others came laughing afterwards.

– Yeah, said the old driver – that’s what I am gonna fix for you and your city.

– Pretty girl, said first, – I’d rather sit on my stroller! Rather, you will arrive and pay less.

– Of course! your promises of stuff to fulfill you are not good, but to do stuff ; he doesn’t sit on your stroller.

– Are you loyal to the girl? Damage!

Drivers got up on the stroller, and slowly the carts followed each other, the whole line went along the road. Then, after Kolling’s Mikko and her girls got up, they only saw a dark line moving around the highway, small as a worm, wriggling and turning around on the leaf.

The bikes rolled back to their old speeds, often bouncing out of places that had just been cracked with rapakivi. The old driver wasn’t able to snooze in them, though he did. That’s why he whistled completely and started talking again.

“That boy,” he said, “the last thing he spoke about is the brother,” he said, “no play is too much, and especially he always turns you into wife wives. Last year, he did a trick – it was not his reason that he did not succeed, but I am not asking how the thing ends with what he starts in his unrest.

– The city is an unhealthy place for the man who needs to grow there. The majority of the city’s population is weak than the wives – even though they are called women there – just like that; When they fuck and children are born, then they don’t know what to do. Small rubble is fed with water or taken into the house by a mammal; there is no evil in it, because the child then falls under their eyes. But there are parents who cannot do one and do not make another, and they send their child to the land. It would be good, but they have to give it to the strangers, and that’s not right. Well. And often, the peasants of the environment pick up such nursing children from the city. As a rag, a slug is tied to a clean cloth, the battery takes the myt and takes it away; no one’s going to get it either way he’ll bring it back. They earn money in this way. And when they are about two, three, or a whole group on their way home, then they are in good spirits, departing to flee to every inn and spending a whole day, not often a fairy tale. Last year, then, that same boy travels from a district town and meets two such nursing mothers with little goods. Each of the nurses had their own part, they caught up in the responses, shouted and laughed, and the children screamed, too, which they were able to let in on their little throat. It was such a noise that my cowboy had already heard it from afar. When he reaches them, he is pretending to be merciful and taking up his trunks, and after a moment both are snoring. Now the boy wraps the kids in their clothes, change shirts and cloths and everything and then put the wrong child in both different teeth. When they wake up, neither one notices the deception, the other steps away earlier, the other travels almost to the end of the road. It may be that it could have been a disorder that would not have tolerated the play, but the exchanged children were fortunately a boy and a girl, and when both nurses had explained their sleep, then the other wondered how the boy could become a girl, and the other one how the girl could have turned into a son. Of course, they did not believe such a miracle, and when they found out, then you might imagine what a tora and a bark of it was, because they were the wrong child in the lap driving fourteen miles away from each other, which could have wandered, without departing from the inns. It puts such signs in place. Yeah, girl gold!

They climbed up the hill, and when they reached it, they saw the buildings far apart, and in the middle of them there were tall church towers and churning pipes. Mikko referred to his whip.

– The town, he said.

The rural child had never come to think of such a multitude of houses, and the streets were crossed between them. He had thought that if there were twice as many houses as he had in his home village, it would become a small town, and if it were ten times so big, it would become a very big city. Now he did not at all try to determine the number of all those houses that were in front of him; he was thrown away by his own childish conception, and he laughed at being able to become so old without making it corrected. And restlessly, he turned his seat, following the vision there or here.

– The girl in gold, said Kolling’s Mikko, – when you are amazed at this city, what do you look at when you come to a big city.

– How big is that like that? asked the girl.

And to show that his first miracle was his last, he immediately added:

– Perhaps a hundred times that big?

– A thousand times, said the driver.

– Thousand times?

Then the girl was silent. He had to see it before he believed it.

Already appeared private villas as a sign of town-likeness. In a small garden, the children were playing, the old maid sitting next to them watching their play. When the carts ran sideways, he glanced up and nodded his head for the greeting of Kolling Mikko.

– That’s it, he said – was once a little bit of a Korean kid. It still serves the same place as when she was young, and now kills the grandchildren of the children she was defending. They made him a lot of mockery when he was young, and now, after years of scrolling, endures the same game; I don’t like that mockery at all; but it does make maybe I like the old virgin. After all, he was a little crazy and strange at all days of his life, but I think we should thank God both for being clear and for being within bounds, and that good-natured people should not weaken a weak head to a weaker position. That’s what I am telling you, because that’s enough for a travel ticket that is back in town.

– Long life alone takes a high age, and everyone who is old is known to have been young. But the traces of whether he was beautiful are rarely found, and that old grandchild of whom I am talking is no more. But she was beautiful, coming to the house of those people, young and bloody, coming from the land. The city air did not do him good, it went to his head. He began to think that a very special man was born for him, of course he could no longer think of the peasant, but the craftsmen and other traders were too bad for him. The people came in the crowd, but when everyone got their hands and wrapped up in them beautifully, he thought that he was too good on the low floors, so the low layers over time did not come,

– His gentlemen laughed at that pride, because it is always ridiculous when someone appeals to him without a reason. As long as the matter would have remained so, maybe the virgin “Unsurprising Catcher” would have pleased his mind and now would sit in honorable craftsman, not an old abandoned and futile creature that eats mercy on his forehead.

– If I then told you how things have evolved, because there is a reason in this world, even if it is not always thought or believed, and the stupid thing is to say, “It happens by itself”. Nothing happens by itself. For the gentleman had a relative, a young pretty student who stayed with them for a couple of weeks. He was a little older than that little boy at that time, and it wasn’t strange that such a grimace was pleasing to him. She showed it to her and tried her in turn to please her. But when he noticed that the girl hadn’t fallen into play on these things at all, but was going to be true and losing it, then she secretly laughed, but was in her rage like a fox under a rowan tree. But the veins of its age always have light blood, such things will soon disappear,

– But now there is a grandson so that one always enjoys another in matters of love, and even though he does not care about the lover, there is always something there; he feels that he himself wants to take care of the pet stories that he pronounces, and that he weaves his own hands. Everyone thinks he’s been neglected. The daughters of that family were also in their rocks for the love of their cousin, and made him justifiably tempted, but when they saw how things began to turn, that the student leaving it remained in their field, then they became a pity; the true speech that the girl had properly angered would then turn into a play that would greatly interest her; and so they tempted him to show himself to be true. After all, in every human being, the vengeance of the particle; and the young cousin also thought: Because I can mourn the prayers, so do you mourn. And as the young people are always thoughtless and proud, he also agrees to their exhortations and starts to hold the wrong, false game. The laughter was crouched, struck by the eye and humiliated at the expense of the girl in love, who had already thought she was coming to the gracious lady of the city. And then came the time that the young gentleman had to return to his city. He waited for a moonlight and ordered a fallen girlfriend to the garden for a goodbye. They were under the windows of the virgins and stood behind the rabbit and smothered their laughter in the way that they chewed the two handkerchiefs. Because sometimes the student spoke to the crying, and vowed him to remain true to himself, until he comes back – which he never intended to do. And the girl was sworn and kept her oath up to this day. When he is told: – Of course your sweetheart is dead, if it does not come! so he suffers. But somebody says: – The student just made you scorn! then he gets angry, not for his own sake, but because he thinks of him and is being beaten. Kai has become an old cleric whose face now has wrinkles and folds as much as her leather chair. But in the memory of the then girl, she has remained young and Korean, and even today, when men become a speech, she says: – My cult is quite different! And maybe it was because he thought he was a student, he wasn’t; but maybe he can be found somewhere in the world, maybe he’s still somewhere else. I’m not allowed to play at his expense. It wasn’t that love at all, but he has shown loyalty, and that is the best thing about a wife, and that is why I like him, and I greet him whenever I go past him.

– But, said the girl, – why didn’t anyone block her from it?
Then he would be much happier now.
– Don’t think the girl is gold! Maybe you would rather live in reality; But those people who dream about going through their lives are better at dreaming than at reality events. You see, now we’re in town. Do you know where you are going now?

– I have a letter on which it is written.

He pulled the writing under his neckline.

– It’s a good letter bag, Mikko said.

– Wieninkatu, number 73 stands there.

– Really? That’s bad, because then I’ll have to let you go and I’ll be happy to carry you for a long time. The Vienna street is there, right across the bridge. Now get up then the girl with gold. Sooh!

The horses stopped, the girl jumped down the wheel.

– Thanks a lot!

– No problem.

– And good luck!

– Yeah, happy trip! To God! Hey!

– To God!

Kolling’s Miko’s travel companion stepped over the bridge towards the designated street. There was already an afternoon, and even though it was a weekday, there were more people there than on a Sunday in the village and gathered on the holidays; he always had to be ready to deviate from their path and immediately realize when someone wanted to depart from his path; most hurry up, looking around; others, passing by, threw a friendly glance at him, and he felt as if they were greeting him at the time, – he didn’t even know people who were friendly to the world. If she had been a stranger in it without a refuge, then that colorful life would have put her head on the bike. But he found relatives here in the city, and he gave him confidence. That people’s bleak mess immediately affected him; it became quite intolerable to walk in the middle of that dying, talking group, he wanted to hear his own voice in the city, and if he were to talk about those townspeople, he would have to answer and then he would hear what they were talking about here. To the stranger it is never a pity to ask the way and he turned to the parent Lord and said:

– Don’t bother, is this Vienna street? But that old man showed up in the street corner and your business:

– You can’t read?

What? First he looked after him, stunned, and then he remembered that he was in the city. There, people are not so familiar with each other as in the land, most of them stay alien for the rest of their lives, and everyone here is pretending to be each other as if each one was superior. That doesn’t seem to prevent them from being rude. They talk to people in many ways, and leave the only thing that is less meaningful.

He had now lost his desire to speak. That is why he stepped into the dwelling houses and searched the gates for numbers. Oh, the greatness of their great buildings! Just as if ten or twenty houses were moved to one another and one piece of fish overlapped . That’s where people live and pay for being just a homeless little host. Often they do not have more space than a similar person on land; There, the shackles are separated from each other by the wilderness and the meadow, here people live next to each other, a wall in the wall. What kind of bleaky is in such a house! What’s going on there, there are always strange eyes around and asking or not asking; it makes life miserable and bad. In the face of it, he himself must experience both light and shadow.

There was a number seventy-three written in that gate. The girl stepped into the staircase where the old battery was swirling, and asked Reinholt Brucker.

– On the third floor to the left.

He stepped up the stairs. There are mountains in the city, but there are bricks and people living there.

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