Do you remember Vasha? Kosja said sadly again

Which Vashafija asked
It was the one who drowned. Kostya replied that it was in this river. What a good boy! What a good boy! His mother, Fei krista, how much he loved him! Fei krista, she seemed to have felt that he would die in the water. In summer, Wa Xia took a bath with us in the river, and she trembled all over. Other women didn’t care. Fei krista waddled by with the washbasin, but she put it on the ground to wake him up. Come back, my baby. Come back, I’m fine. God knows how he drowned. He was playing on the shore, and his mother was there hugging hay. Suddenly I heard someone spitting bubbles in the water. After that, Fei krista went crazy. She often went to the place where he drowned. She was lying there and singing. Do you remember that Wa Xia often sang a song? She cried and complained to the emperor.
Look, Pavlusha is back, said Fija.
Pavlusha came to the fire with a pot full of water.
Guys, after he was silent for a while, he said something bad
What’s the matter? Kostya asked quickly
I heard the vasha sound.
Everyone was trembling with fear.
What’s the matter with you? Kostya said softly.
It’s true. As soon as I bent down to scoop water, I heard Waxia calling my name. That sound seemed to come from the bottom of the water. Bafu Road, Sabah Road, Shasha, hey, I stepped back a few steps, but the water was still scooped.
Oh, dear, dear, dear, the child said with a cross
This is the monster calling you. Pavlu Shafija said that we were just talking. He was talking about Washa.
Oh, this is not a good sign, Ilyusha said slowly
Oh, nothing. Let it be, Pavlusha said very strongly and sat down again. Damn it, it’s impossible to live.
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The children couldn’t keep silent. It was obviously Pavlusha’s words. They felt deeply. They all lay down by the fire as if they were going to sleep.
What is this? Kostya suddenly looked up and asked.
Pavlusha listened carefully.
This is a woodcock flying by. It’s a woodcock barking.
Where is the woodcock flying?
I heard it’s flying to a place without winter.
Is this really a place?
Is it far?
Far, far beyond the warm sea.
Kostya sighed and closed her eyes.
It’s been more than three hours since I came here to be with the children. The moon finally rose. I didn’t notice it immediately because it was a thin crescent moon. The moonless night seemed to be as brilliant as usual, but not long ago, many stars were hanging high in the sky, and they were about to fall around the dark edge of the earth. Everything was silent as usual at dawn. Everything slept soundly and didn’t move. The smell in Li’s dream was not as strong as before. It seemed that the humidity was gradually spreading again. The summer night was short. The children didn’t talk, the fire went out and the dog dozed off.
A breeze blew from my face, and I opened my eyes. It was already dawn, but the east was already pale, and everything was visible around me. Although it was vaguely gray, the sky was getting brighter and bluer, and the stars were getting colder. The leaves were faintly flashing for a while, and it was damp. The place was full of dew drops, and there was a lively noise. When the breeze was blowing, my body was wandering around the earth, and I shivered happily. I got up and walked towards the children. They all slept heavily around the smoldering fire.
I nodded to him and walked home along the foggy river. I haven’t walked two miles around me in the vast wet grassland. Those green hills are in front from forest to forest, and the long dusty roads are dyed red and shiny in clumps. Shrubs are shyly exposed from the thinner and thinner morning fog. The Zhanzhen River is full of hot sunrise light. At first, it is bright red, then it is bright red and golden. Everything moves, wakes up, sings and makes noise. It is like talking everywhere. Glittering diamonds came on, and the clock was fresh and pure, as if it had been washed by the morning dew. Suddenly, a group of refreshed horses flew past me, and I was already familiar with those children.
Unfortunately, I have to add that Pavlusha died in this year. He didn’t drown, but fell off a horse. What a good boy.
Kasijan-sur-Mercha
It was first published in the third issue of Modern People magazine in 1851.
I hunt and sit in a wagon. It’s cloudy, stuffy and hot in summer. As we all know, it’s often more uncomfortable in such days than in sunny days. Especially when there is no wind, I feel very uncomfortable. I doze off, shake my body and put up with a long face. The wheels are creaking and creaking because of the rough road. Suddenly, my driver is very upset and panicked, which attracts my attention. Before that, he was more sleepy than me. He reined in the reins and got busy in the seat. Come and yell at the horse and look around from time to time. I looked around. Our carriage walked in a vast plowed area. Several hills around it were not high and plowed. The rather gentle wavy slope extended to Pingwu. The field was left in the distance by small birch trees. The round jagged treetops interrupted the horizon almost in a straight line. A series of paths stretched vertically and horizontally in the field and disappeared into the depression. One of them was winding and climbing the hill. We walked along the road 500 steps ahead. I saw a group of people in this path. My driver looked at it.
It was in front of the funeral, a carriage was driving slowly, a horse was driving, a priest was sitting in the car, a church deacon was sitting next to him, driving the carriage, and behind the carriage were four Han people carrying coffins with bare heads, and the coffins were covered with white cloth. Two women were walking behind the coffins, and one of them was shrill and sad and suddenly flew into my ear. I listened carefully, and she was crying while telling. It was monotonous and high and low, and it was extremely sad to cry in the open fields.
My coachman tried his best to catch up with the horse. He wanted to get ahead of the line. It was ominous to meet a dead man on the road. He really flew across the road before the dead man reached the road, but we had not gone a hundred steps. Our carriage suddenly shook violently and almost overturned. The coachman stopped running and the horse spat at the handle.
What’s going on? I asked
The coachman crawled silently from the car.
What’s the matter?
The axle was broken and rotten, he replied gloomily, and suddenly he adjusted a harness in a very angry way, so that the horse couldn’t stand it for a few times, and with a snort, his teeth tickled on his front legs and calves.
I crawled from the car and stayed on the road for a while. I felt a very unpleasant confusion. The right wheel was almost pressed to the bottom of the car, and it seemed that the hub was facing the top with a knapp air.
What should I do now? I finally asked
Blame that guy, my driver said, pointing a whip at the funeral procession, which has turned the road and gradually approached us. I always pay attention to this kind of thing, and he continued to say that it must be bad luck to meet a dead person.
He went to pull the horse and horse again. Seeing that he was in a bad mood, he made up his mind sternly and did not move. He occasionally modestly wagged his tail. I paced back and forth for a while and faced the wheel again.
By this time, the dead people had driven us to the funeral procession and slowly turned from the road to the grass, bypassing our carriage. My coachman took off his hat and bowed to the priest. The coffin-bearers looked at each other. They trudged along with their broad faces, bulging up and walking behind the coffin. Two women, an old woman, looked pale, and her face became very ugly without moving. Her face was solemn and solemn. She walked silently and occasionally raised her thin hand to wipe her thin sunken lips. It was a 25-year-old young woman whose eyes were red and her face was swollen with tears. When she came to us, she stopped crying while complaining and covered her face with her sleeves. But when the dead passed by us and entered the road again, her wail of sadness, heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching sounded again.
My coachman silently watched the rhythmic trembling coffin pass by and turned to me.
This is the funeral of carpenter muldoon. He said it was Liabowo.
How do you know it
When I saw these two women, I knew that the one who was always young was his wife.
What, did he get sick and die