Mr. Stobier casually asked an heir about this. Unfortunately, the man didn’t know French, but he snorted softly with approval. But another heir, a young man with a yellow forehead, quickly said it was grammar. Of course.
Perhaps Mr. Stobier said that you would walk with your legs in the air and your hands in the air.
Nie Daopiao Sikin looked around in distress, smiling with malicious intent and tears in his eyes.
Or maybe you can crow.
Immediately caused a burst of laughter and immediately waited for the text.
Or maybe you’ll be in the nose
That’s enough. Suddenly a sharp and loud voice interrupted Stobier’s words. Why are you ashamed to bully a poor man?
Everyone turned around and looked at the door. It was Chertophanov, a deceased monopoly businessman, and his distant nephew also attended the relatives’ meeting. As usual, he had been quite far away from others during the reading of his will.
That’s enough, he said again proudly.
Mr. Stobier quickly turned to see a poorly dressed person, so it’s always good to ask someone next to him to be careful.
Who is this person?
Chertophanov is not a great man, the man replied in his ear
What don’t don’t pose.
Who are you to give orders here? he said in a nasal voice and narrowed his eyes. He asked what a great person you are.
Chertophanov exploded like gunpowder touching Mars. He was so angry that he could hardly breathe.
He screamed as if he were stuck, but suddenly he shouted like thunder. Who am I? I’m Panteleicher Tophanov. I’m a hereditary aristocrat. My ancestors were imperial. Who are you?
Shtobel blanched and retreated two steps. He didn’t expect such a counterattack.
I’m me. I am.
Chertophanov rushed forward to Shtobel, and hurriedly stepped back in horror. The guests swarmed toward the angry landlord together.
Duel Duel The horse was mad at the gun through a handkerchief. Panteley shouted, either you make amends to me or to him.
Make up for it. Make up for it. Panic-stricken inheritors mumbled around Stobier that he was a desperate man who used to move his knife at will.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t know.
Also refused to give up to him Pan Jielai big drink a way
I’m sure Tobel told Nie Daopiaoskine again that Nie Daopiaoskine was shivering like a fever.
Chertophanov’s anger subsided. He went to Nie Daopiao Sikin and took his hand. He looked around like a man, ignoring others’ eyes. In silence, he walked majestically from the room with the new owner of the village of Selinyev.
From this day on, the two of them were never separated from each other. The village of Bieselinyev was far away from the village of bessonov. The grateful mood immediately turned to servility and admiration, weakness and meekness, but endless innocence. Ji Hong’s admiration for Pan Jielai, who was afraid of public and private affairs, was really not easy. He thought that he was talking to the governor and looked him straight in the eye.
He was amazed at him, surprised beyond belief, and realized that he was an extraordinary man who was intelligent and knowledgeable, but he was also an educated Chertophanov. No matter how bad he was, he was much more educated than Nie Daopiaoskine. Indeed, Chertophanov read very little Russian and was very poor in French. Once, a Swiss tutor asked him if you knew French. His answer was not right, but he always remembered that Voltaire, a resourceful wit in the world, remembered that the French and the British had played. Many battles still remember that Frederick I, king of Prussia, was also a man with great military achievements. At home in Russia, he worshipped Jerchavin and Malinschi, and named the best dog A marat Baker Malinschi, representing the hero in A marat Baker.
A few days after I first met these two friends, I went to visit Panteley Yelemetch in bessonov Village. I saw his small house from a distance. This house stands in a bare place half a mile away from the village, which means being alone and independent like a cultivated land. There are four dilapidated houses of different sizes, namely, the wing stables, board sheds and bathhouses. Each house is independent, with no walls or gates. My driver hesitates to park his car in one mouth, and well field is half rotten. There are several wells beside the board sheds. A thin fluffy hound is tearing at a dead horse, which is probably that a dog in Olbasan carried a bloody face, barked a few times in a hurry, and then chewed up the exposed rib horse. Next to him was a 16-year-old boy with a swollen yellow face and bare feet, dressed in children’s clothing. He repeatedly looked at the most greedy dog when he took care of the dog.
Is the master at home? I asked.
Who knows if he is here? The page replied that you are knock knock.
I jumped into the carriage and walked to the front of the wing steps.
Mr. Chertophanov’s house is rather bleak. The wood is black and the protruding chimney is broken. The corner is moldy and the gray-blue window is tilted. The eaves are drooping and the eyes of some old prostitutes are so weak. I knocked on the door and no one answered, but I heard the harsh sound inside.
One, two, three, read quickly, stupid thing. A hoarse voice said, one, two, three, four, no, one, two, three, four, read quickly, stupid thing.
I knocked on the door again
Just now, that voice shouted.
Which one is coming in
I walked into the small front room and saw Chertophanov through the open door. He was wearing an oily Bukhara robe, baggy bloomers and a red cap, sitting in a chair, holding a lion’s head in one hand and a piece of bread in the other.
Oh, he said solemnly, and he didn’t move. Let’s welcome him. This isn’t me training Wenzor. He said in a high voice that Ji Hong Ivanchi is coming here soon, and the guests are coming.
Come on, come on. Ji Hong Ivanchi replied in the next room that Martha brought the tie.
Chertophanov turned to Wenzor again and put the bread in its nose. I looked around. In this room, there was no furniture except a movable table with 13 uneven legs and a chair with a sunken straw mattress. The wall with star-shaped blue spots was painted many years ago. Lime has peeled off in many places. There is a broken and blurred mirror with a mahogany frame in two windows. In the corner, there is a long cigarette rod shotgun hanging against the wall. There are thick and black spider silk hanging from the ceiling.
One, two, three, four, five Chertophanov read slowly and suddenly cried out angrily. What a stupid beast!
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However, the unlucky lion and dog are trembling all over, but they just don’t talk. It still sits awkwardly with its tail curled, its head cocked and its eyes blinked in frustration, as if to say in its heart, whatever you want.
Eat, I’ll catch you. Don’t shut up, the landlord said repeatedly