He bent over and climbed over the reins of the harness and grabbed the yoke with both hands.
But I said, what are we going to do?
First, my coachman put his knee against the shoulder of the iron horse, shook the yoke and adjusted the two iron saddles. Then, he crawled from pulling the reins of the iron horse and gave the horse a comfortable push. Then he walked to the side of the wheel and watched the wheel while slowly pulling out the snuff box from his pocket, slowly pulling the belt and uncovering the lid, slowly putting two rough fingers into the box, and even two fingers barely reached in and rubbed the tobacco. First, they twisted their noses and smelled them one by one. Every time they smelled it, they snorted long and blinked painfully.
Hey, how’s it going? I finally said
My coachman carefully put the snuff box into his pocket, but his head moved and his hat buckled to his eyebrows, so he climbed up the seat thoughtfully.
Where are you going? I asked in amazement.
You can drive, he replied calmly and took the reins.
How can we leave this car?
You can rest assured that you can go.
But the axle
Nicheba
But the axle is broken
The axle is broken, but we can make do with walking to a new village, that is to say, walk slowly through a forest over there, and walk to the right. A new village is called Eugene Village.
Do you think our car can walk?
My coachman will never give me an answer again.
I’d better walk, I said
do as one pleases
So he waved his whip and walked around.
We managed to get to the new village. Although the right wheel almost fell off and turned strangely, it almost flew off on a hill, but my driver drank bitterly and our car got off the hill safely.
There are six short and small huts in Eugene Village, which have been skewed, although they may have been built only a short time ago. When we entered the village, we didn’t meet anyone, not even a chicken or a dog in the street. A short-tailed black dog jumped from a cracked laundry trough in front of us without even barking, and immediately ran in from the bottom of the gate in a panic. The dog was probably very thirsty and ran into the laundry trough.
I walked into the first thatched cottage, pushed the door and called the master. No one promised me, but I called again. Then I heard a hungry cat in another door and told me to kick the door. The thin cat flashed in the dark, and its green eyes slipped past me. I put my head into the room and saw that the smoke was filled with darkness. There was no one in the yard. Cleisthenes called a calf in the column and limped a few steps to the side. I went into another room and there was no one. So I came to the yard.
In the sunny courtyard, in the so-called sun field, there was a man with his face covered with lichen. I was a boy at the bottom of the shed a few steps away, next to a crappy wagon, with a thin horse and harness in tatters. The rays of sunlight came in from the narrow hole of the broken shed and added many small bright spots to the fluffy bordeaux mane. There, in the high starlings’ nest, the starlings chirped and looked at me from their middle house with carefree curiosity.
He looked up and jumped up as soon as he saw me. What do you want? What happened? He seemed to be awake.
I didn’t answer him at once. I was surprised by his appearance. He turned out to be a fifty-year-old short man with a small black face with wrinkles and a pair of brown eyes at the tip of his nose. He was so small that he could hardly see his head. His thick black curly hair spread out like a mushroom hat on his little head. He was extremely weak and thin, and his eyes were special and strange. It was an absolute expression.
What do you want? He asked me again.
I told him what was going on, and he listened to his slowly blinking eyes and never left me.
That is to say, can you get us a new axle? Finally, I said I was willing to pay.
But who are you? Are you hunting? He asked after looking at me from head to toe.
It is hunting
You must be fighting wild animals in the forest of birds of heaven. Isn’t it a sin for you to fight the blood of emperor birds?
It’s strange that the little old man speaks in a long tone, and I’m surprised at his voice. Not only can he not hear any aging in his voice, but it’s especially sweet and young, almost as gentle as a woman.
I don’t have an axle. After a short silence, he said that this axle is not suitable. He pointed to his small wagon. Your car must be big.
Can you find it in the village?
What kind of village is this? There is no axle here, and no one is working at home. Go, he suddenly said and lay down on the ground again.
I never expected this knot.
Listen to me, old man. I patted him on the shoulder and said, please do me a favor
You should go. I’m tired. I went to the city. He told me and pulled my clothes to my head.
Please, I said I’ll pay.
I don’t want your money.