United States or Lebanon ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
They reek of decay and death. Only a few of them still move, rise, and feebly fly to settle on the enemy's hand, lacking the spirit to die stinging him; the rest are dead and fall as lightly as fish scales. The beekeeper closes the hive, chalks a mark on it, and when he has time tears out its contents and burns it clean.
Did you want to take a look at the queen? Elizabeth hesitated. She blushed with pure shame. She had had but one motive in opening the hive, and that had been to annoy him. She scorned to take advantage of the loophole he had provided. Beekeeping is a freemasonry. A beekeeper cannot deceive a brother-mason. She faced him bravely. 'I didn't want to take a look at anything, Mr Chalmers.
The monk from Obdorsk, having been directed to the apiary by the beekeeper, who was also a very silent and surly monk, went to the corner where Father Ferapont’s cell stood. “Maybe he will speak as you are a stranger and maybe you’ll get nothing out of him,” the beekeeper had warned him. The monk, as he related afterwards, approached in the utmost apprehension. It was rather late in the evening.
She had not prospered greatly. With considerable trouble she contrived to pay her way, and that was all. Again referring to the 'Encyclopaedia, we find the words: 'Before undertaking the management of a modern apiary, the beekeeper should possess a certain amount of aptitude for the pursuit. This was possibly the trouble with Elizabeth's venture, considered from a commercial point of view.
Father Ferapont had been appointed to look after them and keep the lamps burning. The beekeeper, who lived close by the apiary, used to bring him the bread every three days, and even to this man who waited upon him, Father Ferapont rarely uttered a word.
But if one goes ahead quietly and, just as the experienced beekeeper, lays hold with a firm hand, if one is not afraid and shows that one intends no wrong, the excitement and asperities subside wondrously quickly and the petty world tolerates what it contended it could never endure. But not knowing this, I had feared a wretched life for Elsje and had made greater plans.
The beekeeper opens the lower part of the hive and peers in. Instead of black, glossy bees tamed by toil, clinging to one another's legs and drawing out the wax, with a ceaseless hum of labor that used to hang in long clusters down to the floor of the hive, drowsy shriveled bees crawl about separately in various directions on the floor and walls of the hive.
Word Of The Day