Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 5, 2025
It was the people's Rising, and they had to live as in the olden days: there were no towns then, and there was no need for them. They turned back. To Poriechie for tar.... Silvester made them a hand-plough.... Grandfather Yonov the One Eyed stalked round the fields exhorting to sow: "We have to live by ourselves! Now we ourselves are the Masters! Ourselves alone! It is the Rising!"
Throwing back his shoulders, Kononov-Ivan stood by the window then stooped, looked askance at the sunset, at the fields, at the musical instrument. He reflected a moment, then muttered absently: "Aint wanted.... Go to Poriechie...." and the shutter dropped. A sombre sky in autumnal lights and the crossways.... Two wheel- tracks, ripple-grass, a foot-path.
He told them there was nothing at the station, that the townsfolk themselves were running like mice; and he urged them to go to Poriechie, to give Silvester the blacksmith some tar for his ploughshares, and, if he had none, to make them some of his own hand- ploughshares; then to go and sow flax. The towns were dying out. The towns were no more!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking