My Sunday dinner was excellent in both quality and abundance, and my red wine was great, but some special restlessness prevented me from enjoying the meal to the extent that I would have enjoyed it in other circumstances. My restlessness was due to some sense of responsibility and recklessness. I realized I had to make sure my nephews spent this day aware of the requirements and responsibilities of the holy day, but I didn’t understand how to proceed. The boys were too small to hold Bible lessons for them and they were too lively to remain calm by any usual means. After much thought, I decided to consult with the children themselves to find out from them how their parents had behaved.
“Willy,” I said, “what do you do on Sundays when Dad and Mom are home? What are they reading and what are they talking to you about?”
“Oh, they’re rocking us a lot!” said Willy with brilliant eyes.
“And they leave our deck not to bring that wool,” Toddy pointed out.
“Yeah, yeah,” Willy exclaimed, “swamp-wool into lambs, don’t you know?”
“Hm, yes. I do remember something like that from my youth days! They grow well in muddy places.”
“Oh, and there’s a creek and ferns and a toast and if you’re not careful, you’ll fall into the creek when you’re looking for a tooth.”
“And we’re going to the cliffs of Hawk’s Bed,” Toddy shouted in a gleaming voice.
“And the east will carry us without a roll when we retreat.”
“And he makes us whistles,” Willy said.
“Willy,” I said hurriedly, “enough already!” The poet says:
“‘I give up the interests of the world’,
“and I wonder greatly that your father did not teach you to do the same. Does he never read to you?”
“Yes, yes,” Willy shouted, clapping his hands as if a happy thought had crept into his mind. “He brings up the Bible – the big, thick Bible, you know – and we all get to the floor for a long time, and he reads to us stories about David and Noah and the Savior when he was a little boy and Joseph and Pharaoh’s army turned back to the ruler.”
“And what?”
“Pharaoh’s army turned back to the ruler,” Willy repeated.
“Don’t you know how Moses kept his cane over the Red Sea and how the water rose up from both shores and the children of Israel crossed it? That’s exactly what Pharaoh’s multitude ruled in ancient times! Don’t you know that?”
“Willy,” I said. “I suspect you’ve heard the walking singers sing.”
“Dad and Mom sing us all kinds of songs. You can sing them to us.”
“And the East takes us by the stump of the honey and makes us sticks,”
Toddy said .
“And where new houses are being built, he will take us with him to the scaffolding.”
“Does he have any way to prolong the afternoon,” I asked.
“I don’t know what that means, but he puts the godfather on the grass and then we all go to it for long and imagine we’re sleeping soldiers. Only when we wake up, Dad stays asleep and Mom doesn’t let us wake him. I don’t think it’s funny. play.”
“I think the stories in the Bible are the most fun, aren’t you?”
Willy seemed a little skeptical. “I think it’s more fun to swing,” he said, “or not, let’s go find the lambs. Now I know, make us whistles, and then we can blow them when we go to get the lambs. Toddy honey, don’t you like lambs and whistles?”
“Yes – and a swing and a sweat and I want to go to the rock of Haukanpetä,” Toddy replied.
“Let’s read the Bible first,” I said. “God doesn’t like you not learning anything good today.”
“Good,” Willy said, piously taking a hypocritical look. “Let’s just read.
I think it’s fun to read about Joseph.”
“Gejjo us Goliath,” Toddy suggested.
“Not Toddy,” Willy argued against. “Joseph’s cloak was just as bloody as Goliath’s head.” Willy then turned to me and explained that “that’s why Toddy likes Goliath when his head was generally bloody when it was cut off.” And Toddy – that spirit creature that, according to his mother, all the beautiful irresistibly attracted to him – Toddy’s look stared at me like the butcher boy looks at a doomed sheep and remarked:
“The head of Goliath was absolutely veiled, and David’s sword was utterly veiled, quite veiled, as veiled as, like all.”
I quickly sent a small sigh to the height, opened the Bible, searched for a story about Joseph, and read in considerable acronym.
“Joseph was a good, little boy, whom his father lovingly loved. But the brothers did not like him. And they sold him to Egypt. And he was very wise and explained to the people what their dreams meant and so he became a famous man. And his brothers came And Joseph sold them, and Joseph sold them, and he revealed himself unto them: and he sent them home to fetch his father to Egypt, and they dwelt there together.
“You’re not like that,” Toddy said, a look on his face like a person suffering from injustice. “Is that so, Willy?”
“Ehei,” Willy said. “You haven’t read well at all. Let me tell you how it was. There was once a little boy named Joseph and he had eleven brothers – eleven terrible brothers. And his father gave him a new cloak and his brothers wore nothing but old ones. And one day he took their dinner food to them and they put him in a deep, dark pit, but they didn’t put his new beautiful cloak there – they killed the goat and dipped the cloak – think it was made of a new beautiful cloak – and dipped it in the blood of the deer , and it became quite bloody. ”
“Absolutely vejitekti,” Toddy interrupted with cruel eagerness. Willy continued:
if I had been Joseph, but he just frightened them, and then he told them who he was, and he kissed and he didn’t hit them, and he didn’t leave without breakfast, and he didn’t put them in a corner or anything like that, and then he sent them to pick up his father , and when he saw his father coming, he ran a loud ride, and hugged and kissed him. Joseph was too big to ask his father if he had breast sugar, but he was very happy to see him. And the king gave Joseph’s father a beautiful farm, and they rejoiced after all. he ran a hard ride and hugged and kissed him. Joseph was too big to ask his father if he had breast sugar, but he was very happy to see him. And the king gave Joseph’s father a beautiful farm, and they rejoiced after all. he ran a hard ride and hugged and kissed him. Joseph was too big to ask his father if he had breast sugar, but he was very happy to see him. And the king gave Joseph’s father a beautiful farm, and they rejoiced after all.
“And they covered the cloak of water,” Toddy repeated.
“Harry Uncle,” said Willy, “what do you think my father would do if he thought a lion would eat me in his mouth? I think he would cry terribly, don’t you? Tell us another story now – or I know – read to us – . ”
“Goliath,” Toddy interrupted.
“You tell me about him, Toddy,” I said.
“Well,” Toddy said. “Goliath was tall, tuuji think, and David was very small think, and Goliath said ‘Come here so I did the work’ and David said ‘I’m not afraid of me.’ Titte David Pitti took five small stones to the centrifuge and asked God for help, and let the centrifuge smash the stones into Goliath’s team and kill him completely, and David took Goliath’s sword and struck Goliath’s head and you came right out of the way, and Goliath ran off the road. ” This brief account was accompanied by a greater number of lively and surprising gestures than what the low-key eloquent Gough never wastes on a long speech.
“I don’t think it’s fun at all to hear about Goliath,” Willy said.
“I’d like to hear from Ferus.”
“From whom?”
“About Ferus, don’t you know who he is?”
“I’ve never heard of him, Willy.”
“Ohhoh,” Willy wondered, “didn’t you have a father when you were little?”
“Yes, but he never told anyone named Ferus, nor is his name in the Encyclopedia. What kind of man was he?”
“There was once a man whose name was Ferus-Offerus, and he fought for kings, but when a king began to fear something else, he no longer wanted to fight for him. And one day he could not find a single king who had not feared anyone. And the people said to him that God is the greatest king in the world, and he feared nothing and no one, and he asked them where he could find God, and they said that he was up in heaven, so that no angels could see him, but he wanted people not to fight for him but to workfor his benefit. So Ferus wanted to know what kind of work he should do, and people said there was a river nearby where there was no raft because it had such a hard current, and they thought God would like him to carry people across the river . So Ferus went there, and he made himself a good, strong rod, and when someone wanted to cross the river, he carried him on his back.
“One night he was sitting in his little living room by the fire burning a barrel and reading a newspaper, and outside it was raining water and hail and wind and storm, and he was glad no one wanted to cross the river. Then he heard someone shouting, ‘Ferus!’ And he looked out the window, but when he could not see anyone, he sat down again, and again someone shouted, ‘Ferus!’ and he opened the door, and there was a little bastard about the size of Toddy, and Ferus said, ‘Hey boy, does your mother know you’re out?’ And the little boy said, ‘I want to cross the river.’ ‘Good,’ said Ferus, ‘you are a whole little boy to walk alone, but jump on my back!’ So the little boy jumped on Ferus’ back and Ferus went into the water, yes it could be cold! And step by step the little boy became heavier, so that Ferus was about to fall, and if he had done so, both would have perished. And when they came to the other shore, Ferus said, ‘You are the heaviest little creature I have ever carried,’ and he turned around to look at him, and there was no little boy in it, but a great man — the Savior. And the Savior said, ‘Ferus, I heard that you were trying to work for me, and I thought I would come and see you without you knowing who I am. And now you get a new name; let you be called Christ-offerus, for it signifies the bearer of the Savior. ‘ And they all called him Christ-offering, and when he died, they called him St. Christopher, for good men are called Holy when they are dead. ” so that Ferus was about to fall, and if he had done so, both would have perished. And when they came to the other shore, Ferus said, ‘You are the heaviest little creature I have ever carried,’ and he turned around to look at him, and there was no little boy in it, but a great man — the Savior. And the Savior said, ‘Ferus, I heard that you were trying to work for me, and I thought I would come and see you without you knowing who I am. And now you get a new name; let you be called Christ-offerus, for it signifies the Savior. ‘ And they all called him Christ-offering, and when he died, they called him St. Christopher, for good men are called Holy when they are dead. ” so that Ferus was about to fall, and if he had done so, both would have perished. And when they came to the other shore, Ferus said, ‘You are the heaviest little creature I have ever carried,’ and he turned around to look at him, and there was no little boy in it, but a great man — the Savior. And the Savior said, ‘Ferus, I heard that you were trying to work for me, and I thought I would come and see you without you knowing who I am. And now you get a new name; let you be called Christ-offerus, for it signifies the bearer of the Savior. ‘ And they all called him Christ-offering, and when he died, they called him St. Christopher, for good men are called Holy when they are dead. ” both would have drowned. And when they came to the other shore, Ferus said, ‘You are the heaviest little creature I have ever carried,’ and he turned around to look at him, and there was no little boy in it, but a great man — the Savior. And the Savior said, ‘Ferus, I heard that you were trying to work for me, and I thought I would come and see you without you knowing who I am. And now you get a new name; let you be called Christ-offerus, for it signifies the bearer of the Savior. ‘ And they all called him Christ-offering, and when he died, they called him St. Christopher, for good men are called Holy when they are dead. ” both would have drowned. 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And now you get a new name; let you be called Christ-offerus, for it signifies the bearer of the Savior. ‘ And they all called him Christ-offering, and when he died, they called him St. Christopher, for good men are called Holy when they are dead. ” and I thought I would come and see you, without you knowing who I am. And now you get a new name; let you be called Christ-offerus, for it signifies the bearer of the Savior. ‘ And they all called him Christ-offering, and when he died, they called him St. Christopher, for good men are called Holy when they are dead. ”
Willy herself had a look on her face like a saint as she presented this story, but these thoughts of her appearance were interrupted by Toddy, who, considering his brother’s story too little exciting, had run into the garden, examined the wasp’s nest there, got a sting, and now screamed a full throat. He ran to me, I lifted him into my arms. He sobbed:
“Sleep on me. I want Kalle to get where he was.”
I waved him back and forth, caressing me tenderly, but still he just sobbed:
“I want Kalle to get where he was.”
“What does that child probably mean?” I asked in wonder.
“He wants you to sing a song about Kalle’s son,” Willy said. “She wants her mother to sing it to her whenever she’s hurt herself and then she stops crying.”
“I don’t know that,” I said. “Wouldn’t ‘Power, Jordan’ fit, Toddy?”
“I say how it is,” Willy said, and that young man sang the following song, verse at a time, I repeating the words and the melody:
“Ken knows where
my little basket got into
it,” Kalle asks, “someone lie taking
it away from the mold.
And what about the little cat wall?
It’s also gone.
Well wonder, at the same time they
have been able to hide!
I go to my mother, I
guess
it will go there on the couch lie taken
a little dream again.
Visit mom, mom, let’s
see a whimsical show:
lo and behold, a cat’s sleep matches a
basket in the sweet! ”
I couldn’t comprehend where the impact of this song on my nephew’s ailments lay, but when I stopped it, the sobbing turned into a sigh of satisfaction.
“Toddy,” I said, “Do you like Uncle?”
“I like.”
“So be it, how can that lustful song comfort you?”
“It just feels so good and doesn’t hurt,” Toddy replied.
“Wouldn’t it feel as good if I sang ‘Gloomy despair plunged into the abyss?'”
“No, I don’t like stubborn despair and as stubborn despair did me something bad, I found ten right away.”
This ingenious remark ended our discussion on this matter, but I thought for a few moments of concern as to whether the intermittent mental disorders of Helena and my grandfather might reappear in this of his youngest offspring. My thoughts were interrupted by Willy, who boldly pointed out:
“Now I guess we get the whistles, Harry uncle, or how.” I took a note and took them into the woods. For years, I hadn’t been looking for nut trees, really not since the war, when I learned how to get hot fire from even small nut sticks. I hadn’t looked for wood for whistles – a quarter of a century. The various images brought to my mind by these memories threatened to bring me into a state of mind that could have erupted into some failed poetic language, but my nephews prevented it by harassing me with their lively questions, questions that only children can do. The whistles were completed, and I was taken at the pace of the march to the place where the “lambs” grew. It was just the kind of place that the boys feel charmed – Alava, humid, swampy, with its streams, who deceitfully creeps between the grass and the bushy ferns. The children already knew from afar the plant where “lambs” grew, and each new discovery was followed by a penetrating cry of joy. At first I glanced quickly toward the creek as such a gleaming cry split the air, but as I gradually got used to it, my attention caught on to some wonderfully wonderful ferns. Suddenly, however, several consecutive cries indicated that something was insane, and over the big foothold such a small, anxious face. Willy hurried to his brother’s aid, but he too had soon sunk as deep as Toddy into the black mud at the bottom of the creek. Riens distressed, settled over the creek of the scattered leg and held out his hand to both boys. Then I let the deceitful rot down and I too fell into a splash. This incident turned Toddy’s grief into laughter, but I cannot say that my accident in this case would have amused me. Falling into clean water is not pleasant, not even when in a fish, but in white pants suddenly sinking down to the knee to the hem of the earth mother, it is a different matter. I quickly pulled the kids up and put them on the beach, then I stumbled myself up in my anger and tried to chirp, as I’ve seen a Newfoundland dog do. The shivering wasn’t good either – for as a trouser leg they started to hit my ankles terribly, sending down streams of inhaling sludge down my shoes. My light gray felt hat had fallen to the edge of the creek and become quite stained when I climbed out of the water. I looked at my younger nephew with wordless anger. Falling into clean water is not pleasant, not even when in a fish, but in white pants suddenly sinking down to the knee to the hem of the earth mother, it is a different matter. I quickly pulled the kids up and put them on the beach, then I stumbled myself up in my anger and tried to chirp, as I’ve seen a Newfoundland dog do. The shivering wasn’t good either – for as a trouser leg they started to hit my ankles terribly, sending down streams of inhaling sludge down my shoes. My light gray felt hat had fallen to the edge of the creek and become quite stained when I climbed out of the water. I looked at my younger nephew with wordless anger. Falling into clean water is not pleasant, not even when in a fish, but in white pants suddenly sinking down to the knee to the hem of the earth mother, it is a different matter. I quickly pulled the kids up and put them on the beach, then I stumbled myself up in my anger and tried to chirp, as I’ve seen a Newfoundland dog do. The shivering wasn’t good either – for as a trouser leg they started to hit my ankles terribly, sending down streams of inhaling sludge down my shoes. My light gray felt hat had fallen to the edge of the creek and become quite stained when I climbed out of the water. I looked at my younger nephew with wordless anger. then I stumbled myself up in my anger and tried to rattle, as I have seen a Newfoundland dog do. The shivering wasn’t good either – for as a trouser leg they started to hit my ankles terribly, sending down streams of inhaling sludge down my shoes. My light gray felt hat had fallen to the edge of the creek and become quite stained when I climbed out of the water. I looked at my younger nephew with wordless anger. then I stumbled myself up in my anger and tried to rattle, as I have seen a Newfoundland dog do. The shivering wasn’t good either – for as a trouser leg they started to hit my ankles terribly, sending down streams of inhaling sludge down my shoes. My light gray felt hat had fallen to the edge of the creek and become quite stained when I climbed out of the water. I looked at my younger nephew with wordless anger.
“Harry’s uncle,” Willy said, “God was good when he let you be with us, otherwise Toddy would be drowned.”
“Yes,” I said, “and I really wouldn’t -”
“Hajji uncle,” Toddy shouted, running quickly to me, and, bending me toward himself, patted my cheek with his muddy, black hand. “I like tinning when you pulled me into the water.”
“I’ll forgive you,” I said, “but let’s hurry home.” We only had to ignore one single house and it was, thank God, covered in such a dense bush that the inhabitants could not see the road. Although we walked the generally popular driveway, we could get home in five minutes, or slip into the woods if we heard the carriages approaching. Butter! The chariots were already there, and we, we formed such a sad-looking group! There were women sitting in the wagons, and on top of that at the end — but it was, of course it was — had the devil, who always led those children, sent his servants to pick up Miss Mayton before it took action. In it he now sat helplessly, cold, fine, pretty, trying to maintain his temper, though as he did so he blushed. It did not help, that I set my gaze on the ground; he had already known me. I turned to face my face with an equally defiant, if not more defiant look than when I went to attack in war.
“You seem to have had a fun afternoon together,” he said as usual, smiling as the wagons ignored us. “Remember everyone to come to me tomorrow.”
God bless that girl! Her heart acted as fast as her eyes — any other young woman on such an occasion would have needed all her energy to laugh, but above all, she tried to ease my position. Such a royal noble woman deserves – here suddenly I noticed my face flying hot under the mud that Toddy had caught on them and I led our return trip from my posture more handsome than my appearance really required and then I left my nephew a servant with the same greater dignity with which the officer surrenders the great vang. I quickly changed the ruffled clothes to my best suit – not because I had hoped to meet anyone, but because suddenly I felt my self-esteem skyrocket. When the children were lying down,
