judge (Michalak)

First paragraph

After many transfers, when finally the man who had sheltered Khiroda in his youth abandoned him like a worn-out garment, Annamushti felt very sorry for trying to find a second shelter.

At the end of youth comes a deep calm, intense, beautiful age, like the white autumn, when the fruits of life are borne and the grain ripens. Then the springtime of the boisterous youth no longer adorns. By that time, our house in the middle of the world has become a kind of association; Many good and bad, many joys and sorrows, have been digested in life and have turned the man of the heart; We have withdrawn all the wild desires from the fantasy world of Kuhkini Durasha, past our mastery, and established them within the walls of our small power; Then the fascination of the new love can no longer be attracted, but the person becomes more dear to the old one. Then the beauty of youth gradually fades away, but the rootless inner nature becomes more vividly imprinted on the face and eyes by long intercourse, the smile, the look, the voice, are inspired by the inner man. Abandoning hope for what I have not got, ending mourning for those who have left, forgiving those who have deprived--those who have come near, loved, and drawn to the bosom the few creatures who remain near in the midst of all the storms and separations of the world. By creating a safe nest in the circle of well-tested and well-known acquaintances, one can end all efforts and satisfy all desires. In that sweet evening of youth, even in that peaceful period of life, in which one has to rush into new efforts with the vain assurance of new savings, new identity, new ties--whose bed has not been made for his rest, whose evening lamp has not been lit for his homecoming, there is no one else in the world as miserable as him.

At the edge of his youth, Kshiroda woke up in the morning to find that his lover had stolen all his ornaments and money the night before and fled, with no savings to pay rent--no money to feed his three-year-old son--when he thought, in the thirty-eight years of his life, he Not a single person can be yours, not even a corner of a house has the right to live and die; When it came to his mind, today he will have to wipe his tears and wear an anjan on his two eyes, he will have to portray a strange anger on his forehead and forehead, he will have to cover his worn youth with strange tricks and spread a new illusion to win a new heart with infinite patience with a smiling face; Then he barred the door of the house, threw himself on the ground, and repeatedly began to scratch his head on the hard floor--all the days he lay down like a wretch of hunger. The evening came. Darkness began to thicken in the corner of the lampless house. By chance an old lover came and started knocking on the door with the words 'khiro khiro'. Kshiroda suddenly opened the door and came running out, roaring like a tigress; The thirsty young man immediately took the escape route.

The boy was sleeping under the bed crying and crying because of hunger, he woke up from the noise and started crying 'ma ma' in a broken voice from the darkness.

Then Kshiroda clutched the burning child to her bosom and jumped into a nearby well.

Hearing the sound, the neighbors came to the well with lights in their hands. There was no delay in picking up Kshiroda and the child. Kshiroda is then unconscious and the child is dead.

Kshiroda went to the hospital and recovered. The magistrate sent him to trial for murder.