Children on the road

I heard the car pass in front of the garden fence. Sometimes I peeped through the slight swaying of the leaves to see how the wheels and shafts of the carriage rattled on this hot summer day. The farmers came back from the fields, and they laughed loudly. This is immoral.

It was my parents' garden, and I was resting in the middle of the trees, sitting on the swing.

The movement outside the fence ceased, the chasing children passed, the wagons carried men and women, who sat on the straw, and hid the flowerbeds. Towards evening I saw a gentleman walking slowly with his cane, and two girls, arm in arm, walking towards him, greeting him and turning towards the grass.

Then I saw the birds fly like jets, and my eyes followed them, watching how they rose in the blink of an eye, and my eyes followed them until I no longer felt that they were flying, but that I was falling. Out of preference, I gripped the rope of the swing tightly and began swinging slightly. Soon I began to shake a little more violently, and the evening wind was cool, and now the sky was no longer a flying bird, but a twinkling star.

I was eating dinner by candlelight, and I used to rest my arms on the board and chew my bread and butter, when I was tired. The wind swelled the badly torn curtains, and people outside passed by the window, sometimes clutching the curtains and looking at me carefully and wanting to say a few words to me. Usually the candle goes out very quickly, and in the darkness of the candle smoke, the assembled flies are about to take a turn, and a man outside the window asks me something, so I look at him as if I were looking at a mountain or at a pure breeze, and there is not much to answer him.

One jumped up on the parapet of the window to announce it, while others seemed to be at the front of the room. Naturally, I stood up and sighed. The man said, "No, why do you sigh like that? What the hell is going on? Is there anything special? Did you have any bad luck? Don't we take a break from this? Is it all over?"

Nothing finished, we ran to the front of the house.

'--' You're always late. '

"It's always me" -- "You, you stay at home when you don't want to be with us." '--' Wicked. ' - "what? Wicked! What did you say?"

And so we worked that night, head on head, regardless of day or night. Soon the buttons of our vests rubbed against each other like teeth; Next moment we were chasing each other, always at about the same distance; We were hot, like tropical animals. We're like a breastplate of ancient war knights stamped, head high head, down a lane, we have to push to the road with the attack position, individuals into the ditch of the street, but they have not disappeared in the darkness of the slope before, but like a stranger standing in the above field trails, commanding looked at us.

'Get down here! '--' After you! '--' You dragged us down, remember, we're not stupid. '

'--' Tell me, you're timid! Just come on! Come on!"

'--' Really? Are you? That's you guys, pulling us down? Haven't you seen the way you look?"

We began to attack, we were chest hit, were thrown into the ditch grass, we fell, is voluntary, the grass everywhere warm, warm grass we do not know, only feel tired.

I rolled to the left, using my hand as a pillow. I really wanted to sleep! Though I tried to lift myself up with my protruding jaw, I rolled deeper into the ditch. Then I threw myself forward with my arms in front of me, my legs slant, and fell into a deep ditch, certainly deeper than the previous one, but I didn't want to stop the game at all. I wanted to relax enough in the last ditch to lie down and have a good sleep. Especially my knee, I almost forgot about it. I lay down, I lay down laughing, I have a bad back. I blinked when I saw the inky soles of a boy's shoes as he jumped from the slope over my ditch to the road with his elbows to his hips.

The moon was quite high, and a mail cart was passing by in the moonlight, and the breeze was blowing gently here and there, and I felt it in the moat. A rustle had begun in the woods nearby, and it was not so lonely to lie alone.

"Where are you? '--' Come here! ' '--' All together!

'--' What are you hiding from, don't be ridiculous! '

'--' Did you know the mail coach had gone by? '

- "no! Is it over?"

'--' Of course, the mail will have passed by while you were asleep. '

'--' Did I sleep? I haven't slept!"

'--' Don't say anything, someone saw you. '

'--' I beg you. '

'--' Come here. '

We ran very close together, some of us shaking hands with each other, not holding our heads high enough, for we were all walking down, some of us Shouting the battle cry of the Indians, and we ran faster than ever. The wind gave us a helping hand at the gallop, and I'm afraid nothing could hold us back. When passing others, we can cross our arms and quietly look around. We stopped at Wild Brook Bridge, and the runners turned back. The water under the bridge shook the stones and the roots of the plants, as if it were not too late, and none of us jumped over the railing. Out of the distance, behind some bushes, came a train. All the cars were bright, and the Windows must have been open. One of us started singing the miners' song and we all joined in. We sang much faster than the train was moving. We shook our arms. We didn't sing hard enough, but we sang with urgency, and we were happy about it. If one man puts his own voice into the voice of the others and leads them, he is like a fish in the mouth and everyone sings along. We sing of the forest near, of the wanderer far away, the sound is in our ears. The adults were still moving, and the mothers were making their beds for the night.