"Furrow" by Elin Pelin traslated by Ann Wood"ON THE BEAM"
It's raining all Sunday! Quiet, gentle, day and night. It is raining, it is raining, it is raining - the mother earth drank well, a quiet breeze blew, it cleared the sky and baked the warm autumn sun. The fields were dried up. Time is fine - just for plowing.
Bonnet The Extraordinary Harnessed Sivushka and Belcho and followed the plow. Its levels are in a nice wide deposit. ' On all sides forest and h ... avet. The earth sputtered and crumbled like sugar. He waved his copar and shouted:
- Come on, brothers!
The echo sounded live in the woods.
Old Belcho tossed his tail and walked quietly. The gingerbread man - a weak cow twice as young as Belcho - makes an effort and walks in parallel with him.
And here are the grooves, two, three - beds ... Bone's sad face brightened a little. He forgot the silence and whistled with his mouth.
- Don't be so quick, Belcho, that Sivushka can't like you ... Come on, Sivushke, come on, baby, come on, sweetie ... Tired, what can I do for you? And I'm tired ... Well, up there! Next up!
“Belcho, a baked old ox, clutches his nostrils and steps like a big man. The Little Grizzly is straining with all its might. Her mouth opened and her spine bent over to the coachman, her thin and tail twitching.
Belcho stepped in once, twice. Clap your tongue - go!
There is no one around. The bare feet of autumn are rustling slightly in the woods, and the dry burrows of grass are slightly crackling.
- Come on, Sivushke, come on, sweetie! Says Bonnie, watching with dread as his cow grows weary and loses power.
- Stop! ... Come on, take a break!
The weary cattle stopped. Bone walked in front of them and stroked their foreheads.
- Belcho, you do not understand humanity, tired very little Sivushka! Don't you, Sivushke? He said to them.
And Sivushka and Belcho looked at him calmly and dispassionately with their sad eyes and breathed heavily. Foam dripped from Sivushka's mouth. She looked at her white pal, looked at her landlord, and bent her head pityingly.
- What, dear? Say it! Is it difficult for you? Grizzly little girl? Your heart is crying, dear. And to work today, tomorrow is a holiday, you will rest all day. What are you looking at me for, Belcho? You're a hero, 'Bonet told them. But Sivushka didn't straighten his head. Her master's words seemed not comforting to her sick heart. The hollows and hips pounded loud and fast. Her legs shook.
"Tell me, Sivushke-weasel, what happened to you?" Said the frightened Bonnie, and began to caress her as a child. Then he grabbed the plow and shouted.
- Where ... come on ... get a grip.
Belcho stepped forward. Sivushka made an effort to accompany him, but he couldn't, and he stopped.
- Where! C'mon, c'mon! Shouted Bone in a loud, encouraging voice.
The echo from the forest called him live.
Belcho started again. Sivushka made another effort, but with her legs shaking, she collapsed, fell into a yoke, and succumbed.
Bonet tossed his fright into fear, yelled Belcho quickly, and was embarrassed by Sivushka. She lay still, her neck stretched out, her muzzle buried in the trench finger, her eyes closed and she breathed heavily.
- Stand up, Sivushke, stand up! - release her from Bonnie's yoke and start raising her by the horns.
Sivushka barely opened her eyes, looked at her master with a plea, as if to tell him. let me die peacefully, and again blink.
Bonet was hovering around her and didn't know what to do. No plowed fields were baked in the sun. He was looking out of the sky alone and slowly bouncing from noon and branching behind the barriers. There was no one nearby.
The forest was deaf.
- Come on, Sivushke! Get up! Look, Belcho is laughing at you. Get up! Don't be joking, dear ... look at her how much the ground is torn - just for plowing!
Bonnet grabbed the cow by the horns and slowly lifted it. She thrust her feet into the ground and made one last effort to get up, but I hardly moved. And again he lowered his head painfully to the pit of the earth and breathed heavily.
Bonnie sat down on her, took her head on her knees, and stroked it and kissed her forehead.
- Don't do it, honey! I'm sorry! Listen! Only that level remained. Plowing, finishing it, then resting ... I won't harness you to life. Your little Galica will grow and help Belcho. You will be lying in the barn all day long and will survive. The kids will bring you the white copper guide, they'll scratch you every morning, I'll give you the helm ... You're going to be fine, you're going to get well and you're going to be stingy, aren't you, sweetie? Then Galitsa and Belcho will plow, and you will feed on the syllable, watch them and shout to them: work, work - and you will enjoy them. And in the evening, when she released Galica, she will lick you and call you: good evening, old mother! Get up, sweetie! Get up! Come on!
But Sivushka did not shake, nor open his eyes to look at him. She shivered like a feverish one. Bone got up, broke a loaf of bread, salted it and brought it to her mouth and:
- Oh, sweetie, eat!
Sivushka opened her eyes, looked at her master graciously and blinked again.
Bonnie sighed in despair. He looked at the fields that were crumbling, looked at the forest that was silent, looked at Belcho, who was gently feeding on the syllable, looked at the sun, which was in a hurry, and saw that he was alone in that log that there was no help from anywhere.
He turned to the sick Sivushka again.
- Get up, honey! Become the bear is in the forest, it will come to eat you! He began to frighten her.
Then he picked up a rusty rug from the car, raced with it, went into the woods and began roaring like a bear and climbing four feet to the poor cow.
“Wow!… Wow!” He approached.
She opened her eyes. Deep in her tormented, miserable look, a fierce horror burned. The animal raised its head and rumbled desperately, but still could not.
Bonet tossed the rug, stood desperate for it, crossed himself, and wept.
The grizzly blossomed once more, opened his eyes terribly and stopped breathing.
Short story by antoniya katelieva-wood
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Written on 2019-09-06 at 13:20
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