August Strindberg
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There was a time of battle On the black road of Ramu, the waist was tied with the rope attached to the other ends of the palms of the Thaliya, and the rocks were rising on the black road. Her infant body was also sweaty in coldness. She was just going back to the tent after reaching a babu's luggage. The stuff was too much. It was difficult to draw alone for him, even then, even when he did not say, even if he did not accept it, he had to get it. All the way was lazy, because of the humor-tyrannical pulling of his neck and the chatter of the chapatti was thick-it was rising red, the eyes were boiled and he had got instead of paying ten for the money!
Wiped the sweat of the forehead with the forefinger finger, and then when he put his hand on the ball, after losing his hand, he remembered him again as hard as he did.
Only then he raised his voice, listening to the sounds of the pontoons, and in the intensity of light, his eyes were shocked. Turning one side that a car got out of his stomach leaving his smelly smoke. His liver was stunned. She looked back and looked back, looked at the red light behind the car, shaking with a smoke screen, as if she had an eye on death, who was staring at her anger. 'Oh God!' Usually he got out of his mouth, 'would have come down to him, then?' And crushed in front of his eyes dancing the picture of that dog, whose belly was torn, the gates came out, and whom the scavenger had dragged to Mori. So does he get the same thing? The person, who lives in poverty, who is being criticized by the rate hurdles, and the person who is being scorned by the scandal and sarcasm, also thought of the corpse of his dead body, 'Oh! The death here will be more than the junkie! He said his mind only and when he came to think of this, he remembered his small village. The life and death maps of her were pulled in her eyes. Whatever life may be there, but after death, it is considered to be an excuse to reach the dead body of the worst man. Oh, why did he come to the city leaving the village? But in the village ...
"Oh belching!" A fighter-coachman whispered in the air whispered, "Do not move from left?" Is it going to die on the middle of the road? Left running, left! "And his whip, who waved in the air, came out of the ramuya ears just by drawing a line of sunlight.
Ramu, immersed in the thoughts, came to the senses. He quickly turned the thalia towards the left
But Ramu's thoughts came to the path of his village. There was no accustomed to such a life. Planters, sows, produces and eats. Then he remembered all those things, due to which he had to leave his village and come to the city. Due to the fight, the price of the idol is eighteen-ten times. There was a famine in the fields like in the fields. The landlord forced his farm to forcefully He cried, he cried! But why did the landlord hear something? Tomorrow's farmer is forced to become a laborer today. With the neighboring Dhenuka, she left the town and left her wife and child in the village. Here Dhenukka gave it to her Seth and heard it. He takes the goods of the Babu people throughout the day. Thalia has to pay the rent for twelve every day. Even after paying lakhs of money, it does not cost more than one and a half rupees after paying rent. Even after spending much more than that, he eats it every day after ten or twelve. It does not have any more money. I do not know how the poor coriander is able to meet their expenses in this expensive era.
And coriander, her happiness and suffering! Ramu's eyes were filled as soon as he remembered. There was a hook-up in the liver. His move slowed down. He remembered that time of separation, how did coriander weep with her, how she had repeatedly filled with love and passion for love, to keep her body warm, to eat some kind of food Do not decrease And the eyes of Ramu, by itself, went through the ropes passing through the chests, whose muscles were dissolved, and the leather was hanging like a loose, as if there was no relation to its flesh and bones. Got it Oh, when this condition of the body will see the coriander, then what will happen to her! But what will she do? It is so hard to eat straw-dry. Taking a hint of humor and humor all day long dissolves like meat and dries like blood. And in the evening, which gets dry, it does not even fill the stomach with it. Then how come the strength returned? When coriander will ask her, how did the body of gold get in clay, then what will she give her? How to explain it? As soon as his letter arrives, he always cautions that keeping the body of your body is important. How can he keep the memory of his body? So this is the situation when you go to Qatar. It took about nine months today to come to him On the body of coriander she came out leaving a sari and a hammock. He repeatedly writes about sending a sarees in the chit. His sari will be wired. When the swing has erupted. But what will she do? Many times when some rupee has accumulated, he has gone to the market due to the need to buy a sari. But when there is a price for a small sum of saris, when he hears twelve or fourteen rupees, his eyes go to the frontal. Comes back with a smile. What should he do? How to send sari to coriander? If you buy saris, then how can you send money for its expenses? But how long will it last? How long will the coriander c-tankcar? He feels that this is a problem which he has no solution. So do coriander ... and her head crush up