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发表于 2008-2-4 14:09
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That was true then. I did not hate him. I asked him to come home and eat with me. He did, and threw stones at me all the way home. But today was different. He was stealing my apples. I had no soft feelings for him. He stood over me and kept telling me not to cry. "I'm not crying." "All right, you're not. But you are still angry." "No I'm not. I was a little. But I'm not anymore." "Well, why do you look so funny around your eyes?" "I don't know. Let's go to the barn to play." "Play what?" Anvol looked at me with surprise. He did not know if he should be a friend or enemy. "We'll play anything", I said, "Come on, I'll race you to the barn." We got to the barn and the first thing Anvol saw was a white circle that my father had painted on the floor. "What is that for?" "Nothing", I answered. I was not ready to use my plan yet. We jumped from the hay to the floor a few times. Later, I felt ready. "That's no fun", I said. "Let's play Prisoner's Circle." "Oh, what's that?” Anvol asked as if he were too big to play foolish games. I was getting excited. I did not trust myself to look at the circle on the floor. Anvol might learn my plan if I did. Nor did I look up at the top of the barn just above the circle. I knew what was that. It was a big steel fork to pick up hay grass and place it on a truck. It had two long sharp points. A man had come to the barn to build it. For days he worked until he placed the fork up high out of the way. The fork could be let down by a rope and was tied to a pole. I remember the first day it was tested. My father called all the workers from the field to watch. I do not remember the details, but something went wrong. The fork fell and buried itself in the back of one of the horses. Father said little. He simply painted a white circle on the barn floor where the fork fell. He pulled the big steel fork back up to the top and tied the rope up high where no one could reach it. Then he said quietly with a white face. |
PUT~见了他,她变得很低很低,低到尘埃里,但她心里是喜欢的,从尘埃里开出花来。
And what they did, what they created was greater than art, because you live your life in it. |
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