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By MCLoading...
Poor Elizabeth
Maybe none of those living in Moscow knows the places of this city as well as I do, because no one is more likely than me in the field, no one else stray on foot, without a plan, without a goal – where the eyes look – through meadows and graves, on hills and plains. Every summer I find new pleasant places or in old new beauties. But the most pleasant thing for me is the place where the gloomy, Gothic towers of seven sisters. Novodevichiy Monastery rise. Standing on this mountain , you see almost all of Moscow on the right side , this terrible community of houses and churches , which appears to the eyes in the image of a majestic amphitheatre : a magnificent picture , especially when the sun shines on it , when its evening rays burn on countless golden domes , on countless crosses , rising to At the bottom there are tightly green flowering meadows , and behind them , a bright river flows through the yellow sands , worried about light oars of fishing boats or noisy under the wheel of heavy plough that float from the most rich countries of the Russian Empire and give greedy Moscow with bread.
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Elizabeth’s father was quite a well-off settler because he loved work, ploughed the land well and always led a known life. But soon after his death, his wife and daughter were broken. The greedy lazy hands treated the field thinly, they were forced to give their land to money, and for little money. In addition, the poor widow, almost constantly shedding tears about the death of her husband – ‘’because peasant women know how to love!’’ – became weaker day by day and could not work at all. One Elizabeth who stayed after her father for fifteen years – One Liza, not sparing her rare beauty, worked day and night – she weaved canvas, knitted, stocking, tare flowers in spring, and took berries in the summer – and sold them in Moscow. A sensitive, kind old women, seeing her daughter’s tirelessness, often pressed her to a weakly beating heart, called her divine mercy, a nurse, the joy of her old age and prayed God to reward her for everything she does for her mother.
- "God gave us hands to work," said Elizabeth, "you breastfeed me and followed me when I was a child; now it's my turn to follow you. Just stop crashing, stop crying; our tears will not revive the priests.
But often gentle Elizabeth couldn't hold her own tears. She remembered that she had a father and that he was gone, but to calm her mother, she tried to hide the sadness of her heart and seem calm and cheerful.
- "In the other world, dear Elizabeth," answered the sad old woman, "I'll stop crying in the other world. They say everyone will be cheerful there; I will surely be cheerful when I see your father, but now I don't want to die - what will happen to you without me? Who should I leave you for? No, God forbid to put you in place first! A good man will soon be found. Then, having blessed you, my dear children, I will cross myself and lie quietly in the moist earth.
It's been two years since Elizabeth's father's death. The meadow was covered with flowers, and Elizabeth came to Moscow with lily of the valley. A young, well-dressed man, a pleasant view, met her on the street. She showed him the flowers and blushed.
But often gentle Elizabeth couldn't hold her own tears. She remembered that she had a father and that he was gone, but to calm her mother, she tried to hide the sadness of her heart and seem calm and cheerful.
- "In the other world, dear Elizabeth," answered the sad old woman, "I'll stop crying in the other world. They say everyone will be cheerful there; I will surely be cheerful when I see your father, but now I don't want to die - what will happen to you without me? Who should I leave you for? No, God forbid to put you in place first! A good man will soon be found. Then, having blessed you, my dear children, I will cross myself and lie quietly in the moist earth.
It's been two years since Elizabeth's father's death. The meadow was covered with flowers, and Elizabeth came to Moscow with lily of the valley. A young, well-dressed man, a pleasant view, met her on the street. She showed him the flowers and blushed.
- "I think the beautiful lily of the valley, torn off by the hands of a beautiful girl, cost a rubble. But when you don't take it, here's five kopecks for you. I would always like to buy flowers from you; I would like you to tear them only for me," Elizabeth gave the flowers, took five kopecks, bowed, and wanted to go, but the stranger stopped her by the hand;
- "Where are you going, girl?"
- "Home,"
- "Where's your house?" Elizabeth said where she lived, said, and went. The young man didn't want to keep her, for the passing ones to stop and, looking at them, laughed insidiously Elizabeth, when she came home, told her mother what had happened to her,
- "Where are you going, girl?"
- "Home,"
- "Where's your house?" Elizabeth said where she lived, said, and went. The young man didn't want to keep her, for the passing ones to stop and, looking at them, laughed insidiously Elizabeth, when she came home, told her mother what had happened to her,
- "You're selling them, girl?" he asked with a smile.
- "I'm selling," she answered.
-"What do you need?"
- "Five kopecks?"
- "It's too cheap. Here's a rubble for you. Elizabeth was surprised, dared to look at the young man, - she was even more blunted and, lowering her eyes in the ground, told him that she would not take the rubble. -"Why for?"
- "I don't need too much."
- "I'm selling," she answered.
-"What do you need?"
- "Five kopecks?"
- "It's too cheap. Here's a rubble for you. Elizabeth was surprised, dared to look at the young man, - she was even more blunted and, lowering her eyes in the ground, told him that she would not take the rubble. -"Why for?"
- "I don't need too much."
- "I think the beautiful lily of the valley, torn off by the hands of a beautiful girl, cost a rubble. But when you don't take it, here's five kopecks for you. I would always like to buy flowers from you; I would like you to tear them only for me," Elizabeth gave the flowers, took five kopecks, bowed, and wanted to go, but the stranger stopped her by the hand;
- "Where are you going, girl?"
- "Home,"
- "Where's your house?" Elizabeth said where she lived, said, and went. The young man didn't want to keep her, for the passing ones to stop and, looking at them, laughed insidiously Elizabeth, when she came home, told her mother what had happened to her,
- "Where are you going, girl?"
- "Home,"
- "Where's your house?" Elizabeth said where she lived, said, and went. The young man didn't want to keep her, for the passing ones to stop and, looking at them, laughed insidiously Elizabeth, when she came home, told her mother what had happened to her,
-"You did well that you didn't take the rubble. It was some bad person..."
- Oh no, Mother! I don't think so." He has such a kind face; such a voice..."
- "However, Elizabeth, it's better to feed on your labours and not take anything for nothing. You still don't know, my friend, how evil people can hurt a poor girl! My heart is always out of place when you go to the city; I always put a candle in front of the image and pray to Lord God that he will save you from all trouble and misfortune. Elizabeth had tears in her eyes; she kissed her mother.
The next day Elizabeth picked up the best lily of the valley and went to the city with them again. Her eyes were quietly looking for something.
- Oh no, Mother! I don't think so." He has such a kind face; such a voice..."
- "However, Elizabeth, it's better to feed on your labours and not take anything for nothing. You still don't know, my friend, how evil people can hurt a poor girl! My heart is always out of place when you go to the city; I always put a candle in front of the image and pray to Lord God that he will save you from all trouble and misfortune. Elizabeth had tears in her eyes; she kissed her mother.
The next day Elizabeth picked up the best lily of the valley and went to the city with them again. Her eyes were quietly looking for something.
Many people wanted to buy flowers from her, but she replied that they were not selling, and looked in one direction or the other way. It was evening, it was necessary to return home, and the flowers were thrown into the Moscow River.
- "Nobody owns you!" said Elizabeth, feeling some sadness in her heart.
The next day in the evening she sat under the window, sang plaintive songs in a quiet voice, but suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Oh!" The young stranger was standing under the window.
-"What happened to you? "- asked the frightened mother, who was sitting next to her.
- "Nothing" Mother," Elizabeth answered in a timid voice,
-"I just saw him."
-"Who?" "The gentleman who bought flowers from me." The old woman looked out the window.
The young man bowed to her so courteously, with such a pleasant look that she could not think of him anything but good.
- "Hello, good old lady!" he said. "I'm very tired; don't you have fresh milk?" Helpful Elizabeth, without waiting for an answer from her mother - for what she knew him in advance - ran to the cellar - brought a clean stain covered with a clean wooden mug - grabbed the glass, washed it, wiped it with a white towel, poured it and served it out the window, but looked into the ground herself. The stranger drank - and the nectar from hands could not seem tastier to him. Everyone will guess that he then thanked Elizabeth and thanked not so much with words as with eyes.
Meanwhile, old woman managed to tell him about her grief and consolation - about her husband's death and about her daughter's sweet qualities, about her diligence and tenderness, and so on. He listened to her with attention, but his eyes would be l, and should I say where? And Elizabeth, timid
- "Nobody owns you!" said Elizabeth, feeling some sadness in her heart.
The next day in the evening she sat under the window, sang plaintive songs in a quiet voice, but suddenly jumped up and shouted: "Oh!" The young stranger was standing under the window.
-"What happened to you? "- asked the frightened mother, who was sitting next to her.
- "Nothing" Mother," Elizabeth answered in a timid voice,
-"I just saw him."
-"Who?" "The gentleman who bought flowers from me." The old woman looked out the window.
The young man bowed to her so courteously, with such a pleasant look that she could not think of him anything but good.
- "Hello, good old lady!" he said. "I'm very tired; don't you have fresh milk?" Helpful Elizabeth, without waiting for an answer from her mother - for what she knew him in advance - ran to the cellar - brought a clean stain covered with a clean wooden mug - grabbed the glass, washed it, wiped it with a white towel, poured it and served it out the window, but looked into the ground herself. The stranger drank - and the nectar from hands could not seem tastier to him. Everyone will guess that he then thanked Elizabeth and thanked not so much with words as with eyes.
Meanwhile, old woman managed to tell him about her grief and consolation - about her husband's death and about her daughter's sweet qualities, about her diligence and tenderness, and so on. He listened to her with attention, but his eyes would be l, and should I say where? And Elizabeth, timid