Now, if you talk about the fire of hell, you won't sigh or pour ashes on your head. Because now even the priest tells us that God is radium or ether, or some other compound. The most vicious retribution suffered by sinners like us is just a chemical reaction. Sounds really happy. However, the remnants of the Orthodox Church will still make you feel creepy.
There are two things in this world that you can speak freely. One is to talk about dreams; The second is to talk about what the parrot said. Sleeping gods and birds cannot be witnesses; So no one dares to say that you are wrong. This story is based on an unfounded dream, and it is not told through the beautiful parrot's mouth, because it builds one after another, but I am sorry that it has to give up what it wants.
I had a dream, which had nothing to do with textual research of the Bible, but had something to do with the long-standing and awesome doomsday judgment.
Gabriel blew his horn; If we don't do it, we will have to stand trial. I found a group of professional sponsors standing next to me, dressed in solemn black clothes with buttons on the back of their collars; But it seems that they can't even protect themselves, let alone expect them to bail us out.
A winged policeman, that is, an angel policeman, flew towards me, grabbed my left wing and left. Next to me stood a group of people waiting for trial with a triumphant expression on their faces.
Are you with them? Asked the policeman.
"What do they do?" I answered.
"They," he said, "they-"
But this kind of irrelevant gossip is unnecessary.
Dursi works in a department store. She sells hamburgers and peppers at the grocery store, or cars and gadgets. You can only get six dollars a week. This money is mainly recorded in God's general ledger. Oh, reverend, you call this "primitive energy". Ok, let's say it's in the original energy account and the rest will be in your own account.
In the first year of the company, Dursi can only get five dollars a week. If you can know how she lives on these five dollars, it will certainly be of great benefit to you. Not interested? All right! You may be interested in a larger number. Six dollars is a lot of money. I'll tell you how she lives on six dollars.
One day at six o'clock in the afternoon, Dursi put a hat needle in one-eighth of the medulla and chatted with her best friend Sadie, who was waiting beside her:
"I tell you, Sadie, I'm going to have dinner with piggy tonight."
"Good for you!" Sadie shouted enviously. "What a coincidence! Piglet is a rich man; He always takes girls to some expensive places. Once he took Blanche to Hoffman's cabin, where the music was great and many rich people could be seen. You are sure to have a good time, Dursi. "
Dursi ran home in a hurry. Her eyes are shining and her face is red, reflecting the brilliance of life-real life. Today is Friday, and her salary last week was only fifty cents.
At rush hour, the streets are crowded. Broadway was brightly lit, and moths swarmed from the darkness hundreds of miles away and were burnt to coke. The faces of those well-dressed people are as blurred as those carved by sailors on cherry stones. They turned their heads and watched Dursi pass them casually. Manhattan, like a cactus blooming at night, began to show its pale and fragrant petals.
Dursi went to a cheap shop and spent her only 50 cents on a fake lace collar. The money should be used elsewhere-15 cent dinner, 10 cent breakfast, 10 cent lunch. There is still a dime in her tight little account; The remaining five cents should be wasted on licorice juice-this licorice juice will make your face look like a toothache and last for a long time. Licorice juice is a luxury enjoyment, almost a luxury drink-but can a life without enjoyment be called life?
Dursi lives in a house with rented furniture, which is somewhat different from the house with food. If you live in such a house, no one will know that you are hungry.
Dalcy walked into the back room on the third floor of a brown stone house in the west. This is where she lives. She lit the gas lamp. Scientists tell us that the hardest thing in the world is diamonds. They are wrong. The landladies know that there is a compound, compared with which diamonds are as soft as soot. They put it on the hole of the gas lamp; Even if your finger standing on the chair is red and swollen, you can't dig it out. The hairpin won't move; In short, it means "it doesn't move."
After the light is on, let's look at the room by the light of a quarter candle.
A sofa bed, a dresser, a table, a washstand, a chair-these are the benefits given by the landlord. The rest is Dursi's own. On the dressing table are her treasures, a porcelain vase given to her by Sadie, a calendar given by Kimchi Workshop, a dream interpretation book, a pink jar in a glass bottle, and a bunch of fake cherries tied with pink ribbons.
Hanging next to the broken mirror is the general kitchen, William? Mardon, Duchess of Marlborough and Benvenuto? A portrait of cellini. There is a plaster statue of an Irishman wearing a Roman helmet on the wall, and there is a colorful slate painting next to it, which shows a child with yellowish skin catching a red butterfly. Dulcie liked this painting very much and regarded it as a masterpiece of art. No one questioned her taste. No one privately said that this painting was a fake, which made her very angry. No one ridiculed her as a little entomologist.
The pig will call her at seven. While she is busy dressing, let's leave for a while and talk about something else.
You have to pay two dollars a week for this room. Breakfast is 10 cents from Monday to Friday; Dursi changed clothes and cooked eggs and coffee with gas. On Sunday morning, she will spend 25 cents on a hearty steak and pineapple pancakes and tip the waiter 10 cents. New york has too many temptations and too many places to spend money. Every week, she spends 60 cents on lunch in the company cafeteria. Dinner cost 1.05 USD. The evening paper is six cents. Tell me which new york people don't read newspapers! There are also two Sunday newspapers, one is a personnel advertisement and the other is for reading, totaling ten cents. All these add up to $4.76. Buy some clothes, and-
I don't want to be verbose. I heard that someone can make a gorgeous dress with some scraps and scissors, so I have to doubt it. Because the justice of heaven and the sacred and natural laws are unspeakable and difficult to implement, I have to add some female fun to Dursi's life. So she went to Coney Island twice and took a merry-go-round. This kind of happiness that is limited to years instead of days is really depressing.
One sentence is enough to say piggy. The girls call him piggy, which is an insult to the noble pig. In that shabby blue pinyin dictionary, the three words mentioned in the first chapter are simply little files of pigs. He is a fat man; He has a mouse-like soul and a bat-like habit, and cats like to play with their prey. He wears expensive clothes and can tell at a glance whether others are starving. He could see at a glance that the salesgirl had not eaten anything nutritious for a long time except cotton candy and tea. He wandered around the shop and invited people out for dinner. Those who walk their dogs with ropes don't bother to look at him. He is such a person; I don't want to talk about him anymore; My pen and ink are not wasted for him; I am not a carpenter.
Ten minutes to seven, Du Xi packed her bags. She looked at herself with a broken mirror and was very satisfied. She wore a dark blue dress without a wrinkle, a black hat with light feathers and quite clean gloves. She worked hard and saved these clothes.
For an instant, Dursi was a little lost in her own beauty, and life was about to unveil a mysterious veil for her to show its magic and beauty. No man has ever asked her out before. Now she has finally entered the upper class and enjoyed it for a while.
The girl said that the pig was willing to throw money. There are music and ladies in costumes in the place where we eat big meals. The food is delicious and mouth-watering. Needless to say, Dursi will definitely be invited again.
She knows that there is a blue silk coat in the closet of the shop. If she can save a dime a week, it's twenty cents. Well, it will take years to buy it. But there's a second-hand shop on Seventh Avenue that seems to be-
Someone is knocking at the door. Du Xi opened the door. The landlady stood at the door with a fake smile on her face and her nose still smelling the gas leak in the room.
"A gentleman downstairs wants to see you," she said. "His surname is Wiggins."
Piggy uses this name to fool the poor who take him seriously.
Dalcy went to the front of the wardrobe and took out her handkerchief; Suddenly she stopped and bit her lower lip tightly. She saw herself in the mirror, just like a princess who just woke up from a deep sleep in a fairy tale fairyland. She almost forgot that there were melancholy, charming and firm eyes looking at her in the room, as if everything was her fault. The tall and handsome kitchen general in the gilded photo frame on the wardrobe is looking at her leisurely with his deep eyes, looking lonely and sad, with a little pity.
Dursi Mumu turned to the landlady, like a mechanical doll.
"Tell him I can't go out," her voice was gruff. "Just say I'm sick, or just find a reason. Tell him I'm not going out. "
After the door was closed, Dursi threw herself on the bed and cried for ten minutes, and the black brim was crushed. The kitchen general is her only friend and the embodiment of her heroic knight. There is a hidden sadness on his face, and his charming beard is fascinating. Seeing his firm and gentle eyes, she felt a little palpitation. She often fantasizes that one day he will appear at her door wearing riding boots and accessories hanging around her waist and call her name. Once, a little boy pulled a chain and crunched into a lamppost. She opened the window and looked out to see if it was him. Of course, the result was disappointing. She knew that General Kitch was in Japan now, and he was attacking Man Zi with an army. He will never get out of that Phnom Penh photo frame for her. But that night he just looked at her and the pig was forgotten by her. Yes, that night.
After crying, Dursi got out of bed, took off her best clothes and put on that old blue pajamas. She didn't want to eat, so she hummed two pieces of Sammy. Then focus on a little red dot of the nose. She dragged a chair in front of the rickety table and took out a pile of old cards to tell her fortune.
"This shameless guy!" She complained loudly. "What makes him think I'm interested in him? I didn't do anything! "
At nine o'clock, Dursi dug out a can of biscuits and a small bottle of raspberry sauce from the box and had a big meal. She put some jam on the cookies in the kitchen and handed them to him, but his expression was as cold as that of a sphinx watching butterflies-if there were butterflies in the desert.
"Don't eat if you don't want to," cried Dursi. "Don't look at me with a contemptuous face. I can't see how proud you are if you only get six dollars a week. "
Dursi started roughing up the kitchen, which was not a good start. Sure enough, she then turned the portrait of Benvenuto Cellini upside down and made him face down. This is understandable; She didn't like him because she always thought he was Henry VIII.
At half past nine, Dursi finally glanced at the portrait on the cupboard, turned off the light and went straight to bed. She looked at the kitchen. General, William? Mardon, Duchess of Marlborough and Benvenuto? Cellini, this is a wonderful night. It's really annoying
This story has no ending. If the next time Piggy asks Dursi out for dinner, and she happens to feel lonely, and the eyes of the general's kitchen just look at other places, then this story will have a follow-up; And then—
As I said before, I dreamed that I was standing among a group of triumphant people on trial, and a policeman caught me and asked me if I was with them.
"Who are they?" I asked.
"They," he replied, "are bosses who hire female workers and pay them six dollars a week. Are you with them? "
"I'm not that good." I replied. "I just set fire to the orphanage, robbed a blind man of his money and killed him."