| tomszep | Date: Monday, 17 Jun 2013, 16:14:40 | Message # 1 |
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And he remembered his grandaddy regarding his wrinkled face and small dull beard. He was a silversmith and Hadji Murad remembered him engraving the silver regarding his sinewy hands and making him say his prayers. He remembered the feature towards the bottom of the mountain where he went regarding his mother to get water, waiting on hold to her slacks. He remembered the lanky dog that used to riff his face, and especially the smell and taste of smoke and sour milk when he followed his mother into the barn where she milked the cow and heated the milk. He remembered the first time his mother shaved his head and how surprised he previously gone to see his little round head all blue in the great water piping container that put on the wall.
鈥榊ou had better stay, 鈥?Hadji Murad had said. 鈥榊ou are the only person at home now. Take care of your mother and grandmother. 鈥?
And remembering his childhood, he remembered too their own beloved son Yusuf, whoever head he himself had shaved for the first time. Now Yusuf was a fine young djigit. He remembered him as he last saw him. It was on the day he left Tselmes. His son brought his horse for him and asked if he could ride out and see him off. He was ready dressed and television and holding their own horse by the bridle. Yusuf鈥檚 young, ruddy, fine face and everything about his tall slender figure (he was tall than his father) had seemed the very expression of youthful daring and the joy of living. His shoulder muscles, broad for one so young, his very wide youthful sides and long slender body, his long powerful arms, and the strength, suppleness and dexterity of all his movements were a constant joy to his father and Hadji Murad always regarded his son with admiration.
And Hadji Murad remembered the style of youthful spirit and pride with which Yusuf, pleased and blushing, had replied that. as long as he lived, no one would harm his mother or grandmother. Yusuf had then, after all, mounted and gone regarding his father as far as the stream. There he turned back, and consequently Hadji Murad had not seen his wife, mother or son.
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