manx Pioneer
Number of posts : 213 Age : 35 Location : malvar Course : ECE Job/Hobbies : surfing the net, tambay kina tita kasama ang tropa, pumasok at kumain at maglaro ng pc games Registration date : 2006-09-05
| Subject: a true great story.., Mon Sep 25, 2006 7:49 pm | |
| read nyo..,it tells a lot..,
A Little Incident
by: Lu Hsun
Six years have gone by, as so many winks, since I came to the capital from the village. During all that time there have occurred many of those events known as “affairs of state,” a great number of which I have seen or heard about. My heart does not seem to have been in least affected by any of them, and recollection now only tends to increase my ill temper and cause me to like people less and less as the day wears on. But one little incident alone is deep with meaning to me, and I am unable to forgot it even now.
It was winter day in the Sixth Year of the Republic, and a strong northerly wind blew furiously. To make a living, I have to be up early, and on the way to my duties I encountered scarcely anyone. After much difficulty, I finally succeeded in hiring a rickshaw. I told the puller to take me to the South Gate.
After a while, the wind moderated its fury, and in its wake the streets left clean of the loose dust. The puller ran quickly. Just as we approached the South Gate, somebody ran in front of us, got entangled in the rickshaw, and tumbled to the ground.
It was a woman with streaks of white in her hair, and she wore ragged clothes. She had darted suddenly from the side of the street, and crossed directly in front of us. My puller had tried to swerve aside, but he tattered jacket, unbuttoned and fluttering in the wind, caught in the shafts. Fortunately the puller had slowed his pace; otherwise she would have been thrown head over heels, and probably seriously injured. After we halted the woman still knelt on all fours. I did not think she was hurt. No one else had seen the collision, and it irritated me that the puller had stopped and was apparently prepared to get him involved in some foolish complication. It might delay and trouble my journey.
“It’s nothing,” I told him. “Move on!”
But either he did not hear me or did not care, for he put down the shafts and gently helped the woman to her feet. He held her arms, supporting her, and asked: “Are you alright?”
“I am hurt.”
I thought. “I saw you fall, and it was not all rough. How can you be hurt? You are pretending. The whole business is distasteful, and the rickshaw man is merely making difficulties for himself. Now, let him find his own way out of the mess.”
But the puller did not hesitate for a moment after the old woman said she was injured. Still holding her arm, he walked carefully ahead with her. Then I was surprised as, looking ahead, I suddenly notice a police station, and saw that he was taking her there. No one outside, so he guided her in through the gate.
As they passed in, I experienced a curious sensation. I do not know why, but at that moment it suddenly seemed to me that he dust-covered figure loomed enormous, and as he walked farther he continued to grow, until finally I had to lift my head to follow him. At the same time I felt a bodily pressure all over me, which came from his direction. It seemed almost to push out from me all the littleness that hid under my fur-lined gown. I grew weak, as though my vitality had been spent, as though the blood has frozen in me. I sat motionless, stunned and thoughtless, until I saw an officer emerged from the station. Then I got from the rickshaw as he approached me.
“Get another rickshaw,” he advised. “This man can’t pull you anymore.”
Without thinking I thrust my hand into my pocket and pulled forth a big fistful of coppers. “Give the fellow these,” I said.
The wind had ceased entirely, but the street was still quiet. I mused as I walked, but I was almost afraid to think about myself. Leaving aside what had happened before, I sought an explanation for the fistful of coppers. Why had I given them? As a reward. And did I think myself, after my conduct, fit to pass judgment upon a rickshaw-puller? I could not answer my own conscience. | |
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Buknoy Border
Number of posts : 439 Age : 36 Location : Sa tabi-tabi ng Batangas Course : BosSpaHiRaM Job/Hobbies : Tambay Registration date : 2006-09-10
| Subject: Re: a true great story.., Tue Sep 26, 2006 1:31 pm | |
| haba! di ko pa naintindihan ibang words! well..ok na din...cguro yun yung goodness nya sa heart nya | |
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manx Pioneer
Number of posts : 213 Age : 35 Location : malvar Course : ECE Job/Hobbies : surfing the net, tambay kina tita kasama ang tropa, pumasok at kumain at maglaro ng pc games Registration date : 2006-09-05
| Subject: huh?!.., Wed Oct 04, 2006 1:05 pm | |
| hmmm.,cguro sa part nung puller pero dun sa nakasakay dun sa riskcrew eh late na ng usigin ng consenxa nya..,hihihi | |
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Buknoy Border
Number of posts : 439 Age : 36 Location : Sa tabi-tabi ng Batangas Course : BosSpaHiRaM Job/Hobbies : Tambay Registration date : 2006-09-10
| Subject: Re: a true great story.., Thu Oct 05, 2006 4:03 pm | |
| at least nitulungan nya dava | |
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manx Pioneer
Number of posts : 213 Age : 35 Location : malvar Course : ECE Job/Hobbies : surfing the net, tambay kina tita kasama ang tropa, pumasok at kumain at maglaro ng pc games Registration date : 2006-09-05
| Subject: a true great story.., Sat Oct 07, 2006 1:42 am | |
| actuali di naman inistate na tinulungan nya eh..,kasi yung money na binigay nya eh 4 his payment dun sa puller..,diva?!.., | |
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Buknoy Border
Number of posts : 439 Age : 36 Location : Sa tabi-tabi ng Batangas Course : BosSpaHiRaM Job/Hobbies : Tambay Registration date : 2006-09-10
| Subject: Re: a true great story.., Sun Oct 08, 2006 11:06 am | |
| payag na! yaw ko basahin ult haba kasi eh | |
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