It's always good to get through the dark days.

It's always good to get through the dark days.

The old wooden clock struck ten and eleven hoarsely ... the husband still didn't come back. The husband never cares about his health and often braves the cold to fish in the wind and waves. She is busy from morning till night, so what? The family eked out a living. Children can't even wear shoes, and they run barefoot in summer or winter.

I didn't eat white bread, but it would be nice if there was enough black bread. Only fish is served. "Well, fortune-telling is always good. The children have nothing to complain about. " Ranna thought so, listening carefully to the roar of the storm outside. "Where is he? God bless him, save him and have pity on him! " She made a cross on her chest when she spoke.

It's too early to go to bed. Ranna stood up, put on a thick headscarf, lit lanterns, and went out to see if the sea was calm, if the lights on the lighthouse were still on, and if she could see her husband's boat. However, nothing can be seen at sea. The wind blew her headscarf violently, and a falling thing knocked on the door of the neighbor's cabin. Ranna suddenly remembered that she wanted to visit her sick neighbor at night. "No one cares about her yet!"

"The widow's situation is really difficult! Although there are only two children, she has to worry about everything by herself. She's sick! Alas, the widow's situation is really difficult! Let me go in and see her. "

RanNa knocked on the door again. Still no answer.

"What's the matter?" She thought and pushed the door open. The door opened and RanNa came into the room.

The hut is wet and cold. Ranna held up the lamp to see where the patient was. What caught her attention was a bed opposite, on which lay her neighbor. She lay still as if she had just died. Ranna moved the lantern closer. Yes, her head leaned back, and there was a dead calm on that cold and blue face. The dead man's pale hand seemed to be holding something. It fell and hung on the straw mat. Next to his dead mother, two dolls with fat faces and curly hair fell asleep, covered with rags, curled up their legs, and their heads with yellow hair clung together. It seems that mothers had time to wrap their calves with old headscarves and cover them with their own clothes before they died. They breathed evenly and calmly and slept soundly.

Ranna took down the cradle, wrapped it in a headscarf and took it home. Her heart is pounding. She doesn't know how she did it or why she did it, but she knows that she must do what she has done.

When she got home, she put the awake child on the bed next to her child and quickly closed the curtains. She turned pale with excitement, as if suffering from conscience. "What will he say?" She said to herself, "Feeding five children is no joke. He's not worried enough ... Is he back? No, he hasn't come back. Why did you bring these two children back? ..... Will he hit me? ! I deserve it. I deserve to be beaten. He's back! Don't! ..... alas, it is better not to come back. "

The door creaked as if someone had come in. RanNa trembled and leaned back from her chair.

"No one, or there's no one there! God, why would I do that? How dare I look into his eyes now? " Ranna was preoccupied and sat in bed for a long time, silent, expecting and fearing her husband's return.

Suddenly the door opened, and a tall, dark fisherman dragged his wet broken fishing net into the hut and said, "I'm back, Ranna!" " "

"Hey, it's you!" Ran Na said that she didn't have the courage to look up at her husband.

"Hey, the night is really dark, it's terrible!"

"Yes, what terrible weather! Well, how many fish did you catch? "

It's terrible. Nothing was hit and the fishing net was cut. The situation is very bad! ..... I tell you, in bad weather. It seems that I have never met such a dark night. What about fishing! It's good to be back alive. Come on, what did you do while I was away? "

The fisherman dragged the net into the house and sat by the fire.

"I ..." RanNa said, pale. "What did I do ... I was sewing at home ... the strong wind scared me a little. I am really worried about you. "

"Yes, yes," the husband whispered, "the weather is terrible! What can I do! "

They were silent for a while.

"You know," Ranna said, "neighbor Sima is dead."

"Really?"

"I don't know when he died. It was about yesterday. Both children are still very young ... One can't talk yet, and the other can just climb ... "

RanNa was silent. The fisherman frowned, serious and worried. He scratched his head from time to time and said, "We have to bring them here. How can children be with the dead! All right, let's get started. We can always get through it. Go and get them! " But RanNa didn't move.

"What's the matter with you? Don't want to? "

"They are here." RanNa said, and pulled open the mosquito net.