Foreign short stories: half a piece of paper

Half sheets of paper

Foreign Short Stories

Zhou jiyi of stringburg

 

 

The last truck left. The young tenant wearing a black yarn on the hat was still wandering in the empty house to see if anything was missing. No. Nothing is missing. He walked down the corridor and decided not to think about anything he had encountered in his apartment. But on the wall, beside the telephone, there was a small paper with full handwriting. The words mentioned above are written in many handwriting types; some are easy to recognize and are written in black ink; others are written in black, red, and

Written as a blue pencil. It records all the beautiful romances in just two years. Everything he is determined to forget is recorded on this paper-a story of life on half a small piece of paper.

He took down the small paper. This is a pale yellow paper with luster. He flattened it on the fireplace in the living room and leaned down and began to read.

First, her name is Alice, the most beautiful name he knows, because it is the name of his lover. Next to a phone number, 15, 11 -- it looks like the number of the holy poem on the church singing card.

The following scrawled: the bank, where he is working, means bread, domicile, and family-the foundation of life for him. A rough black line crossed the phone number. Because the bank went bankrupt, he found another job after a short period of anxiety.

Next I rented a carriage trip and a flower shop, and they were engaged and he was very lucky.

Furniture Shops, interior decorators-these people arranged their apartments. Truck lines-they moved in. The ticket office of the Opera House, 50, 50 -- they are newly married and often go to the opera on Sunday nights. It is the most pleasant time to spend there. They sat quietly, and their hearts were immersed in the beauty and harmony of mythical borders on the stage.

Then there was a man's name (which had already been crossed out), a friend who had once flown in, but he had to leave his hometown because his career was booming and lost. Glory and wealth are nothing more than an eye.

Now there is a new thing in the wedding couple's life. A female's pencil handwriting is written as a nun ". What nun? Oh, the man in the gray robe, with a friendly face, always arrives so gently that she directly enters the bedroom from the corridor without passing through the living room. Her name is Dr. L.

For the first time, a relative, mother, appeared on the list. This is his mother-in-law. She kept away with caution and did not disturb the newly married couple. But now she was invited by them and was happy to come because they needed her.

It will be written in red and blue pencils later. The servant's agency. The servant has left. You must find another one. Pharmacy-hum, the situation is starting to be bad. Milk Factory-order milk, disinfect milk. Grocery stores, meat shops, etc. You have to call the phone to handle the chores. Is the hostess gone? No, she made the product.

He could not recognize the following project because everything was blurred in front of him, as the drowning man saw through the sea. Here we use clear italics to record: the carrier.

In the brackets that follow, the words "burial" are written ". This is enough to explain everything! -- A big one and a small coffin.

Buried, there is no more. Everything belongs to the earth. This is the home of all flesh.

He picked up the pale yellow paper, kissed it, folded it carefully, and put it in his pocket.

He spent two years in his life again in the past two minutes.

But he was not discouraged when he went out. On the contrary, he looked up high, like a proud and happy person. Because he knows that he has tasted the greatest happiness that life can give to others. There are a lot of people, but unfortunately, this is not even possible.