It’s the ranger’s daughter. Her novel
When the door creaked, the ranger stepped into the door with an elbow. He picked up the floor lamp and went to the table to light it again.
I’m afraid you don’t like it, he said, shaking his curls a few times.
I looked at him. I have rarely seen such a hero. He is tall, broad-shouldered and in great shape. His strong muscles are soaking wet. The bottom of his linen shirt is protruding high. His black fist and curly beard cover half of his resolute and serious face next to the bottom of two broad eyebrows. A pair of small chestnut eyes show just courage. His hands are gently crossed in front of me.
I thanked him and asked his name.
My name is Fuma, and he replied that his nickname is lone wolf. In Orel Province, lonely and gloomy people are often called lone wolves.
Oh, you’re a lone wolf
I looked at him more curiously. I often heard some people in Ermolai talk about the ranger and lone wolf. Some farmers nearby are afraid of him like fire. According to them, he can do his duty like him. He won’t even let people take a bundle of branches away, no matter when he comes, even in the middle of the night. You can’t resist because he is strong and flexible like a devil, and you can’t do anything about him. He drinks and gives him money. No matter what he buys, some people want to kill him more than once.
That’s what the nearby cultivators say about lone wolves.
Come on, you’re a lone wolf. I’ll say it again, man. I’ve heard people talk about you, saying you won’t let go of anyone.
I will do my job, he replied gloomily, and I can’t eat my host’s food for nothing.
He pulled an axe from his waist and squatted on the ground to crack it loose.
What, you don’t have a wife? I asked him
No, he replied and struck an axe hard
So it’s dead?
Not dead, he said and turned away.
I didn’t say anything more. He raised his eyes and looked at me.
He ran away with a passer-by city man. He said with a wry smile that the little girl hung her head and the baby woke up and began to cry. The little girl went to the cradle to feed him. The lone wolf said that he put a dirty bottle into the little girl’s hand and lost him. He pointed to the baby and wrote a novel. He came to the door and turned around.
Sir, I’m afraid he said he wouldn’t eat our bread, but I have nothing but bread here
I’m not hungry
Oh, forget it. I can make you a tea pot, but I have no tea. I’ll go and see how your horse is.
He went to cover the door and I looked around again. I felt that the room was even more desolate than before. The smoke was cold, and the bitter taste was so bad that I couldn’t even breathe. The little girl sat there without moving her eyes. She occasionally pushed the cradle and timidly pulled the old blouse to her shoulders. Her bare feet hung motionless.
What’s your name? I asked
Sister Wuli, she put her sad little face down again and said
The forester came in and sat on the bench.
After a short silence, he said, if you want to leave, I’ll send you to the Woods.
I got up, the lone wolf picked up the gun and checked a powder pool.
What’s with the gun? I asked
People in the Woods are playing tricks on the mare ditch tree. He said that the last sentence was a look to answer my question.
Can you hear me here?
You can hear it in the yard
We walked together, the rain has stopped, and there are clouds of thick clouds gathering in the distance, occasionally flashing long, but in some places above us, the dark blue sky and stars are shining through the speeding thin clouds, and the outlines of trees are exposed in the darkness. We listen to the forester, take off his hat and bow his head, that is, he suddenly says and stretches out his hand to look at it, so I don’t hear anything but the leaves ringing at night, and I bring the horse from the bottom of the open shed. If I go like this, I’m afraid he will run away and I’ll let him walk with you, okay, he
We walked the lone wolf in front and I followed him. God knows how he knew the way, but he stopped occasionally to listen to the sound of an axe. Well, did you hear his novel? Where is it? The lone wolf shrugged his shoulders and the wind stopped for a while. The axe clearly entered my ear. The lone wolf looked at me and nodded. We waded through the water and the weeds and nettles continued to walk forward and heard a long, low roar.