Tita Gina's Forums

Everything under the naked sun...
 
HomeHome  PortalPortal  CalendarCalendar  FAQFAQ  SearchSearch  RegisterRegister  MemberlistMemberlist  UsergroupsUsergroups  Log in  

Share | 
 

 a true great story..,

Go down 
AuthorMessage
manx
Pioneer
avatar

Female Number of posts : 213
Age : 29
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

PostSubject: 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.
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Buknoy
Border
Border
avatar

Male Number of posts : 439
Age : 30
Location : Sa tabi-tabi ng Batangas
Course : BosSpaHiRaM
Job/Hobbies : Tambay
Registration date : 2006-09-10

PostSubject: 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 I love you
Back to top Go down
View user profile
manx
Pioneer
avatar

Female Number of posts : 213
Age : 29
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

PostSubject: 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
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Buknoy
Border
Border
avatar

Male Number of posts : 439
Age : 30
Location : Sa tabi-tabi ng Batangas
Course : BosSpaHiRaM
Job/Hobbies : Tambay
Registration date : 2006-09-10

PostSubject: Re: a true great story..,   Thu Oct 05, 2006 4:03 pm

at least nitulungan nya dava
Back to top Go down
View user profile
manx
Pioneer
avatar

Female Number of posts : 213
Age : 29
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

PostSubject: 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?!..,
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Buknoy
Border
Border
avatar

Male Number of posts : 439
Age : 30
Location : Sa tabi-tabi ng Batangas
Course : BosSpaHiRaM
Job/Hobbies : Tambay
Registration date : 2006-09-10

PostSubject: Re: a true great story..,   Sun Oct 08, 2006 11:06 am

payag na! yaw ko basahin ult haba kasi eh
Back to top Go down
View user profile
Sponsored content




PostSubject: Re: a true great story..,   

Back to top Go down
 
a true great story..,
Back to top 
Page 1 of 1
 Similar topics
-
» Agnes Warner and the Nursing Sisters of the Great War
» Another sniffer dog story
» BRITAIN"S TRILLION POUNDS HORROR STORY
» True love will live forever
» CASE OF THE CENTURY:Madeleine McCann Story" What do you think of this story?

Permissions in this forum:You cannot reply to topics in this forum
Tita Gina's Forums :: Welcome to the canteen!-
Jump to: