Hey, okay, idiot, drink a glass of wine in one breath and suddenly scream, and at the same time, his hands are strangely waving to match his cry. Obviously, he can’t say a word. What are you waiting for? Just sing, huh, Yashka.

Come on, Nikolai Ivanchi also said
Ok, let’s do it. The contractor smiled with a letter and said calmly, I’m ready
I’m ready, too, Yashka said excitedly
All right, guys, blink and scream
However, although everyone said they wanted it, no contractor got up from the bench and everyone seemed to be waiting for something.
Ah, Mr. Savage said darkly and fiercely.
Yashika shivered, and the contractor got up and tucked his belt and coughed for two times.
But who sang first? He changed his voice slightly and asked Mr. Savage. Mr. Savage remained motionless in the middle of the room, spreading his thick legs wide and putting his strong hands in his pants pockets almost all the way to his elbows.
You, you sing first, master. The idiot muttered that you sing first, big brother.
Mr. Savage gave him a frowning look, and the idiot gave him a slight squeak. I was embarrassed to get up and look at the ceiling, shrugged my shoulders and stopped talking.
Draw lots. Mr. Savage said slowly, put the wine on the counter.
Nikolai Ivanchi bent over and snorted, picked up the wine from the floor and put it on the counter.
Mr savage looked at yashka and said, come on.
Yashka fished out a copper coin in his pocket, and his teeth bit a mark. The contractor took out a new leather wallet from his arms, unhurriedly untied it, and poured a lot of money into his hand. He chose a brand-new copper coin fool to pick up his hat and sent it to Yashka, who threw the copper coin in, and the contractor also threw it in.
Come and draw, Mr. Savage said to Blink.
Blinking eyes smiled smugly and shook with hats in both hands.
For a moment, I could hear two copper coins clanging gently in the room. I looked around carefully and saw that my face was nervous and waiting. Mr. Savage also narrowed his eyes and sat next to me. The farmer in the shabby robe also stretched his neck with curiosity and put his hand into his hat to touch the copper coins of the contractor. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Yashka blushed and the contractor touched his hair.
I told you, you should sing first, fool. Wake up and I’ll tell you.
All right, all right, don’t make any noise, Mr. Savage. Speak contemptuously. He nodded his head at the contractor and said
Then what song shall I sing? Asked the contractor excitedly.
Sing whatever you want, blink and answer that you can sing whatever you want.
Of course, you can sing whatever you want. Nikolai Ivanchi slowly put his hands on his chest and added that you can’t sing whatever you want, but sing well and then we will judge the level according to our conscience.
However, it’s a matter of conscience for the idiot to say something and lick the edge of the glass.
Guys, let me clear my throat a little. The contractor touched his collar and said
All right, all right, don’t dawdle, Mr. Savage said flatly and bowed his head
The contractor thought about it for a while and shook his hair, so he came up to Yashka with his eyes fixed on him.
However, before describing this competition, I think it is not superfluous to talk about each of the characters who appeared in my story. When I met them at the Anjuju Hotel, I already knew about the others, which I later found out.
Let’s start with the fool. This man’s real name is Yefu Grave Ivanov, but people in the neighborhood call him an idiot. He has admitted this nickname. This nickname is indeed called. This nickname is perfect for his humble and always flustered appearance. He is an alcoholic single servant. His master has long abandoned him because he has no job, so he can’t get a penny. However, he manages to drink heavily every day. Many of his acquaintances drink and drink tea. They don’t know what it is. Because he can’t, everyone’s hearts are very different. His nagging is annoying, pestering and crazy, and he keeps laughing. Everyone is disgusted. He can neither sing nor dance. Not only has he never said a wise word or a word, but he is always a fool. But there is not a cocktail party in Fiona Fang for forty miles without his slender figure wandering among the guests. Everyone is used to treating him as an unavoidable disaster. Everyone despises him, but he can tell him not to talk nonsense and move around, Mr. Savage.
Blinking is not like a fool at all. Blinking is also a nickname for him. Although he blinks no more than others, it is well known that Russians are good at nicknames. Although I tried my best to inquire about this man’s more detailed experience, some readers said that some places were hidden in the unknown abyss. That is, I am afraid, and many others know that I once worked as a coachman for an old lady without a woman and escaped with three horses for a year. I must have realized it personally. It’s hard to live in the waves, but I’m back, but I’m lame. He knelt down and begged his mistress for mercy. In a few years, he worked honestly to make up for his sins, and gradually won the favor of her. Finally, she finished her letter and became a housekeeper. Somehow, when she died, he got from being an ordinary citizen to renting land from his neighbors to grow melons and made a fortune. Now he is very happy.
This is a man who has seen the world. He is deep, not vicious or kind, but calculating. He is sophisticated, can know people and is good at helping others. He is careful and as clever as a fox. He nags like an old woman but never slips up, but he can tell others the truth. But he doesn’t pretend to be dull like other cunning people, and it’s hard for him to pretend to be dull. I’ve never seen eyes that are sharper and smarter than his sly little eyes, which are never simple to look at and always look at and blink. When I was a child, I thought about a seemingly simple thing for several weeks in a row, but then I suddenly decided to do something so bold that it seemed that he was going to die. But you see, when the horse succeeded, everything went well. He was lucky and believed in his luck. He was superstitious. Everyone didn’t respect him because he was heartless, but everyone respected him at home. He was brought up to be as distressed as a father. I am sure that he would blink like his father in the future. Now some old men are already talking about him in such a small way when they are sitting on the wall chatting in summer evenings, and everyone is talking about him.
There is nothing to say about the contractor of the Turk Yashka. Yashka is nicknamed Turk because he is really a girl who has been captured to Turkey. He is a complete artist in his heart, but he is a businessman in a paper mill. To be honest, I don’t know his origin yet. I think he is a clever and lively city citizen, but Mr. Yu Yeren deserves to be talked about in detail.
The first impression of this man is that he is rough and heavy, but he can’t resist strength. He is clumsy. We often say that he is like a cloth bag, but he shows great strength. Oddly speaking, his bear-like physique does not lack some special elegance. This elegance probably comes from calmness. Because he completely believes in his power, it is difficult to judge which class this Hercules in Greek mythology belongs to when he first meets him. He is not like a domestic servant, a common citizen or a retired poor official. Unlike the noble hounds who rarely go bankrupt, he is really another matter. No one knows where he came from in our county. People said that he seemed to have held an official position somewhere before he was a single-family landlord, but no one knows the exact situation and can’t get it from others, let alone get it from him. No one is more gloomy and can keep his mouth shut, and no one can say exactly what he does for a living. He doesn’t do craft work and rarely goes to anyone’s house, but he spends money. Although he doesn’t have much money, he doesn’t have anything to be modest about spending it on others, but he is steady. He lives as if he didn’t pay attention to anyone around him. Mr. Savage, this is his nickname. His real name is Pilev Lesov. He has great prestige around here. Although he doesn’t have the strength to give orders to people, and he doesn’t even ask his contacts to listen to him, many people will listen to him happily. He almost never drinks. Different women sing very much. This person seems to have a lot of mysterious forces lurking in his body.Encountering everything, this man has never experienced this kind of outbreak in his life. He is not lucky enough to learn a lesson after death, so I am all wet. I am especially surprised that there is a mixture of innate fierceness and innate elegance in him, which I have never seen in others.
Speaking of which, the contractor came forward with his eyes half closed, and he sang in a high-pitched falsetto. His voice was very sweet and pleasant, though a little hoarse. His voice changed like a gyro and kept echoing. He kept turning from high to low and kept turning to high notes. He sang for a while and then stopped gradually, and then suddenly he sang the former tune with enthusiasm and boldness. He was very bold and funny when he changed his tune. The pedestrians would be very satisfied if the Germans listened to it. Germans love elegant music, but this is not a fancy singing method. This is Russian lyric tenor grammar. He sings a happy dance music. I call for a few lyrics through the endless decorative notes and consonants.
I am young.
To cultivate a small land
I am young.
Plant bright red flowers
He sang, and everyone listened attentively to him. He obviously felt that it was for pedestrians, so as the saying goes, people in our area are really good at singing. No wonder the beautiful and moving songs in orel Avenue and sergeyev Village are famous in Russia.
The contractor sang for a long time and didn’t cause a particularly strong impression on the audience. He lacked assistance and chorus. At last, at a particularly successful turning point, even Mr. Savage laughed. The fool couldn’t help crying with joy. Everyone was in a good mood. Blink and shout with the chorus. All right, come on, little boy, come on, come on, come on, little ghost, come on, come on, cheer up, you son of a bitch. You can’t wait. Nikolai Ivanchi shook his head left and right behind the counter with approval. The fool finally stamped his foot Step by step, twist your shoulders and dance. Yashka’s eyes burn like coals, and he shivers like leaves. Mr. Savage’s face is still motionless, but his eyes staring at the contractor are softer, although his mouth expression is still contemptuous.
The contractor saw that everyone was very satisfied. After singing coloratura, he tried hard to add decorative notes, and he tried hard to change his throat. When he was finally tired, he turned pale and sweaty, and he turned his back and sang the last high note. When everyone gradually stopped, everyone applauded like a giant thunder to answer him. The idiot threw his arms around his neck, and a pair of bony long arms made him breathless. Nikolai Ivanchi’s face flushed. He seemed to be getting younger, too. Yashka cried like crazy. Great. Even the farmer sitting next to me in a tattered robe couldn’t hold back. His fist slammed on the table and cried, Oh, my god, that’s fucking great, and he spat next to him
Hey, man, it’s beautiful. The idiot hugged the exhausted contractor tightly and cried, it’s beautiful. I didn’t say you won, man. You won. Your wine is yours. Yashka is far from you. I’m telling you, he’s far from you. Believe me, he hugged the contractor again.
Let him go, let him go, don’t pester him endlessly, blink angrily and say, let him sit on the bench for a while. Look, he’s tired, you stupid guy. You’re such an idiot. Why don’t you pester him?
Well, let him sit down for a while. I’ll do it. He has a toast. The fool said he would go to the counter and settle your account, man. He turned to the contractor and added.