About the sound of cars. indicator. AMBRICOURT.
About dog barking.
About the sound of the cart. About the whistle in the cart population.
About the sound of the wooden cart carrying wine on the road.
About the sound of wine falling into the bottle when receiving wine.
About the sound of putting bread into the wine glass, the iron spoon and the glass of the wine glass collide. About the sound of the spoon on the table.
About the bell of the church, accompanied by a cock. Early in the morning, the old Fabregas walked to the sacristy. Regarding the sound of the old man punching his fist on the table.
Regarding the far distance, the chirping of chickens and the nearby, unknown bird calls. The priest biked to visit Tosi's priest. About the knock on the door. About the sound of closing doors.
About the opening of the door. The assistant came to the kitchen. About the assistant's foot on the floor. About the sound of chickens. Sounded, in an unknown distance. Regarding the conversation, the assistant gradually disappeared.
About the music of the accordion. About the laughter and brisk footsteps of young people. They passed outside the church, under the lighted window. In the middle of the night in the country, it was quiet, and there seemed to be cold.
Regarding the clear sound after blurring. About a dog bark. Sleepless at night.
About the crowing of a chicken that wakes up early. early morning. About the sound of cars on the road. Rugged.
About the far cry of the cock, the children stepped into the church. About the sound of children moving tables and chairs. In class, the chicken's cry is faintly discernible.
About the children's play and laughter.
About the sound of carriages. A carriage drove past the church.
About the sound of feet on the floor. The little assistant ran across the hall of the church. Surprisingly loud.
About the sound of opening and closing the iron gate. About dog barking. About the sound of the priest’s foot on the ground with fallen leaves. He went to visit the earl for the first time. In Miss Cheng Taier's thoughts, his footsteps were far rhythmic.
About the sound made by the earl when he closed the glass door. A conversation that ends without beginning.
About a continuous barking of dogs. Hunting. About a gunshot.
About the sound of the chair on the floor. The earl pulled a chair and sat down.
About footsteps. On the floor of the living room, louder than the conversation first.
About the sound of closing doors. The earl left.
About the sound of fingers knocking on the glass door. The priest visited the earl again.
About the sound of closing doors in the living room. The never-shown refusal.
About the sound of footsteps on the road. The priest leaves the earl's house.
About a dog barking in front of Dr. Dale Bend's house.
About the sound of cars driving through country roads. About the sound of water splashing in the puddle. Serafat and his friends stood on a dead wood. About the sound of schoolbags landing. Regarding the sound of Serafat's footsteps as he ran away. Muddy road.
About the sound of Miss Louise's feet on the floor of the church hall. About the sound of the chair on the floor.
About the sound of paper rubbing in your hands. About the rubbing of the paper in the book.
About the wind. It started to snow, another sleepless night. About the sound of footsteps going downstairs. In the middle of the night, the priest raised his lamp and went down.
About gunfire. The priest stopped the car and followed the sound. Death is near. About the sound of frights of animals.
About the sound of carriages. Regarding the ringing of the church bell after the funeral. About the sound of cars. Priest Tosi left, leaving the priest alone until the bell ended. About the closing of the church.
About the footsteps in the bedroom. About the sound of opening the window. Auditory hallucinations.
About footsteps. About the sound of opening the door. "You will keep your promise." Miss Cheng Taier walked out of the room. Walked across the room.
About the faint chicken cry. At the time of confession, the resentment that tried to be suppressed.
About footsteps and closing doors. Miss Cheng Taier hurriedly left.
About the sound of tongs touching charcoal. "She is very afraid of death," said the countess. Regarding the sound of the tongs on the floor.
About the sound of raking grass. Sounded in the conversation. "I am not as afraid of death as you are," the countess said again.
About the sound of letter opening. About the sound of folded letters. A secret sharing. "I am very happy".
About the ticking of the clock. Around 6:30. Interrupted diary. Was told about the death of the countess. About the rapid footsteps. Sounded and turned back in the room. About the sound of blowing lights. About the sound of walking down the stairs. Sounded soon.
About footsteps. The priest ran across the yard in a hurry. About the sound of the iron door closing.
About footsteps. The priest ran to the earl's house. Fallen leaves covered the ground.
About the sound of cars. About the sound of feet stepping on hay.
About whispers. The mourner's remarks.
About the sound of the priest closing the iron gate.
About footsteps. From the earl’s living room to the studio.
About the sound of opening the blinds. Sunlight. "The countess's armchair and the blackened diary are still in their original places." Regarding the heavy noise of the foot on the floor of the studio.
About the sound of turning the pages of the book. The countess' letter fell on the carpet.
About the sound of beating the quilt.
About dog barking. The priest and priest Tosi walked to the wooden shed among the olive trees. About the sound of blowing your nose. Weeping silently. About the sound of bells. Livestock are pastured. About dog barking.
About the clash of dry bread and iron bowl. About the clash of the iron bowl on the stove. About the sound of door opening and footsteps. Priest Tosi suddenly visited. About the sound of wine bottles falling to the ground. broken. About footsteps and closing doors. Priest Tosi leaves.
Regarding the cock. About Niu Moo. Muddy ground. Faserrat soaked the cloth corners in the water. "I dreamed of you last night. You looked pitiful, and I was crying when I woke up." The head was lowered, and the voice seemed to be elsewhere.
About the barking of dogs outside the church. About the early morning cock. Still clear. "When I woke up, I heard the crows of crows, and I felt better." "I was trembling all over because of fear of death." "I like the dawn, the beautiful dawn." The lonely and sensitive soul writes about itself Gained a short-term happiness. While fearing death, while experiencing spiritual joy and satisfaction.
About the sound of motorcycles ringing outside the window. About the crash of the basket. Regarding the noise made when picking up debris. A farewell without farewell.
About the sound of opening the iron door of the church. Small iron gate. The footsteps are still strong.
About footsteps. The priest walked on a flat road. In the daytime, the shadow moves. The wind slowly moved the scarf. About the sound of motorcycles. From far to near. About the sound of a motorcycle galloping.
About the bells of the railway station and the fine chirping of birds. A long cry about the train. From the time he pushed his bicycle to the motorcycle to drive him away, after the snowfall season, he didn't use the lights.
About the sound of trams. "I walked straight forward." About the car's whistle.
About the sound of tables and chairs moving on the floor in the church. About ringtones.
About the friction of the train on the rails. Glide and stop.
About the sound of the stove turning off and the clash of tea sets. Woman packs up tea cup and leaves.
A long cry about the train. Quiet time for coffee. "I miss my house, and the bird's cry in the morning."
About the siren of the train. About the sound of stepping down the stairs. The priest leaves the lounge.
About footsteps. Night, darkness, and silence.
About the sound of footsteps up the stairs. slow.
About the sound of opening the door. The priest walked into the pharmacy. Regarding the sound of glass and iron being collided. "If I were you, if I had to go against myself, I would rather it be the life of the woman I love than my own." The young body is about to die, and speaking becomes difficult, and the soul is about to die. Make a confession with a resolute attitude.
A soul who wants to avoid some kind of pain. A soul that shed silent tears.
His stubbornness makes people sad, almost sad. This time he no longer used monologues, no longer talked like friends. He was talking to another patient—they were almost strangers. It turns out that there are too many secrets for a soul, and we always know too little.
About the footsteps of Dean Dufredy approaching the bed.
About the sound of the book falling on the floor. About the sound of the pencil falling on the notebook. About the sound of the book spreading on the floor. The pastor failed to pick up the notebook.
The sound of footsteps on the room. Still slow. About the footsteps outside the window. Crisp and rhythmic. A long beep about the train.
About the country. About a young priest and his diary.
In fact, the translation is wrong, he is a priest.
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