Inexplicably like this guy Twister! do not know why!
So I picked up the original book and translated the "Twister Biography".
Twister was originally called old Master Macey. He lived with his wife Queenie in a small village called lark rise.
Why call him Twister? He was called "slack-twisted" because of his sloppy, sickly, limp, and weird appearance, so he got the nickname of Twister. He has nothing to do with diligence, and it is said that "no matter how hard you die, you can't be exhausted."
He was thin, with thin legs, eyes like jackdaws, small, round, and sharp-eyed. He always wore the cotton velvet coat given to him by the hunting ground guard, and the tattered round politely had a peacock feather inserted in it, and a red and yellow scarf was tied under his ears. When he was young, he would take the nuts to the store to sell, and he was wearing this scarf.
This person is sometimes stupid, but the men in the village say that he is not really stupid. As long as someone is willing to buy him a glass of wine, he can do anything ugly; but when he gets home, he gets a straight face. As the saying goes: You can play the violin outside and hang it on the beam when you go home.
His wife, Queenie, naturally has a way to cure him. On Saturday night, he had to take home some copper plates, or on Sunday night, Queenie would spread a piece of cloth on the table, and the two of them sat down and stared: If you don't take the money back, you will have no food.
When he was young, Twister also did things like beating his wife. He was drunk, so he took off his belt and vented Queenie. Poor Queenie was in tears when she slept. But Queenie's will was not obliterated, she came up with an ancient method.
Early the next morning, when Twister was getting dressed, she found the belt was missing. Because I was a little ashamed, I didn't say anything, just found a rope to tie my pants, and went out to work. Queenie is still pretending to sleep next to her.
In the evening, Twister went home. The pie is ready and placed in front of him. A beautiful tulip shape was also made on the golden brown pie. I was beaten yesterday, and I am so well-behaved today. This pie seems to reflect the old saying: Wife and dog, the better.
Queenie smiled and said, "You come to cut it, I made it for you. Come on, don't be afraid to cut it, this one is for you." Then she turned around and pretended to look for something on the cupboard.
Twister cut, then jumped up. Inside the pie, there is his belt, which he used to beat his wife yesterday. "He was so scared that he got up and went out." Many years later, Queenie recalled this way: "But he was cured. For so many years, he didn't dare to touch me with a finger."
After this incident, Twister's madness became more serious. He was talking to himself as he walked, holding an opened folding knife in his hand. No one said to find him a doctor, but everyone became respectful when they met him.
Once, Twister was about to scare a young mother to death. She went to the yard to dry the clothes and left the baby in the cradle alone in the house. When I came back, I saw Twister sticking his head into the cradle cover, but he didn't see the baby. She dashed forward, planning for the worst in her heart. But I saw that silly old man raised his head with tears in his eyes: "Does he look like a little Jesus? Isn't he like a little Jesus?" As soon as the voice fell, the two-month-old baby woke up and smiled at him. That was the first time someone smiled at him.
That year, a blizzard hit, the snow was so thick and thick, and in some places as high as the roof, the road out of the village was blocked. In order to shovel the snow, everyone found a horse and put it on the cart. It was not dead, but the little boy in charge of the cart was gone. The men, women, and children were all out. Everyone dig and dig, thinking that they could dig out the boy's body in the snow. Twister is the hardest one, it seems to have used all his life's strength. They did not find the child, because when the snow was heavy, he got out of the car, wade through the snow, and went to the house in the neighboring village, forgetting the horse.
But the old Twister contracted pneumonia and died within half a month.
The evening after his death, Queenie came out of the house and came to her beehive. She knocked on the roof of each bellows and said, "Feng'er, Feng'er, your male owner has passed away. Now you have to work for your hostess."
The above are translated from Flora Thompson's autobiographical novel Lark Rise. The heart-wrenching sentence Queenie said when knocking on the beehive was also filmed in the PBS TV series Lark Rise to Candleford. The screenwriter didn't let Twister die like this, but let the fool who had given out the little legacy to come alive again.
After he came back alive, he said to people with that old face: Hey, you see I am not dead, or-give me back my hat?
What is old Twister worth? Just a dizzy countryman. But the person who wrote the story, thank you for leaving his clumsy and lovely back.
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