Why it never ends

Chapter 129 Women's Eyes
"When she was in her natal family, she was sheltered by her father and brother as a 'daughter'. Since her father violated the rules of being the head of the family, her brother killed and replaced her corrupt father; when she married someone, she It has become the private property of the 'husband', so it is only natural for the husband to beat her.

"I can even say that if one day Aksinya's brother asks for a wife, if he beats his wife like Stepan beat Aksinya, then this woman will immediately fall into the same trap. Fate—because in the Cossacks, no one can take away a man's right to beat his wife.

"There is no Aksinia's revenge in this, only the change of power. The person who controls her destiny changes from her father to her brother, then to her husband, to her lover. Everyone of them agrees with this set of rules, including Ah. Kexinia herself—her only rebellion is that although she also believes that she is a slave and a vassal, she dares to betray her established 'master' and choose and follow a 'new master'."

Hesta took a deep breath, and she didn't notice that her voice became faster and more passionate.

Ava stared deeply at Hesta, "Are you angry, Eureka?"

The entire glass house fell into silence, and everyone's expressions became quiet. Some of them looked at Hesta, and some looked down at their own toes, and their eyes were lit with a hazy fire.

"How can this not make people angry? The whole village, the whole land, all the men, women, old people, children - no one is innocent, they are all complicit!"

The knuckles of Hesta's index finger tapped the cover of "The Mountains", "Everyone maintains a cage together. In this cage, the woman who has been drained of everything is the 'mother', and the chaste and hardworking woman is the 'Wife', a chaste and young woman is 'daughter'.

"Other than these three categories, the rest are 'bitches', are 'bitches', are 'long-tailed maggots', are 'sluts' - and all 'bitches' 'bitches' 'long-tailed maggots' and ' The things that sluts do... are nothing but the most mundane routines of the lives of all 'noble Cossack men'—"

Ava was the first to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Alja looked at Ava, and she asked in a low voice, "Do you think what Eureka said is wrong?"

"No, she's absolutely right," Ava whispered, her eyes flicking to Hesta, "Eureka, what should I say? You're so lucky you're enviable. Yes, you don't have a father, no Brother, no husband, no son...so you were born with 'female eyes'."

"Female eyes..." Hesta didn't understand, "everyone here has a pair of female eyes."

"We cut it open with our own knives," Ava said lightly, "every pair of eyes that opened here are filled with blood and tears from the past."

Ava leaned on the chair and stood up from her seat. She walked slowly through the narrow space of the glass house, stopped in front of the window, and stared at the night outside the window.

"When I was very young, my father taught me and several brothers and sisters that people should not only look for role models around themselves, but also look for them in a wider world, whether it comes from real history or fictional stories. or other.

"Find a great person and let him become your spiritual coordinate, then from now on, you will never get lost on the road of life.

"I read "The Mountains Under the Storm" for the first time when I was nine years old. It took me one day and one night to read the entire eight volumes of "The Mountains"... At that time I was completely unaware Anything wrong, on the contrary, I was immersed in this magnificent epic, and until now I can't forget the shock that the word 'Cossack' brought to me back then, Cossack, a Turkic word, means 'people who are free everywhere'."

Hesta frowned, "...so what are the 'coordinates' you found?"

Ava laughed, with self-deprecating, "Who else, of course, is the hero of "The Mountains", Gregory. I remember, for a whole month, I became a 'spiritual Cossack' '."

Hesta looked at Ava and was speechless for a moment.

Ava took a deep breath, she turned around, looked at the crowd under the light, and said softly:

"'Only the weed grows on the earth like this, sucking the milk of the life-creating earth, accepting indifferently the caress of the sun and the ravages of bad weather. Docilely falling under the deadly blows of the storm. Then, the seed Scattered to the wind, dying with the same indifference, rustling the withered grass salutation to the autumn sun that shines on death.'”

Ava recited her most familiar and favorite passages, slowly walking past everyone.The bright yellow lamp cast a faint shadow behind her.The old man's voice is so sonorous and powerful, it reminds people of a battle flag fluttering in the wind.

"If you have read another District [-] novel, Children of the Storm, you may understand my childhood preference for Gregory better—Paul Korchagin in "Children" is like a standing The person in the light of the times, Gregory in "The Mountains" is the shadow cast on the ground. Although they are all involved in the torrent of the times, there is always Zhu Helai by Kochakin's side, and Zhu Helai has become His spiritual mentor is like a father and a dear friend-while Gregory Stockmann parted ways with him early.

"Paul Korchagin is a chosen and loved person, while Gregory is like a weed. He has to be pushed and pushed in the wind of the times to make a choice. No one cares about his life or death, but , he doesn't care at all.

"There is a kind of cold savagery in him. The sun caresses him, and he never appreciates it. The wind and rain destroy him, and he takes it as usual. So I like this character, like it to death."

Hesta gritted his teeth suddenly.

It wasn't until this moment that she suddenly realized why when Ava asked her the reason why "you didn't put it down for a moment", she couldn't answer—under the dislike of Gregory, she also felt that Ava The so-called "indifferent bravery", this love-hate conflict made her not know how to speak for a while.

Perhaps it looked ugly and cruel, even with a kind of animal inferiority, but this shameless barbarity stirred up shocking waves in Hesta's heart.

Everything about the Cossacks reminded her irresistibly of her life in Drumming Alley. Outside of old Charlie’s backyard, the entire Drumming Alley was dark and strict. That kind of life was like a nightmare branded in her childhood, cruel and enduring.

Now, these distant pasts are pulling her, like the magic flute at midnight, making her hold the book involuntarily and flip through the pages.

(End of this chapter)