[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

On the night the Indian gentleman moved in next door, there was a rare sunset in the sky.Leaning out of the attic windows, glorious sunsets are in sight.The last rays of the setting sun painted the clouds and the sky, and the sunset glow was dyed in various colors-bright red, gold, purple, rose.White clouds cannot escape the capture of the sun, like mountains and seas, piled up on the blue sky.The sky is like a dome, as if it is shrouded above people's heads, and the sparrows are chirping on the tiles, rendering a gentle sentiment in this fairyland-like beauty.

It just so happened that there wasn't much work that day, so Sara and Anya saw this scene in their attic at the same time.Anya always had a premonition that this would have something to do with the impending change; and it just so happened that Sara felt the same way.

"It's a magnificent sunset," Sara said softly, as if talking to herself. "It almost frightens me—as if something strange was about to happen. Magnificent sunsets always scare me." Have this feeling."

Anya withdrew her gaze from the sunset and carefully observed everything around her.Just a few yards away, there was a peculiar sound—like the squeaking of a monkey.When Anya looked at the attic window next door, she also happened to see such a monkey.

The little monkey was hugged by a strong man, wearing a white robe and a white hood.From the dark complexion, it was easy to see that he was an Indian.

"An Indian sailor," said Sara, looking at him with interest and a good-natured smile.

Sara's smile was undoubtedly pleasant and reassuring, and the Indian valet quickly showed her bright teeth and returned the same smile.He let go of the monkey in his arms and wanted to salute her, but the monkey suddenly jumped out from Nurse Huang, passed the slate tiles connecting the two attics, and jumped into their attic.

Sara smiled happily, hugged it, and watched the little monkey jump around in her room.Anya had an idea in her mind, and asked bluntly, "What are you going to do with it, Sara?"

"Oh, I like it very much—but you know, it has to be returned to its owner," said Sara, laughing, her eyes twinkling. "I don't know if it belongs to that Indian gentleman, or this A sailor—let me ask him."

Sara leaned out of the window again, and said to the Indian in the language she knew as a child, "Will it let me catch it?"

Anya had never been to India, so of course she couldn't understand her.However, when that melodious voice sounded, the surprise and joy on the black face of the Indian servant was very surprising.I heard my accent in a foreign country, and it still came from such a lovely young lady.He was already used to the way of getting along with European children, and he respectfully thanked him endlessly, expressing his thoughts politely.He introduced himself as Ram Dass, and if Sara allowed it and didn't think it was a reckless act, then he was willing to enter the lady's room over the roof and capture the little monkey back.

Sarah relayed his words to Anya, and the brilliance on her face was something Anya hadn't seen for a long time.Anya speculated that she might have recalled her father from this Indian servant, and recalled her childhood life... She stroked Sarah's hair lovingly, and said goodbye to her with a smile, so that she could have Some alone time with Indian servants.

Anya was not worried about what would happen. Ram Dass was a very simple Indian native.Besides, facing Sarah, even the devil will soften his heart... Except for Ms. Minchin, who was born at odds with Sarah, only Lavinia, who is very jealous, can't understand her.However, despite all the grievances, they must admit that Sarah is a real little princess.

Sara gave Ram Dass permission to enter her room through the window.He quickly caught the little monkey and thanked Sara deeply.Even though he had discovered how shabby her room was, he still treated her with the same respect as the daughter of an Indian maharajah.After saluting again, he carried the monkey through the skylight and climbed back along the roof.

Ram Dass aroused Sarah's memories of the past, but Anya was called down again by Ms. Minchin.As soon as she came downstairs, Miss Minchin shouted sharply, "Rebecca! You haven't cleaned the kitchen! Go and clean everything up!"

If it was normal, Anya would walk away silently and go to the kitchen; however, today, she did not intend to compromise like that, but looked at Ms. Minqin and smiled slightly: "Dear Madam, may I ask why you are doing this?" send me?"

Ms. Minchin never imagined that this would be the case.She stared into those dead fish eyes and said sharply: "What! You damn kitchen girl! What are you asking me? I feed you and give you a place to eat and live with good intentions, but you ask me such words ? Go to work! Those jobs are yours to do!"

"I'm a person, not an object, and I'm not your slave." Anya still smiled, her back straightened, and said sarcastically, "Your glory days are coming to an end soon, enjoy this last moment of showing off your power to the fullest Bar."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked towards the kitchen, her steps were light and her figure was tall and straight, like a noble princess.

Ms. Minchin looked at her back in astonishment, never expecting that she would dare to say such words to herself.Did she hear something?

For the first time, Ms. Minchin was disturbed by the orphan girl she had picked up.

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Maybe it was Anya who stimulated Ms. Minqin, or maybe it was the low self-esteem that had accumulated in her heart for a long time.The next morning, when Sara finished teaching her primary school students and packed up her French exercise books, she encouraged herself with the fantasy of a princess as always, but the pride and patience in her eyes deeply hurt Ms. Minchin s eyes.She rushed forward and slapped Sarah indiscriminately.

It took Sarah a long time to restrain herself with the pride of a princess, not to cry out on the spot, or to make some gaffes.This is the only thing she can grasp in the face of adversity, and it is this that can make her straighten her back, be kind and courteous as always, so as not to forget her self-esteem and degenerate into a real slave.As a child, her behavior was effective and not easy.Under such circumstances, she was able to smile softly, which made Ms. Minchin even more angry.

"What are you laughing at, you bold, impudent child!"

Sara was also filled with indignation.When Ms Minchin asked her to ask her forgiveness, Sarah said: "You don't know what you're doing - what would happen if I were a princess and you slapped me - if I were a princess , then no matter what I say or do, you will never dare to be like just now—how surprised and terrified you would be if you suddenly found—”

Ms. Minchin couldn't help thinking of Anya's abnormal behavior last night, and Sara's brave resistance also made her wonder if something really happened after that—some unusually powerful force was really pushing it.So she couldn't help but exclaimed: "What? What did you find?"

Sarah looked up at her and said calmly, "Finding that I am really a princess and capable of anything - people and things I like."

Everyone in the classroom looked at her with wide eyes, but Ms. Minchin's heart was blocked by panic and anger.She reprimanded Sarah and told her to go back to her room at once.

Sara accepted the punishment calmly, bowed slightly, and said calmly: "Please forgive me for laughing, if this is considered rude,"

After she finished speaking, she turned back and walked up the stairs without hesitation, and walked towards her humble attic.When she was sitting alone in the cold attic, sitting on the cold bed and talking to her mouse friend, she never expected that in the next door, in the light she yearned for and envied, someone was also talking about looking at her.

"I must find her," said the sick Indian gentleman, with a distressed expression, "I must do this—help me find her, help me."

"But the school must be in Paris?"

"I have reason to believe so—her mother is French, and I've heard that she wants her children to be educated in Paris. She can only seem to be there."

His lawyer, Mr. Carmichael, head of the "extended family" next door, said: "Ah, then that might be quite—"

But an idea suddenly drilled into his head.He seemed to hear a bewitching voice, a soft, melodious voice that blew like a breeze but enveloped his entire brain like a cloud of mist: "Why can't it be in London? Captain Crewe has been to London... He could find a school for his child in London, and a French teacher for her..."

He couldn't help saying: "But why can't it be in London?"

The sick gentleman—Mr. Callisford looked at him in surprise: "But—is it possible?"

"I think the possibility is quite high." Mr. Carmichael's eyes were a little blank, but his words were very firm. "Captain Crewe has been to London. Maybe he found a school for his children in London. It is possible that he Thinking I'd be able to pick up the baby soon - didn't expect that to happen."

Mr Callisford said bitterly: "It's my fault... if it wasn't for me..."

"Anyway, we can look for a few more places," Mr. Carmichael reassured him. "Perhaps Miss Crewe is somewhere near us—maybe she's in a boarding school. Isn't there a boarding school next to us? I think I can visit the headmasters and look for some clues."

"I believe it helps," said the poor Indian gentleman.

Mr. Carmichael took his leave.He fell asleep drowsily after he got home, feeling extra tired today.