The Three Comrades by Kristina Roy
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surprisedly at Ondrejko, that he dared to ask. Would not Bacha be
angry? "Did you think that I was sad?" Bacha stroked the golden hair surrounding the pale face of the child, which in the sunshine looked like a halo on a saint. "And were you not?" The blue eyes of the boy, like two lovely blue flowers, gazed into the black eagle-like eyes of the man. "Well, child, I was sad, and you have done well that you came to meet me. While I rest a while, recite to me the Gospel that you have learned." Both boys, one after the other, recited the parable of the rich man and Lazarus. "May I ask you, Bacha, to tell me why the rich man did not help Lazarus?" Petrik dared to ask. "Why? Because his heart was like a stone. The dogs were better than he. Remember that, children, and never do any harm to birds or animals; they are better than we. Now let us go." Bacha took Ondrejko by the hand and giving his book to Petrik they walked through the woods toward home. High above them in the clearing sounded the bells of the flock, and off and on the impatient barking of Whitie and Playwell, and in between sounded the trumpet of the youngest herdsman, Stephen. He played with such an ardor that it seemed the notes were running over; |
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