She put her can of wine on the ground and went into the room to get four small glasses, one with a mixture of salt, sugar, black pepper and red pepper. She wrapped the paper and smeared the mixture on the meat, and then buried the meat in the ashes of the bonfire. After that, she sat next to Ida. Her skirt was already filthy and sitting in the dust would not be dirtier.
When the meat was still barbecued, they all drank a little apple wine, and then Stebrod brought his little piano, shook it, listened to the quack inside, and then pushed it against the baboon, pulling a note and tightening a chord. When he did this, the boy sat up straight, grabbed his instrument and played a string of pleasant phrases. Stebrod played a low but light pitch.
When he finished, Ada said sad sogeum
Ruby looked at her as if she were funny.
That’s what my father called it. Ida explained that she went on to say that unlike ordinary priests, they opposed the sogeum as a sin and regarded the instrument as a devil’s box. Monroe despised it from an aesthetic point of view. He commented that the sogeum sounded the same and the names were all strange
That’s me, Ginst Broder said. He played a few more phrases and then said, This is my song. I named it Drunk Black Slave. Its tune is unstable, rotary and incoherent, and it almost doesn’t need the left hand to hold the bow and move wildly, just like a person is resisting a deer jumping around him.
Stebrod played some other songs. Generally speaking, they are a kind of strange music with strong rhythm, but most of them are not suitable for dancing. For Ruby, the only way to play the piano music is to dance with Ada. Ruby sat together and listened to Rubira’s holding it in Ada’s hand. He absently removed Ada’s bracelet and put it back in Ada’s hand for a while.
Stebrod changed the pitch and reported their names before playing. Gradually Ada Ruby wondered whether they heard these songs together and whether they constituted him in the war years. Some of these songs were like my gun, pillow, push the bullet, and get drunk for six nights. Don’t sell it. Razor wound. Ladies of Richmond, farewell to General Li.
In summary of this column, he played another stone bed song named after him, which was mainly composed of scratching sounds. The middle rhythm advanced and retreated in circuitous bars, and a lot of syncopation was intermittent. Except for a moment when Stebrod raised his head and recited the title three times, these songs had no lyrics. The boy Pong gently played a few rolling solos with a sense of music, and then gently pressed the strings with the most flesh of his thumb and forefinger to silence.
Although this song is crude, Ada found that she was moved by it. She believed that it was better than whether she was talking about Pier Street or Milan Opera House in the Opera House. Once she heard those more moving Ginst Broder play it, she believed that it could lead people to a better life and one day be able to get a satisfying life. Ada hoped that she could capture what she heard today by a means like a camera, so that it could be kept for future people to listen when they needed it to represent everything.
As the song approached the end, Stebrod raised his head as if he were watching the stars, but his eyes were closed, and the piano leaned against his chest. At the end of the song, the strings twitched rapidly, and his mouth suddenly opened, but instead of laughing or screaming like Ada expected, he showed a deep and long-lasting smile.
He finished playing the piano, held his bow in the middle and stopped at the position when he played a young note. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the others in the firelight. At this moment, he was relaxed and smiling like a saint, and his attitude towards his talent was moderate and appropriate, just as he had happily admitted that every time he played well, he should always be better. The war would be a bitter memory.
It will be good for you to play the music, Pong said to Ida, and then seemed shocked that he had spoken directly to her. His horse drew back his head and turned his eyes to the forest.
We are going to perform the last finale, said Stebrod.
He played the instrument and took off his hat to show that a song was sacred. It was the gospel song Stebrod who sang first. Pong then trained the boy to have a natural drake voice. Pong’s way of covering some of Stebrod’s passages quickly and quickly as a tenor may be regarded as a dramatic effect after another set of different thinking bodies. Most of their voices collided with each other and then they coordinated slowly, and then they cooperated and resonated deeply. This song is about us. How dark life is, how cold and turbulent it is, and how there is no solution. This is what makes people feel endless obstruction at the end. Contrary to this type of song, at the last cut, it does not depict a bright future and leads people to hope. It seems that there is a lack of an important paragraph, but the duet ends in a brotherly warmth and sweetness, which is enough for them to continue living despite the depression of this song.
He put his hat back on. Deist Broder raised a glass of Ruby and poured him a little apple wine. Then he stopped, while his index finger touched the back of her hand and looked at Ida. It was a gentle gesture, and later he realized that it was just to urge the other party to pour more wine.
When the red Venus rose from the back of Jonas Ridge, the bonfire had burned into a pile of charcoal. Ruby announced that the meat was cooked. She raked it from the ashes, and the spices had formed a hard shell around the beef. Ruby put it on a stake knife and cut it into thin slices according to the beef pattern. It was pink and dripped with juice. They didn’t have a plate or other auxiliary food fingers to grab it and eat it. After eating, they wiped the cup hands with papyrus.
Later, Stebrod buttoned his shirt, grabbed the collar and shook the jacket flat in turn. He took off his hat, brushed two locks of hair on both sides of his temples behind his head, and then put the hat back on.
Ruby looked at him and said to no one in particular that he wanted someone to help him.
Stebrod said I wanted to talk to you and ask you for some help.
Oh, she said
Well, I need to take care of Stebrod, he said.
You drank all the wine.
Well, it’s still a lot practical. He said I was afraid.
He explained that he was worried about the robbery and that they would be punished by the law. The deserters elected a new leader and a determined man. He was eloquent and they believed that he had fought in this war. They were not as simple as they were. They had been defiled because they blindly fought against the slaves because of the human weakness that the rich people hated them. They used to be a group of fools, but now they wake up. They have been talking about it all the time. They gathered around the campfire like a class and discussed that they should fight for their own interests after they agreed. They will not be easily taken back to the army.
He made our department swear to die like a dog in the future. Stebrod said that I would bite the enemy’s throat even if I died, but I don’t want to leave one army and join another.
Stebrod decided that he, Pong, would leave there soon to find other refuge. What he needed from that combat team was a guarantee that he could get food and shelter in a barn in bad weather. Maybe he needed some money from time to time until the war was over and he could come back from the ground.
Eat grass roots, Ruby said. Drink water from the mud pit and sleep in the tree hole.
That’s all you have for your fath, said Stebrod.