The Death of a Small Civil Servant (Chinese Version)

First, the death of a small civil servant.

Chekhov

On a clear night, Ivan Dmitry chervyakov, a happy civilian, sat in the second row of the theater and watched the operetta "The Bell of Corgnet Willie" through a telescope. He saw the performance and felt very happy. But suddenly ... this kind of "but suddenly" often appears in novels. The author is right: life is indeed full of accidents. But suddenly, his face wrinkled, his eyes rolled up, and his breathing stopped ... He put down his telescope, lowered his head, and ... Achoo! ! ! He sneezed. Look at that. No one can stop sneezing whenever and wherever. The plowman sneezes, the sheriff sneezes, and sometimes even dignitaries are inevitable. Everyone sneezes. Chervyakov took his time, took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. He looked around like a polite person: Did he sneeze at anyone? But then he couldn't help but panic. He saw a little old man sitting in the first row of seats in front of him, wiping his bald head and neck with gloves and muttering something. Chervyakov recognized this man as a dogmatic civilian, General briza Love, who worked in the Ministry of Communications.

"My sneeze spilled on him!" Chervyakov thought, "Although he is not my boss and belongs to other departments, it is always inappropriate. You should apologize to him. "

Chervyakov coughed, leaned forward and whispered in the general's ear:

"Please forgive me, my breath spilled on you ... I didn't mean to ..."

"Nothing, nothing ..."

"For God's sake, please forgive me. You know I ... I didn't mean to ... "

"Oh, please sit down! Let people listen! "

Chervyakov panicked. He smirked and began to look at the stage. He watched the performance, but he was no longer happy. He began to feel uneasy. During the intermission, he approached briza Love and walked around him. Finally, he restrained his timidity and muttered:

"I spilled all over you, my Lord ... please forgive me ... you know I ... I didn't mean to ..."

"Oh, that's enough! ..... I forgot, why do you always mention it! " The general said, leaving his lips impatiently.

(1) French composer pruni (1847-1903) operetta.

"He said he forgot, but how fierce his eyes are!" Chervyakov thought, looking at him suspiciously from time to time. "Don't even want to say words. I should explain to him that I didn't mean it at all ... it's a natural law ... otherwise, he will think that I spit on him on purpose. He doesn't think so now, and he will definitely think so in the future! ……"

After returning home, chervyakov told his wife about his gaffes. He felt that his wife was too rash about what happened. She was frightened at first, but she was relieved to hear that briza Love belonged to "other departments".

"But you'd better apologize," she said. "He will think that you have misbehaved in public!"

"That's right! I just apologized, but he was a little strange ... he didn't say a word he heard. Moreover, there is no time to elaborate. "

The next day, chervyakov put on his new uniform, shaved his face and went to briza Loff to explain ... When he entered the general's reception room, he saw many people asking to meet him. The general is among them, and has already started to meet. After asking several people, the general looked up at chervyakov.

"Yesterday at Al Kaggia (1) Theater, if adults remember," the general affairs officer began to report, "I sneezed and accidentally spilled ... please ..."

"What nonsense! ..... God knows what happened! " The general turned to the next visitor and said, "What can I do for you?"

"He doesn't want to talk!" Chervyakov turned pale and thought, "It seems that he is angry ... no, he can't let it go like this ... I want to explain it to him ..."

When the general received the last visitor and was about to return to the back room, chervyakov followed him and began to mumble:

"My Lord! If I dare to disturb your honor, it can be said that it is only out of regret ... I didn't mean to, please forgive me, your honor! "

The general made a face and waved.

"You're joking, sir!" The general said that the door was gone.

"How is this a joke?" Chervyakov thought, "This is no joke at all! As a general, but unreasonable! In that case, I will never apologize to this pretentious person again! Fuck it! I'm going to write him a letter and never come again! Really, never come again! "

Chervyakov thought so and went home. But the letter to the general was not written. After much deliberation, I can't figure out how to write this letter. The next day I had to explain to the general himself.

(1) a continent in ancient Greece, residents to raise sheep as a profession. Yu: A place of comfort.

"I came to disturb your honor yesterday," the general began to mutter when he raised his questioning eyes to him. "I'm not joking like you said. I've come to apologize because I spilled all over you when I sneezed, my Lord ... Speaking of joking, I never thought about it. Do you dare to joke next time? If we really joke, in that case, there is no respect for adults ... not to mention ... "

"Get out of here! ! "Suddenly, the general turned blue and shouted with trembling.

"What, my Lord?" Chervyakov asked in a low voice, he was stunned.

"Get out of here! ! "The general stamped his foot and shouted again.

Chervyakov felt something broken in his stomach. He saw nothing, heard nothing, and retreated to the door step by step. He came to the street, trudging ... He came home in a daze, didn't take off his uniform, fell on the sofa, and ... died.

2. The Man in the Condom Chekhov

My colleague Rykov, a Greek teacher, died just two months ago in our city. You must have heard of him. He is really strange. Even on the sunny day, he wears rain boots and an umbrella, and he must wear a warm cotton-padded coat. He always puts his umbrella in a cover and his watch in a gray deerskin cover. Even the pencil sharpener is put in a small box. His face seems to be covered with condoms, too, because he always hides it in an upright collar. He wears black glasses, a sweater and cotton in his ears. As soon as he gets into the carriage, he always asks the coachman to pull up the hood. In a word, this man always wants to wrap himself in a shell, as if to make a condom for himself, so that he can be isolated from the world and not affected by the outside world. Real life stimulates him and scares him, which always makes him fidgety. Perhaps to defend his timidity and hatred of reality, he always praises things that have never existed in the past; In fact, for him, the ancient language he taught, that is, rain boots and umbrellas, made him escape from real life.

Did Rykov try to hide his thoughts in a condom? Only when the government's notice and newspaper articles stipulate what is forbidden can he feel clearly. Seeing a notice forbidding middle school students from going to the streets after 9 pm, he felt very clear and understood: this kind of thing is forbidden, well, that's it. However, he felt that in the official approval or acquiescence, there were always suspicious elements and hidden elements that were not fully revealed. Whenever a drama club, reading room or teahouse is opened in the city with the approval of the authorities, he always shakes his head and whispers, "Sure, but don't make trouble."

Anything that violates laws, regulations and rules, although seemingly irrelevant to him, makes him unhappy. If one of his colleagues is late for church prayer, or hears rumors that middle school students are making trouble, he is always in a panic and keeps saying, don't make trouble. At the academic meeting, his caution, doubt and pure condom-like arguments simply overwhelmed us. What he said, whether it is a boys' school or a girls' school, young people are fidgeting, and the classroom is noisy-alas, I only hope that this matter will not reach the ears of the authorities, and I only hope that nothing will happen. He thinks it is appropriate to expel Petrov in the second grade and yegorov in the fourth grade. Guess what? He surrendered to us with a sigh, depression and glasses on his pale little face, so we had to give in, lower the moral scores of Petrov and yegorov and lock them up. Later, they were fired. Our teachers are all afraid of him. Believe it or not. Our teacher is a thoughtful and decent person, trained by Turgenev and Shedelin, but this little guy who always wears rain boots and an umbrella has ruled the whole middle school for fifteen years! But what is Duzhi Middle School? The whole city is under his rule! Our wives here will not hold a family drama party until Saturday, for fear that he will hear it; Priests dare not eat meat or play cards in front of him. Under the influence of people like Rykov, the whole city lived in fear for ten to fifteen years, fearing everything. They dare not speak loudly, write letters, make friends, read books, help the poor or teach people to read and write. ...

Don't Rykov, I live in the same house. His bedroom is quite small, like a box, with curtains hanging on the bed. As soon as he went to bed, he put the quilt over his head. The room was hot and stuffy, the wind pushed the closed door, the stove buzzed, and there was a sigh in the kitchen-an ominous sigh ... He was lying under the quilt, shivering, afraid of what would happen, afraid that thieves would sneak in. He had nightmares all night. When we went to school together in the morning, he was listless and pale. The crowded school he went to obviously filled him with fear and hatred; Walking side by side with me is obviously a torment for such a lonely person.

However, the man wearing a condom almost got married. A new history and geography teacher, a native Ukrainian named Mikhail Savage kovalenko, has been sent to our school. He came with his sister Valenka. Later, due to the best efforts of the principal's wife, Hua Lian Ka began to clearly show her feelings for our dear Rykov. In love, especially in marriage, encouragement always plays a great role. Everyone-his colleagues and their wives-began to lobby Bobby Rykov to get married. Besides, Hualien cards are not ugly and attractive. She is the daughter of a fifth-class civil servant and has land and real estate; Most importantly, she was the first woman to treat him sincerely and affectionately. So he lost his mind and decided

Engaged.

But Valenka's younger brother hated Bobby Rykov from the first day he met him.

Now, listen to what happened next. A narrow-minded ghost drew a cartoon showing Rykov walking with an umbrella, rain boots and trouser legs rolled up, holding Hualianka in his arms. There is an inscription below: "apes in love." You know, those eyes are very similar. That painter must have painted for more than one night, because the teachers in the boys' school and the girls' school, the teachers in the gods' school and the immortals in the yamen all received a copy. No, Rykov has one, too. This cartoon made him extremely embarrassed.

We walked out of the dormitory together; It was Sunday, May 1 day. Students and teachers agreed to meet at school in advance, and then went to a small forest in the suburbs together. We were taken aback, and his face turned blue, darker than the dark clouds.

"There are such vicious bad people in the world!" He said, his lips trembling.

I even sympathize with him. Let's go. Let's go. Suddenly, G Varenko came by bike, and behind him, Hua Lianka came by bike. Red-faced, tired, but happy and cheerful.

"Let's go first!" She cried. "What fine weather! How cute, so cute! " .

They walked away and disappeared. Don't Rykov's face turned from blue to white. He stopped and looked at me.

"What's going on? Or maybe my eyes deceived me? Is it wrong for middle school teachers and young ladies to ride bicycles? "

"What's wrong with that?" I asked, "Let them ride bicycles and have fun."

"But how is that possible?" He cried and was surprised to see me calm. "What are you talking about?"

He seemed very confused, refused to go any further and went home.

The next day, he always rubbed his hands absently and shivered; It is obvious from his face that he is ill. He left before school, which was the first time in his life. He didn't have lunch. In the evening, he put on warm clothes and went to Ke Varenko's home. When Valenka was not at home, she only met her brother.

"Please sit down!" Ke Varenko said coldly with a frown. Rykov sat silently for ten minutes, and then spoke:

"I'm here to see you, but I have something on my mind. I am very distressed, very distressed. A malicious guy drew an absurd cartoon about me and another person who is close to you and me. I think it's my duty to assure you that I have nothing to do with it. ..... I didn't do anything to deserve such ridicule-on the contrary, my behavior has always been a gentleman in all aspects. "

Ke Varenko sat there sulking and saying nothing. Don't Rykov waited for a while, then lowered his voice and said in a sad voice, "Besides, I have something to talk to you about. I have worked here for many years, and you just came recently; Since I am a colleague older than you, I think I have an obligation to give you a piece of advice. Your pastime of cycling is definitely not suitable for young educators! "

"What do you think?" Ke Varenko asked. "Don't this still use to explain, mihajlovic, savage, isn't this taken for granted? If teachers ride bicycles, what good things can they expect students to do? All they can do is turn around and walk with their heads! Since the government has not issued a notice to allow it, it can't be done. I was scared yesterday! My eyes turned black as soon as I saw your sister. A young lady, or a girl, riding a bike-it's terrible! "

"What do you want?"

"I only have one thing to do, and that is to advise you, Mikhail Savage. You are a young man, and you have a great future. You must be very, very careful about your actions. You are so so so so, alas, so so! When you go out in an embroidered shirt, people often see you walking around the street with a book: What kind of bike do you ride now? The headmaster will say that you and your sister ride bicycles, and then this matter will spread to the inspector's ears ... will this have a good end? "

"When it comes to riding a bike with my sister, it's nobody else's business." Ke Varenko blushed and said, "Whoever cares about my private affairs, just tell him to get out!"

Rykov looks pale and stands up. "I can't go on talking to me in this tone." He said, "I beg you, don't talk like that when you talk about your boss in front of me;" You should respect your boss. "

"Did I say something bad to my boss?" Ke Varenko looked at him angrily and asked. "Please avoid me. I am an aboveboard person and don't want to talk to a gentleman like you. I don't like people who make irresponsible remarks behind their backs. "

Rykov took his time and put on his coat in a hurry, with a frightened expression on his face. This is the first time in his life that he has heard such mean words from others.

"Whatever you say, it's up to you." As he walked out of the door and walked to the stairs, he said, "It's just that I have to tell you in advance: maybe someone overheard our conversation." In order to avoid our conversation being misunderstood and causing any trouble, I have to report our conversation to the headmaster-explain the main idea. No way. "

"Report him? Go ahead, just report it! "

Ke Varenko grabbed his front collar behind him and gave him a hard push. Rykov went downstairs heavily in rain boots. The stairs were high and steep, but he rolled down the stairs unharmed and stood up. Touch his nose to see if his glasses are broken. However, when he rolled downstairs, it happened that Hua Lian Card came back with two ladies. They stood downstairs, stunned. This is more terrible than anything in Rykov. I believe he would rather break his neck and leg than be teased by others. Yes, in this way, the whole city will know about it, and it will also reach the ears of the principal and the inspector. Oh, there may be trouble! Maybe there will be another cartoon, which will eventually make him be ordered to retire. ……

It was not until he stood up that Hualian Card recognized him. She looked at his funny face, wrinkled coat and rain boots. She doesn't understand what happened. She thought he fell down by accident, so she couldn't help laughing. Laughter resounded through the house:

"Ha ha ha!"

This loud and clear "hahaha" ended everything: the expected marriage and human life in Rykov. He didn't hear what Valenka said or see anything. As soon as he got home, the first thing he did was to take the photo of Hua Lianka off the table. Then he went to bed and never got up.

A month later, don't Rykov died. We all went to the funeral.

We must be honest; Burying people like Rykov is a pleasure. When we came back from the cemetery, we showed a sad and humble face; No one will show a happy mood. That feeling, when we were children a long time ago, when adults were not at home, we went to the garden to play for an hour or two and enjoyed complete freedom.

We are happy to go home from the cemetery. However, it hasn't been a week, and life has returned to the old, as depressing, boring and messy as before. Things are not much better. In fact, although we buried another Rykov, there are still many people who use this condom, and I don't know how many will remain in the future!

3. chameleon

Police officer Otchumelov, wearing a new military coat and carrying a small bag, crossed the market square. He was followed by a policeman.

Tea, with brown-red hair and thick Luo, is full of confiscated gooseberry. The air was silent.

Quiet. ..... There is not even a figure in the square. Shops and hotels open their doors and listlessly face the world created by God.

The world is like a hungry mouth. There is not even a begging bow near the store door.

"How dare you bite, damn it!" Otchumelov suddenly heard the sound. "Guys, don't let go! such as

Bite! Not today! Grab it! Ouch, ... ouch! "

The dog screamed. Otchumelov looked over there and saw a businessman, Petruching, jumping out of the firewood yard.

The dog runs on three legs and keeps looking back. Behind it, a man chased out, wearing a starched tweed shirt and an open shirt.

A fitted vest. He chased the dog, leaned forward, threw himself on the ground and grabbed the dog's hind legs. And then again.

When the dog barks, people shout, "Don't let it go!" " "Sleepy faces poked their heads out of the shop one by one and soon gathered at the door of the woodshed.

The last people seem to have emerged from the ground.

"It seems that something had happened, officer! "said the policeman.

Otchumelov turned slightly to the left and walked into the crowd. At the gate of the firewood yard, he saw the forest.

The man in an open vest stood there, raised his right hand and showed the group a bloody finger. One and a half photos of him.

The drunken face showed such an expression: "I want to expose your skin, bad guy!" " "And that finger itself is like a victory.

Flag. Otchumelov recognized the man as a jeweler khryukin. The chief culprit of this confusion is a small white fur hunter.

The dog with a pointed face and a yellow back was sitting on the ground in the middle of the crowd, with its front legs split and shaking all over. Tana

Tears in eyes reveal distress and fear.

"What happened here?" Otchumelov squeezed into the crowd and asked.

"What are you doing here? Why are you sticking up your fingers? ..... Who is shouting? "

"I'll go my way, officer, whoever didn't recruit didn't provoke, ..." Khryukin coughed his empty fist and said.

"I'm talking about firewood with Mitri Mitri. Suddenly, this bad thing bit my finger for no reason.

Mouth. ..... Please forgive me, I am a working person. ..... I am meticulous in my work. This has to pay me a sum of money, because I

Maybe I can't move this finger for a week. ..... Legally, officially, there is no such thing as people suffering from livestock.

The harm of life should be endured. ..... If everyone is bitten by a dog, it is better not to live in this world. ……"

"well! ..... Well, ... "Otchumelov said sternly, coughing and moving his eyebrows. "okay. ..... Who is this?

The dog at home? I can't let this happen. I will give some color to those who let the dogs out to make trouble! I still do.

It's time to control those lords who don't want to obey the law! When the fine comes, he will understand the truth of dogs and other animals.

What will happen if you let it out! I want to show him something ... Yeldi Mausoleum, "the police officer said to the police."

Whose dog is this? Report! This dog must be killed. No delay! This is mostly a mad dog. ..... I asked.

You: Whose dog is this? "

"This dog seems to belong to General Xi Gallov!" A man in the crowd said.

"General Gallov's house? Hmm! ..... You, Ye Diling, take off my coat. ..... It's so hot!

It may rain. ..... There is only one thing I don't understand: how did it bite you? "Otchumelov said to Heliujin.

"It can reach your fingers? Short, but you, you know, so tall! Your hand

Most fingers were punctured by small nails, but later they were whimsical and asked people to pay you back. People like you ... everyone knows that.

What a way! I know you are demons! "

"He, the police officer, poked his cigar in its face and made fun of it. He wouldn't be a fool, so he bit him.

Mouth. ..... he's a boring man, officer! "

"You talk nonsense, cyclops! You can't see with your eyes. Why are you talking nonsense? The magistrate is a wise man who can see who is talking nonsense and who is talking nonsense.

Speak according to your conscience, as before God. ..... If I want to talk nonsense, let the mediation judge (1) try me. He is legal.

Write clearly. ..... everyone is equal now. ..... To tell you the truth, ... my brother is a gendarme. ………"

"Cut the crap!"

"No, this dog doesn't belong to the general's family ..." The policeman said thoughtfully. "The general home without such a dog. His family

Most of our dogs are large hounds. ……"

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, officer. ……"

"I know it myself. The general's dogs are very rare and excellent. What about this dog? God knows what it is!

Bad coat color, bad appearance ... totally a bitch. ..... His old man will keep such a dog? ! be on one's mind

Where did it go? Do you know what would happen if you met such a dog in Petersburg or Moscow? I don't care about anything there.

The law is illegal and he died in the blink of an eye! You, khryukin, have suffered, and this matter cannot be let go.

Tube. ..... We must teach them a lesson! It is time. ……"

"But it may be the general's dog ..." The policeman spoke his mind. "It's not written on his face. ..... before.

I saw such a dog in his yard the other day. "

"Yes, it belongs to the general's family!" Someone in the crowd said.

"well! ..... You, Brother Yeldiling, put on your coat. ..... It seems to be windy. ..... the weather is very cold. ……

Take the dog to the general's house and ask. ..... You can say that I found this dog and asked you to send it.

Yes ..... you said not to put it on the street in the future. Maybe it is a precious dog, if every pig pokes it with a cigar.

Right on the face, it won't take long to humiliate it to death. Dogs are fragile animals. ..... You idiot, put your hand down!

There's no need to show your stupid fingers! It's your own fault! ……"

"The general's chef is here. Let's ask him. ... Hey, Prohor! Come here, dear! look

This dog. ..... Is it yours? "

"A shot in the dark! We have never had such a dog there! "

"Then you don't need to ask many questions," Otchumelov said. "This is a wild dog! Needless to say.

Yes ..... Since he said it was a wild dog, it was a wild dog. ..... kill it. "

"This dog doesn't belong to our family," Projo continued. "But this is the dog of the general's brother. He came to see us a few days ago.

Here it comes. Our general does not like this kind of dog. His elder brother likes it. ……"

"His old man's brother is here? Is Vladimir Ivanic here? " Otchumelov asked, his whole face

There was an emotional smile on his face. "Too good, Lord! I don't know yet! Is he coming to stay for a while? "

"Stay for a while. ……"

"Too good, Lord! ..... he's thinking about his brother. ..... but I don't know yet! So this belongs to his old man's house.

Dogs? I am very happy. ..... you take it. ..... this puppy is very good. ..... very clever. ... it took this guy's

Take a bite with your finger! Ha ha ha ha! ..... Hey, why are you shaking? Ouch, ... ouch. ..... It's angry and a little bad.

Bao, ... What a cute puppy. ……"

Prohor called the dog and left the forest with it. ..... those people laughed at khryukin.

"I will punish you sooner or later!" Otchumelov threatened him, then wrapped his coat tightly and walked through the market.

Fang, we have to go.

4. Fanka

Nine-year-old Fanka zhukov was sent to the shoemaker Ariadne as an apprentice three months ago. On Christmas Eve, he didn't lie down to sleep. He waited for the boss, the proprietress and some guys to go to church, so he took out a small bottle of ink and a rusty pen from the boss's closet, smoothed a crumpled white paper and wrote a letter.

Before writing the first word, he looked anxiously at the door and window, then glanced sideways at the dim statue, with two rows of shelves on both sides, and the shelves were filled with the last trees. He sighed, knelt in front of the workbench and spread the paper on the workbench.

"Dear Grandpa Konstantin McAuliffe," he wrote, "I am writing to you. Merry Christmas to you and God bless you. I have no parents, only you are a relative. "

Fanka looked at the black window, which reflected the dim shadow of candles; He imagined his grandfather Constantine McAuliffe, as if in front of him. Grandpa is the night watchman of Mr. Rifalovich's house. He is a funny little old man, 65 years old, always smiling and blinking. During the day, he always sleeps in the big kitchen. In the evening, he put on a wide sheepskin coat and knocked on the bangzi, walking around the villa. The old bitch Kahidanka and the male dog loach followed him with their heads down. Misgurnus anguillicaudatus is a very obedient and lovely dog. It is black and as long as the weasel, so it is called loach.

Now, grandpa must be standing at the gate, squinting at the bright red window of the country church. He must have stamped his foot in high felt boots, and his banger hung on his belt. He was huddled up with cold and shrugged his shoulders. ...

The weather is really good, sunny, windless, dry and cold. It was a moonless night, but the whole village-white roofs, plumes of smoke from chimneys, silvery white trees covered with thick frost, and snowdrifts-could be seen. The sky is full of happy twinkling stars. Tianhe looks very clear, as if someone polished it with snow for the festival. ...

Fanka sighed, dipped the pen tip and continued to write.

"I got a beating last night because I fell asleep unconsciously while shaking the cradle of their cubs. The boss grabbed my hair, dragged me into the yard and beat me with a belt. This week, the proprietress asked me to pick up a herring. When I picked it up from my tail, she picked it up and poked me in the face with its mouth. Those guys played a trick on me They asked me to go to the hotel for a drink. They asked me to steal the boss's cucumber. The boss picked up a guy and hit me. Where is the food? There's nothing. Eat some bread in the morning, porridge at noon and some bread at night; As for tea, only the boss eats and drinks by himself. They let me sleep in the aisle. As soon as their baby cries, I don't want to sleep, so I have to shake the cradle. Dear grandpa, have mercy and take me away from here and go back to our village home! I can't take it anymore! ..... I kneel for you, and I will always pray to God for you. Get me out of here or I'll die! ……"

Fanka skimmed her pie, rubbed her eyes with the back of her dirty hand and sobbed.

"I will rub the tobacco leaves for you," he continued. "I will pray to God for you. If I do something wrong, you can give me a good beating. If you are afraid that I can't find a job, I can go to the housekeeper and, for God's sake, let me shine my shoes. Or I'll make Fichika promise to help him herd sheep. Dear grandpa, I can't stand it any more, only a dead end! ..... I want to run back to our village, but I have no shoes and am afraid of the cold. When I grow up, I will take care of you, and no one dares to bully you.

"Speaking of Moscow, this is a big city. These houses belong to gentlemen. There are more horses and fewer sheep, and dogs are not fierce at all. At Christmas, children here don't walk around with star lights, and people are not allowed to sing in the church choir. Once, I saw a fishhook seller with a fishing rod and fishing line in the window of a shop. You can catch all kinds of fish, which is very expensive. There is a giant catfish that can even weigh up to one pole. I also saw some shops selling all kinds of guns, just like our boss's guns. I think a gun is worth 100 rubles. There are marmots, partridges and rabbits in the butcher shop ... but where those things come from, the guys in the shop won't say.

"Dear Grandpa, when Grandpa hangs candy on the Christmas tree, please pick a golden walnut and hide it.