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The Children

863 views. 2009-7-22 11:25 |

In the beginning of summer most of the children were like little savages—sunbrowned faces,arms and legs,bits of grass tangled in their hair,torn,dirt-smudged clothes.Yuan loved going out with the children every morning,in that mixed group of boys and girls,Jewish children and children from the village,all rowdy,tousled.With them,Yuan ran through the still-cool,narrow village streets,then across the large square making dogs barks and old people sitting in the sun grumble.They followed the street with the stream down toward the river,cut through the fields to reach the cemetery.When the sun burned down hot,They bathed in the icy waters of the torrent.The boys stayed down below and the girls climbed up the torrent to hide behind the huge boulders.But they knew the boys came into the bushes to spy on them,they could hear their muffled snickering and they splashed water around haphazardly and let out shrill shrieks