P.Morning - Vattupadesa No. 7

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Food hotel

After leaving the movie theater, Maung Sint was very hungry, so he walked around and looked at the restaurants and noodle shops east of Kuangchan Station.

While looking, he saw in the shadows the elegant figure of a young woman dressed in a modest dress. He approached her without knowing why, and he caught a glimpse of a face that was even more beautiful than her elegant body. ``The glimpse was because he did not dare to look straight ahead.

Then, it was winter, and it was quite cold, so he put his hands in the pockets of his tunic. The young woman's face had a hungry expression. The young woman seemed to be looking at him with concern.

"It's cold, huh?"

The young woman, speaking to him, said,

"It's very cold"

As he said this, he turned to the side, and a figure emerged from the darkness and said, “If it’s cold, you’re tired. There’s no shelter, and it’s not so cold in the city because of the buildings.” The speaker was an old woman.

"It's not cold enough in our forest yet."

"Maung Sint replied with a sarcastic tone. The young woman laughed faintly. Then

"Where is your brother?"

He asked.

“I just arrived from Pathein today. I came to Yangon to find a job in the forest. I didn’t have a job, so I came here to see if I could find a job in Yangon.”

He said, pretending to be a wealthy landowner.

After about five minutes, it became familiar and

"Would you like to eat?"

They said that and went inside the shop.

Maung Sint observed the young woman closely, and from her speech and manners, he could tell that she was not of the bad type he had heard of many times. He also knew that she was poor and hungry, for when he invited her to eat, she would only refuse, and he would become an acquaintance and eat with her.

After eating fried rice, sausages, etc., they continued talking while drinking tea in the warm atmosphere of the shop. Maung Sint, who had been a monk for a long time, did not know if it was because of the truth that he had been taught in the past. A feeling that had never been so obvious before suddenly appeared. That feeling was the desire to see the young woman happy for the rest of her life. Judging by her appearance, he firmly believed that there was no way he could refuse a person as kind and generous as himself. The old woman, who was a monk, seemed to be lost in thought, looking for someone and focusing only on the road.

"What's up?"

Maung Sint asked, glancing at the woman.

"'Nothing. Just an acquaintance."

When he said that, Maung Sint felt encouraged.

After a long silence, Maung Sint said -

"Even though we just met, you act like a close acquaintance. I believe you are an innocent child, just like the song of

"I've already judged you, so there's no need to think otherwise. Usually, men think differently when they see you like this."

“I don’t think so. Just like with my acquaintance, I can rely on you in everything. I can rely on you in this too. Whatever it is. Money is money, work is work, I can help you as much as I can.”

"Thank you. However, I think you misunderstood me on this one."

He said with a loving smile.

"Tell me what it is, so I can find out."

"You think I'm very poor, don't you?"

"That's right. I think so. Don't be upset if I'm wrong."

"I'm not angry... I know you're a kind person. I'm a little tired of looking at the shops. I'm tired. We walked from the main road. And I forgot my money at home. I thought my aunt had the leather bag, so she forgot it too."

"Hey, to put it simply, I was wondering if you were looking at it with the intention of saving money, looking at it, and then buying it."

"So I invited you to eat. I know, I'm hungry too."

"What do you work for?"

“Now, the shops in Wan Thanu are closing down, you see, right?”

“Yes, I see.”

“That’s right, my two sisters were thinking of opening a great Burmese restaurant, and my sister was sick at home, so we went out with this aunt and looked at various shops. If there was anything cheap, we would buy it. So we walked slowly, and when we got to this place, we realized that we had no money in our pockets.”

Then, they told him that a restaurant had opened near Kyee Myin Daing Railway Station, and that the name of the restaurant was Ahar Restaurant. After a brief conversation, they parted ways. That night was a sleepless night for Maung Sint.

The next day, he went to the restaurant and couldn't find anything. He couldn't ask anyone, so he returned disappointed, unable to figure out how he was going to get a round. Such a round was not meant to make money, and it was also difficult to brag about it. He wondered if some kind of new scam had emerged in Yangon.

About a month later, a friend invited me to his house to listen to the beautiful music of the harp. As soon as I went up to the house, I heard a sweet, lovely voice. Sitting among the audience, I enjoyed the sound and occasionally exchanged a word or two with my acquaintance. When I looked from the window, the man's face was hidden in the shadows and I could not see it. When the Yamuna song ended, the singer stepped into the light of the lantern to drink tea, and the face I had never seen before appeared innumerable times more beautiful. I was amazed and was filled with anger. My heart was also beating fast. When I saw him, with a shy expression, not daring to look at me, and bowing his head, I could not breathe.

However, he restrained himself and was afraid of being beaten again, so he told the landlord that he was sick. When he returned, he heard an old woman say, "Don't run a restaurant, Ma Hla Khin. I'm just a singer. I can make more money than running a restaurant." Then he sat down again and thought.

Hla Khin.. “I can’t open it, aunt. My friend Ma Khin said that she would start it with her own money because she had more than a thousand baht. My two sisters tried everything, so after paying the room fee, Ma Khin and her husband agreed to go with her.

"Hmm... that way, over a thousand dollars will still go to the club."

The old woman replied.

That night, Maung Sint waited not far from the house to meet Hla Khin. Before he had to wait long, he saw Hla Khin and her companions coming down. Maung Sint asked for permission to take him home in the car that had been prepared. Hla Khin granted his request. Then, he greeted his companions as friends and, holding hands, went in Maung Sint's car with his aunt. Soon, he became the owner of the hotel.

January 1934, Movie Guide, 1/17 .

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"Thein Maung, I'm so sad to have to leave you," Maung Tin said, holding his friend's hand.

Thein Maung was so sad that he could not speak again because his throat was choked.

The two boys were about 14 years old. They lived together in the monastery. They always looked for ripe bananas together in this banana plantation. When they found ripe bananas, they would cut them and hide them in the middle of the forest. They would come and eat them quietly. Each of them would shoot squirrels and birds nearby with a bow, and then secretly roast them and eat them with rice. The nearby guava, mango, and tamarind trees were bare of their footprints.

Monk U Kothalla was a very valuable monk because he preached very well. The late monk U Pao donated a large farm to the monk.

And so.

Thein Maung was a poor student, while Maung Tin was the son of a wealthy rice merchant.

The head monk loved them both very much and followed their wishes, so they both ruled the farm. . Thein Maung said, "Friend, send me letters often. I will come back even if the school is closed. If it's not for milk, what will I do, my friend? Will we be happy in our farm for the rest of our lives?"

"I want to stay, my friend, but my parents won't let me. They said I have to go to the city and live at an English school."

"You won't love me like you do now that you know English and become the mayor."

"My friend, why should I not love you? About a month ago, I fought with you in a fight and we punched each other. I feel sad, my friend. | I'm sitting nearby and thinking about what I did to my friend and why I had to punch him again."

"I haven't spoken to you in a long time, you fight in the morning and then I start calling you in the evening, right?"

"Hey, you came to pick me up, I'm so excited, | What can I say? I have to go now. Whenever school closes, I'll come back to you." ",

"Aye, and sometimes you write too late. If you don't write, I'll get angry."

He looked forward to his friend who had left with a loyal smile.

When Maung Tin had been at school in Yangon for about six months, his father came to Yangon on business and came to the school to see his son.

Father and Maung Tin happily chatted and asked the students for more money, and then went around Yangon, showing them the various buildings. He spoke to the children in a stylish way so that the father could hear the words of the Lan Cha Kula. He showed them the Kiratsinya, Shwedagon Pagoda, Kandawgyi, and Laek Kan. He took the tram from the pagoda and changed to the tram going east and took it to the Orlando Theater. At nine o'clock in the evening, after watching Charlie Chaplin, he went outside. The old man's eyes widened, but he took a taxi and went to the bank, then went to Along, then went to Kantaw Min, then turned into the city from the main road and drove to the school, and arrived in a flash. .

When they got out of the car, the old man said, "Aung, where is your father? I don't even know where you are." Maung Kim was so excited that the enthusiastic people of the crowd came to listen and thought to himself, "Do you know the power of the old man?" and he was filled with joy.

The old man watched his son and his companions closely, and when they were about to return to the forest, Maung Tin gave his father a small gun worth five kyats.

The old man asked, "What should I do with the gun, Dad?"

"Maung Tin laughed and said, 'It's not for my father. Give it to Thein Maung. I gave it to him because he likes shooting. He said, 'Write to me when you run out of bullets.'"

"Where is Thein Maung?"

"My friend Thein Maung. Don't you remember, Dad, that we used to sleep together at home?"

"Aw - aw.. I remember and remember, Thein Maung is gone. He's been dead for months."

He replied sadly.

Maung Tin was shocked and left. Maung Thein is dead. Maung Thein is gone. I will never see my friend again, thinking about it alone, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The father said, "Yes, son, you don't have any friends. What can you do, son? Just try your best and you will gradually forget." He patted his son on the back and encouraged him, then left in a wheelchair.

When he got home, the old man said to his wife, “My wife, you are a prostitute, and you are very hungry. You took me in a car and your eyes were very tired. You are not weak. You are very lucky. I have only six months left in Yangon.”

The old woman said with a pleased face, "Since it's your son, I'll take him."

Maung Tin gradually improved his skills. He worked hard year after year until, after about 6 years, he reached the 5th grade and did not stop, but stopped at the classroom and did not stop until he was in the classroom.

The parents also had to pay a lot of money for their son every year, and their rice fields were also destroyed. As the saying goes, "evil and misfortune come together," they were deceived and eventually killed by thieves and bandits.

Maung Tin was stranded in Yangon. He stayed at a friend's house, and at a friend's house, and ate sweet and sour food, and lived as a parasite.

When he had plenty of money, the three friends who used to spend it, help each other, and spend it, the three big-headed, wasteful people, now despised and hated Maung Tint, who had to stop and stop, and they scolded him, saying, "You are a worthless fool, you used to spend it when you had it, and now what is happening?"

Uneducated, jobless, helpless, and too ashamed to return to his village, he stubbornly stayed in Yangon.

One evening, I stood at the foot of the Sule Pagoda, leaning against the iron pillars, and watched. When I watched, it was about four and a half or five o'clock, and the cars were scurrying along like ants climbing a pole. They were running, shouting at living creatures, with big angry eyes, and threatening to kill anyone they met, as if they were eagerly searching for anyone who wanted to go to the village of the dead.

When I saw the cars that were running around to transport those who wanted to go to the village, I thought to myself, "If I get back a third of the money I spent, I will be able to live in the best possible car and the most comfortable house in the most suitable style." But when I thought of my ungrateful friends, I felt like I would be a fool and try to get my father's things back. If it breaks, I will always fix it. I am still a student. I still have a long way to go. What should I be afraid of? With ordinary merit, I have become a human being, and I have come to the human world, where even gods can be gods, and I have come to the human world, where I rule the vast inanimate world on earth and command the elements. It is no ordinary feat that I have not reached the realm of the great animals, which is as vast as the ocean, but to the human world, which is a drop of water. Being in the midst of much and in the midst of little is a great glory. It is easy to be a king over millions of human beings. It is innumerable times more difficult to be a human being than to be an animal. Why should I, who am so precious, not become one if I plan? If destruction is the law of the body due to lack of planning and effort, then success through planning and effort is also the law of nature. After thinking about this alone, he got up from his seat with a lively mind and, thinking that in this state I have nothing to be ashamed of, I will start doing whatever work I find, he returned to his house in a large farm where he lived.

He sat on the steps of the house in the yard, thinking, "What should I do?" The yard was rocky, so there were only a few mango trees, pinnai trees, and yam trees. Those few trees did not bear much fruit. It was the Waso season.

There were other farms and fields around his farm. The two farmhands who fed him and kept him fed would sleep peacefully in their own rooms, hugging each other when it rained. They would use the money the farm owner gave them, sometimes five or ten kyats, to go to the horse race on Saturdays, and earn two and a half kyats, five kyats, and as much as they could by making mistakes. They would make a small plot of sour pork, a small plot of beans, and a small plot of chicken curry, catch fish from the fields, sit on a stool, eat what they could, and drink strong tea.

They fed Maung Tin as much as they could eat. Maung Tin often helped them with their work, so they fed him generously.

Sitting alone on the stairs in this manner, he could hear the sounds of the fields, the chirping of water bugs, the chirping of grasshoppers, the croaking of frogs, and the singing of the Kyaw San.

The sound of the wind blowing, the sound of the trees swaying and swaying, reminded me of the times when I used to play with Thein Maung in the banana plantation when I was young. When I thought about it like that, I thought about how happy it was. Although Maung Tin was happy, he did not often pursue women. He only drank alcohol and enjoyed himself with his friends at the hotel. His mind was so afraid of women that he thought of bad women as ghosts.

He wore different clothes, drove a lot of cars, and enjoyed drinking and giving with his friends. He loved his friends very much.

Such a lover is now alone and helpless, and is overwhelmed by an unknown amount of weakness and exhaustion.

In this lonely life that I was enduring, I remembered my friend whom I had fallen in love with when I was young. I thought that there would be no one as loyal as my friend in the world. However, if my friend were gone, if my parents were gone, who would I trust? I had only myself to rely on. So I kept thinking about what I should do.

' While he was thinking like this, a large python, about the size of an arm, ran past him and went into the forest. Maung Tin, a young boy of the forest, wanted to eat a python as the hungry people do when they see it. He boiled the python in a pot until it was soft, and then he removed the scales, hooves, and meat, and mixed it with oil, garlic, and pepper, and suggested that it would be better than a game bird. He got up from his seat and went and beat it with a stick. The python, Mala, was looking for a place. At that moment, a man who looked like a Karen, a Japanese, or a Chinese, arrived, wearing khaki shorts and carrying a gun.

"Hey, do you want to sell the snake?" he asked.

"I won't trade you for two big roosters," Maung Tin replied.

"We don't have any chickens. We only have a squirrel. If you want a squirrel for three kyats, give it to the snake."

He said.

Maung Tin looked at him, then smiled and extended his hand, saying, "Come on, teacher." The Karen commander took out three kyats from his pocket and turned to leave.

"Squirrel, sir, I have nothing for dinner."

"Do you still want it? You're only asking for three kyats."

Maung Tin chased the snake and caught it. Then the commander turned to his pursuer and said,

"Give it to me, I'll cook some bitter food for you."

"He said, "The follower quickly took it out of the bag and handed it to you.

Maung Tin said, "Thai Kyusa," and happily took the squirrel and went home whistling. The master's disciples also went away with a frown on their faces.

The gardener and his wife were asleep.

Maung Tin cooked the squirrel with pickled ginger, basil, and green chilies. He sat down on the steps again and put three kyats in his pocket. These three kyats were strange. Three kyats earned through bad deeds. He was still thinking about what he should do. But as he was eating, he remembered the saying, "A dead rat is a root." Because a snake