Tin Maung Myint - Ma Ma Ray Che

Daphne, Du Maurier (Daphne du Maurier)

Daphne Dumoria came from the upper echelons of English literature and culture. Her grandfather was a famous writer, and her father, General Dumoria, was a great soldier of his time.

Ms. Dumoria published her first novel, The Loving Spirit, in 1931, at the age of twenty.

He published 11 more novels. The two that became world famous were My Cousin Rachel and Rebecca. Rebecca was translated by Saya Atay Taw Hla Aung as “Yabaka” and My Cousin Rachel was adapted by Saya Tint Tay as “Ma Kya”.

The mansion in both novels is Menabilly Manor in Cornwall, where he himself lives.

My Cousin Rachel of :39: Richard Burton sê:38: Olivia Haviland became a world-famous film.

The author, with her regal blonde hair, wore loose-fitting clothes and enjoyed the outdoors. She married Lieutenant Colonel Sir Frederick Brown, an officer of the household to Queen Elizabeth, and they had three children.

Whenever her husband is away on business, the writer writes at a regular time every day in a small house in the beautiful Menabilly Forest.

Chapter (1)

When we were young, people were hanged at the crossroads. They don't do that anymore. The boat is gone. A defendant is tried in court and, if found guilty , hanged until he dies on the gallows in Bodmin. It's probably in an obscure cemetery. They bury him according to tradition.

I imagine my childhood again. A young boy looks at a man hanging from a rope at a crossroads. His body hangs between heaven and earth, suspended on a gallows.

My brother, Inbros, described the scene as a sort of vacillating between hell and heaven. To me, it looked like a scary picture. I was only seven years old at the time. My brother probably invited me to this terrifying scene to test my courage.

My brother, Inbros, is my cousin, but he is like a parent to me. He loves me like a real brother. I love him the same way. My brother is truly my world. My strength. He rules me like a father and always tests my qualities. He always guides and teaches me.

"This, my brother, is how the world is in the end. All people die in some way. Some die in war. Some die in their beds. Some die at the end of their journey. Some die halfway through."

“You are too young to know this, my brother. Remember one thing, people die in different ways. They die in different places. But if you die in a criminal way, it is as you see. You have to die that way. This is a lesson for you and me to walk the path of life in a simple and straight way, my brother.”

Our two brothers watched the body moving in the air. The brother continued to explain. He looked at the body of old Sally and made a comment.

"He committed the crime because he couldn't control his momentary excitement."

Then he pointed to a dead body and continued.

"He's Tom John King. He's a cold man, except when he's drunk. He's honestly a bit of a dork. That woman is bad. But not enough to kill. If we had to kill women who make us listen, all men would be murderers."

Well, I haven't thought about these things in a long time. It's been eighteen years. These are the scenes that have only recently come back to my mind. It's strange. Are childhood images suddenly coming back to me because my mind is so active?

I don't know why I keep thinking about Tom. I keep seeing him hanging there. I've forgotten his story. There's hardly anyone to remember him now, and if there is an afterlife, I'd like to find Tom and ask him. Can I dream with him? The kind of dream where we can wash away our sins before we move on to the next life.

For now, I will just have to endure and live my life. But how can I live with the problems I am facing? It is not difficult to pass the time by fulfilling my daily duties. Just be calm like my brother, continue to manage the forest and the estate. Then, I will take a seat in parliament and enter the realm of royalty.

I have to continue to live a life of honor and respect, just like my ancestors. The forests on my property, the agriculture and the welfare of the workers have all become my responsibility. But no one realizes that there is a huge burden on my shoulders that I cannot bear. No one will be able to solve it. I ask myself every day. No one will be able to answer the question that I cannot answer myself. Is Ma Ra Che a criminal? Is she a god who has no idea what she is doing?

What a beautiful name. Rachael. I whispered. It was so sweet and delicate. It felt like a taste coming to my tongue. What kind of taste would it be? The taste of poison that would gradually turn bitter? The taste passed through my tongue to my tight lips. From my lips, it went back to my heart. Will I ever be able to get out of this pain? If I can, will I be able to get out of it by the age of forty, or maybe by the age of fifty?

I have a mansion called "Mahasukha Yeik Myaing" that I must cherish. Even if my brother didn't tell me, he would definitely want me to do it. I can do my best to maintain and repair the mansion. If I am gone, I want the beauty of the mansion to remain. I will do my best to leave it. However, a lonely life can make an ordinary person extraordinary, and soon he will become confused and confused. In turn, he will become a dreamer. His next step is nothing but madness. Thinking back, he remembered Tom John King. He wondered if he was the same kind of person.

The images of eighteen years ago flashed back to my mind. My brother turned and walked away from the gallows. I followed him with the steps I had taken in my dream. I thought the coat he was wearing was the same kind of hunting jacket I was wearing now. The kind with leather patches sewn on the elbows. .

I became like him one day. His spirit was already attached to my body. My eyes were the same as his, my body was the same. Gradually I began to suspect. Was it because of doubts and fears that his spirit had come to me and attached itself to me when he passed away in the wasteland of Italy, a country where I could not immediately go with him before his death? Would I feel the same pain as him, and commit the same mistakes as him? My suspicion was a very real suspicion.

Anyway, I'm proud of being like my brother. I wonder if this will be my downfall.

I don't know if I'm still the same person I used to be. Where has the smart, quiet, and professional me gone? The past year has passed like twelve meaningless months.

I'm not that kind of person. My brother is like me. We are two brothers with big plans and big goals. The only thing that can't be implemented is part of it. Both brothers are dreamers. They walk in a dream world.

We are two brothers who are also hungry for love. However, both of us are shy and are dominated by a sense of self-pity. In this way, we become people who can endure even when their hearts are touched. I think that if two other people were in our place, they would be able to overcome all kinds of problems.

Rachel's arrival won't be anything special. She'll be back in a day or two. There won't be much to say. They'll sit around the table with the lawyers and talk about the law. I'll just go over her rights and sign them. That's it. I'll have nothing more to do with her.