Na Win Myint - Mali

Ne Win Myint's order

I don't have much material to write about. The original book was originally from Uttara Lwin Pyin Bookstore, which was on display at a book fair in Mandalay. I read it as soon as I got home. It's interesting. The story is based on an Indian man named Mali. In a way, it's a bond between a child and an old man. But the main theme of the novel is loyalty, love, and adventure.

The back cover of the original novel reads: “Is it a group of adult characters? A group of moral characters who are rewarded for their merits? Or... in a forest in India?

A simple, ordinary jungle story? - It could be all three.

A more likely reason is that it is capable of expressing a "strength and sharing" that goes beyond the narratives of love and maturity or youth and old age that have been written about in the past. The index is complete.

I would like to thank the Book Market Library for publishing this book.

Ne Win Myint 28, May 2001

Mandalay,

He lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the ground. He climbed the stairs, each step slightly staggered. He knew that there were thirty-eight steps. The steps were made of large stones. Each step was two yards wide. In fact, he had never counted the steps by heart. It was difficult to say exactly thirty-eight steps. But he knew for sure. The years had passed since he had climbed and climbed those steps so many times a day. It had been seven years. He had already thought that it would be impossible for him to jump up and down those steps as usual. That morning, the headmaster had beaten him with a cane. He had been beaten in the room with many beds. Thirteen strokes in total. Even his shorts had fallen off. The shots are still vivid in his mind.

All three of their friends were beaten. They were the ones who committed the crime. Standing next to their bed,

They were waiting for the principal to come in. Yesterday, they were caught stealing corn from the fields near the school. They stole corn from the fields without the owner knowing. This was the first crime that had happened to the students of the entire school. The villagers who owned the fields recognized the kindergarten teacher's son as one of the three perpetrators. The culprits began to emerge.

After interrogation, the kindergarten teacher's son has already confessed to the crime. He doesn't think it's a crime to pick corn. He thinks it was just something he did while he was going to the field where she was watching. He just loved running around in the cornfield. They would jump and jump, run and eat the corn on the cobs next to the field.

Jeffrey was the last to go. He watched in horror as the two men in front of him were being spanked the whole time. The first to be spanked was Jerry, who screamed, "Mommy, Daddy!" Every time he was spanked, he screamed louder. The more he heard the screams, the more scared Jeffrey became. Before his turn came, he had to beg for mercy like an adult.

Jerry turned, then Davy turned. Davy wasn't bad. Every time he was hit, he would make a little noise. But the last two times he didn't make any noise at all.

He didn't think much. The thin skin on his face was twitching with each stroke. Gradually, his face turned dark. It went from dark to a slightly rotten color, and then red spots appeared on his face. After eight strokes, red spots appeared in small pieces. He wasn't sure, but he felt like the strokes would take a long time to reach the final point.

Although he didn't scream as loudly as Jerry, Jeffrey also complained about some of the beatings. He thought that the beatings were not going to bring him any relief, but he was turning around unconsciously. However, he couldn't escape the beatings, as the beatings were falling all over his lower body. He heard the principal count "thirteen" from his mouth. Then Jeffrey was lying on his bed. The principal said that the crime was a shameful crime, like stealing rice from the mouths of the poor, and that if he committed the same crime in the future, he would not be beaten in the classroom but in front of the whole school.