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The words that Baroginni uttered were as sharp as his poison. The puppet of the victim who was applied to it was absolutely glowing and looting.

In particular, the words were aimed at her husband - and her husband Radhamukunda was finishing his dinner, sitting not far away, connecting the copper-smoke with the betel-nut and eating. The words did not seem to interfere with his digestion. With unwavering seriousness, he exhausted the copper and went to bed as usual.

But such an outstanding digestibility cannot be expected from everyone. Rasmoni came to the bedroom today and treated her husband in a way she had never dared to do before. The other day she would quietly enter the bed and be quietly engaged in the service of her husband.

Radhamukunda did not pay any attention to that and grabbed a huge pillow and tried to sleep. However, seeing his wife's impatience growing in this indifference, he finally said in a soft voice that he has to get up in the morning for some special work, now he needs sleep.

Rasmani's cry in her husband's voice did not stop, she became overwhelmed at the moment. Radhamukunda asked, "What happened?"

Rasamoni said in an exuberant voice, "Haven't you heard?"

“I heard. But Bouthakarun did not lie a single word. Am I not raised by my grandfather Annei? Did I bring all these clothes and ornaments from my father? If the one who gives food and drink says two things, then he has to take food and clothes as well. ”

"What's so significant about a goat's head?"

"I have to live."

"It's better to die."

"Try to get some sleep until you feel better." Radhamukunda began to reconcile the advice and the parable.

Radhamukunda and Shashibhushan are not brothers, nor are they very close; It is almost a village-relationship. But friendship is no less than brotherhood. It would have been unbearable for Baroginni Brajsundari. In particular, Shashibhushan was not more biased towards his wife than Chhotobuo when it came to giving and receiving. Instead, he would deprive the housewife of the thing that was not even a pair and give it to the little girl. Apart from that, he often relied more on Radhamukunda's advice than his wife's request. The Shashi Bhushan man was very lazy, so all the housework and affairs were on Radhamukunda. Baroginni always suspects that Radhamukunda is planning to deprive her husband from the ground up - the more there is no evidence of her, the more her hatred towards Radha grows. He thought that the evidence had also been wronged and had been used against him. For this reason, he was again angry at the evidence, and with great contempt for them, he doubled his suspicions at home. This multi-faceted mental fire of his, like an eruption of a volcano, would occasionally erupt in warm language with an earthquake.

I can't say if Radhamukunda's sleep was disturbed at night - but he got up the next morning and went to stand in front of Shashibhushan. Shashibhushan got busy and asked, “Radhe, why am I looking at you like that? Isn't it sick? ”

Radhamukunda said softly, "Grandpa, I don't have to stay here anymore." Saying this, he briefly and calmly described the attack of the big housewife last evening.

Shashibhushan laughed and said, “Hey! This is not a new thing. She is the daughter of the next house, she will say two things whenever she gets a chance, so should the man of the house have to leave. I also have to listen to the words from time to time, so I can not leave the family.

Radha said, “I can't stand the words of a girl anymore, but what can I do if I was born a man. The only fear is that there will be unrest in your family. ”

Shashibhushan said, "What peace do I have when you go."

There was no more talk. Radhamukunda sighed and left, his heart pounding.

The resentment of the big housewife is gradually increasing in this direction. When he could give a peg to Radha, he would not let her go; Muhurmuhu made Rasmani's inner soul a kind of sarashyayashai in words. Although Radha smokes quietly and starts sniffing her eyes as soon as she sees her wife crying, it seems that she too has become unbearable.

However, his relationship with Shashibhushan is not modern - when the two brothers used to go to school together after eating pantabhat in the morning, when they both consulted together and escaped from the school by evading the gurumahasaya, mixed with the shepherd-boys and playing various games in the same bed. Heard, he would hide in the house and go to the distant countryside at night to listen, and in the morning he would be caught and share both the crime and the punishment equally - then where was Brajsundari, where was Rasmani. Is it possible to separate so many days of life in one day and go away? But, this bond, this bond of selfishness, this fervent love, this subtle disguise of expectation, such doubt, such a hint would have seemed poisonous to him, so it is not possible to say what would have happened if it had continued like this for some time. But then something serious happened.

At the time I am talking about, if the government rent was not paid by sunset on a certain day, the zamindari property would have been auctioned off.

One day news came that the only zamindari of Shashibhushan, Pargana Enatshahi Lat, had been auctioned off for rent.

Radhamukunda said calmly, "It's my fault."

Shashibhushan said, “What is your fault. You paid the rent, and if a robber falls on the road, what can you do about it? ”

There is no point in sitting down to decide whose fault it is right now - now you have to run the family. It is not his nature and education that Shashibhushan will suddenly start any work. It was as if he had slipped from the stairs tied to the ghat and drowned in an instant.

At first he was ready to mortgage his wife's jewelry. Radhamukunda threw a bag of money in front of him and stopped him. He had already raised a reasonable amount of money by mortgaging his wife's jewelery.

There was a great change in the world, and the housewife, who had tried a thousand times to get rid of it, embraced it desperately. It did not take him long to realize which of the two brothers could be more reliant. The enmity he once had towards Radhamukunda is no longer revealed.

Radhamukunda was already ready for independent earning. He started moktari in a nearby town. At that time the path of income in the Moktari business was wider than it is now and the sharp-witted Radhamukunda gained popularity from the very beginning. Gradually he took charge of most of the large zamindars of the district.

Right now Rasmani's condition is just the opposite. Now Rasmani's husband Annei is brought up by Shashibhushan and Brajsundari. I don't know if he was really proud of that, but I think one day he used gestures to express that feeling, I think he acted arbitrarily against the wishes of the bigwig about something - but he was just a Just a day - from the day after that he seemed to be more humble than before. Because the word had reached her husband's ears; And I can't say exactly what Radhamukunda used to say at night, from the next day on her face no more Ra, she remained like Baroginni's maid. It is heard that Radhamukunda had taken the initiative to send his wife to his father's house that night and had not seen her face for weeks. Eventually, Brajsundari took Thakurpo by the hand and begged him to reconcile the couple; And he said, "My younger brother has come that day, and how long have I been in your house, brother?" What has taught me to understand the dignity and eternal love that you have for me forever? He's a boy, measure him. "

Radhamukunda used to bring all the money for household expenses in the hands of Brajsundari. Rasamoni used to get her necessary expenses from Brajsundari according to the rules or by praying. The condition of Baroginni in the house is not better or worse than before, because as I have said before, Shashibhushan used to show more favoritism to Rasamoni with affection and various considerations.

Although his simple cheerful smile did not stop at Shashibhushan's face, he was getting thinner every day due to a secret illness. No one else noticed that much, only seeing Grandpa's face, Radha's eyes were not asleep. Many times in the middle of the night Rasamoni was seen waking up, sighing deeply and Radha was passing restlessly.

Radhamukunda often went to Shashi Bhushan and assured him, “You have no thoughts, grandfather. I will bring back your ancestral subject - I will not give up anything. It's not too late. ”

In fact, it was not too late. The person who bought Shashibhushan's property at auction is a businessman, completely inexperienced in zamindari work. Bought in the hope of honor, but had to pay rent from the house - not a penny profit. Radhamukunda used to take a stick and loot it once or twice a year to collect rent. The people were also obedient to him. They hated the relatively low caste merchant zamindars in their hearts and with the advice and help of Radhamukunda began to oppose him in every possible way.

Eventually, the poor man sued again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. Radhamukunda bought the former property again for a small price.

Not as much as it seemed in a few days of writing. Almost ten years have already passed. Ten years ago, Shashibhushan was in the early stages of adolescence at the end of his youth, but in these eight to ten years, he seems to have reached the middle of old age very fast, as if he had climbed on the steamer of inner mental warmth. When he got his ancestral property back, I don't know why he couldn't be so cheerful. I feel that the harp of my heart has been crippled by not using it for a long time.

The people of the village rejoiced greatly. They went and caught Shashibhushan for a feast. Shashibhushan asked Radhamukunda, "Tell me, brother."

Radhamukunda said, "Of course, you have to rejoice in the good old days."

Such a feast has not been held in the village for a long time. Everyone in the village, young and old, ate. The Brahmins blessed the poor and the needy with money and clothes and left.

At the beginning of winter, the time in the village was bad, and Shashibhushan had worked hard and irregularly for three or four days in various activities. The fever came with trembling along with other difficult symptoms - the doctor shook his head and said, "Big severe disorder."

At two or three o'clock in the morning, Radhamukunda kicked everyone out of the patient's room and said, "Grandpa, give me some advice on who to give the part to in your absence."

Shashibhushan said, "Brother, what do I have to give to whom?"

Radhamukunda said, "Everything is yours."

Shashibhushan replied, "Once it was mine, now it is not mine."

Radhamukunda remained silent for a long time. He sat down and began to level the sheet of one part of the bed with both hands again and again. Shashibhushan's breathing became difficult.

Radhamukunda then sat up on the edge of the bed, grabbed the patient's legs and said, "Grandpa, I tell you the great sin I have committed, there is no more time."

Shashibhushan did not answer. Radhamukunda said - that normal calmness and slow talk, only occasionally sighing - "Grandpa, I do not have the ability to speak well. He knows the innermost thoughts of the mind, and if anyone in the world can understand, then maybe you can. From a young age, there was no difference between you and me, only differences on the outside. There was only one difference - you are rich, I am poor. When I saw that the possibility of separation between you and me was becoming more and more serious with this little formula, I was the one who eliminated that distinction. I looted the rent and auctioned off your property. ”

Shashibhushan did not express any surprise but smiled softly and said in a closed voice, “Brother, you did well. But why did it come true? What can you keep close? Merciful Hari! ”

Two drops of tears rolled down his cheeks.

Radhamukunda put his head under his feet and said, "Grandpa, can you measure me?"

Shashibhushan called him and took his hand and said, “Brother, listen. I knew this from the beginning.