Phantom of words

Story by Anton Chekhov.

"Upon the breast of a gigantic crag,

A golden cloudlet rested for one night."

LERMONTOV.

In the room which the tavern keeper, the Cossack Semyon Tchistopluy, called the "travellers' room," that is kept exclusively for travellers, a tall, broad-shouldered man of forty was sitting at the big unpainted table. He was asleep with his elbows on the table and his head leaning on his fist. An end of tallow candle, stuck into an old pomatum pot, lighted up his light brown beard, his thick, broad nose, his sunburnt cheeks, and the thick, black eyebrows overhanging his closed eyes. . . . The nose and the cheeks and the eyebrows, all the features, each taken separately, were coarse and heavy, like the furniture and the stove in the "travellers' room," but taken all together they gave the effect of something harmonious and even beautiful. Such is the lucky star, as it is called, of the Russian face: the coarser and harsher its features the softer and more good-natured it looks. The man was dressed in a gentleman's reefer jacket, shabby, but bound with wide new braid, a plush waistcoat, and full black trousers thrust into big high boots.

Kaya has become childish today. It seems as if her childhood has returned back. She attacks me as a hungry tiger attacks its prey. She is stubborn and remains firm in her attitude. Sometime she comes to sit in my lap as a pet cat. She holds my Collar of Shirt and embraces me. Then she pleads me like a child – "Hey! Let's go to have Chatpate". (Chatpate is a kind of snacks which is made up of puffed rice, grams, Peas, Onions with adding a plenty of spices and lemons)

Kaya is in her early twenties but she still shows her childish nature. Teasing, playing and mocking others are parts of her daily activities. Her devilish smile sometime creates a great trouble to me. But I am a fanatic fan of her childlike personality. I always nod my head to her longings and desires. I don't like to break her delicate heart.

The sky has transformed into a blaze of fire. The Sun has come yellowish. It is a time of dusk. In the distant horizon the black spots of clouds are twinkling. Birds and animals are returning to their habitat after a day long tussle. The day shows early phase of spring season. Environment is quite quixotic. If I were an artist, I would imitate this beauty in my canvas. But I have no option rather than to explain it in words. Time and again, eastern breeze tenderly touches both of us. We are hallucinated by this natural beauty and we are just moving our feet to the destination.

1. Literal Comprehension: One day the Pandova brothers went for from their dwelling place in search of Deer in the jungle. They saw a deer and followed it but the deer vanished. They felt very tired and thirsty. Yudhishthira could not find any sign of water around them. SoYoudhishthira sent Sahadeva to search water. Sahadeva went from there but he didn't come back. Yudhishthira became worried and he sent Nahakula. But Nahakula also failed to return. Then Yudhishthira sent Bhima and Arjuna ther foot steeps to know what had happened to them. After sometime he comes to a clearing. He saw a beautiful pool looked fresh, cool and inviting. But at the some time, he saw another terrible scene. His all brothers were lying on the bank of the pool, their eyes were closed.