Maslova was brought to court for trial. Although thousands of people live in a small area, they try their best to destroy the land beyond recognition. Although they throw stones into the ground at will to stop the growth of flowers and trees. Although they cleared the newly unearthed grass, burned coal and smoky oil, and cut down trees and drove away birds and animals, the spring in the city is still spring. The sun is warm and grass grows everywhere, not only on the boulevard, but also in the cracks in the slate. Where there is no mowing, it is green and full of business. Birch, poplar and stout plums are pulling out fragrant sticky leaves one by one, and bodhi trees are sprouting new buds. Western jackdaw, sparrows and pigeons in the west feel that spring is coming, and they are all happily nesting. Even the flies were warmed by the sun, and the foot of the night wall buzzed. Flowers, trees, birds, insects and children are all happy and full of vitality. Only people, only adults, have been deceiving themselves, torturing themselves and torturing others. What they think is sacred and important is not this charming spring morning, the beauty of the world created by God for the benefit of all beings, or the beauty that makes everything tend to peace, coordination and mutual love; What they think is sacred and important is the various means they invented to rule others. Because of this, the officials of the provincial prison department think that what is sacred and important is not the spring scenery and joy enjoyed by birds and animals, men, women and children. What they consider sacred and important is the official document with number and cause of action received yesterday. According to the official documents, three detainees, a man and two women, who have been questioned, should be brought to court before 9 am today, April 28. One of the women is the principal offender and must be escorted for trial alone. After receiving this summons, the warden walked into the dark and smelly corridor of the women's prison at eight o'clock this morning. He was followed by a gaunt, gray-haired woman, wearing a uniform with gold ribbons on the cuffs and a blue belt around her waist. This is the female guard. "Do you want Maslova?" She came to the door of a cell with guards on duty and asked the warden. The guard on duty slammed the iron lock and opened the prison door, and a stench worse than the corridor immediately rushed out from the inside. The guard shouted, "Maslova, go to the hall!" Then he took the prison door and waited. In the prison yard, the air is getting fresher and fresher, coming from the fields. However, the prison corridor is filled with disgusting dirty air, full of typhoid bacteria and the smell of feces, coal tar and moldy items. Whoever comes in will feel depressed and depressed. Although the female guards are used to smelling this dirty air, they can't help but feel this way when they come in from the yard. As soon as she entered the corridor, she felt weak and sleepy. A woman's voice and the sound of walking barefoot came from the cell. "Hey, Maslova, come on, stop dawdling, you hear me!" The warden shouted at the prison gate. Two minutes later, a short, plump young woman, wearing a white dress and a gray prison uniform, strode out of the cell, quickly turned around and stood next to the warden. Women wear linen socks, prisoners wear cotton shoes and white headscarves on their heads. Obviously, she deliberately let a few wisps of black curls emerge from the headscarf. Her face is unusually pale, just like a new potato bud stored in the cellar. That's a common problem for people who have been in prison for a long time. Her short, wide hands and plump neck exposed from the wide neckline of the prison uniform are also so pale. Her eyes, set off by her pale, dull face, look particularly black and shiny. Although it is a little swollen, it is very elastic. One of the eyes squinted slightly. She stood upright, her plump breasts bulging high. She came to the corridor, looked up slightly, stared at the warden's eyes and showed a submissive expression. The warden was about to close the door when an old white-haired woman without a headscarf poked her head out of her cell, her face grim, pale and wrinkled. The old woman said a few words to Maslova. The warden put the prison door against the old woman's head and separated them. Women's laughter rang out from the cell. Maslova also smiled and turned and left the small window with iron bars on the prison door. The old woman leaned against the window inside and said hoarsely, "Don't disturb them, just stick to it for one day." "As long as there is an ending, it can't be worse than it is now," Maslova said, shaking his head. "Of course, there is only one ending, and there won't be two," the warden said solemnly, obviously thinking himself witty. "Come with me!" The old woman's eyes disappeared from the window. Maslova came to the middle of the corridor, behind the warden, with a brisk walk. They walked down the stone steps and passed the men's prison, which was more smelly and noisy than the women's prison. Every window had eyes staring at them and entered the office. There are two armed guards waiting in the office. The document sitting there handed a document with a strong smell of smoke to a courier and said, "Take her away!" " "The escort soldier is a farmer in the lower city, with a red face and a pockmarked face. He stuffed the official document into the sleeve of his military coat, looked at the female prisoner, and blinked at Chuvash's cheekbones. Two soldiers escorted the female prisoner down the steps and walked to the gate. A side door on the gate opened, and two soldiers escorted the female prisoner through the gate to the yard, then walked out of the fence and came to the stone-paved street. Coaches, shopkeepers, cooks, workers and officials stopped and looked at the female prisoners curiously. Someone shook his head and thought, "Look, if you don't behave like us, you will end up like this!" " "The children looked at the female robber in fear. The only thing they can rest assured is that she was taken away by the soldiers, otherwise she will do bad things again. A countryman selling coal, having had enough tea in the teahouse, walked up to her, drew a cross and gave her a Gaby. The female prisoner blushed, lowered her head and murmured something. The female prisoner noticed the eyes coming towards her, did not turn her head, but quietly squinted at those who looked at her. Everyone is paying attention to her, and she feels very happy. The air here is fresher than in the cell, with the breath of spring, which also makes her very happy. However, she has not walked on the gravel road for a long time, and now she is wearing heavy prison shoes and her feet feel pain. She looked at her feet and tried to walk gently. They passed a flour shop. There are many pigeons waddling around in front of the shop, and no one bothers them. The female prisoner's foot almost touched a tile-gray pigeon. Pigeons flapped their wings and flew over the ears of the female prisoner, bringing her a breeze. The female prisoner smiled, then thought of her situation and sighed.