Phatik Chakravorti was a ringleader among the village boys. A new evil got into his head. There was a heavy log lying in the mud of the river waiting to be formed on a mast for a boat. He decided that everyone should work together to move the trunk by the main force of his place and roll away. The owner of the register would be angry and surprised, and everyone would enjoy the fun. Each one supported the proposal, and was unanimously taken. But just as the fun was about to begin, Makhan, Phatik's younger brother, came and sat on the log in front of everyone without a word. The boys were puzzled for a moment. One of the boys pushed him timidly and ordered him to get up, but he still did not care. He looked like a young philosopher meditating on the futility of games. Phatik was furious. "Makhan," he shouted, "if you do not get down at this moment I'll beat you!" Makhan only moved to a more comfortable position. Now, if Phatik had to maintain his royal dignity before the public, it was clear that he must carry out his threat. But his courage failed him in the crisis. His fertile brain, however, quickly seized a new maneuver that discomfit his brother and give his followers an added fun. He gave the command word to roll the trunk and Makhan together. Makhan heard the command, and made a point of honor to follow. But he overlooked the fact, like those who attempt earthly fame in other matters, that there was danger in it. The boys began to lift on the trunk with all their strength, shouting, "One, two, three, go," In the word "go" the record was; And with him was Makhan's philosophy, the glory and everything. All the other boys shouted angrily. But Phatik was a bit scared. I knew what was coming. And, of course, Makhan rose from Mother Earth Blind as Destiny and shouting like the Furies. He ran to Phatik and scratched his face, hit him and kicked him, and then went to cry home. The first act of the drama was over. Phatik wiped his face and sat on the edge of a sunken barge on the bank of the river, and began to chew a piece of grass. A ship went up on the landing, and a middle-aged man with gray hair and dark mustache came up to the shore. He saw the boy sitting there idly and asked where the Chakravortis lived. Phatik continued to chew the grass and said, "Here, but it was impossible to know where it was pointing. The stranger asked again. He lowered his legs from side to side of the barge and said, "Go and find out," and continued to chew the grass as before.
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