One
day
a
postman
came
to
my
village
.
The
postman
brought
me
a
letter
from
my
son
,
Saul
.
"
Is
your
name
Adam
?"
the
postman
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
.
"
I've
got
a
letter
for
you
."
The
postman
read
the
envelope
:
"
Adam
of
the
village
of
Minta
."
"
A
letter
for
me
.
Who
is
it
from
?"
I
asked
.
The
postman
looked
at
the
envelope
again
.
"
From
Saul
"
he
said
.
He
gave
me
the
letter
and
walked
away
.
"
Martha
,
Martha
,"
I
called
to
my
wife
.
"
Come
here
.
We
have
a
letter
from
our
son
,
Saul
."
Martha
came
out
and
looked
at
the
letter
.
She
was
excited
but
she
was
also
worried
.
"
A
letter
from
Saul
,"
she
said
.
"
Is
he
alive
and
well
?
I'm
going
to
find
the
school
teacher
.
He
can
read
the
letter
."
There
was
no
school
fifty
years
ago
.
So
I
cannot
read
or
write
.
I
live
in
a
small
village
.
The
only
work
is
farming
.
My
only
son
,
Saul
,
left
the
village
two
years
ago
and
my
three
daughters
are
married
.
Saul
is
making
a
lot
of
money
in
a
foreign
country
.
这是一个连载的文章，今天读第一篇。由于都是白话就没有翻译。
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