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Life of slavery

Munoo’s life in the Babu’s house became a life of slavery. He worked from early morning till late at night. He washed the floors, cleaned the dishes, peeled the vegetables, brought water from the pump and did many other things.He was glad when his mistress sent him to the living-room. He swept the carpet, dusted the tables and then looked with admiration at the arm-chairs and the various photographs.

The boy wanted to remember the colours and looks of all things , wanted to understand what those things were for. “What is written in this book?”he asked himself. “How does the big clock work? I should like to know how the voice in the box speaks.” After the room had been done, Munoo was sent to the kitchen again. One day his uncle came to take some food for Nathoo Ram. “Do you like it here?” he asked Munoo. The boy could have cried at that, but as his mistress was there he answered: “Yes, I like it very much.” When Bibiji had left the kitchen, he began to cry and told his uncle how hard his lifewas in the Babu’s house.

“You are there servant,and you must work hard for them. Your life at home was too easy. Your aunt was too kind to you,” said Daya Ram.

In the afternoon Munoo had his dinner. He was given 2 thin cakes and some vegetables. He was not allowed to eat from a plateas he was consided too in status for it. The insult pained the boy. He could hardly eat his food. Later Munoo had to wash up the dishes again. After that his eyes closed in sleep and he did not hear the insulting words of Bibiji. Munoo was happy when he saw the merry, kind-hearted Babu. One day Prem gave him some sweets on a plate. Munoo’s heart went out to him.

“What am I – Munoo?”the boy asked himself as he lay in the coner of the kitchen . “Why am I in this house? I am Munoo, Babu Nathoo Ram’s servant, and I’m here because my uncle brought me here to earn my living.” the answer came to his mind .He did not ask himself why he was a servant and Nathoo Ram was his master, or why he walked barefoot while the Babu wore beautiful black shoes .

How he wished to be like the young Babu, a medicine man! He was a generous man, and kind.He was clever too. He could help the sick and he had wonderful clothes in his boxes, silk handkerchiefs and warm woolen suits.

The stories of his village, the stories of his province and of his country which he had read at school and still remembered spoke of the wish for power, the wish for things and the wish for honour of a few chosen men. And he was blinded by the light of greatness, the fame and splendour of it, forgetthing that he was condemned by the existing system of inequality to remain small , abject and poor.

The townspeople were superior to all the village people, he thought, but why they lived better he did not know. They wore nice clothes, had nice things, so he thought they were wonderful people. He did not know that their happiness was built on the foundation of money; that their health was kerpt good by the food which money bought. And as Munoo did not know all this he accepted his position of a slave, and tried to be a model servant.
Life – hayot colours - ranglar

Washed – yuvardi written - yozilgan

Peeled - archishtirardi himself – o’ziga

Pump – easy - oson

Swept – supurdi thin - yupqa

Dusted – changini artdi cake - tort

Fhotographs – rasmlar allowed – ruxsat berilmagan

Armchair – kreslo plate - tarelka

Various – har xil pain – og’riq

Close – yopmoq sleep – uyqu

Sweets – shirinlik mind – hayolida

Earn – ishlab topmoq barefoot – yalangoyoq

Wore – kiygan wished – xohlardi

Clever – aqlli handkerchieves – ro’molcha

Suit – kostyum story – hikoya

Power – kuch blinded – ko’r bo’lib qolgan

In equality – tengsizlik