A dialogue on merits and demerits of city life and country/village/rural life.
Eva : Hello, Shova! How’re you?
Shova : I’m fine and you?
Eva : I’m not so fine. I am fed up with my city life, so I’m going to my village home today.
Shova : What do you mean? I can understand nothing. Please let me know in detail.
Eva : Life in the city seems to me very artificial (K…wÎg). I’m bored of this city life.
Shova : What are the troubles you face?
Eva : Noise, crowd, dirt, smoke, bad smell (`~M©Ühy³/wekªx) and what not?
Shova : It means you prefer a dull, sluggish life (GKwU Avb›`nxb, Ajm/gš’i Rxeb) among a set of illiterate people. There is no charm, no entertainment, no cinema, no theatre, and not even a good road.
Eva : But you’ve forgotten to mention (D‡jøL Kiv) the green fields and the streams (†QvU b`x), the smile of flowers in village. Though people are illiterate there, they’re simple, innocent (wb®úvc) and sympathetic (mnvbyf‚wZkxj/`iw`).
Shova : It is poet’s dream!
Eva : But there is beauty of nature, peace and sacred (cweÎ) happiness everywhere.
Shova : You must know that beauty does not help one in practical life. There are no doctor, no hospital, no good school in villages.
Eva : But you can have fresh food, milk, fish, and vegetables in villages.
Shova : Okay, live in your village and leave me for the city.
Eva : Certainly! However, I would appreciate (cÖksmv Kiv) if you visit my village. Thank you.
Shova : You’re most welcome.
