Zire Buzette

Zire Buzette
Based on the story written by Maurice Des Ombriaux
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I am living in a small village in Belgium, my name is Mari and I want to write about a man from my village, Zire Buzette. More details about the man will be in the story.

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Zire Buzette was a poor man in our village, who suffered from a dry and painful cough for almost all of his life, the cough that had a high pitch noise and seemed to tear his chest. Many of the villagers would say, when seeing him coughing: "Poor Zire, he has no long to live."
Zire had two different jobs during the Winter and Summer. During the Summer, he used to work as a plasterer; he left home ealry in the morning with his bucket and brushes, and coughed all the time while passing the roads to work. "Poor Zire, with this health condition, he is working a lot, he has no long to live." said everyone. Nothing could persuade him to go to a hospital, his blood was being poisoned more and more. "He has no long to live". But Zire went off to make the houses beautiful and white and coughed on his ladder with the brush in his hand. People were looking for him all the time to bring him to thier houses to paint thier houses, for the sake of sympaty; because, they were thinking that poor Zire had no long to live. When he was working at people houses, usually they provided him with good food and soup, and saying to themselves: Poor Zire, he is sick and has no long to live, lets provide him with good food; who knows, today or tomorrow he will die. Everywhere, people offered him and made him the best food and wine in the village. "Poor Zire, he is no long to live" they said.
Yet he lived on, and even on Sundays he played violin for young people, for they wanted to dance. While he played, he coughed. "Poor Zire, he must be cold sitting on that chair, coughing and shivering. Ah no, he has no long to live." And so, at every pause he was offered a good drink and a peice of cake, the least thing that everyone wanted to do for him, who had no long to live. At the same time, Zire was liked as a musician, no one could have people dance as he did.
Zire never refused anything, he drank everything and ate almost anything that was offered, without hurrying himself. "It is his disease" they thought. "He need food, he is poor and sick, he has no long to live." Zire also went to neighbors house to thier parties to make the youngest people dance, and everywhere he was treated better than a worker.
During the winters, he was not able to work as a plasterer and people were not interested in that job during the winter. Zire worked as a shoemaker during the winter, and almost all people in the village asked him to make shoes for them. "Poor zire has no long to live, lets give him a chance of work." said villagers.
Weak and coughing Zire who had no long to live, had already burried two wives. The first wife married him out of money; she had tought "It does not bind me a long time, he has no long to live and then I will have all of his assets". I have to mention here that Zire had a big house in the village, and he had no relatives. She died of a chill.
The second one also married him for his money. "He has no long to live and it is a good business. I will inherit from him" she thought. She died.

The rest of the story is very interesting; you will read how three brothers living in the village tried to own Zire's house and land... follow next week please :) ...Mari