THE BEAUTY OF “KELUD MOUNTAIN”IN KEDIRI

Kelut

  •  KELUD MOUNTAIN *

Caldera Kelud
A height of 1.731 m (5.679 ft)

Location
Kelud,  Mount Kelud(Gunung Kelud)is located in  Kediri,
East Java, Indonesia
Coordinates 7 ° 55’48 “S 112 ° 18’29” EKoordinat: 7 ° 55’48 “S 112 ° 18’29” E
Geology
Type Stratovolcano
Arc / belt of volcanic Ring of Fire
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Visit Kediri Town East Java Indonesia

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Kediri is a town in the province of East Java, Indonesia and it is located 130 km southwest of Surabaya.Then Kediri is the third largest city in East Java after Surabaya and Malang by population. Kediri has an area of 63.40 km² and the entire region Kediri regency. Kediri city is splited by the Brantas river that stretches from south to north along 7 kilometers. Continue reading

Police chief: Singaporean terror suspect may be hiding in Indonesia

The Associated Press , Jakarta | Sat, 07/12/2008 10:02 PM | Headlines

An alleged Islamic militant who escaped from a Singaporean jail may have fled to neighboring Indonesia, police said Saturday.

Singaporean authorities earlier said they believed Mas Selamat Kastari was still in the city-state after escaping through an unlocked jail toilet window in February.

Indonesian police Chief Sutanto said “it was possible” Kastari may be in Indonesia, where he could try to link up with other members of Jemaah Islamiyah, the regional terror group blamed for
the 2002 Bali bombings and other attacks.

“Kastari may well prefer being in Indonesia because he speaks the same language and has a similar face to people here,” he said.”It is easier to hide here than in Singapore.”

Kastari is a Singaporean citizen but of Malay ethnicity. Indonesia’s nearest islands are a 45-minute boat ride from Singapore.

Singapore says he is a key Jemaah Islamiyah leader wo once plotted to crash a jetliner into the country’s international airport.

Indonesia has won praise for arresting and trying hundreds of Islamic militants since the Bali attacks, leaving Jemaah Islamiyah weakened and isolated. Last week, police arrested 10 suspected militants on Sumatra island and seize a cache of bombs. (***)

THE UNDERTAKER

Adrian Prokhorov held a hammer in right and a wooden board in his left hand. Between his teeth were four long nails. He climbed up onto a table outside the gates of his new house. He hammered the nails through the board fixed it above the gates.

The noise of hammering brought several of his new neighbours out into the street. They stared up at the sign above Adrian Prokhorov’s gates.

Adrian Prokhorov, the undertaker, was pleased with himself.

Business was good. Business was so good that he had bought a new house.

He was not usually a happy man. He lived with his two daughters and only spoke to them when he was angry or drunk. Then he shouted at them; ‘ Do this! Bring me this! Bring me that!’

Adrian was only happy when someone was dying. Then, he put on his long black kaftan and his best black hat. As soon as the person was dead, he hurried to their house and offered to make all the funeral arrangements at a very reasonable price. The relatives of the dead person did not usually argue about the cost. Adrian promised the best coffins, but did not always provide them. He made a lot of money in this dishonest way.

As he finished putting up the sign above his gates, he felt very happy. A rich widow, named Trukhina, was dying. Her funeral would be very expensive. Adrian Prokhorov expected her to die at any moment.

At that moment, a man dressed in a leather apron tapped Adrian on the shoulder.Adrian looked round. He hoped that the man was a messenger from the window Trukhina’s house.

‘Good day,’ said the man in the leather apron. ‘My name is Gottlieb Schultz. I am a shoemaker and I live in the house opposite. I am your neighbor.’

Andrian Prokhorov did not like neighbors. He was also disappointed that the man was not a messenger from Trukhina’s house. But Gottlieb Schultz sope with such a funny German accent that Adrian smiled.

Gottlieb Schultz thought that Adrian’s smile was a friendly smile. ‘Welcome new neighbor!’ said Gottlieb warmly. He put his arms around Adrian’s shoulders and kissed him three times.

‘We are having a party tonight,

Gottlieb continued. ‘It’s our wedding anniversary. My wife and I would like to invite you. Please do come.’

Adrian never invited anyone to his own house. But he did not refuse an invitation to a party if someone else was paying for it.

‘Of course, of course,’ he said, ‘My daughters and I will be delighted to come.’

There followed an awkward silence. The two men did not know what to say each other. After a pause, Adrian reluctantly decided to invite the German into his house.’ Come in and have some tea, ‘he said. Then shouted to his daughters. ‘Girls! Bring the samovar and two cups. And be quick about it!.

Gottlieb Schultz did most of the talking while they sat drinking tea. He talked about their businesses.

‘But our two businesses-shoemaker and undertaker are different, ‘ said Adrian.

‘The living can manage without shoes, but the dead cannot manage without coffins.’

Gottlieb laughed at this joke and got up from the table. ‘So I’ll see you this evening, ‘he said as he went out of the door.

Before going out that evening, Adrian Prokhorov spoke to the servant who worked in his kitchen. ‘Remember, ‘ he said to the girl, ‘I’m expecting a messenger to come from the widow Trukhina’s house. If a messenger comes to say that the widow is dead, you must tell me at once. You must run across the road to the shoemaker’s house and tell me at once! At once! Do you hear?

The Shoemaker’s house was crowded with guests. Most of them were German. There was plenty to eat and drink and soon everyone was enjoying themselves.

Gottlieb Schultz stood up and raised his glass. ‘I drink a toast to the health of my guests! He shouted, and drank a glass of vodka. Other toasts were drunk toasts to Moscow, toasts to Prussia, toasts to each other and toasts to their businesses.

But our two businesses-shoemaker and undertaker are different, ‘ said Adrian. ‘The living can manage without shoes, but the dead cannot manage without coffins.’

Gottlieb laughed at this joke and got up from the table. ‘So’ll see you this evening, ‘ he said as he went out of the door.

Before going out that evening, Adrian Prokhorov spoke to the servant who worked in his kitchen. ‘Remember,’ he said to the girl, ‘I’m expecting a messenger to come from the widow Trukhina’s house. If a messenger comes to say that the widow is dead, you must tell me at once. You must run across the road to the shoemaker’s house and tell me at once! At once! Do you hear?’

The shoemaker’s house was crowded with guests. Most of them were German. There was plenty to eat and drink and soon everyone was enjoying themselves.

Gottlieb Schultz stood up and raised his glass. I drink a toast to the health of my guests! He shouted, and drank a glass of Vodka. Other toasts were drunk – toasts to Moscow, toasts to Prussia, toasts to each other and toasts to their businesses.

Even Adrian Prokhorov looked happy after his tenth glass of vodka. ‘You must all come to my house warming party,’ he called out. But immediately he was angry with himself for giving such a stupid invitation. He hoped they would all forget about it.

Just before midnight, Gottlieb Schultz called for silence. ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ he said, ‘a final toast – a toast to the people we work for. To our customers!’

Everyone shouted back – ‘To our customers!’ and emptied their glasses. They all laughed cheered.

But Adrian Prokhorov did not drink a toast to the health of his customers. He did not want his customers to be healthy. People became his customers when they were dead. Also, Adrian was drunk. And when he was drunk he became angry.

‘Take me home,’ he ordered his daughters. They left the shoemaker’s without saying goodbye and crossed the street to their house.

They were all laughing at me, ‘ Adrian said to his daughters. They were laughing at me because I’m undertaker. But they won’t laugh at me when they need me.’

Adrian sat down heavily on his chair and tries to take off his boots. ‘And I was going to invite them all to a housewarming! Oh, no, I won’t do that. I’d rather invite my customers the corpses from their graves!’

‘Don’t say that, father,’ begged the two daughters. ‘It’s bad luck to speak of the dead. Let us take your boots off and put you to bed.’

‘By God, I will invite my customers,’ shouted Adrian. ‘Do you hear me all you dead men? You’re all invited to my house for a party!’

Just then, the church clock struck midnight. A horseman rode up to the gate with a message that the widow Trukhina was dead. Adrian Prokhorov put on his best black hat and rushed out of the house.

He was away for an hour or two. When he had made all the arrangements for the burial, and agreed on a very high price with Trukhina’s son, he returned home.

The gates of his house were open wide and so was the front door. There were people moving around inside the house.

‘Who have my stupid daughters invited to my house at this time of night?’ he asked himself angrily.

He stepped into the house. He was about to start shouting at the full of corpses! Their faces were blue and yellow and green in the candlelight. Their mouths hung open and their eyes were empty. There was a smell of something old and damp and rotten.

One of the corpses, dressed in the uniform of an army general spoke to the undertaker in a horrible voice. ‘You see, Prokhorov, we have accepted your invitation. Here are all the people you have buried.’

A small skeleton pushed its way out of the crowd. Its fleshless bones were dressed in red rags. It rattled as it walked and its skull seemed to smile a horrible smile.

‘Don’t you remember me, Prokhorov?’ asked the skeleton in a terrible whisper. ‘I’m Sergeant Pyotr Petrovich Kurilkin. I was your first customer. I was the first man you buried.

The skeleton put out its arms to take hold of the undertaker and kiss him. Adrian Prokhorov cried out in horror and pushed the skeleton away. Pyotr Petrovich fell on the floor in a heap of bones.

The other corpses became angry. They all stretched out their bony hands and came towards the undertaker. He could not escape. He was surrounded. They grabbed his coat. They grabbed his hair. They scratched his face.

Adrian Prokhorov screamed for help, then fell forward onto the bones of the dead sergeant, Pyotr Petrovich. Adrian struggled with the sheets that were wrapped round him like grave clothes.

‘Father! Father! Wake up! Cried his daughters. ‘You’ve fallen out of bed.

‘What happened? Where did they go? Asked the undertaker.

‘Who?’ said his elder daughter. ‘You’ve been asleep all night ever since we came back from the shoemaker’s house.’

‘And what about the widow Trukhina?’ asked the undertaker. ‘I must bury her today.’

‘No, father,’ said the younger daughter. ‘We have some good news. The whole town is talking about it. The widow Trukhina is well now. She isn’t going to die.’

But it was not good news for Adrian Prokhorov. He was furious. ‘Then let me go back to sleep again,’ he said. I’d rather be with my customers in my dreams’

Points for Understanding

1. What was Adrian Prokhorov’s business?

2. Why had Adrian Prokhorov bouth a new house?

3. Was Adrian Prokhorov usually a happy man?

4. Who did Adrian Prokhorov live with? Did he treat them kindly?

5. When was Adrian Prokhorov happy?

6. Why was Adrian Prokhorov waiting for a message from the house of the widow Trukhina?

7. Who was Gottlieb Schultz?

8. Why did he invite Adrian Prokhorov to his house?

9. Why did Adrian Prokhorov accept the invitation

10. Why did Adrian Prokhorov not drink a toast to the health of his customers?

11. Adrian Prokhorov decided not to invite ehis neighbours to a house warming party. Who did he invite instead?

12. Why did Adrian Prokhorov rush out of the house at midnight?

13. There was a party going on in Adrian Prokhorov’s house when he got back.

(i) Who were the guests?

(ii) Who was sergeant Pyotr Petrocvich kurilkin?

(iii) Why was Adrian Prokhorov angry when his daughters woke him up?

14. Why did he want to go back to sleep?

Glossary

1. Undertaker : A man who makes coffins and arranges funerals.

2. Kaftan : A long shirt with a belt, worn by Russian.

3. Price-at a reasonable price: as cheaply as possible.

4. Widow: A woman whose husband is dead.

5. German accent: The way the shoemaker spoke Russian showed that he had been born in Germany. He spoke Russian with a German accent which sounded funny.

6. Annyversary –wedding anniversary. An anniversary is a day on which something important happened on the same date in the past. A wedding anniversary is the say on which a couple were once married. Usually, there is a party on the day of a wedding anniversary.

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