The plot related to the main characters in childhood is 5 paragraphs.

Grandpa looked tired and grandma wiped her tears.

Grandma knelt in front of grandpa:

"For God's sake, give her a break!"

"Don't master home also have such a thing? She is alone and so beautiful ... "

"Give her a break ..."

Grandpa leaned against the wall and smiled.

"Who didn't you spare? You survived, give it a break ... "

He suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder and roared:

"But God won't forgive sinners!"

"We are dying, but we still can't live a quiet life. We won't come to a good end. We will starve to death! "

Grandma smiled gently:

"The old man, it's not a big deal, the big deal is to beg, you are at home, I'll get it!

"We won't starve to death!"

He suddenly smiled, put his arms around grandma and cried again:

"My fool, my only family!

"We have suffered for them all our lives, and finally ..."

I also cried, jumped off the kang and threw myself into their arms.

I cried because I was happy. They have never talked so intimately and harmoniously.

I cry because I feel sad, too.

I cried because my mother came suddenly.

They hugged me tightly and cried.

Grandpa whispered:

"Your mother is coming, you go with her! Your grandfather is so fierce that you don't want him, huh?

"Your grandmother only dotes on you and doesn't want her, huh?"

"Alas ..."

Suddenly, he pushed me and grandma away and stood up with a brush:

"Let's go, let's go, it's falling apart ..." Come on, call her back! "

Grandma went out immediately.

Grandpa low head, whining:

"Lord, merciful Lord, do you see?"

I really don't like the way he talks to God, beating his chest is the second, mainly that tone!

I said:

"Mom is dead!"

He glanced at the bed:

"Nonsense!"

He went to the kang furnace to get his bag, and the kang furnace made a dull noise.

Stepfather came in. He moved a chair and sat next to his mother.

Suddenly, he jumped up from his chair and shouted:

"She's dead!"

When everyone threw dirt at mother's coffin, grandma plunged into the cemetery like a blind man. She hit the cross and broke her head.

Yazi's father led her to his hut, and when grandma washed her face, he comforted me and said:

"Well, when people are born, there will be such a time ... whether rich or poor, they will go to the coffin sooner or later ..."

He ran out of the hut and immediately came back with Viahel.

"Look, what do you think this is?"

He handed me a broken bone spur. "This is what I gave you with via hull. I want to buy it from him. I will give him two gabions ... "

"Nonsense!"

Viahel said angrily.

"Oh, well, it wasn't me, it was him, and he gave it to you!"

Viahel tried his best to make me laugh: he hung the spurs around his neck and touched the small wheels with his tongue. Yazi's father laughed exaggeratedly.

See I have no reaction, he seriously said:

"Wake up, everyone will die. What is this? Isn't that bird dying, too? "

"Come on, let's go to your mother's grave, shall we?"

This made me very happy. We all set off.

A few days after burying his mother, grandpa said:

"Alexei, you are not a medal. I can't stand hanging you around my neck all the time! "

"Go, go, go, go to the earth ..."

So, I walked into this world.

A long time ago, I understood that grandpa had one god and grandma had another.

Grandma wakes up every day, sits in bed and combs her enviable long hair for a long time, and tries to comb some hair off every time. Afraid of waking me up, she whispered:

"Ghost hair, hateful things ..."

I combed my hair, braided it, washed my face casually, blew my nose, and my face was still angry. I stood in front of the icon and began to pray.

Only prayer can really restore her vitality.

She straightened her back, raised her head and looked at the virgin's face peacefully. She drew a cross and prayed in a low voice:

"The most glorious virgin, you are the source of happiness, you are the apple tree in full bloom!"

She can find new words to praise the virgin every day, and every time I ask her to pray with all her heart.

"The purest heart, my protector, my benefactor, my virgin!

"You are the golden sun, sweep away the cancer on the earth, don't let anyone be bullied, and of course don't let me be unlucky for no reason."

Her smiling eyes are bright, as if she were much younger at once. She raised her heavy hand and slowly drew a cross on her chest.

"Jesus Christ, son of God, please be kind to me, for the sake of the Virgin ..."

In the morning, her prayer time is usually not too long, because tea is to be cooked. Grandpa will scold her if she doesn't prepare tea by then.

Sometimes, grandpa gets up earlier than grandma. He came to the top floor and saw her praying, so he would. A pie mouth contemptuously, stay for a while while drinking tea, he will say:

"I have taught you many times, you idiot. You always do your own thing. You are a heretic. Can God tolerate you? "

"He understands me. No matter what I say or say, he will understand. "

"Yes, you damn Chuvash ..."

Grandma's God will always be with her, and she will even mention God to the livestock. People, dogs, birds, bees and plants will obey her god; God is equally kind and kind to everything on earth.

The hostess of the pavilion keeps a cat, which is greedy and lazy, and especially flatters people. She has a pair of golden eyes and tousled hair, and everyone likes her.

Once, this cat took a myna from the garden, and grandma took a tortured bird from its mouth:

"Aren't you afraid of God punishing you, little man!"

When others laughed at her, she blamed them.

"You don't think that animals don't know God! Any creature knows God, as good as you, you heartless guys ... "

She is talking to the old horse Sharap.

"Don't always be listless, God's labor!"

The old horse shook his head.

Grandma doesn't talk about God's name as much as Grandpa does.

I think grandma's god is easy to understand and not terrible, but you can't lie in front of him.

Because you were embarrassed to do that, he caused a sense of shame in my heart, which is why I didn't lie to my grandmother.

Once, the hostess of the pavilion quarreled with my grandfather. She scolded my grandmother and threw carrots at her.

Grandma said quietly:

"You are so confused!"

This incident really makes me angry.

I want revenge on this fat woman!

According to my investigation, the main ways for neighbors to retaliate against each other are: cutting cats' tails, poisoning dogs, killing chickens, secretly pouring kerosene into pickles barrels, and dumping spills into Gowasu's barrels ... I want to take a more powerful approach.

That day, I saw an opportunity. The hostess went down to the cellar. I closed the lid of the cellar, locked it, danced an Avenger dance on it, threw the key on the roof and ran back to the kitchen. Grandma is cooking.

She didn't immediately understand why I was so happy, but when she did, she immediately kicked my ass and told me to get the key back at once.

I have to do this.

Hiding in the corner, silently watching her talk and laugh with the fat woman who has just been released.

"Good boy!"

The hostess waved her fist at me, but her face was full of smiles.

Grandma pulled me back to the kitchen and asked:

"Why are you doing this?"

Who told her to hit you with carrots ... "

"Oh, it's for me!"

"Listen, I won't put you under the stove to feed the mice! Tell your grandpa that he will skin you!

"Quick, go to school ..."

She ignored me all day. Before evening prayers, she sat next to me and taught me a few words that I will never forget:

"My dear, you have to remember, don't get involved in adult things!

"Adults are being tested by God. They have all gone bad. You didn't. You didn't. You should live according to the children's ideas.

"Wait for God to begin to understand for you and follow the path of life he has arranged for you, understand?

"As for who made what mistake, it is a very complicated matter, and sometimes God doesn't know."

"Does God know everything?"

I was surprised to ask.

She sighed:

"If he knows everything, then no one dares to do many things!

"He looked at the temple from the sky and looked at it again and again. Sometimes he burst into tears and said, "My little people, dear people, how I pity you?" "

Speaking of which, she cried herself and went to pray.

Since then, her god has been closer to me and better understood.

Grandpa also said that God is omnipotent, omnipresent and omnipresent. No matter what happens, he will help people with kindness.

However, his prayers are quite different from grandma's.

Every morning, he washed and washed, put on neat clothes, combed his brown hair, trimmed his beard, looked at the mirror and walked carefully to the icon.

He always stands on the floor with a big wooden scar like a horse's eye, standing silently for a while, with his head down like a soldier.

Then, he solemnly said:

"In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit!"

The room suddenly became solemn, and flies flew carefully.

He raised his eyebrows, pursed his golden beard and read the prayer meticulously:

"Why is the judge coming? Everyone's behavior will be deserved ..."

He gently caressed his chest, firmly request:

"I'm only for you, don't look at my sin ..."

His right leg beats rhythmically, as if beating time for prayer.

"A doctor was born to cure my years of pain. I call you from the bottom of my heart, kind mother! "

His eyes filled with tears:

"God, for the sake of my faith, don't care what I have done, and don't defend me!"

He kept drawing crosses, burning the room like a cramp and making some sharp noises.

Later, I went to the synagogue and found my grandfather praying like a Jew.

The tea urn banged on the table, and the room smelled of hot fried brown bread with milk residue.

This aroused my appetite.

Grandma's face is gloomy, her eyelids are drooping and she is sighing.

Happy sunshine shines from the garden into the window, pearl-like dewdrops shed colorful light on the branches, and the morning air smells of fennel, sour chestnuts and ripe apples.

Grandpa is still praying:

"Put out my painful fire, I am poor and bad!"

I have memorized the words of morning prayer and evening prayer. Every time, I only read my grandfather's prayer carefully to see if he mispronounced it!

This kind of thing is rare, but once it happens, I can't help being happy.

Grandpa finished praying and turned to us:

"Hello!"

We immediately bowed and everyone sat around the table.

I immediately said to him:

"You left out the word' compensation' today!"

"Nonsense!" But he is not confident at all, so his tone is not hard.

"What a leak!"

"It should be' but my faith compensates for everything!' But you didn't say' compensation'. "

"Really?"

He was completely embarrassed.

I know he will do something else to get back at me in the future, but at this moment, I am so happy.

On one occasion, grandma said:

"The old man, god probably also feel a little boring. Your prayers will never change. "

"ah? How dare you say that! "

He growled fiercely.

"You've never taken your heart out!"

He blushed and trembled, grabbed a plate and hit grandma on the head:

"You bastard!"

When he tells me the infinite power of God, he always emphasizes the cruelty of this power.

He said that if people commit crimes, they will be drowned; if they commit crimes, they will be burned to death and their cities will be destroyed.

God punishes mankind with hunger and plague, and rules the world with swords and whips.

"If you disobey God, you will perish!" He knocked on the table and said.

I don't believe that God can be so cruel.

I think all this is grandpa's imagination, the purpose is to scare me and make me afraid of him instead of God.

I answered bluntly:

"Of course! Do you dare not listen? "

"Well, why didn't grandma say so earlier?"

"She is an old fool!" He said sternly. "She can't read and has no brain. I won't let her talk to you about these big things! "

"Now you answer me, how many titles does an angel have?"

After I answered, I asked him again:

"What happened to these officials?"

"Nonsense!" He grinned, avoiding my eyes and biting his lip. "God is not an official. Being an official is a human matter. "

"The official eats the law and eats all the laws."

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-① There is only one letter difference between "legalist" and "eater" in Russian. My grandfather made a mistake.

"Fajin?"

"Fajin is a habit!"

At this point, he was refreshed and his eyes were shining.

"People live together to discuss good, this is the best, this is a habit, so this is the law!

"It's like children playing games, you have to say how to play first and make a rule. This is the rule of law. "

"What does that official do?"

"The gods, like the most naughty children, destroyed all the children and all the laws and regulations!"

"Why?"

"You can't tell!" He said with a frown:

"God is in charge of everything on earth!"

"Human things are unreliable. All he has to do is blow. Everything on earth will turn to dust! "

I am particularly interested in immortal, administers ask again:

"But uncle Yakov sings like this:

The immortality of God is the messenger of light.

Immortal body, immortal body, is Satan's slave! "

Grandpa closed his eyes, put his beard in his mouth and took a bite. His cheeks trembled and I knew he was laughing.

"Tie you and hag together and throw it into the river! This song should not be sung by him, nor should it be listened to by you. It is simply an alien joke! "

He suddenly spoke, thoughtful:

"Well, people ..."

Although he stayed away from God, he invited God to participate in his affairs, just like grandma.

He invited God and many saints.

Grandma knows nothing about these saints. She only knew Nikolai, Yuri, Flo and Raphael. They are also very kind to people. They traveled all over the countryside and cities, entered thousands of households and intervened in people's lives.

Grandpa's saints are all victims. They were tortured, skinned and burned to death because they kicked down the idol and quarreled with the Pope!

Grandpa sometimes says this:

"God, please help me sell this house, even if I only earn 500 rubles. I want to make a thank-you prayer for St. Nicholas! "

Grandma said to me in a sarcastic tone:

"Nicholas had to sell the house for this idiot. It's like Nicholas has nothing to do! "

I kept a book that my grandfather taught me to read. For a long time, he wrote all kinds of words in the book.

For example, this sentence:

"benefactor, teach me" disaster "means that my grandfather began to lend usury and secretly accept pawn in order to help his disappointing son.

Someone reported it. One night, the police rushed in. Search for a while, but found nothing, safe.

Grandpa prayed until the sun came out. In the morning, in front of me, he wrote this sentence in his notebook.

Before dinner, my grandfather and I read poems, prayers and Eflin Xilin holy book together.

After dinner, he began to do evening prayers, and the voice of repentance echoed in the room:

"Eternal God, how can I worship you and repay you ..." Bless the group from temptation, Great God ... "Bless me from being bullied by outsiders, wise God ..." Tears for me, remember me after my death, omnipresent God ... "

However, grandma often said:

"I'm exhausted today. I guess I can't pray. I have to go to bed. "

Grandpa often takes me to church, and I do evening prayers every Saturday and on holidays.

In the church, I also distinguish between people's prayers for childbirth: all priests and priests read prayers for grandpa's god, while the choir praises grandma's god.

I'm talking about the difference between two gods in children's eyes, which once tore my heart out in pain.

My grandfather's god scares me and makes me hostile, because he doesn't love anyone and always takes everything seriously. He is constantly looking for the evil side of human beings.

He doesn't believe in human beings, only believes in punishment.

Grandma's god loves everything, and I am immersed in the glory of his love.

During that time, God became the most important mental outlook in my life. If there is any other impression in my mind, it is cruel, dirty, ugly and beautiful.

I am always puzzled by a question. Why can't grandpa see the merciful God?

My family never let me play in the street, because the street is too dirty, and I feel like I am drunk and heavy.

I have no children, and the children in the street hate me very much; I don't like them to call me Kashlin, so they call me more intently:

"Hey, skinny Cash wants his grandson out!"

"Hit him!"

Fierce fighting.

I am not younger than them, and my strength is ok, but they are almost the children of the whole street, outnumbered, and they are black and blue every time they go home.

Grandma, when she saw me, she cried out in fear and pity:

"Oh, what's the matter, radish head? Fight? look at you ...

She washed my face, put a wet sponge on the bruise, and suggested to me:

"Don't always fight! You are honest at home. Why are you different when you are in the street? I told your grandpa that he must lock you up ... "

Grandpa never scolds me when he sees my black face and bruises. He just said:

"Get a medal again? You Annick warriors, don't go to the streets again, do you hear me? "

I don't have much interest in quiet streets, but I can't help running out when the children are making trouble outside.

I don't care much about fighting. What I particularly hate is their prank:

Let dogs bite chickens, mistreat cats, chase Jewish sheep, insult drunken beggars, and be dubbed "dead fool in your pocket"

Fool igosa.

Igaosha is a scrawny figure, wearing a shabby and heavy sheepskin coat, hunched and wobbled, staring at the land under his feet.

To my awe, he walked on as if he didn't care at all.

But he will suddenly stop, straighten up, look at the sun overhead, put on his hat and look around for a while as if he had just woken up.

"Igosa, where are you going?

Be careful, there is a dead fool in your pocket! "Cried the children.

He pursed his ass, awkwardly picked up the stones on the ground with trembling hands and fought back, cursing three dirty words that would never come out.

The children hit back at his vocabulary, which is much richer than his.

Sometimes, he limped after him, and his fur robe tripped him. He fell to his knees and supported the ground with his hands like dry branches.

Son, take this opportunity to throw stones at him more and more times. Dare to grab a handful of dirt on your head and fly away.

The saddest thing is Gregory Ivanovich.

He is blind and begging in the street. A little old woman holding his hand, he walked woodenly, tall and straight, without saying a word.

The old woman took him to the door or window:

"Please, for God's sake, have pity on the blind man!"

Gregory Ivanovich was silent, put on black-rimmed glasses and looked straight at everything in front of him. Painted hands tugged at his beard.

I often see this tragic scene, but I have never heard Gregory say a word.

I feel so depressed in my chest!

I didn't run to find him. On the contrary, every time I run away from him, I run home and tell my grandmother.

"Gregory is begging in the street!"

"ah!" She let out a cry of surprise.

"Take it, send it to him quickly!"

I flatly refused.

So grandma ran to the street and talked with Gregory for a long time.

He smiled and twisted his beard like an old man walking, but he said nothing except a few words.

Sometimes, grandma will take him home to eat something.

He would be willing to walk up to him because it would be too embarrassing. I know, grandma is also very embarrassed.

We all avoid talking about Gregory. Only once, after she sent him away, she walked back slowly and cried with her head down.

I went over to hold her hand.

She looked at me:

"He is a good man and likes you very much. Why are you avoiding him? "

"Why did Grandpa kick him out?"

Instead of answering her question, I asked her a question.

"Oh, your grandfather."

She stopped, put her arms around me, and almost whispered:

"Mark my words, God won't leave us alone! He will punish ... "

Sure enough, after 10 years, the punishment finally came.

At that time, my grandmother had rested in peace forever, and my grandfather frantically begged along the street and whispered:

"Give a steamed stuffed bun, be good enough, give a steamed stuffed bun! Alas, you people ... "

Once upon a time, he now has only one bitter and exciting sentence:

"Well, you people ..."

In addition to Igosha and Gregory, I feel depressed and pointed out that there is another person I can't avoid at first sight, that is, the prodigal woman Woloniha.

Every holiday, she will appear in the street.

She is tall with unkempt hair and sings obscene songs.

Everyone is hiding from her, hiding behind the gate and hiding in the corner.

As soon as she stepped off the street, it seemed as if she had swept it clean.

She sometimes kept howling with a terrible long sound:

"My children, where are you?"

I asked grandma, what is this?

"This is not what you should know!"

She answered calmly.

Yes, grandma told me about her briefly.

The woman's ex-husband voronov is an official. He wanted to climb up, so he gave his wife to his boss, who took it away.

Two and a half years later, when she came back, a son and a daughter were dead, and her husband lost all public funds and went to prison.

She was very sad, started drinking ... and was often taken away by the police.

In a word, home is better than street. Especially after lunch, grandpa went to Yakov's dyehouse, and grandma sat by the window and told me interesting fairy tales about my father.

Oh, what a wonderful time it was!

Grandma once saved a myna from a cat's mouth, cured it and taught it to talk.

Grandma often stands in front of myna hour by hour, endlessly repeating:

"Hey, you said: Give me some myna-rice!"

Myna blinks humorously. It can imitate orioles, jays, cuckoos and even kittens. But it seems difficult to learn human language.

"Stop being naughty and say, Give me some myna!"

Grandma has been teaching.

Starling suddenly gave a loud cry, as if it were this sentence. Grandma smiled and handed it to starling with her fingers and said:

"I said you can, you can do anything!"

She teaches myna that she can beg for food clearly. Seeing grandma from a distance, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "You-OK-Wow ..."

I used to hang it at my grandfather's house. Before long, my grandfather rushed it to the top floor because it always imitated my grandfather's speech.

Grandpa prayed, and myna put the yellow wax-like tip out of the crack of the cage and cried:

"Ball, ball, ball …" Bald, bald, bald … "

Grandpa thought it was insulting him and stamped his foot and shouted:

"Go away and take this little devil away, or I'll kill it!"

There are many things worth remembering at home, which is very interesting. But a sense of oppression that I can't get rid of almost suffocates me. It seems that I have been living in a dark place. In the pit, I can't see or hear, like a blind or deaf person. ...