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"Fanka"

Nine-year-old Fanka Zhukov was sent to be an apprentice to the shoemaker Ariashne three months ago. On Christmas Eve, he didn't lie down to sleep. He waited for the boss, his wife and several waiters to go to church for worship, then he took out a small bottle of ink and a pen with a rusty tip from the boss's cabinet, flattened a piece of crumpled white paper, and started writing a letter. Come.

Before writing the first word, he glanced worriedly at the door and the window, and then squinted at the dim statue. On both sides of the statue were two rows of shelves filled with items. Last. He sighed, knelt in front of the desk, and spread the piece of paper on the desk.

"Dear Grandpa Konstantin Makaryc," he wrote, "I am writing to you. I wish you a Merry Christmas and God bless you. I have no father. No mother, you are the only one left."

Fanka looked at the dark window, and the blurred shadow of the candle was reflected on the glass window; he imagined his grandfather Konstantin Makalich, It seemed like grandpa was right in front of me. ——Grandpa is the night watchman at Zhifaroviev’s house. He is a very interesting, thin old man, 65 years old, always smiling and winking. During the day, he always slept in the big kitchen. In the evening, he put on his large sheepskin coat, banged his clapper, and walked around the villa. The old female dog Kashidanka and the male dog Loach followed him with their heads lowered. Loach is a very obedient and lovable dog. Its body is black and as long as a weasel, so it is called a loach.

Now, Grandpa must be standing at the gate, squinting at the bright red windows of the country church. He must be stamping his feet in high felt boots, his clappers hanging on his belt, he was huddled up with cold, hunched shoulders...

The weather was so nice, sunny, and there was no wind at all. , dry and cold. It was a moonless night, but the whole village - the white roofs, the wisps of smoke coming out of the chimneys, the silver-white trees covered with thick frost, and the snowdrifts - were all visible. The sky was filled with stars blinking happily, and the Milky Way looked very clear, as if someone had polished it with snow for the festival...

Fanka sighed, dipped the tip of his pen, and Then keep writing.

“I was beaten last night because I fell asleep unknowingly while rocking their little cub’s cradle. The boss grabbed my hair and dragged me to the yard. She beat me with a belt. This week, the boss lady asked me to pick up a herring. I picked it up from the tail, and she picked it up and poked me in the face with the fish's mouth, and they sent me away. I was asked to steal the boss's cucumber when I went to the hotel. The boss picked up a cucumber and beat me. I had almost no food. I had some bread in the morning, porridge for lunch, and some bread in the evening. La, tea, only the boss himself is eating and drinking. They ask me to sleep in the corridor. When their little baby cries, I can't sleep, so I have to rock the cradle. Dear grandpa, have mercy on me. I'm leaving here and going back to our village! I can't bear it anymore! ...I kneel down for you and I will always pray to God to take me away from here, or I will. Dying! ..."