Gorky's childhood full text

Yesterday in a dark little house, my father lay sprawled on the floor.

He was dressed in white, barefoot, and his fingers bent feebly.

His happy eyes closed tightly and turned into two black holes; She grinned as if she scared me.

My mother knelt beside him and combed my father's hair with a small comb that I often use to saw watermelon skin.

Mother wore a red apron and muttered gruffly, and tears kept flowing from his swollen eyes.

Grandma held my hand tightly. She was crying and shaking all over, which made my hand shake.

She tried to push me to my father's side. I don't want to go. I'm scared!

I've never seen such a fight, and I have a strange fear.

I don't understand what grandma repeatedly said to me:

"Come, say goodbye to dad, son. He is a minor, but he is dead. You'll never see him again, dear ... "

I always believe everything my grandmother says. Although she is dressed in black now, her head and eyes are surprisingly big, which is quite strange and fun.

I was seriously ill when I was young, and my father took care of me, but later, my grandmother came and he took care of me.

"Where are you from?"

I asked.

"Nini, you came by boat, you can't walk, you can't walk on water, son!"

She answered.

You can't walk on water! By boat!

Ah, that's ridiculous, that's funny!

There are several bearded Persians living upstairs in my house; Carl Mike, an old man selling sheepskin, lived in the basement; Along the stairs, you can slide down. If you fall, you will fall head first.

I am familiar with all this, but I have never heard of anyone coming up from the water.

"How can I be a child?"

"Because you are talkative!"

She said with a smile.

From that moment on, I fell in love with this kind old man. I hope she can get me out of here at once.

Because I'm in too much pain here.

My mother's crying startled me, but she had never been so weak. She has always been strict.

My mother is big, with hard bones and strong hands. She always dresses up for Li Suosuo.

But now I can't. My clothes are crooked and messy. Her hair used to be combed bare and stuck to her head like a big bright hat, but now it is pulled over her bare shoulders. She knelt there and some of her hair touched her father's face.

I stood in the room for a long time, but she didn't look at me. She just combed her father's hair and shed tears.

There are some people standing outside the door, including country people in black and policemen.

"Hurry up, hurry up and clean up!"

The policeman shouted impatiently.

The window was covered with a black shawl, and a gust of wind blew it, making it tremble.

The sound reminds me of the time when my father took me boating. We were playing when suddenly it thundered and scared me to shout.

My father smiled, grabbed me with his knee and said loudly, "Don't be afraid, it's okay!" " "

Thinking of this, I suddenly saw my mother struggling to get up from the floor, but she didn't stand firm. She fell on her back and her hair was scattered on the floor.

Her eyes were closed, her face was livid, and she grinned like her father: "Get out, Alexei! Close the door. "

Grandma ran behind a box in the corner, and mother rolled on the ground, groaning in pain and gnashing her teeth.

Grandma followed her crawling on the ground and said happily, "Oh, my God!

"In the name of the Father and the Son, Varusha, hold on!"

That's terrible!

They rolled around their father and touched him back and forth, but he didn't move, as if he were still laughing!

They tossed about on the floor for a long time, and their mother stood up several times and fell down again. Grandma is like a strange black ball, rolling around her mother.

Suddenly, in the dark, I heard a child crying!

"Oh, thank God, it's a boy!"

Light a candle.

I can't remember what happened afterwards. Maybe I fell asleep in the corner.

Another impression in my memory is a desolate corner of the cemetery.

It was raining, and I stood on the sticky mound and watched them put my father's coffin in the grave.

The pit is full of water, and there are some frogs. Two of them have climbed to the yellow coffin lid.

Standing next to the grave are me, grandma, the policeman and two country people with gloomy faces and shovels.

Raindrops keep hitting everyone.

"Bury it, bury it!"

The police gave the order.

Grandma began to cry again and covered her face with a horn scarf.

The countryman immediately pursed his ass and filled the hole.

The soil hits the water, and the sound is straight; Two frogs jumped down from the coffin and climbed up the pit wall, but the clods soon knocked them down again.

"Let's go, Alexei!"

Grandma patted me on the shoulder. I broke free. I don't want to leave.

"Oh, really, God!"

I don't know whether she blames me or God. She stood there quietly, the grave was filled, and she still stood there, motionless.

The wind blew and the rain was blown away.

Two country people landed flat with shovels and tinkled.

Grandma led me through many black crosses to the distant church.

"Why don't you cry?" You should cry! "Out of the cemetery fence, she said.

"I don't want to cry."

"Oh, don't want to cry, forget it, don't cry!"

I seldom cry. I cry because I am angry, not because of pain or anything.

As soon as I cry, my father laughs at me, and my mother scolds me severely: "Stop crying!" " "

We sat in a pony car and walked on a dirty street. The street is wide, with crimson houses on both sides.

"Can those two frogs still come out?"

"Maybe they can't get out, but God will bless them, it's okay!"

Neither father nor mother mentioned God so often.

A few days later, grandma, mom and I got on a boat together.

The newborn little brother died, wrapped in white cloth and red-headed documents, lying quietly on a small table.

I sat on my luggage and looked out of the small window. The frothy turbid water outside receded, and splashing water hit the window from time to time.

I jumped up instinctively.

"Oh, don't be afraid!"

Grandma picked me up with her warm hands and put me on the luggage.

The water was foggy, and occasionally black land appeared in the distance, and immediately disappeared into the dense fog.

Everything around me was shaking except my mother, who stood motionless against the boat with her hands behind her head.

Her face was livid, her legs were closed and she was silent.

She is a different person, even her clothes have changed. I think she is getting more and more strange.

Grandma often says to her, "Valeria, eat something and eat less, okay?"

Mother didn't seem to hear, but she remained motionless.

Grandma always speaks softly to me, but she speaks louder to her mother, but she is also very careful and seems a little timid.

She seems a little afraid of her mother, which brings me closer to my grandmother.

"Saladov, where are the sailors?"

Mother suddenly shouted angrily.

What? Saladov? Sailor? Strange.

A white-haired man came in. He is dressed in blue and carrying a wooden box.

Grandma took the box and put the little brother's body in it.

She stretched out her arm and walked to the door with the affairs box, but she was so fat that she had to lean sideways to get through the narrow hatch.

She's a little overwhelmed.

"Look at you, Mom!"

Mother let out a cry, grabbed the coffin and they left.

I was still in the cabin, looking at the man in blue.

"Ah, little brother is dead, isn't he?"

"Who are you?"

"sailor."

"Where is Saradov?"

"This is a city. Look, it's right outside the window! "

Outside the window, the black land is sometimes exposed to fog, like a circle just cut from a big bread.

"Where's Grandma?"

"Go and bury your little brother."

"Buried underground?"

"Not buried in the ground. Where? "

I told him that I buried two frogs when I buried my father. He picked me up and kissed me.

"Ah, little friend, there are some things you still don't understand!"

"There is no need to pity those frogs. Have pity on your mother. Look at what you have been tortured into! "

The whistle sounded.

I know this is a ship barking, so I'm not afraid. The sailor quickly put me down and ran out, saying, "Hurry up, hurry up!" " "

I couldn't help running.

There is no one in the dark corridor outside. The copper inlaid on the stairs sparkled.

Looking up, someone was walking around with a bag on his back. They got off the boat, so it's time for me to get off the boat.

But when I walked to the pedal next to the deck with everyone, someone shouted to me, "Whose child is this?"

"I don't know whose child I am."

People touch me and pat me, which makes me a little overwhelmed. Finally, the white-haired sailor came running, picked me up and said, "Oh, he ran out of the cabin, from astrakhan."

He took me back to the cabin and threw me on the luggage, which startled me:

"I'll beat you if you run around again!"

I just sat there.

Footsteps and voices overhead quieted down and the ship stopped ringing and chattering.

There is a wet wall outside the window of the hut. The cabin is dark, and the luggage seems to be too big, which makes me breathless.

So I was left on the boat forever?

I went to open the door, but I couldn't open it. The brass doorknob won't turn at all.

I picked up the bottle of milk and threw it at the door handle. The bottle broke and the milk ran down my leg into my boots.

I was depressed, lying on my luggage and crying quietly. Finally, I fell asleep with tears in my eyes.

The poop-poop vibration of the ship surprised me. The window of the hut is as bright as a small sun.

Grandma sat next to me, frowning and combing her hair. She kept talking to herself.

She has a lot of hair, which covers her shoulders, chest and knees tightly and hangs to the ground.

She lifted her hair from the ground with one hand and laboriously combed the small wooden comb into her thick hair.

Her lips tilted unconsciously, and her black eyes stared angrily at the hair in front; Her face is so small that it looks ridiculous in her thick hair.

She is not happy today, but when I asked her why her hair is so long, her tone was as gentle as yesterday: "It seems that God gave me punishment, and he asked me to comb these damn hair!" "

"When I was a child, this was my baby to show off, but now I curse it!

"Sleep, my baby, it's still early, the sun has just come out!

"I don't sleep!"

"Well, if you don't sleep, you won't sleep," she agreed at once. While knitting her hair, she looked at her mother lying motionless on the sofa. "Well, tell me, how did you break the milk bottle yesterday? Whisper to me! "

She spoke softly and sweetly and patiently, and I remembered every word.

She laughed, her black eyes were bright, and she had an indescribable pleasure. Her teeth are white and her face is a little black, but she still looks young.

Perhaps the most disappointing thing about her face is her big soft nose and red nose.

She led me to out of the dark, into the light, and brought beautiful light rings to the things around me!

Her forever friend is the person I know best, and I am closest to her!

Her selfless love guides me, so that I will not lose the courage to live in any difficult and difficult environment!

These days 40 years ago, the ship moved so slowly. It took us several days to get to Nizhny by 0 1, and I can still clearly recall the first few beautiful days.

The weather cleared up and grandma and I stayed on the deck all day.

The Volga River flows quietly, the autumn is crisp, the sky is clear and Wan Li, and the autumn colors on both sides are very strong, which is the scene before the harvest.

The orange boat went upstream, and the oars slowly beat the blue water and rumbled.

A barge was towed behind the ship. The barge is gray, like a water turtle.

With the change of scenery, the scenery on both sides of the strait changes all the time, including cities, villages, mountains and rivers, the earth, and those golden leaves floating on the water.

"Oh, how beautiful!"

Grandma was radiant and walked up and down the deck, her eyes wide with excitement.

Occasionally, she stood there, staring blankly at the riverbank, with her hands crossed on her chest, smiling and tears in her eyes.

I tugged at her black skirt.

"Oh, I seem to be asleep!"

She was shocked.

"Why are you crying?"

"Dear baby, I am crying because I am so happy!"

"I am old, you know, I have lived for 60 years!"

She sniffed the snuff and began to tell me some strange stories, including good robbers, monsters, saints and sages.

Her voice was very low, her face was close to mine, and she stared at my eyes mysteriously, as if it had injected exciting power into my eyes from there.

She speaks fluently and naturally, which is very nice. Every time she finished, I always said:

"Tell me another one!"

"Ok, ok, tell me another one!"

"There is a kitchen god, sitting on the stove, with noodles sticking to his feet. He screamed, "ouch, it hurts. I can't stand it, little mouse!" " "

At some point, grandma lifted one foot and dangled it, pretending to be in pain, as if she were the kitchen god with noodles in her foot.

I also listen to stories with the sailors on the ship, all tall people with beards.

They praised grandma's good speech and asked, "Old lady, tell me another one!" " "

Also said:

"Come on, have dinner with us!"

At the dinner table, they invited grandma to drink vodka and let me eat watermelon and cantaloupe.

However, all this was done in secret, because there was a man on board who forbade everyone to eat fruit. When he sees it, he will not hesitate to take the fruit and throw it into the river for you.

This man is wearing something like a police uniform with brass buttons nailed on it. He looks drunk all day, and people avoid him.

Mother seldom goes on deck. She avoided us.

Mother is tall and straight, with a livid face and thick braids hanging on her head like a crown.

She is always silent, as if there is an impenetrable fog hanging over her, and her big gray eyes like grandma seem to look at the world coldly in a distant place forever.

She once said sternly:

"Mom, everyone is laughing at you!"

"I don't care, keep joking and let them laugh!"

I can still clearly remember in my mind that grandma was as happy as a child when she saw Nini.

She excitedly pulled me to the side of the ship's rail and loudly said:

"Look, it's so beautiful!"

"That's Xiani, my God, where the gods live!"

"Look, this is a church. It seems to be flying in the air! "

She was so excited that she almost shed tears and begged my mother:

"Varusha, look at it?"

"You may have completely forgotten this place. Take a quick look. You will be happy! "

Mother smiled reluctantly.

The ship anchored in the middle of the river.

The river is crowded with ships, and hundreds of masts soar into the sky.

A ship full of people docked on the ship, and people put up ladders from the ship and climbed onto the deck of the ship.

There is a thin old man walking in front. He is dressed in black, with a golden beard, a hooked nose and green eyes.

"Dad!"

Mother gave a deep and loud cry and threw herself into his arms.

He hugged his mother, stroked her face and shouted in a very sharp voice:

"Oh, silly boy, what's the matter?"

"Oh, you people!"

At the same time, grandma is like a spinning top, hugging and kissing everyone in the blink of an eye.

She pushed me in front of everyone:

"Oh, come on, this is uncle Miharo, this is uncle Yakov, and this is aunt Natalya. Both cousins are called Sasha, and both cousins are called Kajalina! "

"We are all family, shall we? How much is it? "

Grandpa asked grandma:

"How are you, Mom?"

"They kissed three times.

Grandpa pulled me out of the crowd:

"Who are you?"

"I came up from astrakhan and ran out of the cabin ..."

"God, what did he say!" Grandpa asked his mother, and before I could answer, he pushed me away:

"Oh, look, cheekbones are just like his father! Ok, get off the boat! "

Get off the boat and go up the slope. The slopes are covered with pebbles, and the roads are covered with yellow weeds.

Grandpa and mom walk at the front of the line. He is very small, just reaching his mother's shoulder. He walked fast, while her mother looked down at her father as if floating in the air.

Followed by two uncles: uncle Mikhail's black hair is neatly combed and as thin as grandpa's; Uncle Yakov's hair is bright and curly.

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(1) Mihailou nickname and a few fat women, dressed very brightly; Six children sat in the back, all quiet.

I was accompanied by my grandmother and my little aunt Natalya.

Aunt is pale, with blue eyes and a big belly. She trudged and often stopped to gasp:

"Oh, I can't walk!"

"Well, they let you do? How stupid! " Grandma scolded.

Walking among these people, I feel very lonely. I feel like a stranger. Even my grandmother seems to have changed and alienated me.

I like grandpa the least. I smell hostility in him. I'm a little afraid of him and a little curious.

Up the slope, there is a street.

A low bungalow courtyard stands in front of us. The pink paint is dirty, the eaves are low and the windows stand out.

Just looking at the appearance, you will feel that there is a lot of space inside, but it is divided into many small rooms and very crowded.

There was a lot of people on every side. Everyone seems to be losing their temper and walking around angrily. Children are like a flock of sparrows stealing food. There is a particularly unpleasant smell in the air.

The yard is covered with wet cloth, and buckets are everywhere on the ground. The water inside is colorful and soaked with cloth.

In a low house in the corner, the fire was burning fiercely, something was boiling and ringing, and an invisible man shouted some strange words:

"Rosewood-magenta-sulfate."