Childhood sanshang

After the injury, I realized that the little Zgang people occupy a very special position in our big family.

Grandpa is not so rude to him as to my two cousins. When he is not present, he often squints and shakes his head and praises him: "[Ivan [Vanya's nickname] is a good helper, this ghost! Watch it, he will succeed in the future! "

His two uncles were also quite friendly to him. They never played tricks on him in different ways as they did master grigori.

Almost every day, both of them try to repair grigori, such as burning the handle of his scissors and putting a tack on his chair. Otherwise, they put different colors of cloth together and let blind craftsmen sew them into a piece of cloth, which will inevitably be scolded by grandpa.

Once, after dinner, grigori took a nap in the kitchen crib. They even painted magenta on his face when he was asleep. So for a long time, he had a funny and terrible expression.

Two uncles' tricks are endless, but grigori didn't say anything, just silently endured. Every time he takes scissors, iron, pliers and thimble, he spits on his fingers carefully.

This has become his habit. Even before he eats with a knife and fork, he will get his fingers wet and the children will laugh at him. Every time he is burned, his big face will wrinkle into a ball; Wrinkles followed his forehead and raised his eyebrows until he finally disappeared on his bald head.

I don't know grandpa's attitude towards his two sons' practical jokes, but grandma always throws fists at them and scolds them: "Two shameless things!" " "

But uncles often speak ill of Xiaoshigang people behind their backs, saying that he steals things and that he is lazy.

I asked my grandmother what was going on.

"Because they all want to open their own dye house in the future, they all want Vanya to help in their own dye house in the future," grandma explained to me. "So, they both speak ill of him in front of each other! Cunning! And they are all worried that Vanya will end up with your grandfather instead of choosing them. Your grandfather also has his own ideas. He wants to open another dyehouse with Vanya. This is very bad for your two uncles. Do you understand? " She is smiling.

"Their tricks have long been seen by your grandfather. So he deliberately said to them,' I want to buy Vanya a military exemption certificate so that he doesn't have to join the army. I can't live without him. You think, this is not driving your second uncle crazy! They don't want grandpa to beat them, and they don't want to spend money-it costs a lot of money to get a military exemption certificate! "

I live with my grandma again, just like when I was on the steam turbine. Every night before going to bed, she would tell me a fairy tale or tell me her own fairy tale experience. But when it comes to housework, such as separation, or grandpa wants to buy himself a new house, grandma seems to be a different person, as if she is just an outsider and a neighbor, not the second in charge of this family. From her mouth, I know that little Zokan turned out to be an abandoned child.

One rainy night in early spring that year, grandma found him on a bench in front of her house.

"He was covered in an apron," grandma recalled thoughtfully. "He was frozen stiff."

"Why would someone throw away their children?"

"If a mother has no milk and can't feed her children, she will ask which family has children who died shortly after birth, and when she finds out, she will secretly send her children to that family."

Speaking of which, grandma was silent for a while and combed her hair.

"It's all because of poverty, alessa!" She sighed, looked up at the ceiling, and then said, "Of course, if an unmarried girl gives birth to a doll, it is unacceptable to society! Your grandfather wanted to take him to the police station, but I stopped him. I said, keep him. This is God's will. He came to replace our dead child. I gave birth to eighteen children. If they are all alive, they can live in a street-eighteen families! Listen, I got married at fourteen and had my first child at fifteen. But God loves my flesh and blood so much that he recruited them one by one to be angels! I am distressed and happy! "

She was sitting on the edge of the bed in pajamas, with black hair hanging freely. She was very big, especially like a bear brought into the yard by a bearded farmer not long ago.

"God, you took the best and left me the worst!" She giggled and drew a cross on her white chest.

"I am very happy with Vanya-he is very likable. I like little guys like you! I took him in and baptized him. He began to live and grow here and became a good young man. At first, I called him "Beetle" because he crawled around the room and buzzed like a beetle. You can make friends with him, Alexei, he is a man with a solid heart! "

I really like Ivan. He often gives me unexpected surprises.

On Saturday, my grandfather will beat up the children who made mistakes in the past week as usual. At this time, the kitchen has become our fun game world.

Ivan would take some black cockroaches from behind the stove, then fold a sled out of paper, tie the sled and four cockroaches together with thin thread, and drive them to run on the shiny yellow desktop, shouting, "Go get the archbishop!" "

He will also put a piece of paper on another cockroach and chase it to the sled: "They forgot their bags. This is a monk, chase them!" " "

He tied another cockroach's leg with thread, so the cockroach got up and kowtowed step by step. Ivan clapped his hands and laughed. "The sacrificial helper came out of the pub and hurried to do evening prayers!" " "

He will also show us mouse performances, and those little guys are carefully trained by him. He made them stand up and walk on their hind legs. They dragged a long tail and their eyes wandered around, which was very funny. He cherishes these little mice, takes them with him, feeds them with sugar, kisses them and tells people: "Mice are very clever animals and are very close to people. The family god likes it very much. You are good to the mouse, and the family god will be good to you. "

Small people in Zokan can also play tricks with cards and money. When juggling, he is more energetic than all the children, shouting like a child.

Once, he played cards with some children. He was arrested several times in a row and looked unhappy. As soon as he got angry, he threw away the cards and stopped playing. Afterwards, he snorted and complained to me: "They must have colluded, but I didn't know! Make faces and change cards under the table! What skill is this? Who can't do this deceptive trick! "

At that time, he was nineteen years old, bigger than the four of us put together.

What I will never forget is the little Zgang people on holiday night. Grandpa and uncle Mikhail usually go out to be guests at this time.

Uncle Yakov came to the kitchen holding the lyre, and his curly hair was always so messy; Grandma will prepare a big snack for us with a bottle of vodka on it. The green glass bottle is carved with exquisite red flowers.

Young people in Shigang wear holiday clothes and spin like a top.

Grigori always tiptoes in.

Nanny Evgeniya must be there, too. She is as fat as a jar, blushing like freckles, with smart small eyes and a trumpet voice.

Sometimes, the Church of the Assumption of Our Lady, with her hair on, will come, along with several thin, weak and black people.

Everyone eats and drinks to their heart's content, and every child will get a cup of sweet juice. The atmosphere of joy is getting stronger and stronger.

Uncle Yakov tuned the piano and said as usual, "OK, I'm going to start!" " "

He tossed his curly hair back and began to play. His body clung to the instrument and his neck stretched out like a goose. He gently plucked the strings, his eyes were hazy and misty, and his carefree round face was intoxicated.

The music he plays can produce an irresistible force and make people want to stand up. Holding your breath, you seem to feel a rushing river rushing from a distance, penetrating walls and floors, coming towards you and stirring your heart.

It brings you sad mood and makes you feel melancholy and uneasy for no reason. Listening to such music, adults seem to have returned to childhood. Everyone sat still and said nothing.

Sasha of Mikhail's family listened so intently that the whole person turned to his uncle. His eyes were fixed on the piano, his mouth was open and his mouth even drooled.

Sometimes, he was so absorbed in listening that he accidentally slipped off his chair and just sat on the ground and continued listening, his eyes still so straight.

Music fascinates everyone, and only the sound of the teapot is accompanied harmoniously in the room.

Outside the two small windows is a dark autumn night. There are two candles on the table, flickering. Uncle Yakov looked in a trance, his eyes closed and his teeth clenched, as if he were asleep; But his hands are surprisingly dexterous; I saw his right hand with five fingers bent dancing on the sound hole of the piano, dazzling, while his left hand moved up and down quickly on the fingerboard.

If he drinks a little wine, he will play and sing in a hoarse and resentful voice, singing the same song every time:

"If Yakov were a puppy, he would let his neighbors hear him-oh, my God! Oh, how boring!

"A nun walking in the street, a crow standing on the fence-wow, wow, I'm so bored! A cricket croaked behind the stove and a frog croaked in the grave-wow, wow, I'm so bored!

"A beggar is drying the foot wrap, and another beggar is going to steal it-wow, it's so boring! How boring, my god! "

Every time my uncle sings this song, I can't listen to it. As soon as I sang Beggar, I couldn't help crying any more.

Like everyone else, Xiaoshigang listened attentively to his uncle's singing. He put his finger into his curly hair, stared at the corner and gasped.

Sometimes, he would sigh, "Oh, I wish I had a good voice! Then I will sing happily! "

"Come on, Yakov, this is worrying enough!" Grandma ended his singing with a sigh.

"Vanya, dance for everyone!"

You don't always agree to grandma's request at once, but musicians sometimes press the strings, then clench their fists, suddenly wave their hands, as if to throw something out of their bodies, and then shout:

"Trouble and sorrow roll for me! Vanya, play! "

Xiaoshigang people got up, dressed neatly, and walked carefully to the middle of the room, as if walking on the glass: "Yakov Vasilich, let's go." He smiled, his cheeks flushed.

The lyre was immediately played in a storm, and the boots of Xiaocuokan people jumped up with this crazy tune, and the dishes jingled. Little tsugaoka spins in the middle of the room, like a light bird. He is waving his arms and his steps are dazzling! Suddenly, with a scream, he squatted on the ground, spinning like a golden top, and only saw a flowing golden flame shining and trembling.

If the door is open, I think he can jump all the way to the street, to the whole city, to a place where no one knows. ...

"Take a diagonal line!" Uncle Yakov shouted and beat the time with his feet.

Small tzigane shrill whistling, mouth shouted jingle:

"If I didn't care about my shoes, I would have left home and left my wife!"

When people are infected by him, they can't help shivering and get carried away. Grigori, the bearded owner, beat his bald head to the beat of the music and muttered something to himself. Once, he leaned over my ear and his soft beard brushed my shoulder. He said to me like an adult, "Alexei Macsimovici, if only your father were here! Absolutely sensational! He is the most interesting person! Do you remember him? "

"I don't remember."

"Ah, before, he would dance with your grandmother ... hey, wait!"

Grigori stood up. He is tall, but thin, a bit like a fairy. He bowed to his grandmother and said in a rich voice that is hard to hear at ordinary times:

"Aculina Ivanovna, do us a favor and dance a song! Just like I used to dance with Maxim Savatier Yevich. How about it? "

"God, what's wrong with you, grigori Ivanovich? Oh, dear! " Grandma shrank back with a smile. "Call me to dance? Are you trying to make fun of me? ……"

But everyone unanimously asked her to get up and dance. Suddenly, she made up her mind, whooshed up, adjusted her clothes, straightened her back, looked up and took a dance step. Grandma suddenly seems to be a few decades younger. She jumped up and shouted, "Laugh all you want! Yakov! Music, go! "

My uncle leaned back, stretched his legs, half closed his eyes and played a slow tune.

Small tzigang paused, jumped in front of grandma, crouched down and jumped around grandma. Grandma gracefully stretched out her arms, raised her eyebrows, looked into the distance and slid silently on the floor.

I thought her appearance was funny, so I smiled. Grigori pointed out her finger to warn me, and all the other adults looked at me reproachfully.