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About Gorky's Reading Experience (from Chapter 6 of Childhood, Revising the Old Draft)

In the garden, beetles are buzzing around the birch trees; In the yard next door, a hoop maker is working, and someone is sharpening a knife nearby; In the ravine below the garden, the children are noisy in the dense forest, which makes people itch. I really want to go out and have fun! The gloom of dusk gradually welled up in my mind.

Suddenly, my grandfather put a small new book I didn't know where I got it on his palm and slapped it heavily. He happily called me:

"Hey, you come here, naughty boy! Sit down, you high cheekbones. Look at this. You read a book ... is it ... what about this? You read a book ... no, it's ... "(Grandpa taught Alexei to read, and the translator deliberately deleted the ancient Russian letters. Translator's note)

Grandma chimed in:

"You lie down honestly, old man ..."

"You don't mind, shut up! That's what I do, or I can't stand it. Come on, Lacey! "

He put a hot and sweaty arm around my neck, put the book under my nose, and reached over my shoulder with the other hand, lighting letters with his fingers. He smelled of vinegar, sweat and burnt chives. I was almost out of breath, but he was in high spirits and shouted in my ear in a hoarse voice:

"land! People! "

I know all these words in the language, but writing them in Slavic letters doesn't agree with their meanings. The letters of "land" are like maggots, the letters of "verbs" are like hunchbacked Gregory, and the word "I" is like grandma and me; But my grandfather is similar to all the letters in some places. My grandfather taught me to remember the font and pronunciation of letters, regardless of the meaning of words. He forced me to read the alphabet for a long time, sometimes asking me in sequence, and sometimes asking questions at random. His enthusiasm infected me, and I was sweating and screaming. This made him laugh. He scratched his chest and coughed, crumpling all the books in his hand. He hoarse voice said:

"Mom, you see, he is hanging his throat! Hey, astrakhan lunatic, what are you yelling about? Why are you yelling? " I come from astrakhan, and astrakhan is where Gorky's parents live. See the beginning of this book. Translator's note)

"What are you shouting ..."

I looked at him and then at my grandmother. I was really happy. Grandma leaned her elbow on the table and supported her cheek with her fist. She looked at us and said with a deep smile:

"All right, you will shout bad voice! ……"

Grandfather kindly explained to me:

"I shouted because I was ill. Why are you? "

He shook his head and said to his grandmother:

"Natalya said that he has a bad memory, which is wrong. Thank God, he has the memory of a horse! Turn your nose up and read it again! " (Natalia is Gorky's menstruation. Translator's note)

Finally, he pushed me out of bed like a joke:

"all right! You take this book. Tomorrow, you have to read all the letters to me, so I can give you five kopecks ... "When I reached for the book, he pulled me aside again and said gloomily:

"Your mother left you and suffered in this world, little grandson ..." (Gorky died at the age of three and his mother ran away. Translator's note)

Grandma can't help shivering:

"alas! Father, why do you say this? ……"

"I don't want to say it, but the pain drives me ... alas! What a girl, going the wrong way ... "(Grandpa likes his daughter very much. Translator's note)

He fiercely pushed me away and said:

"Go and play! Don't take to the streets, just in the yard or garden ... "

I should go to the garden! No sooner had I arrived at Huayuan Mountain than several children started throwing stones at me from the ravine, and I was glad to return them.

"Cleisthenes is coming!" When they saw me from a distance, they shouted and armed themselves. "hey!"

I don't know what "Cleisthenes" means. (Russian) The following are onomatopoeic words made by children themselves, perhaps imitating the sound of "goat". I'm not angry with this nickname either, but I like to beat off many people by myself, and I'm glad to see that every stone I hit drove the enemy into the Woods. This kind of fight is not out of malice, and the ending is hard to make people angry.

I have no difficulty in learning to read, Grandpa (I used my nickname "Grandpa" this time). This is one of the few times in childhood. Use "grandpa" in other places. The more you care about me, the less you hit me, although according to my own estimation, you should play more frequently than before; Because as I grew up, I became bolder and bolder, violating his rules and teachings. However, he just scolded me a few times and hit me a few times with his hand. The old man comes from a bitter family and is a strong one among the poor. With his intelligence, hard work and ability, he climbed to this position and became the owner of a dye house with many properties. Translator's note)

I thought, maybe he hit me for nothing before, and it didn't work. One day, I told him what I thought.

He poked my chin gently, lifted my head, blinked and said with a long accent:

"What-?"

What hey hey smile, said:

"Hey, why are you talking nonsense! How do you estimate how many times you should be beaten? Who can estimate it except myself? Go away, fuck you! "

But he immediately grabbed my shoulder, stared at me again and asked:

"Are you clever or honest, huh?"

"I don't know ..."

"You don't know? Then I'll tell you: be smart, it will be better. Honesty is stupid, you know? Sheep are honest. You remember! Go, play ... "

Soon I will be able to spell hymns; This kind of study is usually arranged after tea, and I have to finish reading a hymn every time. It seems that my grandfather taught Gorky to read in many places. Translator's note)

"Letters-people-alphabet-life-life-us-fools-fools-happiness" I read, while moving my grandfather's pointer on the paper. (Part of the original text is guslav's letter. Because of boredom, I asked.

"Uncle Yakov is a stupid husband, right?"

"I'll slap you and let you know who is a silly happy husband!" Grandpa snorted angrily, but I think he was angry only out of habit, for dignity.

I almost never miss this feeling: after a while, he forgot me and muttered:

"It is! Speaking of playing the piano and singing, he is called King David. But what he did was as vicious as Absalom. Making up songs, gluttony, amusement ... everything! This kind of person! You say' jump with your legs happily', but can you jump far? This is not a long jump! " Absalom, the son of King David, stabbed his brother, rose to usurp the throne and was defeated and killed. Translator's note)

I simply stopped reading and listened attentively, looking at his gloomy and worried face from time to time. His eyes narrowed and pointed at me, looking forward from my head, where there was a melancholy and warm light. I already know that grandpa's usual severity is disappearing from him at this moment. He tapped on the table with his thin fingers, his dyed nails gleamed and his golden eyebrows trembled slightly.

"Grandpa!" (It's another nickname. Translator's note)

"hmm!"

"Tell a story."

"You study, lazy boy!" He mumbled as if he had just woken up and rubbed his eyes with his hand. "I like listening to jokes and stories, but I don't like reading hymns ..."

However, I suspect that he prefers jokes and stories to hymns, although he can recite almost all hymns and read them aloud every night before going to bed, just like a priest reading a prayer book in church.

As for reading, the quotation can stop here. But the following quotation is more interesting. It is also in line with the mentality of children when they are studying. Conform to the teaching method. I remember that in middle school history class, we often ask teachers to tell some related stories in class. The following quotations are useful for us to understand the Russian society at that time. Translator inserted)

I sincerely begged him, and the old man who was getting softer and softer gave in to me.

"It doesn't matter! The hymn will always be with you, and I will soon be judged by God ... "

He leaned back and clung to the wool back of the old easy chair. He looked up at the ceiling and talked thoughtfully about the past in a low voice, talking about his father:

Once, a group of robbers came to Ba Laha to rob Chaev, a businessman. Grandpa's father ran to the bell tower and sounded the alarm. The robbers caught up with him, hacked him to death with a big knife and threw him under the bell tower.

"At that time, I was very young and didn't see it, so I don't remember. I began to remember the year when the French came. That's 18 12. I just turned twelve. My father also started as an apprentice at the age of twelve. I graduated from primary school at the age of twelve. Generally speaking, children start school at the age of six and graduate from primary school at the age of twelve. Maybe there are physiological reasons here. At that time, about 30 French prisoners were taken to our city, Ba Laha. They are thin and small, and their clothes are worse than beggars. They were shivering all over, and some of them were too cold to stand on their feet. The people wanted to kill them, but the troops escorting them wouldn't let them. The Yugoslav capital army stepped in and drove the people home. After that, nothing happened. Everyone is used to it. These French people are smart and capable, and even live happily and often sing. Noble lords often come here from Nepal in a troika to visit prisoners. When they arrived, some abused the French, stretched out their fists to scare them and even beat them; People talk to them cordially in French, give them some money and give them all kinds of warm things. Another old man buried his face in his hands and began to cry. He said:' finally, Napoleon, a bad guy, suffered from the French!' You see, this Russian, even a noble, has a kind heart and is full of sympathy for others ... "(Napoleon I, Napoleon? Bobana was the first emperor of France. 18 12 France invaded Russia and arrived at the gates of Moscow, but it was finally completely defeated. The two countries went to war, and the victims were the two peoples. In the past, when Japan invaded China, the Japanese people were also victims. Grandfather can see such things. Of course, this is Gorky's point of view. Translator's note)

He closed his eyes, wiped his hair with his hand, was silent for a while, and then continued to tell his past carefully:

"One winter, there was a snowstorm in the street, and the cabin was bitterly cold. The French often look for my mother under my small window-she bakes bread and sells bread. They knocked on the glass, cried and danced, begging for hot bread. Mother wouldn't let them into my little room and handed a loaf of bread out of the window. The French seized it and held it in their arms. Just baked bread, warm, straight on the body, stick to the heart. I don't know how they stand it! Many people froze to death-they came from warm places and were not used to the cold. There are two Frenchmen living in the bathhouse of our vegetable garden-an officer and his orderly Milan. The officer was tall, thin and scrawny, wearing an old-fashioned women's coat-it was knee-deep. People are very kind and love to drink; My mother secretly brewed beer for sale, so he often came to buy wine, drank enough when he came back, and sang when he was drunk. He learned to talk about us, saying,' There is nothing white here, it's black, it's fierce!' He can't speak Russian well, but he can guess. He is right: our upstream border region is not warm; The lower reaches of the Volga River are warmer. After crossing the Caspian Sea, it seems that there is no snow at all. This is credible, because there is no mention of snow and winter in the gospels, poems, especially poems, and the place where Christ lives is there ... We will end the poems and I will teach you to read the gospels. My grandfather, like my grandmother, is a devout believer in God. However, the gods in their hearts are different: grandpa's god is fierce and grandma's god is kind. Childhood has a wonderful description of this. Translator's note)

He was silent again, as if taking a nap. He squinted at the window, as if thinking about something, and his body looked smaller and sharper.

"Go ahead," I reminded him softly.

"All right," he hesitated and began. "The French, I mean, they are human! Not worse than us, we are all sinners of God. They often shout to my mother:' madam, madam', which means' madam' and' madam' in Russian, but my mother, the lady, can carry out a bag of 150 Jin of flour from the grain store. She has amazing power and is nothing like a woman. I am twenty years old, and she can shake my hair easily. I was quite energetic when I was twenty. In addition, Milan, an orderly who loves horses, often goes to various courtyards and makes gestures to wash horses. At first we were afraid of his prank-the enemy! Later, the villagers took the initiative to find him:' Mi Lang, come!' He came over with a smile and bowed his head, as meek as an ox. He has red hair, a big nose and thick lips. He is very good at riding horses and has amazing medical skills in treating horses. Later, he became a horse doctor here in Xianie, but later he went crazy and was killed by the fire brigade. As for the officer, he fell ill in the spring and died quietly on Nicholas's Spring Festival (May 5): he sat under the window of the bathhouse, his head sticking out as if in meditation-so he died. I feel sorry for him, and even secretly cry for him. He is gentle and affectionate. He grabbed my ear and said something about himself affectionately. I don't understand, but I feel good. Human intimacy can't be bought in the market. He wanted to teach me French, but my mother wouldn't let me. She took me to see the priest. The priest ordered me to be beaten and sued the police officer. Little grandson! Life was hard and harsh at that time. You won't bear this anger, it will be borne by others for you. Remember! For example, I have experienced this situation ... "(Gorky's childhood was bitter enough, but his grandfather was even more bitter-this was Russia at that time! Translator's note)

It was dark, and grandpa's body became surprisingly tall in the twilight; His eyes glow like cats. He talks about everything calmly, seriously and thoughtfully, but when it comes to himself, he is enthusiastic, quick and complacent.

I don't like him talking about himself, and I don't like his constant orders:

"remember! You must remember this! "

I don't want to remember many of his words, but even without grandpa's orders, they stuck into my memory like needles. He never tells fairy tales, only his past experiences. I also found that he didn't like being asked, so I asked him this and that:

"Who is better? French or Russian? "

"Then how do I know? I haven't seen how the French live in their own country, "he said angrily, and then added:

"As the saying goes, in their own nest, the weasel also performed very well ..."

"So the Russians are good?"

"What kind of people have. The landlord era was better, when people were handcuffed. Now everyone is free-but there is no bread and salt! Gentlemen are certainly not charitable, which is why they are smarter than others; Can't say that all masters are like this. If you meet a good host, you will appreciate him and like him. There is also a master who is as stupid as a fool. You can play whatever you want. We have many people like empty shells. You see, he's a man. Once we understand, it turned out to be just an empty shell, with nothing in it and nothing to eat. We people should be educated and hone our intelligence, but we don't have a real grindstone ...?

"Are Russians strong?"

"We have a strong man, but the problem is not strength, but intelligence. No matter how strong you are, you are always bigger than a horse. " Without intelligence, no matter how strong it is, it can only be cattle and horses, working for others. Translator's note)

"Why do the French want to fight us?"

"War is the tsar's business, and we can't understand it!"

I asked Napoleon who he was, and my grandfather's answer was still vivid:

"This man is brave and tenacious, and wants to conquer the world, and then let everyone live the same life. He doesn't need a master or an official, and he lives a life without achievements. People just have different names, but everyone has the same rights. There is only one belief. This idea is of course stupid. Only lobsters are difficult to distinguish, and there are all kinds of fish. Sturgeon does not associate with catfish, and catfish does not associate with herring. We also have a Napoleonic figure-Racine? Stepan? Timofeev, Bugatsch? Ye Mirjan? Ivanov. (Both of them are famous Russian peasant uprising leaders. In biographies, it is often a name? The father's first name uses all three surnames. Grandfather actually called them "Napoleonic figures". There are praises and criticisms in it! I will talk about them later ... "

Gorky lost his father at the age of 4 and his mother at the age of 10. He only went to school for two years and tried to become a great writer in the Soviet Union. Everyone has experienced it in childhood. Everyone has his own good time to remember and cherish. Childhood is beautiful, childhood is happy, childhood is happy, childhood is unforgettable ... and Gorky's childhood is horrible and tragic, which makes people afraid to recall. As far as the book Childhood written by Gorky is concerned, childhood should be a tragic experience and a profound memory for him. Childhood is the first part of this trilogy, which tells the story of Gorky's childhood when his father was lost and his mother remarried, and he lived with his grumpy and declining grandparents.

The protagonist of the book Childhood is Alesha. Its main content is that poor Aletha lost his father at the age of three, lost his kind fatherly love, and followed his mother and grandmother to a small dyehouse of his grandfather. This is a family full of hatred and a strong habit of ordinary people. This is a suffocating family. Since then, a dark life has befallen Alisha. Grandpa has a bad temper and often beats grandma and Alisha, which casts a shadow over Alisha's young mind. Aletha's uncles are grumpy, surly, greedy and selfish, and abandon their families for property ... Their homes are full of flames of hatred between people. Alisha lives in fear every day, and only her mother and grandmother love her. But his mother died when he was 1 1 years old ... Later, Alesha made a close friend-"Xiao Jigang", and they talked about everything and formed a deep friendship. However, the good times did not last long, and the poor "little Ci Gang" was killed by two fierce uncles. Alesha lost his best friend in this way. A few years later, his grandmother who loved him the most died, and so did his mother. Although there are so many unspeakable tragedies and ugliness described in the work, the whole work still exudes optimism like sunshine penetrating through clouds. Aletha, the hero, is not overwhelmed by the hardships, pain and humiliation of life. He is full of confidence, works hard, breaks through all kinds of obstacles and misfortunes, and constantly explores a new life. This optimism makes his works have a positive color in ideological content. This book is not only rigorous in artistic structure, but also excellent in characterization. Gorky successfully used a variety of artistic techniques in his childhood and created a series of vivid characters. Cruel, selfish, insidious and irritable grandfather, greedy uncle, indifferent mother, kind and kind grandmother, happy and capable Shigang, hardworking and capable old craftsman grigori, happy and lovely nanny Evgeniya. Among these characters, grandparents left the deepest impression on readers. Grandma is one of the most vivid and poetic female images in the history of Russian literature. She is a symbol of the great mother and the miserable life in Russia. She likes singing, telling stories and dancing. She is kind, kind and strong, and she can attract people around her in very noisy and chaotic situations, adding a pleasant mood to a hard and suffocating life. Gorky quoted a large number of folk songs, fairy tales and stories through her appearance description, language and movements, and portrayed her image in an all-round way. It is worth reading, so Mr. Lin will recommend it to the students, hoping that they can use their spare time to enter the book Childhood.