Who knows "Fanka"?

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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 in 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 went to the hotel to get a drink, and they asked me to steal the boss's cucumbers. The boss just picked up a cucumber and beat me. La, tea, only the boss himself is eating and drinking. They ask me to sleep in the corridor. When their little cub 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. I'm going to die! ..."

Fanka curled his lips, rubbed his eyes with the back of his dirty hands, and sobbed.

"I will rub tobacco leaves for you," he continued, "I will pray to God for you. If I do something wrong, just give me a good beating. If you If I'm afraid I won't be able to find a job, I can ask the housekeeper to let me polish my shoes for God's sake; or I can ask Fijica to let me help herd the sheep. My dear grandpa, I can't bear it anymore. If you can't live anymore, there's only one way to die! ...I wanted to run back to our village, but I don't have any shoes and I'm afraid of the cold. When I grow up, I will take care of you and no one will dare to bully you.

“Speaking of Moscow, it is a big city, the houses are all owned by gentlemen, there are many horses, no sheep, and the dogs are not ferocious at all. On Christmas, children here do not walk around holding star lanterns, and no one is allowed to sing on the choir in the church.

Once, I saw fishing hooks sold together with fishing rods and wires in a shop window. They could catch all kinds of fish and were very expensive. There is one species that can even weigh as much as a pound of giant catfish. I also saw some shops selling all kinds of guns, just like our boss’s guns. I think a gun costs a hundred rubles. There were woodcocks, partridges, and hares in the butcher's shop...but where they came from, the clerk refused to say.

"Dear grandpa, when I hang candies on the Christmas tree, please pick a golden walnut and hide it in my green box."

Fanka sadly He sighed and stared blankly at the window again. He remembered that his grandfather always went to the woods to cut down Christmas trees, and his grandfather always took him there. What a happy day! The frozen mountain forest was chirping, and Grandpa was coughing from the cold, and he was coughing too... It was time to cut down the Christmas tree. Grandpa first smoked a pipe, then took snuff for a while, and talked to the frozen Xiao Fan. Ka laughed for a while. …Many little fir-trees, covered with thick frost, stood motionless, waiting to see which one should die. Suddenly a hare jumped out of nowhere and darted across the snowdrift like an arrow. Grandpa couldn't help shouting, "Catch it, catch it, catch it! Hey, short-tailed ghost!"

Grandpa dragged the cut tree back to his house, and everyone started dressing up the tree. .

"Come on, dear grandpa," Fanka went on to write, "I beg you, for the sake of Christ, take me out of here. Have mercy on me, this unfortunate orphan. Here People beat me. I was so hungry and lonely that I couldn't express my feelings. One day, the boss hit me on the head with a stick and I fainted. It took me a long time to wake up. There is no hope, not even a dog! ... My greetings to Alyona, my greetings to the one-eyed Egor, and my greetings to the coachman. Don't let anyone take my harmonium. My dear grandpa. , come on!"

Fanka folded the paper full of words into four and put it into an envelope. The envelope was bought for one kopeck the night before. He thought for a moment, dipped in ink, and wrote the address.

"Grandpa from the countryside"

Then he scratched his head, thought about it again, and added a few words.

"Constantine Makarych"

He was satisfied that no one would disturb him while writing his letter, so he put on his hat, not even his tattered fur coat, only his shirt. , ran to the street... He had asked the butcher's boy the night before, and the boy told him that the letter should be thrown into the mail box, and from there it should be distributed by mail truck to various places. There were three horses in the mail coach, with bells ringing, and a drunken postman sitting there. Fanka ran to the first mailbox and stuffed his precious letter into it.

After an hour, he fell asleep with sweet hope. In his dream, he saw a warm kang, and his grandfather was sitting on the kang, with his legs stretched out, reading his letter... Loach was walking around beside the kang, wagging his tail...

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But after all, you have to wake up from dreams. Occasionally, a carriage would pass by on the Christmas street. It was the young ladies and gentlemen of the aristocratic families who went to sell gifts, or go to parties at aristocratic schools. A carriage slowly drove towards the door of the store. The horse was not like the mayor's carriage. Fanka had seen the mayor's horse before. It was the year before last, when the Tsar passed by this city. In winter, most people still didn't have warm clothes to wear. However, under the coercion of the police, they had to go barefoot and carry the distributed bouquets and ribbons to the street to stand in the biting cold wind. to welcome their great Tsar.

The Tsar and the Empress wore velvet robes made of polar bears hunted from Siberia, and the Empress also wore a scarf made of Arctic fox fur around her neck. The scarves sold in Lao Kajia's store were far inferior to this, but he still stroked the collar of his shirt, which was full of oil and wrinkles, and forced the second button into the first buttonhole— -The first button was actually torn off during a quarrel with Xiao Lina's mother - and then he wiped his face with his hands that smelled of money. He didn't understand why the Tsar and the Empress came so early, which made him have to get up early to greet them without washing his face.

But Lao Ka's family was still very excited, because it was the Tsar after all. He really hoped that the Tsar or the Queen would look at him, just as he hoped that people in the city would come to his store to buy things.

By the way, it’s time to talk about the mayor’s horse. It closely follows the Ford sedan that the Tsar sat in. Although Russia has factories, the cars it can build are not as good as those in the United States. Some people say that the Queen The jewelry he wore was bought with the money to build the car - it was a white horse, covered with meat - Fanka didn't know the word "plump", so he could only use this sentence to describe it - it was full of flesh. The hair is as white as snow, the snow in Xiang Fanka's hometown. The mane and tail hair must have been brushed by Ma Fu just in the morning. When the wind blows, a familiar fragrance floats from the horse. Oh, that's the boss's wife. The smell of the shampoo she used - she often said that the shampoo was the best and most expensive, at least in the city. I wonder what she would say when she smelled the smell of horses - in Mana Donets The broad belly of the grassland is covered from top to bottom with silk made in China - which he bought at a high price from a British captain who visited the Old Summer Palace - and this is all to make his horse look more beautiful. Noble, more status, but he doesn't need it, because how many people in this city have horses?

The boss who served Fanka happened to have a horse. It was not as fat as the mayor’s horse, not as fragrant as that horse, and not as noble as that horse. But the boss thought his horse was still good, so he Like his character. The skinny horse used its legs like Fanka's grandfather's crutch to pull the boss's car to the entrance of the store.

Fanka woke up. He woke up in time because the boss was back. He saw through the window that the horse's tail - the tail is the most conspicuous part of the horse, as the saying goes, "a thin horse has long hair" - was braided into a beautiful flower braid with a colorful rope sandwiched between it. Of course, this is a description of the braid, but if the braid is a horse's tail, and it is the tail of the boss's horse, then something is wrong. It's just like the hill-like body of little Linna's mother next door wearing tights, the kind worn by ballet dancers. You can imagine what it would look like. But the horse in front of the door is just like that, but judging from the boss's aesthetic sense - he often compares the boss's wife to the Mona Lisa - it is very beautiful. The tail was made by the boss himself in order to go to church on Christmas Eve and took up his usual time to make money. Because he believes that even though his shop is a little small and his horse is a little inferior, he still has to do his best for the sake of face, such as braiding the horse's tail into a flowery braid, so that he can show off in front of the ladies - - But if Fanka, who has not gone to school much, hears the boss's speech delivered by his horse's tail (in fact, in the eyes of those with little education, it is actually a speech full of typos but that can win an award). joke), Fanka would think that was even more disgusting than talking about pig butts.

The boss squirmed his body - he usually didn't squirm like this, but twisted - and walked into the store. Finally Fanka knew why the boss was so abnormal. When the store door was pushed open, a strong smell of Volga hit his face. The boss staggered and almost fell on Fanka, but it seemed that the bedroom was more attractive to him. , a figure fell down with a plop and landed on the bed. At this time, the door opened again, and it was the landlady. The smell of tequila hit her face, and she almost hit Fanka, but in the end she fell on the bed. Just like that, after a burst of footsteps, the store returned to silence. Fanka calmed down again after being anxious for a while. He should have been busy mopping the floor at this moment, but now he was sitting still. Normally, he would be looking for death.

Now, Fanka thought to himself, it would be fine if he sat, and no one would know, and it didn’t matter whether the floor was wiped or not. He gradually relaxed and remembered the letter to his grandfather again. Just as Fanka was leaning on the table and thinking about his grandfather, a pair of eyes stared at Fanka. The owner of these eyes was not an adult, but he was thinking of a sinful thing with an adult heart.

The boy also came back. He originally wanted to get the old lady into the house, but he didn’t expect that they were faster than rabbits. He didn’t need the boy to help him at all, and he walked towards the bed like an apple falling to the ground. .

It turned out that the boss had pierced the fork into Fanka's flesh, "It's really contrary, and you dare to quibble..." The boss was a little tired, and he didn't care about Fanka's wound, and said to the waiter: "Put him in In the stable." The man pretended to care about Fanka and said, "Boss, look at Fanka, it's so cold outside, you see..." "Just do whatever I ask you to do. !” The boss was still angry but also very tired, so he went back to the house.

The boss left, and the clerk looked back at Fanka, as if he had fainted. Looking at Fanka's bloody legs, the clerk showed a *smile. I thought: Goodbye Fanka, who told you to be so unlucky? After saying that, he dragged Fanka and left. Not to the back door of the stable, but to the front door, to the street.

This is what the guy planned. Fanka was injured and it was so cold outside. He wouldn't survive if he were left outside. If the boss asks about it, just tell him that he ran away and froze to death on the street. So Fanka was thrown by the guy next to a trash can a few blocks away. Looking at Fanka's weak figure, the guy smiled again. He didn't expect that his plan would succeed so quickly.

As for Fanka, he is only nine years old and is heading towards death step by step. In his trembling little mouth, two words came out - grandpa.

The sky gradually grew brighter, and Fanka slowly opened his tired eyes. But he didn't know it yet, but the boss and his wife were already fully armed waiting for him to wake up. As soon as Fanka opened his eyes, the boss yelled at Fanka angrily: "Boy! How dare you be lazy and not work! Do you want to rebel? I will beat you to death today!"

Boss An "earthquake" started here, and the "volcano" on the landlady's side also erupted. The evil couple stepped forward and beat Fanka, who was defenseless, until he was covered with bruises and his skin was torn.

After being beaten, Fanka felt very sad and angry. He thought: "I can't stay here any longer. Grandpa may not receive my letter for a while. I can only rely on my own strength." I’m going back to the village...Okay! I’ll leave tomorrow night!”

The next night, after Fanka finished the work, he quietly took the shop after seeing that the boss, the boss’s wife, and the waiter were asleep. He packed a pair of shoes and fled Moscow quickly.

He walked for three full days and was not far from the village, but he was cold and hungry. He finally collapsed about one kilometer away from the village.

It is a coincidence that the loach just came out to look for food at this time. It saw the little master who had been away for a long time, and immediately dragged him back home and asked his grandfather to take care of Xiao Fanka, hoping that the little master would be happy soon. Get better.

Fanka returned to his home, feeling very excited because he could live with his grandfather again.

Two hours later, Fanka woke up. The boss and Boss Liang looked at him angrily. The boss started beating him with a wooden stick. He scolded: "You are so brave that you are actually sleeping. That's right. You know you are lazy and you dare to tease me. You are starting to learn bad things." The boss's voice rose an octave.

Suddenly, the boss lady's "volcano" also erupted. She grabbed Fanka's hair and beat the skinny and weak Fanka with a belt. Fanka fainted.

He finally woke up and rubbed the wound with the back of his dirty hand. The wound felt like a knife. Fanka cried sadly, crying so sadly that even a stone would be moved by him.

His tears dried up and he was determined to escape. He quickly ran out of the store and headed straight for the village. Just as he ran to a place not far from the village, he suddenly saw a very familiar and sinister face. ah! It's the boss! The boss grabbed his hair and returned to the store, tied the weak Fanka to a branch and beat him hard. How could Fanka endure such abuse? His eyes were blurred, tears welled up, and he cried so sadly and sadly.

At this time, his eyesight went dark and he couldn't see anything. He only saw his grandfather, Konstantin Makarich, bringing the male dog Loach and the old female dog Kahidanka to rescue him. Grandpa filed a complaint against Aria. Signe went to court, and the devil Ariasine was hanged on the spot, letting the people who were bullied by him come to him for revenge...

How Fanka hopes to return to his grandfather, he looks forward to it, Order...

"Bang -" The boss kicked the door open and saw Fanka hiding in a corner, sleeping. He suddenly became furious and picked up a bucket of water and poured it on Fanka. Fanka opened his hazy sleepy eyes. He thought it was grandpa who came to pick him up, so he shouted: "Grandpa!" "Grandpa? Who is your grandpa, brat! While I'm out, come to sleep." Now, your wings have grown stronger, right? You want to fly out! I must teach you a lesson today!" Only then did Fanka realize that the vicious boss was back. The boss shouted: "Brother, bring me my belt. I really have to teach this brat a lesson today!" The guys immediately handed over a hard belt. The boss squeezed the belt tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with anger. He is walking towards Fanka step by step, and Fanka's danger will be approaching step by step. The vicious boss pushed Xiao Fanka to the ground, peeled off his pants, and whipped Fanka's butt hard with his belt. Fanka felt a sharp pain, but he did not cry, because he knew that once he started crying, the boss would be more harsh. Instead of helping Fanka, the waiter on the side not only did not come to help Fanka, but also laughed at poor little Fanka: "Look at him like that Son, you are such a country bumpkin, you don’t know how high the sky is!”

Then, Fanka had to endure the severe pain of being whipped with a belt, and started working again: mopping the floor, cleaning the glass, cleaning up the herring... His body was already in trouble. How could the weak Fanka withstand this torment? Fanka almost fell down from exhaustion...

It was time for lunch. Fanka rubbed it and was whipped by the boss with a belt. He slapped his buttocks, which made his waist sore from exhaustion, picked up a bowl of porridge that was so thin, and poured it down his throat. And where are the boss and his wife? Then they ate and drank in the living room. The sumptuous lunch on the dining table was filled with aroma, making people drool at the sight of it. Look, even the boss’s dog ate the delicious big catfish! Fanka looked at the boss and then at his lunch: the bowl of porridge that could be finished in one bite, and couldn't help but sigh. He recalled the good times he had spent with his grandfather in the countryside...

"You brat, you are still stunned after eating. Are you looking for a beating? You won't change your mind! You won't give it. I'm going to work!" The angry boss yelled and raised his belt again...

Fanka was busy again. He kept thinking: Grandpa, why don't you come to pick me up?

Night fell, Fanka touched his hungry belly, and stared at the falling snow outside the window with a chill.

"Wow, wow, wow..." The little boy's cry made Fanka wake up. The boss heard the sound and came over: "You brat, you are lazy, aren't you! Make my little boy cry. Are you happy?" "No, no..." The boss didn't allow Little Fanka to tell the difference, and slapped Fanka's weak body mercilessly with a belt like a mad dog.

Being severely beaten by the cruel boss again made Fanka clearly understand that he could no longer stay in the shoemaker's shop and suffer, otherwise, one day, he would be beaten to death by the boss! He thought of escaping! He stood up resolutely and rushed into the vast snow.

The cold wind was howling, and everyone on the street was wrapped in thick cotton jackets. As for Fanka, he was wearing a thin piece of tattered clothes with 5 or 6 patches; as for his pants, Only half. Because, the boss felt that Fanka was too disobedient sometimes, and even beating him couldn't calm him down, so he asked his beloved dog to pull Fanka's pants. Over time, Fanka's pants were pulled until only half of them were left; Without socks or shoes, he could only walk on the cold street with bare feet that were red from the heavy snow. From time to time, Fanka had to tighten his belt...

Suddenly, a carriage flew across from Fanka. Fanka didn't pay attention and fell into a pool of blood. "Hu-" the carriage stopped.

It turned out that a drunken postman drove a carriage and hit Fanka. Instead of getting off the carriage to save Fanka, the postman said contemptuously to Fanka: "Poor boy, you deserve to be hit to death! Write a letter - without a stamp, no Write the recipient's address and who will send it to you?" After saying that, he tore it up with his hand, and tore it again, and tore it again... and when the wind blew, Fanka's letter to his grandfather turned into tens of millions. A butterfly was flying all over the sky... Fanka used his last breath to call out softly: "Master - Master..." Using his last remaining strength, he picked up a fragment and placed it on his chest. , died slowly...

The sun rose, and the soft sunlight shone on Fanka's thin body. His lips were white, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: He might be thinking, Grandpa I will definitely come to rescue him from the sea of ??suffering...