Seek to extract the wonderful childhood! ! Very rewarding! !

On the contrary, I like Sasha of Mikhail's family. He is always quiet and never stands out.

The melancholy in his eyes is very similar to his mother's, and his personality is gentle.

His teeth are so distinctive that he can't hold them in his mouth. They are all exposed. He often entertains himself if others like.

He is always alone, sitting in a dark corner, or sitting at the window at night.

It's interesting to sit with him, often without saying a word for an hour.

We sat by the window side by side, watching the sunset glow in the western sky and the black crows hovering on the golden roof of Usconier Church.

Crows fly around, covering the dark red sky for a while, and flying somewhere for a while, leaving an empty sky.

Seeing all this, I don't want to say a word. A kind of happiness and a kind of sweet melancholy filled my intoxicated heart.

He sat on the bed and touched my head. His hands are cold.

"Master, how? Go ahead, why don't you say anything? "

I didn't even look at him. I just want to kick him out.

"Oh, look, what have I brought you?"

I gave him a look.

He sat there bobbing, his hair and beard redder than usual, his eyes shining, and he was holding a bunch of things:

A sugar cake, two sugar horns, an apple and a bag of raisins.

He kissed my forehead and touched my head.

His hands are not only cold, but also brown, which is yellower than the beak of a bird dyed with cloth.

"Oh, my friend, I'm a little out of line!"

"You scratch and bite, so get a few more times. You should, your relatives beat you for your own good, as long as you learn your lesson! "

"It can be said that it is shameful for outsiders to hit you, but it doesn't matter if one of them hits you!"

"Oh, took, I was beaten, and played so badly! Others bullied me, and even God shed tears! "

"But now, I am an orphan, the son of a beggar's mother, and I am the leader of the gang, and there are many people under me!"

He began to talk about his childhood, his thin body swayed gently and he spoke very fluently.

His green eyes sparkled with excitement, his red hair trembled, and his voice was heavy:

"Ah, I said, you came by boat, not by ship."

"When I was a child, I had to pull the fiber with my shoulders and drag the boat up. The boat is in the water, I am on the shore, and the stone that pricks people is at my feet! "

"I pulled forward day and night, my waist was bent, my bones creaked, my hair caught fire, and my sweat and tears flowed down together!"

"Dear Aliao Shao, there is no place to talk!"

"I often fall to the ground face down, thinking that I would be fine if I died, and everything would be fine!"

"But I'm not dead. I held on. I walked three times along our mother river, the Volga River. How many Wan Li are there! "

"In the fourth year, I finally became the leader of the tracker!"

Suddenly I feel that this skinny old man has become very tall, like a giant in a fairy tale, dragging a big cargo ship upstream by himself!

As he spoke, he gestured and sometimes jumped on the bed to demonstrate how to pull the fiber and how to drain the water from the boat.

He said and sang, jumped back into bed:

"Oh, Liao Shao, dear, we also have happy times!"

"That's when you have a rest for dinner. Summer dusk, at the foot of the mountain, light a bonfire, cook porridge, and the stalkers sing together! Ah, that song is great, it makes people get goose bumps all over, and the water in the Volga River seems to flow faster and faster! "

"How nice! All the sadness goes with the song! "

"Sometimes people who cook porridge just sing and let the porridge overflow, and then he will get a spoon handle on his head!"

When he was in peace talks, several people called him and I held him back.

He smiled and waved to the person who called him:

"Wait a minute ..."

In this way, he talked until it was dark and said goodbye to me affectionately.

On the third day, he was still lying there, losing weight.

His face turned black, his fingers could not move, and his mouth stopped bleeding.

There are three candles beside his crown and two ears, and the yellow flames are swaying and shining on his messy hair.

Ye Fu Virginia knelt on the ground crying:

"My little dove, my little baby ..."

I feel very cold and scared. Climbed under the table and hid.

Grandpa came in with heavy steps in a raccoon coat.

Grandma, uncle Mikhail, children and many strangers in fur coats, fur tails and collars poured in.

Grandpa threw the fur coat on the ground and roared:

"Bastard! What a capable young man you have ruined! In a few years, he will be priceless! "

The clothes on the floor blocked my view, so I climbed out and touched my grandfather's foot.

He kicked me, raised his fist and waved to my uncles:

"You wolves!"

He sat on the stool and sobbed a few times, but he didn't cry:

"He is a thorn in your side, I know!"

Alas, Vanuchiga, why don't you know? Idiot!

"I said, what should I do? So what should we do? Why doesn't God like us so much, huh? Old woman? "

Grandma lay prone on the floor, touching Ivan's face and body with her hands, rubbing his hands, staring at his eyes and knocking over all the candles.

She stood up slowly, her face dark and dressed in black. She opened her eyes wide and growled fearfully:

"Get out of here! Get out, damn beast! "

Everyone went out except grandpa.

Tzgang died like this.

Bury silently.

People gradually forgot him.