I want the full content of Gorky's "Fairy Tale" and I want to excerpt it.

I moved to my grandpa again.

"Aha, kid, what's the matter?

"Let your grandma take care of you! ”

“Just let me support you, how difficult do you think it is! ”

“Then you raise it!” "

Grandpa roared.

The room suddenly fell silent. Grandpa said to me:

"She and I are living our own lives now. Everything is separated..."

Grandma was sitting under the window, knitting lace quickly, the spool was beating happily, and the shining of the copper needle was dazzling.

Grandma didn't As time went on, my grandpa became even thinner, his reddish-brown hair turned gray, and his green eyes were always looking around suspiciously.

Grandma talked about her separation from her grandpa in a mocking tone.

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He gave her all the broken pots, bowls, jars, and jars, and said:

“These are all yours, don’t ask me for anything anymore! "

He took away almost all her old things - old clothes, various items, a fox fur coat, which he sold for 700 rubles.

He gave the sum All the money was given to his godson, who was a Jew in the fruit business.

He lost the last bit of his sense of shame and became stingy to the point of madness:

He searched almost every old friend and complained and begged to them one by one, saying that the child had made him penniless. Please give him some money.

He took advantage of the fact that they were right! Thanks to his respect, he got a large sum of money. He took this handful of big notes and dangled it in front of his grandma's nose like a child:

"Fool, have you seen it? What is this?" ? They won’t give you a penny! "

He gave all the money to a furrier and the furrier's sister who was the owner of a small uranium, and he wanted to eat the interest.

The family is very strict about spending money. Separately, grandma will buy food and cook tomorrow.

When grandpa cooks, he will eat the best.

< p>The tea leaves and sugar are also separated, but the tea is brewed in a teapot. At this time, grandpa will panic and say:

"Stop, let me see, how much tea leaves did you put in?" "

He counted the tea leaves carefully, and then said:

"Your tea leaves are smaller than mine. My leaves are bigger, so I have to put less tea leaves!" "

He also paid special attention to the color and concentration of the tea poured into the two bowls. Of course, the portion size also needs to be carefully examined.

" Can I give you the last cup? "

Grandma said before pouring the tea.

Grandpa said:

"Okay! ”

Everyone buys the oil for the ever-burning lamp in front of the icon.

After living together for 50 years, *** has actually reached this point!

< p>Looking at what my grandfather did, I felt both funny and disgusting, but my grandma only thought it was ridiculous.

“The older you get, the more confused you become! "

"When someone is 80 years old, he will go back 80 years. Let him continue like this and let's see who suffers!" ”

“I’ll earn the bread for both of us!” ”

I also started to make money.

On holidays, I would walk through the streets to pick up cow bones, rags, old paper and nails.

Selling a pood of rags and scraps of paper to a junk dealer can get 20 kopecks, the price of iron is also the same, and a pood of bones can cost 10 kopecks or 8 kopecks.

Usually after school. I would pick it up and sell it every Sunday, and I could get 30 to 50 kopecks a load, and even more if I was lucky.

Every time my grandma took my money, she would hurriedly stuff it into the pocket of her skirt. Here, he praised:

“You are really capable, good boy!

"You two can definitely support yourself!"

Once, I saw her crying while holding my 50 kopecks, and a cloudy tear hung on her big On the tip of the nose.

What is more promising than selling junk is to steal firewood and planks from the wood stacks on the banks of the Oka River or on Piski Island.

Every time there is a market, people build many shacks on the island. After the market, the wooden boards removed are piled up in piles until the spring water floods.

For a good piece of wood, a small citizen owner can pay 10 kopecks, and I can make two or three pieces a day!

But the weather must be bad to do this. There will be heavy snowstorm or heavy rain that will force the watchman to hide, so that he can succeed.

My companion who went to steal with me was Shanka Viaher, the son of the beggar woman Mordova. He was always smiling and very gentle.

There is also Kostroma, who is a curly boy. Later, at the age of 13, he was sent to a juvenile correctional institution, where he was hanged.

There is also Habi, a Tatar, 12 years old, with great strength.

There is also the flat-nosed Yaz, the son of the gravekeeper. He is a 9-year-old child with epilepsy and a man of few words.

The eldest among us is Grisha Zulka, the son of a widowed tailor, who has always been reasonable and has a strong fist.

In our area, stealing has become a common practice and has almost become the only means of livelihood for us who are hungry and cold.

The adults are targeting cargo ships, looking for opportunities on the Volga and Oka rivers.

Every time they had a break, they would talk about their experiences and boast about their achievements. The children would listen and learn at the same time.

Children can openly search the wallets of drunkards without anyone interfering.

They steal the carpenter's tools, steal the spare axle of the truck, steal the driver's whip... We don't do these things.

"If mom doesn't let me steal, I won't do it!"

This is Chuulka.

Habi said:

"I dare not!"

Kostroma hated the word thief very much and saw other children stealing. When the drunks were drunk, he would chase them away.

He considers himself an adult. He walks crookedly like a porter, his voice is low and thick, and every move he makes is pretentious.

And Viahel also believed that stealing was a sin.

However, it is not a sin to take planks from Piski Island, and we are all willing to do it.

Taking advantage of bad weather or at night, Viahel and Yaz swaggered toward Piski Island from below.

The four of us moved separately from the side, seized the opportunity of the watcher to chase Viahel and Yaz, dragged the wood and ran back!

The watcher never spotted us, and even if he did he couldn't catch up.

After the things I got were sold, the money was divided into 6 parts, and each person could get 5 kopecks or even 7 kopecks.

With this little money, it is no problem to have enough to eat for a whole day. However, everyone has a use for everyone.

Viaher must buy four and a half taels of vodka for his mother every day, otherwise he will be beaten.

Cotes Roman wanted to save money to buy pigeons.

Churka earned money to treat his mother.

Habi saves money to return to his hometown. His uncle died after bringing him here from his hometown. Habi did not know the name of his hometown. He only knew that it was on the bank of the Kama River, not far from the Volga River.

We made up a song to amuse the slant-eyed Tatar child:

A city on the Kama River.

I don’t know where it is!

You can’t walk with your feet, and you can’t reach it with your hands!

Habi was very angry at first, and Viahel said:

"Don't, don't be like this! Are good brothers still angry?"

Habi Feeling a little embarrassed, I also sang this song.

We prefer picking up rags to stealing boards. It becomes more interesting to pick up rags after the spring snow melts or after a heavy rain.

In the ditches and ditches of the market, we can always find nails, broken copper, iron, and sometimes money!

But we had to give two kopecks to the man who saw the stall, or beg for a long time to get his permission.

Making money is not easy, but we are very good to each other. We occasionally have small quarrels, but we have never had a fight.

When others quarrel, Viahel often says:

"Is this necessary?"

If we think about it, it is indeed not necessary.

We didn’t find it funny that he called his mother “my Mordovan woman.”

"Yesterday, when my Mordovan woman came home, she was very drunk again!

" She opened the door with a bang and sat on the threshold. , singing like a rooster! "

Churka asked:

"What are you singing? "Viaher imitated his mother and sang in a high-pitched voice:

The adopted boy walked down the street, holding a whip in his hand and roaring; going from house to house, using the whip, throwing out the children all over the street Come on.

Hey, look at the sunset, the adopted boy is playing the flute, and the village is dreaming sweetly.

He can sing many such warm and joyful songs. He continued:

"Later, she sat on the threshold and fell asleep. It was so cold in the house that I couldn't pull her, and we almost froze to death..." This morning, I said :'You are so drunk!' She said: 'It's okay, if you wait a little longer, I will die soon!'"

Chulka said:

"Yes, she is dying, her whole body is swollen!"

"Do you pity her?" I asked.

"Why not? She is a good mother to me..." Viaher said.

We know that his mother often beats him, but we all believe that she is a good person!

When he is unlucky, Zulka will also suggest:

“Come on, let’s each chip in a kopeck to buy a bar for Viahel’s mother, otherwise she will Get beaten!"

Viahel envied me and Zulka very much because we were both literate.

He grabbed his pointed ears and said softly:

"After burying my Mordovan woman, I also went to school, and I gave the teacher a I bowed to the ground and asked him to accept me.

"After completing my studies, I will go to the bishop and ask him to accept me as a gardener. Otherwise, I will go directly to the tsar..."

In the spring, the Mordovan woman died

Chulka said to Viaher:

“Go to our house and my mother will teach you how to read. ..."

Not long after, Viahel held his head high and read the words on the sign:

"Grocery store..."

"Grocery store, stupid! "

Zulka said.

"Hey, I pronounced the letters upside down! ”

“That’s wrong! ”

“Oh, look, the letters are alive and kicking, they like others to read them! ”

Viahel’s love for mountains, rivers, trees, flowers, birds, and grass makes us laugh and feel surprised.

If any of us sits on the grass, Viahel will Yahel would say:

“Don’t trample on the grass. Isn’t it different sitting on the sand? "

No one dares to break a white willow branch in front of him. If he sees it, he will hunch his arms and say:

"What the hell are you doing? ”

Every Sunday, we would play a game: in the evening, when a group of Tatar porters came home from the Siberian docks and passed our intersection, we would throw straw sandals at them .

At first they chased and scolded us, but later they found it interesting and prepared some straw sandals in advance. They often stole the straw sandals we prepared, leaving us helpless and shouting:

“What kind of game is this? ”

Finally they gave us half of the straw sandals, and the battle began.

Usually they defended and we attacked. We circled around them shouting and throwing straw sandals at them. , if any of us tripped over our straw sandals, they also shouted and laughed loudly.

This game lasted for a particularly long time, and was surrounded by small townspeople, who muttered as usual in order to maintain their dignity. For a while.

After the battle, the Tatar boys often invited us to eat horse meat and drink strong tea with butternut sweetmeats.

These tall and strong people. There is something easy for children to understand. Their honesty without a trace of malice and their selfless help to each other deeply attracted us.

One of them is named Kasimov. His crooked nose has mythical power! Once, he moved a 27-pound bell ashore from the cargo ship and shouted:

“Oh, oh!

"Niandan-rotten eggs!"

"Bullshit--nonsense!"

Another time, he put Viahel on his He raised his hand and said:

“Look, it’s heaven!”

If the weather is bad, we will gather in the hut of Yaz’s house where his father is guarding the grave. .

Yaz’s father was crooked and dirty, making him inaccessible.

He squinted his eyes happily and said:

"God bless me, don't let me sleep!"

We brought three coins of tea, four taels of sugar, and a few A loaf of bread and four ounces of vodka for Yaz's father, which was essential.

"Have you heard that the Trusov family is holding a memorial day for the dead the day after tomorrow, and there will be a grand banquet. Let's go there!"

"Their cook knows how to Put it away,"

said the omniscient Zulka.

Viaher looked at the cemetery outside the window and said:

"We will be able to go to the forest soon, great!"

Ya He silently took out the wooden horses, scraps of copper, buckled horses, and horses with missing legs that he picked up from the garbage dump, and showed them to us.

We all drank tea. After Yaz’s father drank his share of wine, he climbed on the stove, stared at us like an owl and said:

“Oh, Why don't you die?"

"You thieves are no longer children!"

"God bless me, don't let me lose sleep!"

< p>Viaher said:

"We are not thieves!"

"Not thieves? Then, we are thieves..."

When he bored us with his verbosity, Zulka would scold him:

“That’s enough, trash!”

Because his topic couldn’t be separated from who has a patient in his family. , he also deliberately teased us about which patient was going to die:

“Oh, boys, are you scared?”

“Let me tell you, a fat man is going to die. !"

"Oh, it will take a long time to rot!"

We asked him to shut up, but he kept talking:

"You have to, too! Die..."

"Die, die, and become an angel after death..."

Viahel said.

"You? Haha, you are going to be angels?!"

He kept laughing and kept talking about dead people.

"Ah, a woman was buried three days ago. I know her experience. Children, listen to me telling you..."

He likes to talk about women, and he always talks about them. He was speaking obscenely, but there was a thoughtfulness in his tone, so we listened quite fascinated.

"Others asked her: 'Who set the fire?'"

"She said: 'I set the fire!'

"Oh, why did she do this? Say it! God bless me, don’t let me lose sleep..."

He knew the history of almost everyone lying in the grave. He seems to have opened the doors of every household in front of us, letting us see how they live.

He can talk until dark, and then talk from dark to dawn.

But dusk has just arrived and Culka is about to leave; "I have to go home, otherwise my mother will be scared. Who will go with me?"

Everyone is leaving. .

Yaz closed the door and said in a low voice:

"Farewell!"

"Farewell!"

We Answering him, leaving him in the graveyard always makes us a little uneasy.

Kostroma said:

"When we come back tomorrow, he may be dead."

"Yaz is suffering more than us!" < /p>

"We are not suffering, not at all!"

Viaher retorted to Zulka.

Yes, living on the streets freely, why bother? On the contrary, I often have a great feeling in my heart. I love my partners so much that I always want to do something good for them.

However, being homeless on the streets caused problems in my life at school. They called me a "rag picker" and a "stinky beggar", and said I smelled like garbage!

I feel extremely insulted because I always put on clean clothes before going to school.

After finishing third grade, the school awarded me a gospel book, a copy of Krylov's fables, a copy of "Fada Morgana", and a certificate of merit.

When grandpa saw these prizes, he was unusually excited. He wanted to lock the books in his own box.

At that time, grandma had been ill for several days. She had no money and almost no food, but grandpa was still complaining endlessly:

"You guys I drank and ate them all, and there was nothing left for me..."

I sold the book, got 55 kopecks, and gave it to my grandma.

I wrote some random words on the certificate before giving it to grandma. He kept it without opening it, so he didn’t find out what I had done.

After school life, I started wandering on the streets again. Spring has returned to the earth, and the wild forest has become our best place. We come back very late every day.

But such happy days did not last long.

My stepfather was fired and disappeared. My mother and younger brother moved back to my grandfather's house, and I became a nanny.

My grandma put the icon of the saint on the coffin of my hometown in a wealthy businessman's house in the city.

The mother was so skinny that she almost lost her human form; the little brother was starved to the point of skin and bones, and an unknown disease tortured him, making him look like a dying puppy.

Grandpa touched his head:

"He can't eat, but my feed is limited, not enough for you all to eat..."

Mother Leaning against the wall, he sighed and said:

"He can't eat much..."

"It's not much, but the sum of the few you guys don't have is too scary... …”

My grandpa asked me to carry sand and bury my little brother in it to bask in the sun.

The little brother was very happy and smiled sweetly.

I fell in love with him immediately, as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Death is easy! What you should be thinking about is living!"

Grandpa's roar flew from the window.

My mother coughed for a long time... I stayed there with my little brother. When he saw a cat or dog in the distance, he would turn his head and smile at me.

Oh, this little guy, has he sensed that I am a little bored staying with him and wants to run to the street?

During lunch, grandpa fed the children himself. After the child took a few bites, he pressed his belly and said to himself:

"Are you full?"

The mother's voice came from the dark corner. Voice:

“Didn’t you clearly see him still reaching for it?”

“Child, you are ignorant!

You want it even after you are full! ”

Grandpa asked me to hand the child to my mother. My mother stood up facing me and stretched out her arms like branches.

My mother became mute and lay in bed day by day, dying slowly.

What I hate the most is that my grandpa talks about it until he dies every day after dark.

He lay in the darkness, muttering:

"The day of death has come! How dare I go to see God?"

"Oh, I have been busy all my life and ended up like this. The end..."

My mother died at noon on a Sunday in August.

At that time, my stepfather had just returned from overseas. My grandmother and little brother had already moved to his place, and my mother would soon move there as well.

In the morning, my mother whispered to me:

"Go to Yevgeny Vasilyevich!"

She pushed herself up , and added:

"Run!"

I felt a strange light flash in her eyes.

My stepfather was celebrating mass, and my grandma asked me to buy cigarettes, which wasted some time.

When I got home, I was surprised to see my mother neatly dressed and sitting at the table, her demeanor the same as before.

"Are you feeling better?" I felt a little scared.

She gave me a cold look, and then said:

"Come here! Where have you been?"

I haven't spoken yet. , she grabbed me and slapped me with the back of the knife, but the knife immediately slipped from her hand.

"Pick it up..."

I looked at her in surprise: she slowly moved to the corner where she slept, lay down, and said weakly:

< p>"Water..."

I quickly scooped up a bowl of cold water, and she only drank a little.

Pushing my hand away, her lips moved, as if she smiled bitterly, and a dark shadow appeared on her face. The shadow quickly occupied her entire face, and she opened her mouth as if she was a little surprised... …I stood next to her with water in my hand, I don’t know how long I stood there.

Grandma, you came in.

I said:

"My mother is dead!"

He glanced at the bed:

"Nonsense!"

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He went to get the bag from the kang stove, which made a loud noise.

The stepfather came in and moved a chair to sit next to his mother.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the chair and shouted:

"She is dead!"

When everyone threw dirt on his mother's coffin At that time, grandma was bumping around in the cemetery like a blind person. She hit the cross and broke her head.

Yaz’s father took her to his hut. While grandma was washing her face, he comforted me and said:

“Alas, this is bound to happen once in life... ... Rich or poor, sooner or later he will be in a coffin..."

He ran out of the hut and immediately returned with Viaher.

"Look, look what is this?"

He handed me a broken spur. "Viaher and I gave this to you together. I want to buy it from him. I'll give him two kopecks..."

"Nonsense!"

Viahel said angrily.

"Ah, good, it's not me, it's him, he gave it to you!"

Viaher tried his best to make me laugh: he hung the spurs around his neck Yaz's father laughed exaggeratedly.

Seeing that I had no reaction, he said seriously:

"Wake up, everyone is going to die. What does it matter? Aren't birds going to die too?"

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"Let's go, how about we lay turf on your mother's grave?"

This made me happy, and we all set off.

A few days after burying my mother, my grandfather said:

"Alexey, you are not a medal. I can't stand having you hanging around my neck!"

"Go, go, let's go, go to the human world..."

So, I walked into the human world.