Alyosha's grandfather hit the tablecloth dyed tanks, bed rest to recuperate from his injuries. Later, Grandpa saw him and told him about her youth in the case of Slender Man on the Volga, excerpts of which are my grandfather.
The excerpt describes two situations: one is the scene of the slender man pulling the fiber, and the first scene when the rest of the slender man. The two scenes vividly show the whole picture of half of the Russian slender men who lived in the 19th century. On the one hand the work of the slender man is heavy, painful and intolerable.? Barefoot current sailboat can fly from the skull of the sunscreen, the sun, gravel under the concurrent profits. Head of the waist bending point, the whole body bones Huo Huo, sweat-soaked eyes can not see the defeat cross the road, is a happy thing, because you can take the opportunity to take a deep breath, this situation makes people can not help but think that the famous Russian painter Levin oil painting "Slender Man of the Volga River Slender Man shows the image. Slender man's day is heavy, it is difficult to here the author insists on struggling desperately dragged into the woodwork to portray his realist principles of creativity, not to exaggerate, not to imagine, to track all the drawing techniques under the hot sun, the reader moves. But on the other hand tracking treatment heavy cheerful, optimistic attitude to life. Resting and resting, they cook while singing favorite songs with deafening shouts, not even knowing that the porridge overflows. In the face of life's hardships, they are not sighing, not silent, but desperately working hard, the rest of the mouth. Tracking song heroes, the Volga to set the scene. "At this time of year, the water in the Volga, if it flows faster, the river gallops like a wild horse out of control to take off." The rest of the day and night scene control point of view, the Russian labor scene Slender Man life of misery and optimism about life, cheerful attitude reflected very distinct.
The fragment of "childhood" Encyclopedia Britannica is one of the few positive depictions of the most inked foreign public office. Alyosha listened to my grandfather about the sleep of the grandfather became the grandmother's fairy tale character, a skinny little old man fairy tale Hercules, dragging a huge gray cargo ship upstream along the Volga. On the other hand describes the grandfather cruel, selfish, cold, stingy, except for some good quality, and if there was no social persecution, perhaps he would not have become later as a way to make Alyosha's hatred, hatred of evil, dark social complaints.
(ii) "Gypsy" appreciation
The fragment is the third part of the book, which introduces the scene outside the life of Alyosha public ****. In this clip, almost everyone in the grandparents are playing, the kind, loyal, jovial young man Gypsy, the hardworking and honest old craftsman Grigori, the singing, dancing, good and loving grandmother, the happy and good nanny left plus the Fragenia, the cruel, selfish and insidious just for the sake of the money through their demeanor and short-tempered grandfather and selfish and sinister, uncles, and each of them found their own character. Of all the people, this young man Rome shines the heaviest, he was one of the favorite childhood playmates of Alyosha, accompanying him through the loneliness and hopelessness of childhood, Alyosha's grandfather, uncle? Uncle create a depressing haze feel the light sunshine, the atmosphere of his infinite nostalgia.
The clip recalls three events: the gypsy accompanied by Alyosha to play games, entertainment on the night of the festival, the death of the gypsies. The first and third of these events Gypsy narrative focus, will also be written in the second of the three? The character of the incident Gypsy is fully revealed by a considerable weight of his description. Accompany Alyosha in the game, depicting the gypsy character: smart, clever, cute, naive, kind objective narrative perspective. Will be a thin wire saddle, cut paper sled, cockroach pulling run, make small rodents, winking drag tail walking upright, but also play cards or coin jugglers. When playing with children, he cries not a child, with whom there is hardly any difference. Alyosha beats, he knows that it is useless, or arms again can not help but go. Entertainment on the night of the festival, mainly molded him through the actions of the gypsies, his dance poses in detail. He was renewed, "middle of the kitchen spinning as if his whole body were on fire, stepping with little crunching boots that struck the floor and shook the hum of the table and cupboard cutlery, while he spread his arms like eagle's wings, and danced his legs so fast that he could not be seen at all to move, and he squealed suddenly or crouched down, and, like a golden rainbow swallow in flight, with his silken shirt glittering with gold, shivering and floated and glittered all around him. "The little gypsy leaped with forgetfulness, Without weariness, and seemed now to open the door, And let him go outside to dance in the street, And skip all over the city... "It could have been such an adorably naive, smart, clever, cheerful optimist that his uncle was killed. They let him back into the wind and snow of the winter heavy oak across the grave of Uncle Yaakov, his late wife. The cross was canceled by two men who fought to put him on his back, and he was only 19 years old. The foot inadvertently found a bit of cross hit on the back, and he bled to death. The death of the gypsy is illustrated by the fact that everything he sees is written from the point of view of a child. On the one hand devotes three short paragraphs of text to describe the country of the gypsy, the pain and misery that preceded her death, and his death. Lifting the start from the outside, he is lying on the kitchen floor with pink blood bubbling from his mouth, blood accumulating on his body under the large along the floor flowing to the door. The second stanza also writes about the blood, "The blood had flowed, and there was a collection of a large blood gray and cloudy under the threshold, and if the rising third stanza the sun had left him, his face was dark, and the fingers were not yet, and then moved to the brink of death. Also written in these passages, describing his expression, the shape of his body and the changes around the sun, and illustrated by their changes, we clearly see how vigor and life are little by little the slightest bit of a mighty full youthful young young man who is lost. He was only nineteen years old, had a dream of singing with a good voice, still wanted to play with his children, still wanted to dance joyfully, which could not be realized. On the other hand, it is also possible to write about the death of the gypsy through two different types of people, talk about the death of the gypsy as represented by a category other than the public **** and uncle. Uncle Yaakov said, "Fortunately, we spilled in time, otherwise we would have mashed into a cripple." "Fortunately, I did not carry the root of the cross,1 otherwise I would have." Grandfather walked into the kitchen words, "You bastards! Good boy, let you ruin in vain! In four or five more years, he'll be a master of his craft, worth his weight in gold ......" All the words without a hint of guilt sadness by means of the only surviving lucky, lost workers sorry. All this from the side view,, contrasted with how worthless they were for the death of the Gypsy. Sure enough, the little gypsy was buried quietly, without a funeral. Representation of another grandmother. Granny's author writes of the performance: "Granny crouched on the floor, hands stroked Ivan's face, head and chest, breathed in his eyes, and then spent his hands, gently wiped the candle, which she was all knocked over, and then later she was struggled to her feet, her face blue, her body flickering flare her terrible eyes opened wide in her black dress, whispered: "Get out, damned thing!" "The old hire Grigorine, Nanny Evgeny Nia is also sad. Gypsy Grigori recaptured across the gypsy, very worried before departure, asked: "Carry out the move?" Suffering from the curse of his uncle, also asked the gypsies to be careful not to become obsessed with the body. The latter Gypsy is crushed to death at the curse of his uncle. The nanny state cites sadness in the anti-fastidious citation of weeping. Different performance comparing the two types of people, so consider the death of the gypsy expresses infinite sadness, the death of the gypsy, grandfather, uncle, "mercilessly exposed.
In the fragment, the author depicts the image of small gypsies at the same time, but also mainly through actions, language depicting other people around Alyosha. Grandma here her dance is predominantly and prominently featured. Vividly depicts the lyrical tone here grandma dancing words and actions. First, gently jumping feet sliding noiselessly on the floor, then gently pacing around, shaking his body, and suddenly they stepped into the dance like a whirlwind spinning. In three movements, the same appearance, demeanor. Angles of eyebrows, eyes, hands, body, footsteps, arms and other parts of the body change with the scene, rich in beautiful language, written by the beautiful grandmother dancing. Nanny Evgenia's happy folk songs characterized the shape and attitude of the gypsy death she sang. She sings two folk songs witty and in keeping with her identity. She cries with sadness when the gypsy dies. His integrity and the quality of the old smith Grigori Alyosha's conversation and attitude towards the gypsy's death can be seen in the fact that he killed his wife outside of marriage, scolding his uncle for the killing of the gypsy tells Uncle Alyosha about the characterization of the shape of the character, described through the text.
The fragment also portrays Uncle Yakov's dual characteristics, brutal one and a characteristic of good guitar playing. The two written about his ruthlessness in the clip he killed his wife and he killed a gypsy. Flashback account. The author does not state his cruelty when he beat his wife, but drunkenness when he killed his wife cries, shocks on his face, forehead and chest, shouts loudly at the performance and the old smith Grigory Alyosha tells about his heartlessness, witnessing the scene after the one used to write about the circumstances of the beating of his wife by his cruel uncle to show. The young man Rome is directly responsible for the death of his wife, but he has no trace of guilt and is just happy that the threat to his own life is great, says Grigori, even if he kills the gypsy so what. In addition, to portray the ruthless personality of Uncle Yakov, but also can be written with a variety of artistic techniques his masterful playing of the guitar. One is to write about his own mannerisms, while playing the guitar action. Write about total concentration in his playing; use metaphors to write about the hair, neck, face, eyes, hands, posture and movements are reflected from the audience. A quiet, breathless, intoxicated. "Uncle Mikhail's son Sasha heard the most mesmerizing, airy tension, and kept bending over towards Yakov, staring unseeingly at the guitar, staring at the corners of his mouth with his mouth open, saliva flowing down his lips. Sometimes he could be heard in a trance, accidentally falling off his chair and hastily propping his hands on the floor when he just sat on the floor, staring into a pair of dull eyes, listening to them. "Three, impressions of written music. Musicians sympathize with the oil.
The reader who appreciates Uncle Yakov guitar, this passage, be careful not to think that he plays a good guitar and think he is a good person. What the author describes to set the mood. The festive evening event one of Alyosha's happiest and most unforgettable good times, Uncle only played a big background to really make Alyosha's unforgettable grandmother and gypsy dances. Uncle Yakov plays the guitar, and in any case, by nature, is a ruthless villain, which the reader appreciates. (I) in the Volga Slender Man
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Grandpa's thin but well-built body snuggled up to me as he spoke of the hard years of his own childhood, and his phrasing was impolite and difficult to comprehend, but he said it in a smooth, orderly way.
His sparkling green eyes were full of warmth, sparkling, golden hair joyfully erected his shrill voice became thick, bragging about it in front of me:
</ "You came here in a boat, the steam sends you to, but when I was young I relied on my own efforts on the current sailing boat in the water pulling the fiber of the Volga River on, dragged ashore barefoot, stepping on the gravel road is sharp profit, so from sunrise to night, non-stop pull, pull you to the sun after the oil skull fly like burnt pig iron, and keep pulling, the first point of the waist curve, bending, the whole body bone hoho, sweating, sweaty and soaking wet to open your eyes, can not see the road, my heart wants to cry, tears can not flow through the Alyosha, you want to know what words can not be said, only burying his head dragged, the nap fiber optic cable. Sometimes slip and fall down a mouth gnawing mud happy, discharged efforts or cross deep breath, rest for a short while? child. , what you see, is what God sees, people on what day it is, have mercy on the eyes of our Lord Jesus Christ!...... So I advanced along the banks of the Mother Volga three times: from Simbirsk to Rybinsk, from Saratov and Astrakhan to Makaryaliyev fair three times. More than a few thousand Russian miles! By its fourth year, I became a foreman pontoon smart talent, because I was the boss! ...... "
Listening to my grandfather tell me as if I felt that he grew up as quickly as a cloud and became a fairy tale Hercules, a skinny little old man who was a man with a trailer rope was pulled on a huge gray freighter upstream along the Volga ... ...
Sometimes he jumps out of bed, waving his hands proudly, pulling the fiber rope away, to my show-tracking way, show-tracking draining singing a fibersong after he jumps from the side of the cabin, like a young man doing jumps, and jumps back to the bed, beautifully and unusually beautifully in every move, his voice low and thick. He went on:
"You listen to Alyosha when we stopped to rest and rest, the program is different friends summer evenings, a day in the nearby old town is usually to find a place, green mountains at the foot of a pile of bonfires, porridge cooked in an open fireplace, a poor tracking singing favorite songs, all the people cried along with him, a deafening cries that make you shiver all over when you hear them At this time the water of the Volga seems to flow faster, and this river rises up into the sky like a wild horse out of control galloping then all the pain like dust blows away like the wind. Sometimes guys simply singing pot of porridge overflowing tracking head, specializing in handling cooking, you must? ve got to put up with the spoon handle play time! You can enjoy it, but you can not forget to do things! "
Exploring a few heads towards the house, called me Grandpa, but every time I stopped, I pleaded:
"Don't go!"
My grandfather always smiled and waved his hand at people, saying,
"Just a moment ......
(2) Gypsy
I really like Ivan, he always astounds me with his exciting games.
Every Saturday, one by one, the children who had made mistakes during Grandfather's week played it all over again, just doing it for evening prayers. At this time, a very exciting activity began in the kitchen, very interesting. The little gypsy catches up behind the stove bed a few black grease cockroaches, then he quickly makes a thin line harness, a sled cut out of paper, and in no time at all, four small black horses pulling a sled shaved beige color running on the table. Ivan thin slice of driven wood, browbeaten, exclaimed:
"Hey, to meet the bishop! "
Then he cuts out a small piece of paper and pastes it to the cockroach in the back to catch up with the sled, explaining as he does so:
/> "Forget about the sac, this monk is carrying a bag, get after it!"
At this point, Ivan threads bolts the legs of the other cockroaches, so this cockroach's head bows and crawls forward. Ivan applauds and shouts,
"This is a church deacon's tavern, now do vespers friend!"
Then a few small gypsies of mice were brought out. The small rodents heard his commands and walked upright, with long tails and ridiculously black pearl-like twinkling pairs of intelligent eyes. He took the little mice and hid them in his arms, mouth to mouth candy to feed them, kissed them, and from time to time he convincingly said:
"Intelligent pet mice of the home, look very cute, the idol of the family, especially like it! Who takes care of the idol of the father, the pet rat, who is ...... "
Roma Jr. also played with cards or coins, juggled, and played with the children, and he exclaimed that there was no difference between the children, almost the same children. Once he told the kids to play cards together, and a series of a few kids hitched "fool", he was very sad, angry, face, not play. Later, he angrily told me complained:
"I know they secretly do strange things! They're winking at each other under a permission slip, could that be considered playing this? If it's weird, I guess, but it's worse than them ... "
The younger Gypsy is 19 years older than the four of us together.
He made a particular impression on me during these festive evenings. At this time of year, my grandfather and Uncle Mikhail out of the tourists traveled to, Uncle's Yaakov - cloaked head of curls, holding the guitar came to the kitchen, where Grandma prepared tea, sumptuous snacks and vodka, green glass bottles with hand-engraved saffron at the bottom. Neat little gypsy dresses, spun like a gyro came. Lord Grigori turned sideways as he entered the house, gently flashing a picture of his glass-lensed sunglasses. Hemp-faced nanny Evgenia he rose red, body fat and large, like a large jar in her natural cunning eyes, his voice was loud, and sometimes the long hair of the deacon of the Church of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary, like pike and catfish grim-faced, suspicious-looking people, came to our holiday party.
People ate and drank in the first, hearing only growls and gasps, then holiday gifts were distributed to the children and a small glass of sweet fruit wine was given to each, followed by a vibrant and exotic entertainment that gradually began.
Uncle Yakov carefully adjusted his guitar, tuned it, and each said,
"Greetings, gentlemen, I play!"
Said, he gripped a head full of flowery hair, bent to hold the guitar, stretched his neck like a goose, his a carefree round face, if in a trance-like, a layer of oil mist elusive vivid eyes lost their luster, gently helped him get the string, bounced up the music mesmerizing.
Yakov played music to force silence, and the atmosphere of this game was quite tense. Song is like a rushing mountain stream coming from the Lamplighter from afar, overflowing the floors and walls everywhere, stirring people's hearts and minds, making a strange feeling of faint sadness and unease. Listening to such music, your sympathy is felt, and you pity all and commiserate with yourself. Adults are becoming like a child, we do not move there is breathlessness, silence and fall into contemplative silence.
Sasha, the son of Uncle Mikhail, heard the most fascinating, tense air, has been leaning over to Yakov's guitar, staring intently, eyes staring open, saliva dripping from his mouth, and sometimes he could hear the trance, accidentally falling fast from his chair supported on the floor, both hands to be hard. He simply sat on the floor, eyes staring blankly at 1 pair, listening to them
Panting and listening, mesmerized. The stove sang in a low voice, but it did not prevent one from listening to the dissatisfaction, like the voice of a guitar. Through two small four-square window, you can see the dark night sky in the fall night, sometimes a person attacked a small window. Lighting two candles on the table, like a pointed Jouyan gold-colored spear, gently swaying.
Uncle Yakov played more invested, he seemed to sleep, teeth tight in different activities, only two hands: the bent fingers of the right hand in the darkness of the guitar net quickly trembled like a bird flapping its wings struggling, and the left fingers quickly slid and fell on the string
He drank a few glasses of wine, and almost every time sang a song for a long time with his obnoxious, harsh voice:
If Yaakov changes the dog,
/> from morning to night he barks endlessly:
Oh yo, I'm so lonely!
The little nun, walking in the street;
The old crow stands on the wall.
Oh, yo, I'm so lonely!
/> Crickets chirping between the stoves,
Fighting cockroaches taken away.
Oh yo, I'm so lonely!
Beggar dries foot wrapper,
another beggar steals!
Oh, yo, I'm so lonely!
Yeah, hey, I'm so worried!
This song, hear my pain, when Uncle Yaakov sang beggars, I can not take it anymore, sadly cried.
The gypsy when listening to the music, like everyone else, with full attention, his fingers tangled in black hair, staring at the corner of the room, a soft purr issued from the nose. Sometimes he suddenly exclaimed, apologetically,
"God, if you give me that, I have a good voice to sing grandma"
Then sighed and said, exasperated,
"Well, you play the yasha, and the people suffer! Vanya, you come and **** dance with me... "
Grandmother's request when it is not immediately satisfied, but the musician often palms your hand and suddenly presses the string to stop for a second, then clenches his fist and tosses huge sums of money on the floor, as if invisible, but silent to get rid of something from their own triumphantly cried out:
"Throw off the sorrows and worries! And Veronica, playing
The little gypsy stroked stroked every messy hair, put on the orange shirt, and went to the middle of the kitchen as earnestly as if stepping on nails, his dark cheeks flushed, smiled shyly, and pleaded:
"Just jump wildly and fast, Yakov Vasilevich!"
So Yakov's guitar bounced like mad and the little gypsy whirled around the kitchen in the middle as if his whole body were on fire, stepping with little crunching boots on the floor, shaking the hum of the table and the cupboard cutlery, while he opened his arms again like an eagle spreading its wings and his legs danced, swiftly, briefly, and looked at him immovably, and he squealed suddenly or crouched down, like his silken shirt glittering with golden rainbows flying, trembling, floating, shining everywhere.
The little gypsy danced obliviously, without weariness. It seems that if we open the door and let him go outside and dance in the street, he will keep on dancing all over the city... "
"Across time! Uncle Yaakov the beat of their feet, shouted.
Then he pointed and whistled, a provocative voice shouting naughty words, some gags:
Hey, ? Ho, yo! A pair of broken sandals, you
Throwing them away is weirdly heartbreaking,
No pair of broken sandals!
I'll have to give up the wife and kids!
The bodies of the men sitting around a table were shaking, sometimes like fire elephants screaming. The Lord with the beard tapped his bald head from time to time mouth whispered something, he leaned down to me, soft beard to pay my shoulders and whispered, close to my ear like adults, as:
"Pitch race-Maximech, if your father is still alive, ask him to come here, he will jump to more prosperity! He was a happy and cheerful man who loved to make people laugh. Do you remember him? "
/> "Remember."
"Remember? He used to dance and your grandmother, you wait!"
The Master of Arts and Crafts, he stood up, he was tall, his face was statuesque, he seemed tired. He lowered his head my grandmother, and in an unusually low voice pleaded:
"Labor Akulina-Ivanovna, you have a big head, and everyone dances with me ****! Like you, with Maxim Sawajieye Abramovich past dances, please!" ...... / a>
"What did you say, dear, what did you say, Mr. Grigori Ivanecki?" Grandma scrunched up, beaming, and said, "I can dance! I can laugh..." BR />
But we didn't miss her, asking her in unison when she looked like a young man "Huo quickly stood up, stood up straight, stood up straight with her skirt, looked up with his stupid head, and began to dance in the kitchen, shouting as he danced:
"Of course. And you laugh! Hello, Yasha, you give another song!
Uncle Yaakov jumped up, body straight, eyes slightly closed, slowly play a small gypsy pause, jumped in front of Grandma, crouched down, jumped around Grandma, Grandma stretched her arms, gently dancing, her feet slipped silent as if floating in the air, on the floor, he raised his eyebrows, black eyes staring at, I think Grandma looks funny, can not help but "giggle! I can't help but "giggle". Immediately, Master Grigori held out a finger to seriously stop me, sweeping me with a reproachful glance at the adults present.
"Stop stomping your feet, Ivan!" Master Grigori sneered, and the little gypsy obeyed, immediately skipping to the next, sitting down at the threshold when Nanny Evgeny Nia raised her throat to sing, her voice not high but clear and pleasant:
of yo
The girl who embroiders, what a wretch,
One week she embroiders for six days,
Tired of her back and legs hurting again yo,
They're not the only ones! Hey, she's busy for "busy is busy all day! Grandma
Not jumping, as if whispering something, when she walked up, gently put down, thoughtfully shaking his body, sometimes Shoudaliangpeng toward look around, look at the trembling, slow pace, full fat body soft careful she stopped, suddenly shocked face winced, frowning, face immediately surfaced, she looked at the side of the hide and seek shelter, she looked at the side of the hide and seek shelter. Holding out a hand, respectfully make way. Then she dropped her head, panting, and smiled more charmingly, her amiable smile. Listening carefully to the song, suddenly, her stride dancing, like a whirlwind spinning, the whole body is more symmetrical, she is greater moment, she miraculously glows with youthful pretty and lovely, beautiful and moving dance closely to attract people's attention!
Evegenia sang in a profound, resonant voice:
To Sunday great difficulty,
Afternoon prayers go fluttering.
Did her last home stretch and took you
It was sadly, a very short wonderful vacation!
Grandma danced back to the fireplace and sat on his ? s seat. Everyone complimented her on how well she danced, and she smoothed out her hair and said,
"You forget you haven't seen it with real women dancing. We, in the city of Barahana, there is a girl, I don't remember if she is someone else's girl, what's your name, and seeing her dance, some of you will be tears of happiness! As long as you are happy to see her, there is no other need! I envy her so much, it's a shame! "
"s singer and dancer, the smartest person in the world!" Nanny Evgenia said gravely, as she sang the children's song of King David, and Uncle Yakov, with his arms around the little gypsy, said to him:
"If you dance in the tavern, let people be fascinated to see you dance! ......"
"I wish I had a good voice! The little gypsy complained in a voice that said, , "If God gave me a good voice, I sang for the first time for more than ten years, and then went to a monk! "
We drank a lot of wine, and the grandmother of the king of the Grigori drinkers gave him a glass after glass of wine while warning him:
"Grid? Shah, you should be mindful of things, drink it and you'll go blind from it! "
Gregory replied with full concern:
"Drink blind now! Eyes, I don't need it, we haven't seen the world yet have we... "
While he was not drunk, but then more and more, and almost everything, my father said:
"Maxim Sawajieye Abramovich is a good friend, he is a man with a big heart ...... "
Grandma kept sighing in agreement:
"Yes, he's a nice boy, god... ...... "
It was very interesting, y attracted me, I felt uneasy all this is permeated with a faint sadness, quietly, endlessly invade my heart, sadness and joy of people who are the same, can not be separated, sometimes will somehow interchangeable, fickle, elusive.
On one occasion, Uncle Yaakov got drunk, not quite drunk, and proceeded to tear his own clothes, frantically pulling at his hair, his thinning yellow beard, pulling at his nose and sagging lips.
"What's going on, what's going on? "He let loose with tears." What's this about? "
His own face, forehead and chest pounded loudly:
"I am bad, bad, I am shameless! "
Gregory also wailed aloud:
saying, "Well cursed! ...... "
My grandmother with a drunkenness, who seized his son with one hand, persuaded and said:
"Come, come, Jasher, God, knows how to teach! "
Grandma drank and wrote better: black eyes smiled at everyone, shone warmly on the people, she waved her red turban violently in her face singing like a voice and said:
"God, God, how beautiful everything is! Hey, just look at it, how beautiful everything is! "
That was her voice, and she lived the cry of the question.
The uncle who was always carefree cried and cried like crazy, which surprised me and I asked my grandmother, uncle, why are you crying, why are you cursing yourself and hitting yourself.
"You want to try to know! Sullenly said," a counterintuitive grandmother, "after you also know that the early inquiries ...... "
Grandma, then y struck my curiosity, I went to the workshop to find Ivan pestered him to ask questions, but he did not answer me, just laughed and squinted at the Lord Grigori. Later, he impatiently dismissed me from the workshop came out shouting:
"Not entangled? Knotty people, come out! Beware I will dye the pot, you dye! "
The old mage stood in front of the wide low furnace, stove stage puzzle with three large iron pots, with a long black wooden stick in the pot, stirring, sometimes came a wooden stick to look around, look carefully stick lower end drops of colored water. The fire was very busy, and the light of the fire reflected in his piece like a priest's vestments like a colorful leather apron. The large jug of dyed water sizzled and sizzled.