Gorky's original name was Alexei Macsimovici Peter Skov, and his nickname was Aletha. He lost his father at an early age and followed his father and grandmother to his grandfather's house. Everything is just the beginning of the tragic fate of the protagonist Aletha. Grandpa's home is not so much a home as a hell on earth. Grandfather is in charge of everything in the family. He has a bad temper and treats money like life. Aletha, the protagonist, is often beaten up for his mistakes. Two uncles often quarrel and struggle to separate; Women have no position in the family, and let their husbands beat and scold them to vent. All these have left a shadow on Alisha's young mind.
After that, Alisha left her grandfather's house and set foot on the society alone. He worked as a handyman in many places, during which Aletha was bullied, but he survived. Because he has been supported by his indomitable spirit and belief.
Now, we really don't know when we will be blessed and have nothing to eat and wear. But little Aletha didn't have enough to eat and put on, and he was beaten and bullied. Scene after scene of tragedy, I can't help but think: what would happen if we lived in the Russian czar period? Do you think it is not a inhabited place at all?
The times are progressing, but people are getting weaker and weaker. When encountering difficulties, they want to retreat, escape or take shortcuts. Turgenev said: "If you want to be happy, you must first learn to suffer hardships." A good life will last only if you pay, and you will get it only if you work hard. The clothes are grinning and talking to themselves, shaking all over, inexplicable fear, and caring for talkative people.
Smile, anxiety, weakness, Li Lisuo, crooked, messy, at sixes and sevens, come and go, listless, radiant, naked, eyes closed, livid, groaning, tossing about desolation, out of complaint, silent, dirty, warm and bright, disappearing, trembling, livid, legs closed, silent, silent.
Courage, clear memory, clear autumn sky, clear upstream, rumbling, smiling, standing and crowded.
Tears in his eyes, monsters, sages, mysterious and indifferent, silently observing, strict, reluctant, affectionate and bright.
Asahi, Asahi, dazzling red, golden, warm and sparkling, the rising sun, colorful and tragic.
Deafening, cruel, disappearing hatred, scrambling, intense pain, silent uniform, harsh, heartless, contemptuous, tired, envious, clean, beautiful, praying, clear and touching the bottom.
Weak and patient
On the blue surface of the Volga River, orange-red ships are upstream, and golden leaves are slowly drifting downstream.
I am so afraid of my grandfather that I always feel that his green eyes are staring at me.
Music is full of sadness, like a river running down the mountain, stirring in the room.
People often hear their songs and stop to look at them from the window. The upturned face reminds me of dirty dishes that haven't been washed yet.
"Well, you people ...! "He often sighs suddenly like this, and he doesn't know what he is sighing about. "Man ..." The ending is always dragged on by him.
Tzgang blushed and walked into the middle of the kitchen, jumping like a flame: his hands were raised high, his steps were indistinguishable, his shirt trembled and shone like a flame. He danced wildly, as if he could jump all over the city by opening the door and letting him out! Everyone was infected by him and trembled with him.
In singing, grandma sometimes advances, sometimes retreats, sometimes flies, and youth instantly returns to her, making her present a kind of flower-like beauty. Everyone was attracted by her.
"Hey, Lekszi, you are not a medal. You can't keep hanging it around my neck. This is not your territory. Go to the earth to make a living ... "
So, I went to the earth.
It took me a long time to finally understand. Because of poverty and monotonous life, Russians like to have fun with pain and play with it; Often like naive children, they are rarely ashamed of misfortune.
In the long empty and boring years, fighting is a holiday, but fire can be fun; Scars can also add luster to a dull and expressionless face.
"Wake up, everyone will die. What is this? Isn't that bird dying, too? "
The shadow of the lamp is no longer swaying, and the moonlight is clearly printed on the floor, which looks so bleak and peaceful.
Wide and straight road, your width is given by God with axe and shovel, but why do you only have the sound of hooves and dust flying?
The sun shone obliquely on the table, and two long-necked bottles containing Gowasu wine and vodka flashed dark green.
It's dazzling outside. My bird is playing in the cage, and the yellow bird, the gray bird and the goldfinch are singing.
Autumn rain, autumn wind, swaying branches, cold and wet outside, but warm as spring inside, everyone sat next to each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Grandpa put his hot arm around my neck, and the book was in front of me. He crossed my shoulder and lit the letters with his fingers.
He appeared in the alley with his hat covering his ears and a big face.
Grandpa propped himself up slowly with his hands, his face wrinkled into an axe, and his eyes almost popped out.
He walked back and forth in the room shoulder to shoulder. Suddenly, he reached out and closed the door with a heavy hook.
On the dusty and buried streets, pebbles are like swollen scars, and the swollen blisters nearby are getting bigger and bigger, extending to Ostroshnaya Square on the other side of the valley. The square is covered with dirt, and there is a prison on the dirt.
The prison is gray, and there is a watchtower in every corner, which is majestic and melancholy.
A fireman on duty, like a dog on a chain, keeps walking back and forth.
A low roof washed by autumn rain has already been covered with thick dust, crowded at the church door like a beggar, and all the windows are staring, probably like me, waiting for something to happen.
Grandma carried him back to bed with her own hands, just like holding me.
Grandpa's front legs bend and his back legs stretch, just like a hunter hunting Xiong Tu. When grandma went to beg him, he silently pushed her out with his ribs and feet.
I combed my hair, braided it, washed my face casually, blew my nose, and my face was still angry. I stood in front of the icon and began to pray.
Her smiling eyes are bright, as if she were much younger at once. She raised her heavy hand and slowly drew a cross on her chest.
The room suddenly became solemn, and flies flew carefully.
Happy sunshine shines from the garden into the window, pearl-like dewdrops shed colorful light on the branches, and the morning air smells of fennel, sour chestnuts and ripe apples.
He pursed his ass, awkwardly picked up the stones on the ground with trembling hands and fought back, cursing three dirty words that would never come out.
Myna blinks humorously. It can imitate orioles, jays, cuckoos and even kittens. But it seems difficult to learn human language.
There are many things worth remembering at home, which is very interesting. But a sense of oppression that I can't get rid of almost suffocates me. It seems that I have been living in a dark place. In the pit, I can't see or hear, like a blind or deaf person. ...
Soldiers are also as fat as a ball, sitting by the window smoking. When they cough, their faces are bulging, their eyes are staring, and their voices are strange, like dogs barking.