"You are so confused, my good wife." Grandmother said to her serenely, however it could have pissed me off, and I decided to take revenge on this wicked woman once and for all.
I thought and thought about how I could deal a more painful blow to this double-chinned, thin-eyed, red-haired, fat woman.
I observed the infighting of the neighbors and knew that they took revenge on each other by cutting off the cats' tails, poisoning the dogs, beating the roosters and hens to death, or sneaking into the enemy's kiln in the middle of the night, pouring kerosene into the barrels where the cabbages and cucumbers were pickled, and letting out the kwas in the barrels, but none of these methods suited me; it was necessary to think of a more astonishing and more powerful method. intention; it was necessary to think of a more astonishing and formidable method.
One idea came to me: when I watched the tavern-mistress going down to the kiln, I closed and locked the roof of the kiln, and after doing the Avenger's Dance on it, I threw the key on the roof, and ran off to the kitchen, where my grandmother was cooking. She didn't immediately understand why I was happy, but when she figured it out, she slapped me hard on the ass a couple of times, dragged me out into the yard, and told me to go up on the roof and find the key. Feeling strange about her attitude, I silently brought the key down and hid in the corner of the yard to watch her release the captured tavern hostess as they both walked across the yard in a friendly manner while laughing.
"I'll show you how it's done," said the tavern-mistress, clenching her fat fists to intimidate me, but her fat face, with its invisible eyes, smiled amiably. My grandmother grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into the kitchen and asked:
"Why did you do that?"
"She hit you with a carrot. ......"
"You did it for me? So that's what this is all about! Just look at the scrap of you I shoved under the stove to feed the rats! What kind of protector are you, a little bubble that bursts at the first poke! I'll tell Grandpa - he'll knock your skin off! Go to the top floor and read ......"
She ignored me all day, and in the evening, before there was a prayer, she sat down on the edge of the bed and lectured me on a few words that will never be forgotten:
"Alyosha, my dear boy, remember: don't meddle in the affairs of grown-ups! Grown-ups have learned badly; God is testing them, and you have not yet been tested; you should live as a child thinks. You should live as a child, and wait for God to open your heart and show you what you should do, and lead you in the way you should go. Understand? As for what people have committed what transgressions - that's not your business. That's for God to judge and punish. That is for Him to govern, not us!"
She was silent for a moment, sniffed her snuff, squinted her right eye, and added:
"Yeah, well, about who's guilty of transgressions, about how even God doesn't get it right all the time."
"Doesn't God know everything?" I asked in surprise. She replied softly and sadly:
"If he knew everything, there are about a lot of things people wouldn't do. His old man looked and looked from heaven to earth, to all of us, and sometimes he would burst into tears, and while he cried he would say, 'O my people, my people! Ohhh, how I pity you all!'"
She herself wept, and with a tear-stained face went to the corner to pray.
From that time her God was nearer and more intelligible to me.
2
She looked fierce today, but when I asked why her hair was so long, she said, in the same warm, soft tone as yesterday,
"It seems that the world handed me a punishment, and the Lord said: go and comb these damn hairs for you! In my youth I boasted of a horse's mane; in my old age I can curse it. You go to sleep! It's early yet,-the sun has just risen after a night's sleep ......"
"I don't want to sleep!"
"If you don't want to sleep, just don't," she agreed at once, braiding her hair on one side and looking over to the sofa, where her mother lay, face upward, straight as a string. "How did you break the milk bottle yesterday? You chuckle about it!"
Grandmother spoke as if she were singing with all her heart, and the words were as gentle, bright and rich as flowers, and at once they struck firmly into my memory. When she smiled, the black like black cherry eyes opened round, flashing an indescribable pleasant light, in the smile, happy to reveal solid snow-white teeth. Though dark and with many wrinkles in the cheeks, the whole face still appeared young and bright. But this face was marred by a flabby nose, distended nostrils, and a red tip. She sniffs tobacco from a silver-encrusted black snuffbox. Her clothes were all black, but through her eyes there was an unquenchable, happy, warm glow from within him. Her back was bent so that it almost became a hunchback, and she was fat and plump, but moved with the lightness and agility of a big cat, and was soft as this lovely animal.
3 "Childhood friends" is an excerpt from Gorky's "Childhood", the article is extremely delicate and full of emotion to depict the "grandmother" this full of human glory of the character.
Let's follow the warm and smooth river of words that Gorky has created for us, catch those trickles, think and feel with all our hearts, and a charming "grandmother" will be standing in front of you, smiling at you. ......
When I was a child, my grandmother was a child, but she was not a child.
When I (Gorky) woke up and opened my eyes, I saw my grandmother combing her thick hair, and a conversation began.
When Grandmother wasn't listening to my voice, she looked fierce, "her lips quirked and her dark eyes glittered with exasperation." When I asked why my hair was so long, Grandma instantly changed her look and "said it in the same warm, soft accent as yesterday." Grandmother always spoke to me in such a warm and soft tone.
Speaking of her long hair as a punishment from God, she was self-deprecating and full of humor, what a cheerful person she was. "You go to sleep, it's still early, - the sun slept all night and just got up ......" How like in a fairy tale world, a kind old man said words ah, can imagine her face overflowing with smiles, can feel her relaxed I can imagine the smile on her face, can feel her relaxed and harmonious tone.
"I don't want to sleep!" The exclamation point signaled my firmness of attitude, revealing that I was uninhibited and even slightly reckless in front of my grandmother. In response to my words, my grandmother immediately agreed, "If you don't want to sleep, you don't have to sleep." This is how my grandmother respected my wishes as a child! Her ordinary words were like the sunlight outside the window that warmed my little heart.
"Why did you break the milk bottle yesterday? Keep your voice down!" Grandmother's question implied a gentle reproach, but more care. Earlier, when I spoke, Grandmother did not ask me to keep my voice down, let me shout out words like that she did not get angry at all, but now she asked me to keep my voice down. As she talked and brushed her hair, she looked over at the couch. It turned out that my mom was sleeping on the couch! Oh, Grandma didn't want my mom to know about this, and didn't want me to get scolded by her. Grandma is really my good friend. So I was immersed in my grandmother's gentle words, quietly watching her ......
When she smiled, she "shone with an indescribably pleasant radiance," and "showed her snow-white teeth in a cheerful manner. "The wrinkled face is "young and bright", my grandmother is optimistic, full of vitality; all black clothes can not hide her eyes shot from the heart of the "never extinguished, happy, warm light." My grandmother was tenacious and stalwart; she was "so bent at the waist that she was almost a hunchback", "fat and plump", "but as quick and agile as a big cat", my grandmother was and is lovely. the.
On that waking morning, I just gazed quietly at my loving, optimistic, stoic grandmother, letting her sing-songy words, like flowers, open gently in my heart ......
This is the warm picture we can perceive through the river of Gorky's words.
If, for example, you are a lover of life, if you are willing to read quietly and with all your heart, first recognizing, then reading carefully, and then thinking (imagining the reading) if necessary, then those rivers of words will be transformed into distinctive images and flow into your heart, where they will germinate and blossom ......