"Childhood" is an autobiographical novel written by the author Gorky based on his own childhood. It exposes the darkness, cruelty and inhumanity of life during the Russian Tsarist period. Gorky has lived in such an environment since he was a child, suffered torture and bullying, and suffered tremendous pain both mentally and physically. But Gorky did not lose confidence in life, but came over with strength.
Gorky’s original name was Alexei Maximovich Pishkov, and his nickname was Alyosha. He lost his father when he was young, and came to his grandfather's house with his father and grandmother. Everything seems to be just the beginning of the protagonist Alyosha's miserable fate. Grandfather's house is more like a hell on earth than a home. The grandfather is in charge of everything in the family. He has a very bad temper and regards wealth as his life. The protagonist Alyosha is often beaten for making mistakes. The two uncles often quarrel and fight over the separation of the family. The women in the family have no status and are left to their husbands. Beat and scold, vent. All this left a shadow on Alyosha's young mind.
After that, Alyosha left his grandfather’s house and embarked on society alone. He worked as a handyman in many places. During this period, Alyosha was bullied, but he still survived. Because he has been supported by his strong, unyielding and difficult spirit and belief.
But now we are so blessed that we don’t know how to be blessed, and we don’t have to worry about food or clothing. But little Alyosha didn't have enough to eat, didn't have warm clothes, and had to be beaten and bullied. The tragic scenes one after another made me think: What would happen if we lived in the Russian Tsarist period? Do you think that is not a place where people live?
The times are constantly improving, but people are becoming more and more cowardly. When encountering difficulties, they want to retreat, escape or take shortcuts. Turgenev once said: "If you want to be happy, you must first learn to bear hardships." A good life must be paid for before it lasts, and only after you strive for it can you get it. Sentences, dark clothes, bared teeth, grinning, talking to myself, shaking, inexplicable, strange, fearful, caring, talkative
Laughing, restless, weak, sharp, skewed, messy, messy, sudden, erratic, full of interest, sparkling, naked eyes Eyes closed, face livid, groaning, tossing, desolate, breaking free, complaining, silent, dirty, frequent, warm and bright, disappearing, trembling, face livid, legs closed, silent Leading hardships and loss
Courage, clear memories, flowing, clear autumn air, clear sky, going upstream, rumbling, smiling, standing crowded
With tears in eyes, demons, monsters, saints, wise men, mystery, indifference, silence, observation, severity, reluctance, deepness Embrace the bright sun
The morning sun, the sunset, the dazzling red, the golden, the warm ocean, the sparkling sun, the rising sun, the colorful misery
Deafening, cruel, disappearing, hatred rushing over, strong bursting of pain, silent, uniform, shrill, heartless Lungs despise the spluttering, tired, envious, clean, beautiful, praying, clear, terrible
Weak and patient
On the blue water of the Volga River, orange-red ships are going upstream, and each picture The golden leaves slowly drifted down the river.
I am very afraid of my grandfather. I always feel that his green eyes are staring at me all the time.
The music was passionate and filled with sadness, as if it were a river rushing down from the mountains, surging in the room.
People often hear their singing and stop to look at them from under the window. The upturned faces remind me of unwashed dirty dishes.
"Oh, you people...!" He often sighed suddenly like this, and he didn't know what he was sighing about. The ending of "Human..." is always drawn out by him.
Gizzard walked to the middle of the kitchen with a red face, beating like a ball of flame: his hands were raised high, his steps were so fast that it was difficult to distinguish, and his shirt was shaking, glowing brightly like burning. . He danced with abandon, as if if you opened the door and let him out, he could dance all over the city! Everyone was infected by him and started to tremble with him.
During the singing, my grandmother sometimes moved forward, sometimes retreated, sometimes whirled, and her youth returned to her in an instant, making her appear as beautiful as a blooming flower. Everyone is attracted to her.
"Hey, Lexie, you are not a medal. You cannot hang it around my neck all the time. This is not your place. You can go and make a living in the world..."
So, I went to the human world.
After a long time, I finally understood. Because of their poverty and monotonous life, Russians like to take pleasure in and play with pain; they are often like innocent children, rarely feeling ashamed when they encounter misfortune.
In the long, empty and boring years, fighting is just a holiday, and getting into a fire can relieve boredom; scars can also add luster to a dull, expressionless face.
"Wake up. Everyone is going to die. What does it matter? Aren't birds going to die too?"
The lamp shadow no longer flickers, and the moonlight is clearly printed on the floor. , looking so desolate and peaceful.
The broad and straight road, your breadth is given by God, the ax and the shovel, but you only have the hooves of the horses, the dust rises and falls.
The sun shone in obliquely, shining on the two long-necked bottles containing kvass and vodka on the table, glowing with dark green light.
The snow outside is blinding. My little birds are playing in the cage, and the oriole, bullfinch, and goldfinch are singing.
The autumn rain is continuous, the autumn wind is whistling, and the branches are swaying. It is cold and wet outside, but it is warm as spring inside. Everyone is sitting close to each other, and the atmosphere is harmonious.
Grandpa put his hot arms around my neck. The book was placed in front of me. He reached over my shoulder and clicked on the letters with his fingers.
He appeared at the entrance of the alley looking around, his hat covering his ears and his big face.
Grandpa slowly raised himself up with his hands, his face wrinkled like an axe, and his eyes almost bulged out.
He walked back and forth in the house with his shoulders raised. Suddenly he reached out and closed the door, and put on the heavy door hook.
On the dust-covered streets, the cobblestones are like swollen scars. The swells are larger near by and smaller as they go further, extending to Ostrozhnaya Square on the other side of the valley. The square was paved with clay, and on the clay was a prison.
The prison is gray, with a watchtower on each of the four corners. It is magnificent and melancholy in shape.
A firefighter on duty, like a dog on a chain, kept walking back and forth.
The low roof washed by the autumn rain has long been covered with thick dust. They are crowded together like beggars at the door of the church. All the windows are staring, probably with the eyes. Like me, I'm waiting for what's going to happen.
Grandma hugged him back to bed as if she was hugging me.
Grandpa’s front legs were bent and his back legs were stretched, just like the hunter in "Bear Hunting Picture". When grandma went to beg him, he silently pushed her out with his ribs and feet.
After combing my hair and braiding it, I washed my face twice and blew my nose. With an angry look on my face, I stood in front of the icon and started praying.
Her smiling eyes were piercing, and she seemed to be much younger all of a sudden. She raised her heavy hand and slowly crossed herself on her chest.
The room suddenly became solemn, and the flies were flying cautiously.
The happy sunshine shines into the window from the garden, the pearly dew shines with colorful light on the branches, and the morning air exudes the fragrance of fennel, sour chestnuts, and ripe apples.
He stuck his butt out, clumsily picked up the stones on the ground with trembling hands and fought back, cursing three dirty words that would never come out.
The myna blinks humorously and imitates the calls of orioles, jays, cuckoos and even kittens. But it seems to be difficult for it to learn human language.
There are many interesting things worth remembering at home. But a sense of oppression that I couldn't get rid of forced me to the point of suffocation. It seemed that I had always lived in a place where I couldn't see the light of day. In the deep pit, I can't see or hear, like a blind person or a deaf person...
The soldiers are also as fat as balls, sitting by the window smoking, coughing with bulging faces and staring, the sound is very strange, Like a dog barking.