The cobblestones in the dusty up-buried streets were like swollen scars, the nearer ones larger, bordering the Ostrozhnaya Square, which was paved with clay, and on the clay was a prison.
The prison is gray, each of the four corners of a guard tower, imposing, melancholy form. A patch of short roofs washed by the fall rains, long ago and covered with thick dust, crowded, like a church door caller, all the windows are staring, probably like me, waiting for what is about to happen.
There were few pedestrians in the street, moving like cockroaches. A strong smell came rushing up, making me feel very melancholy; it was the smell of a large onion Hummus bun.
I felt a sense of oppression that I had never felt before, the top of my heart pressed down, and the walls were pushing me! And it was as if something in my body was pushing outward, trying to break through my ribs and chest! It was him, Uncle Mikhail! He appeared at the mouth of the alley, looking around, his hat covering his ears and his big leaping face. He wore a tan topcoat, his boots were knee-length, and he had one hand in his pants pocket and the other stroking his beard.
Look at him, he's in a murderous mood! I should have run down and reported at once, but could not move my feet in any case! I saw him tiptoeing toward the spillway, and with a clatter he was opening its door! I ran down as fast as I could and knocked on Grandpa's door. "Who?" "Me!" "What for, he's in the spill house? Well, there you go!" I was scared there ......" "All right, stay a while!" I had to go back up and get on the window.
It was dark, and the windows opened their yellowish eyes, and I wondered who was playing the piano, with a melodious and melancholy sound. The people in the pubs were singing, and when the doors were opened, the tired, hoarse voices of the singers leaked out into the street.
It was sung by the one-eyed beggar, Nigitushka, a bearded old man whose right eye was red, and whose left eye could never be opened. As soon as the door was closed, his song came to an abrupt end as if it had been cut off.
Grandmother envied this one-eyed beggar, and listening to him sing, she sighed: "It's so lucky to be able to sing!" There were times when she looked at him sitting on the steps singing and speaking would walk over and sit beside him: "I ask you, is there a Madonna in Ryazan too?" The beggar answered in a very low voice: "There are in every province, everywhere ......." I often have a dreamy, tired feeling of wanting someone to be by my side, preferably a grandma, grandpa would be fine! Also, what kind of person is my father? Why did Grandpa and my uncles dislike him so much? And why do Grandma, Grigori and Eugenia speak of him with such nostalgia? And where is my mother? More and more I thought about my mother, and gradually she became the main character in the fairy tales told by my grandmother.
The fact that my mother ran away from the house makes her even more legendary, and I think she has now become a green man, living in the forest by the roadside, killing the rich and giving to the poor. Perhaps, like the Duchess of Angaretscheva or the Virgin Mary, she is already traveling the world.
Our Lady would have said to my mother, as she said to the Duchess: "Slave of greed, stop picking up silver and gold from the ground. No treasure can cover your nakedness, O soul that knows no nightmare....... My mother also replied with this verse: "Be as generous as I am, Our Lady Most Holy! I am not a man of the world, but I am a man of the world.
I searched for treasures only for my lonely son ...... So the Virgin, kind as a grandma, forgave her: Alas, thou offspring of the Tartars, unworthy child of Christ! Go your way, and do not blame others when you fall! Go to the forests and pursue the Moldavans, go to the steppes and capture the Kalmyks, but don t mess with the Russians ...... It seems like a dream! The roar and clutter of footsteps below woke me up. I rushed down to the window and saw that Granddad, Yakov and Shmereon, the Sprinkler's man, were pulling Mikhail out of the room.
Mikhail grabbed the doorframe and wouldn't leave. People beat him, kicked him, smashed him, and finally threw him out into the street.
The Sprinkler was locked with a crash, and the crumpled hat was thrown through the wall. All was quiet again.
Uncle Mikhail lay down for a while and slowly got up. His clothes were torn into strips of cloth, and his hair was like a chicken's nest.
He grabbed a pebble and slammed it against the door of the restaurant, and with a dull thud, the street returned to its earlier state of silence. The grandmother sat on the threshold of the door, bent over, not moving a muscle.
I walked over to her and touched her face. She didn't seem to realize I was there: "God, give my child some wisdom! "O God, spare us ......" The grandmaster lived in the mansion for a total **** that is, one year: from one spring to the second.
We were, however, so famous that every week a crowd of children ran to the door, cheering, "The Kashlins are fighting again!" As soon as it was dark, Uncle Mikhail would come around the mansion and wait for the right moment to strike, without anyone lifting a finger. He sometimes beat up a few accomplices, either drunkards or hooligans.
They uprooted the plants and trees in the garden, destroyed the baths, smashed the shelves of the steam baths, the benches, the kettles, even the doors were not left open, they were smashed. Grandma stood in front of the window and listened with a grim face to people destroying his property.
Grandma was running around in the yard, calling out, "Misha, Misha, what are you doing?" She was answered with unpleasant Russian curses. There was no way I was going to follow my grandma all over the yard, because that would have been too dangerous, but I was so scared that I went downstairs to Grandpa's room: "Get out of here, asshole!" He yelled angrily.
I fled back to the top floor as fast as I could and stared out the window at Grandma. I was terrified that she had let someone kill her! I called out to her, telling her to come back, and she didn't.
Mikhail heard me and began to swear at my mother. Once, and it was such a disturbing night, Grandpa was sick, lying in bed, with a handkerchief wrapped around his head, turning over in bed and dropping it, screaming: "All my life I have worked hard and saved money all my life, and finally I ended up in such a situation! "If he hadn't been so ashamed, he would have called the police! "Shame on you, calling the police on your own children, incompetent parents!" He stood up suddenly and staggered to the window.
Grandma pulled him back, "What are you doing?" "Light the lamp!" Grandma lit the candle. Holding the candlestick like a gun, he yelled at the window, "Mischka, thief and mangy dog!" Before the words were out of his mouth, a brick.
2. Childhood Chapters 5 to 6 Good Words◆ Since then I have watched people with uneasiness, as if the outer skin of my heart had been torn away from me, and so that heart has become insufferably sensitive to all indignities and sufferings, whether of my own, or of others.
◆ Everyone has a name, but everyone has the same rights.
◆ Officials are like naughty children who come up and break all laws.
◆ In the endless working day, sorrow is also a program, the fire is a tease, in the face of nothing, even the scars are embellishments ......
◆ Resentment is a block of ice, melt when it meets warmth.
◆ Her series of "later", I seem to think it is a ladder, it left her deep down to where it extends, all the way to the dark place, to the place of loneliness.
3. "Childhood" Chapter 6 (Gorky) (twenty-four chapters) good words and good sentencesImpression, hometown of the small yard, there is always so short a tree tree gardenia, I that wrapped in the fragrance of the flowers of childhood will be in this yard bloom.
Early summer, is the gardenia blossom season. The turquoise leaves are its vigorous vitality, snow-white flowers emit a faint fragrance, refreshing. It has a white and flawless mind, after washing all the prosperity more elegant.
Early in the morning, facing the wind, playing in the hometown yard, immersed in which to savor the wisps of fragrance, this poetry also came to life!
Grandma likes gardenia, I also like. Early summer dusk, standing in front of the room, silent small courtyard, silent gardenia, silent me, leaning on the window, formed that a ink painting, grandmother's mysterious appearance broke this trace of tranquility, she smiled, called me to dinner. At the table, in addition to the fragrance of the meal, the fragrance of the gardenia also became part of my life. Later when moving, had tried to move a tree gardenia, but because of the city life not allowed to transplant it here. From then on, that aroma will gradually far away.
After moving, and then see the gardenia opportunity is also less, I forget the gardenia in other seasons can also bloom. But I can't forget in the warm summer after dusk, back home, the gardenia will always eliminate our tiredness. I can't forget that when the gardenia was in full bloom, I would carry three or two sprigs of gardenia in my jacket pocket, and occasionally there would be so many in my shorts pocket, and my childhood was so fragrant! But now, the opportunity is rare. As far as I can remember, only my grandpa, grandma, cousins and I sat around the table together, talking about interesting things in life in the invisible aroma. I think, in each of us have a blooming gardenia, open in the heart, will not fail. Grandma and Grandpa's story will not grow old.
4. childhood Gorky chapter 4~6 good words and phrasesChapter 3 is mainly about the story of "little Tzigane", lively and robust apprentice "little Tzigane" brings a lot of joy, but in the work of the two jiu jiu live tired Good words and phrases: little Tzigane like a fire burning; two arms open, harrier eagle-like dance, footsteps fast enough to let a person can not be distinguished! He suddenly cried out and crouched down on the ground, like a golden swallow flying around before the onset of the heavy rain, his shirt shaking, as if on fire, emitting a brilliant light.
Tzigane danced so freely that, if the door were opened, he could have gone out into the street and danced all over the city! "Come sideways! " cries Uncle Yakov, stamping his feet on the floor. Tzigane shouts out a funny little rhyme: "Hey, hey, hey, hey! If I hadn't given up my broken straw shoes, I'd have left my mother-in-law behind. If I hadn't given up my broken straw shoes, I'd have left my mother-in-law behind and my children behind.
The people trembled after him as if their feet were on fire, and from time to time they shouted after him. Feelings: Criticism of uncle's ruthlessness, sympathy for the working people and so on Chapter 4 is about grandmother's telling of fairy tales for the author, the fire in the house, and aunt's death in childbirth due to shock Good words and phrases: Outside, the cold is bone-chilling, and the cold green moonlight shines through the ice on the window glass on the grandmothers' faces with big, kindly noses, and her eyes are as bright as phosphorus fires.
In the corner of the wall hung her dress, behind which there seemed to be a man; and on the windows there seemed to be the faces of many men, all of whom were blind, and all of whom had extraordinarily long hair. I hid under the pillow and peeped at the door with one eye.
It was so hot, the air was suffocating, and I suddenly remembered the scene of Zigaon's death, the slow trickle of blood on the floor. It was as if a loaded army had run over me, crushing everything. Feelings: Praise for Grandmother's Kindness and Tolerance ★ After Reading "Childhood" Everyone has a childhood, and everyone's childhood is different, but is each of our childhoods as poor as Gorky's? No, we don't. We are the only children in our family, and we are the jewels of our parents' hearts.
Gorky's childhood was not as happy as ours, and his family was not as beautiful as ours. Gorky had no father since he was seven years old, and lived with his mother and elderly grandmother. Other children had new clothes, but he did not, and all he had was a few patched clothes and a school bag.
However, he did not blame his mother, but more hard to study, ready to honor his mother.
Gorky was very fond of math when he was small. In a math class, the teacher came up with a question to test in the class, the title is: "1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + ...... + 100 =?" This can be difficult for many students, they are all very anxious, only Gorky calculated, equal to 5050.
From then on, the teacher will not look down on them because of their poor family, but feel that he is very talented in math. We need to learn from Gorky, as Confucius said, "See the virtuous and think about it."
★ Read "Childhood" feeling Recently, I read Gorky's book "Childhood", the book image depicts the main character Alyosha miserable childhood. Alyosha's parents died, and his grandfather was very grumpy, only his grandmother loved him.
Grandfather did not like him much, and his two uncles hated him. In such a harsh environment, he came through.
In fact, the prototype of Alyosha is Gorky himself, and Gorky used the character of Alyosha to describe his own childhood. This made me y appreciate the ugly face of the people of that era.
Gorky's childhood was too miserable compared to ours! We are so happy to be spoiled by our parents. Every day sitting in the bright classroom, listening to the teacher lectures; home there are big fish and meat waiting for you to taste; what you want, give you what; if someone bullies you, adults will not hesitate to teach that person a lesson.
And what about Gorky's time? Gorky rarely had a peaceful day, almost every day people hurt him, insulted him, bullied him. I don't understand why those people did these kinds of things that hurt people and hurt themselves. Are these meaningless things worth doing? Therefore, we should cherish the beautiful and happy life today.
We have to seize the tail of childhood, study hard, do not be in the blessed do not know blessed. Such an excellent learning environment, such a beautiful childhood life, we do not study hard, it would be too sorry for parents.
Now, look at the childhood is going to go, ushered in is full of vitality of the teenager, let us cherish the last moment of childhood, a little inattention, childhood will be far away from us, seize the last hours of childhood, leaving us the best impression of childhood it! ★ After reading "Childhood" This summer vacation, I read Gorky's autobiographical novel This summer vacation, I read Gorky's autobiographical novel "Childhood", which gave me a deep feeling . Maxim Gorky Gorky was born in a poor carpenter's family. Gorky suffered a lot under the brutal Tsarist rule: he lost his father at a young age and was abused by his grandfather. He was surrounded by selfish, greedy and hateful people. ...... Gorky's childhood was miserable, but compared to him, I am much happier. I was born in a beautiful place surrounded by mountains and water, where the care of my parents, the love of my relatives, and the innocent friendship of my companions made the notes of joy fall all around me. Playing in the bamboo forest, picking mushrooms in the mountains, catching crabs in the streams, chasing butterflies, smelling flowers, chasing grasshoppers, this is how my childhood started without any worries. I stumbled behind my cousin with a big basket to collect wheat, but the basket always bumped into my heel. Two pigtails bounced up and down happily, and white butterflies fluttered happily around me. The blue sky was cloudless, the breeze teased my lapel, and most of the ears of wheat were already in the basket. The good time of childhood is also in the joyful labor.
5. "Childhood" Chapter 6 beautiful words"Childhood" - Gorky Chapter 6
Good words:
Running
Sorrow
Stirring
Stimulating
Stimulating
① The song was stirring with sorrow, as if the river was running down from the mountains, and it was stirring in the room.
Appreciation: the author took from the feelings brought to people compared to the river running down from the mountains, vividly and imaginatively written out of the song's impassioned and raging momentum, but also borrowed the softness of the river, highlighting the hidden sadness of the song.
② I was very afraid of my grandfather, and always felt that his green eyes were staring at me all the time.
Appreciation: It vividly portrays my inner fear and nervousness, and highlights the ferocity of my grandfather.
6. childhood Chapter 6 of the good sentence a sBAnother season of rapeseed flowers in full bloom. Looking at the mountains of gold, and the field water with the native color of the soil, suddenly felt that life is so pleasant! Layers of terraces, sporadic a few ducks playing, which is the most gorgeous embellishment! The reflection of the trees in the water, gently swaying, a spinning wave, perfect to the extreme!
The sky is drizzling, hitting the body, cool feeling! The curling smoke on the roof in the distance, against the direction of the wind, fluttering ... looking at the mossy corners of the wall, and the slowly panicked cool courtyard, seems to be saying something. The dense bamboo forest behind the house is also slowly turning yellow and old ......
Sitting under a tree, listening to his heartbeat, telling the oldest story. Things are different, miss the once lively scene. Now, the only thing left is the unchanged scenery, "Things are different, want to talk about the tears first flow," remembered the sentimental Li Qingzhao. I don't know when, I have become a little sentimental. I can't say, I can't tell. Think about the previous self, the previous things, cut and cut, but also messy!
The sky cleared briefly, and now it is cloudy down, playful children shook the bamboo pole, the rain fell in the neck, cool feeling, really comfortable! The muddy path, the occasional passer-by, hurrying, in order to live.
7. request Gorky's ChildhoodGorky's "Childhood" good words and phrases, good paragraph excerpts "Childhood" is Gorky's own experience as the prototype for the creation of autobiographical novels trilogy in the first (the other two were "on earth", "My University").
Tells the story of Alyosha (Gorky's breast name) three years old to the age of ten this period of childhood, vividly reproduced the 1870s and 1880s of the former Soviet Union, the living conditions of the lower class people, written out of Gorky's understanding of suffering, unique insights into the life of the community, the words between the lines of the influx of an unending stream of fervent hope and strength. Gorky's "Childhood" classic sentences: more wonderful passages are, chapter 2, chapter 4 and chapter 13, excerpts of good sentences are as follows: 1, before she came, it was as if I was hiding in the darkness and sleeping, but as soon as she appeared, she woke me up, led me into the light, and connected everything around me with an everlasting county, weaving it into a multicolored lace, and she immediately became a lifelong friend of mine, became the most confidant, the person I know best and hold most dear - it was her unselfish love for the world that enriched me and filled me with the strength to cope with a troubled life.
2. In people's hearts, joy and sorrow are almost entwined, alternating with each other at an inscrutable, unsettling pace. 3. When I was a child, I imagined myself to be a beehive, into which all sorts of ordinary rough people, all like bees, sent the knowledge and ideas of life, and they enriched my mind as generously and abundantly as they could.
This kind of bee is often dirty and bitter, but as long as it is knowledge, it is honey. 4. The night came, a powerful, refreshing, motherly thoughtfulness such as the bosom, silence like a warm, furry hand gently caressing, brushing away all that should be forgotten in memory, - brushing away all the fine, eroding dust of the day.
Gorky's "Childhood" other good excerpts: 1, in the endless calendar of work, sadness is also a program, a fire is a tease, in the face of nothing, even the scars are embellished ......2, hate is a block of ice, melt when it meets the warmth. 3, each person is but the name of the person, and the rights of everyone is the same.
4, singing, grandmother sometimes forward, sometimes backward, sometimes flying spin, youth instantly back to her body, so that she presents a kind of flower blooming beauty. Everyone was captivated by her.
5. I was very afraid of my grandfather, and always felt that his green eyes were staring at me all the time.6. The shadow of the lamp was no longer swaying, and the moonlight was clearly imprinted on the floor, which appeared to be so bleak and peaceful.
7. When I was a child, I imagined myself to be a beehive, and all kinds of common roughnecks, all like bees, sent the knowledge of life and ideas into the beehive, and they enriched my mind as generously and as much as they could. Such bees are often dirty and bitter, but as long as it is knowledge, it is honey.
8. Gloomy autumn days, when not only can you not see the sun, nor feel its warmth, but are even capable of forgetting that it exists - it is on such autumn days that I have more than once lost my way in the woods. When you are already far from the main road, and physically and mentally exhausted can not find the path, you can only step on the muddy road, over clumps of thorns, stepping on the uneven mound, straight forward.
In this way, you can always end up on the wide road! 9, the night came, a powerful, fresh, like a mother's thoughtfulness like something such as the bosom, silence like a warm, furry hand gently caressing, brushing away the memory of everything that should be forgotten, - brushing away the day stained with all the erosion of fine dust. 10, against the current high up warm as spring tree branches shaking tugging colorful 11, the blue waters of the Volga River, orange-red ship in the upstream, while a golden blade is slowly floating downstream.
12, a few days after the burial, my grandfather said to me: "Hey, Leksei, you are not a medal, you can not always hang around my neck, this is not the place for you to stay, you go to the earth to mingle with the food ..." 13, often people have heard their song from under the window stopped to look at
15. Outside in the snow was bright and blinding. My little birds were frolicking in their cages, yellow finches, gray finches, and goldfinches singing.
16, In people's hearts, joy and sorrow are almost entwined, alternating with each other at an inscrutable, unsettling pace. 17, "Wake up, all men have to die at one time, what's the big deal, isn't the birdie going to die too?" 18, just like that, I made a decision.
In the fall of that year, inspirational poetry, () I was going to Kazan, with the fervent hope that perhaps I would be able to study at the university there.19, Tzigane went to the middle of the kitchen with his face flushed red, and throbbed like a flame: both hands raised high, his feet were so fast that it was hard to tell, his shirt shook and shook, and he shone brilliantly as if he were on fire.
He danced as if he could dance all over the city by opening the door and letting him out! In the long years of emptiness and boredom, fighting is a festival, fire can be happy to relieve boredom; in the dull expressionless face, the scars can also add color. 20, the autumn rain, the autumn wind whistling, the tree branches swaying, outside and cold and wet, inside is warm as spring, we sit close to each other, the atmosphere is harmonious.
Everyone was infected by him and trembled after him.21 Before she came, it was as if I was hiding in the darkness and sleeping, but as soon as she appeared, she woke me up, led me into the light, connected everything around me with a constant county, and wove it into a multicolored lace, and she immediately became my lifelong friend, the most confidant, the most knowledgeable, and the most precious person to me! --It is her selfless love for the world that enriches me and fills me with the strength to cope with the hardships of life.
22. On the blue waters of the Volga, the orange-red ship was swimming upstream, while a golden blade slowly drifted downstream. 23. Since then I have watched people with uneasiness, as if the outer skin of my heart had been torn off, and so the heart has become insufferably sensitive to all humiliations and sufferings, whether my own, or those of others.
24, the tune was melancholy in its excitement, as if it were a river running down from the mountains, stirring in the room. 25, the sunlight came in diagonally, shining on the table, the two long-necked bottles of Gewürztraminer and vodka, glowing with a dark green light.
26. Wide and straight avenue your wide yield my be God endowed with axe and iron.
8. Childhood Chapters 5 to 6 Good Words◆ Since then I have watched people with uneasiness, as if the outer skin of my heart had been torn off, and so the heart has become insufferably sensitive to all humiliation and pain, whether my own or that of others.
◆ Each person has but a name, and the right is the same for all. ◆Officials are like naughty children, who come up and destroy all laws.
◆ In the endless working day, sorrow is also a program, the fire is a tease, in the face of nothing, even the scars are embellishments ...... ◆ Resentment is a block of ice, and when it meets warmth, it melts. ◆ Her series of "later", I seem to think it is a ladder, it left her deep down to what extends down there, all the way to the dark place, to the lonely place.
9. Childhood Chapter 6 and 7 good words and feelingsChapter 6 is written about the atrocities of great-uncle Mikhail in order to compete for the family property, leading the hooligans to shock and attack the grandfather's house. It y exposes the evil behavior of this rebellious son.
In this father and son short "battle", "I" acted as a scout in the line of fire role, write a colorful, quite wonderful, you can launch a title "I watched the enemy on the street "
This time, I was able to get a good deal out of it.
This "battle" in the kind grandmother due to "persuade" by the rebellious son of the brick smashed hand, resulting in a fracture.
Chapter 7 can be divided into two parts. Grandmother's God is compassionate, blesses mankind, dominates everything, and has insight into all things. Grandfather's God is domineering, powerful, harsh and cruel, and feared by all. This contrast is shown through vivid literary descriptions, without the slightest conceptualization of didacticism, and is wonderfully written and intriguing. The next part is mainly about the agonizing feelings after what I saw and heard on the street, and by the way, it also revisits the agony of staying at home. It is in this family and social environment that "I" lived and grew up. The first part of the book is about "my" spiritual support and ideological environment, while the second part is about "my" daily life at home and outside the home and social environment. Both are objective factors that have obviously influenced the formation of my worldview and outlook on life. This is obviously the main reason for the synthesis of the upper and lower two chapters.