Serves as a “boy” at a store of “fashionable shoes.” The master seems blind. Makes faces, but the owner notices it. My hands are scratching. The owner said that “rags – it’s worse than begging, worse than stealing.” It is understood that he also stole. The store also sold a brother, Sasha Yakovlev, a clerk. “When the customer entered, the owner took his hand out of his pocket, touched his mustache and stuck his sweet smile on his face… The clerk was stretching out, putting his elbows close to his sides, and his hands were respectfully hanging in the air, Sasha blinked timidly, trying to hide his bulging eyes, and I stood at the door, scratching my hands unnoticed, and watched the sale ceremony. ” The clerk clung to the customers. Alyosha found it funny to look at his tricks. In the morning he was awakened an hour earlier than Sasha. He cleaned the shoes, the dress of the owners, the clerk, Sasha, put the samovar, wore firewood. The store swept the floor, distributed goods to customers, went home for dinner. At that time Sasha stood on the door, it humiliated him. “I, of course, knew that people generally speak ill of each other by the eyes, but they spoke of all especially outrageously, as if they were somebody called for the best people and appointed to judge the world.” Many envious, they are not praised and knew about every person something bad. ” The case with the actress. After that, he poured the master into the vinegar hours. The clock was sweating. “Is not that thin?” as if they were somebody called for the best people and appointed to judge the world. To many envious people, they did not praise anybody and knew something bad about every man. “The case with the actress, after which he poured the master into the vinegar hours.” The clock sweated. “Is not that thin?” as if they were somebody called for the best people and appointed to judge the world. To many envious people, they did not praise anybody and knew something bad about every man. “The case with the actress, after which he poured the master into the vinegar hours.” The clock sweated. “Is not that thin?”
One day a church watchman approached him and asked him to steal galoshes for him. You can not steal. But he was different from the people around him. Agreed. The watchman said that he would take them and tell the owner. “How can you for no reason – on, take?! … Is it possible for a person to believe?” Sasha stole with the clerk.
Cook. Sasha did not like her. He suggested that Alyosha should smear her face with a vaccine. It is difficult to understand whether she is good or evil. Sometimes I came to him at night. She was afraid, she asked me to tell her something. The cook died on their eyes: she bent down to pick up the samovar, then collapsed, and blood flowed from her mouth. It was terrible to sleep.
Sasha locked something in the trunk. Trusted. It turned out that it was: a spectacle frame, multicolored buttons, copper pins, horseshoes, buckles, a copper door handle, a broken knuckle of a cane, a head comb, a “Dream and oracle,” etc., expected to see toys. Alyosha never saw them.
Sasha promised Alyosha something amazing. It was a small cave. It’s like a chapel. Strangled the sparrow, this is the deceased. And he did the coffin. Alyosha did not like it. The boys fought. Sasha promised to enchant. Decided to flee the city.
Sasha smeared it with soot. Ozhegsya and got to the hospital. Acquainted with the soldier. Grandmother came. The houses are even worse. Grandfather’s 100 rubles were stolen.
My grandfather went bankrupt. The godson deceived. Grandmother tried to save her sins and carried quiet charity. His brother did not recognize him. Vyakhir strangled the windmill, Yazya’s legs were cut off, Khabi went into the city. On their street new ones settled: boy Nyushka, two sisters. In the elder Kostroma and Churka fell in love. Lame, but beautiful. We soon met. She dropped her crutch, and Alyosha tried to give a crutch with his bandaged hands. Did not like. How could comrades fall in love with her?
Soon he was eager to see the girl more often. “She was as clean as a bird, like a bird, and she talked beautifully about how the Cossacks live on the Don.” Kostroma and Churka in every possible way tried to outdo each other, they even fought. All because of Lyudmila. Said about this girl. She was offended by this. She is not slutty. And her friends touched and plucked it.
She felt sorry for her. I bought her candy. We read “Kamchadalka” together. I did not like this book. And she still had a few parts. He came to the girl, helped her cook, clean. “We live with you like a husband and wife, only we sleep separately.” We even live better – husbands do not help wives… “
Grandmother encouraged their friendship, only not to spoil. Lyudmila’s father went around clinging to women. A terrible story about the hunter Kalinin, as if from a coffin rises. The son of the shopkeeper Valek. He proposed to spend the night on a grave of a hunter for a twenty-hryvnia and cigarettes. Churka volunteered, but then got scared. Then Alyosha, it was a shame to listen to his mockery. Grandmother supported. Fearfully. Busts of brick fell nearby – Valek intimidated. But the closeness of people has become better. I thought about my mother, she rarely punished fairly and according to her merits. My grandmother woke up. Said that you can admit that it’s scary. “You have to experience everything yourself… You will not learn yourself – no one will teach…” So Kalinin does not get up. Lyudmila looked with affectionate surprise, Grandfather was pleased, and Churka: “He is easy, his grandmother is a witch!”
Brother Kolya died. Yazev’s father dug a grave cheap. Dug up the grave of the mother. “Looking into the yellow pit, where the heavy smell came from, I saw her black, wet boards in the side.” I purposely moved so that the sand hid these boards. ” It was very bad.
The grandfather gathered in the woods for firewood, took Alyosha and her grandmother with herbs. I ran away from my grandfather. With the grandmother is good. Fell into the pit, ripped off his side. Grandmother bandaged her wounds, applied herbs. It is good that the owner was not. Often my grandmother then went to the forest. Grandma was selling what she had collected. The forest caused a sense of peace for the boy. Once a wolf approached her. Grandma drove him away. The boy thought it was a dog, he wanted to call. Once a hunter got into it. Alyosha patiently treated the pain.
Once my grandfather said that Alyosha should go to the city. He attached it to Matrena, he will be a draftsman.
I said goodbye to Lyudmila. She said that she would soon be taken to the city too, the father wants her leg cut off completely. She was afraid.
It was autumn. Alyosha wanted to take his grandmother, Lyudmila and go with them around the world.
I knew my host. They came to visit. “… the older one, hooked, with long hair, is pleasant and, it seems, kind, younger, Victor, remained with the same horse face and in the same freckles. Their mother – my grandmother’s sister – is very angry and screaming. “. The owner’s wife kept reminding her that she gave his mother a talmu. It soon got bored. Said: “I gave it, so do not brag.” “I also did not like that these people are relatives of my grandmother, and according to my observations, relatives treat each other worse than strangers: they know worse about each other than bad people and they are more gossipy, more often quarreling and fighting.” My mother-in-law and daughter-in-law swore every day. They drank and ate a lot. I slept in the kitchen so that my head was hot and my feet cold. “It was clear to me that the owners also consider themselves to be the best in the city, they know the most exact rules and, relying on these rules, unclear to me, judge all people mercilessly and mercilessly. This court caused me fierce anguish and vexation against the laws of the owners, violating the laws – it was a source of pleasure for me. “There are a lot of jobs: the closest authorities are grandmother, she prayed violently, she has one god with her grandfather. , and so they scolded.
The young mistress kept on harassing the thalm. “What is it for me to remove the skin for myself from you for this talmu?” the women cried out. The owner promised to send him to his grandfather, you’ll be again a rag. It’s a shame, he said that they took him as a student and they do not teach. Began to teach. On a sheet of paper the facade of a two-story house with many windows and stucco molding. It turned out badly. I painted people, birds, vertical stripes. the second copy came out better. But I decided to draw people in the windows, a cabman. So much more fun. Yet I drew it as it should. He suggested drawing a plan for the apartment. The old woman did not like it: “To work as a stranger, and a brother of one, his own blood – away?” I had to leave it for now. The old woman prevented her from studying drafting. Madly loved her younger son. He sent her to the devil. She did not always take offense. I thought that it would be great, if his grandfather had married her, she would have gnawed him. There was rudeness and debauchery all around. The old woman knew about everything and told everyone it was dirty. Even the owner was embarrassed. They said it all wrong, distorted the words, which irritated Alyosha. Life was bad, but it was very bad when my grandmother came. She had no money, she hoped that Alyosha’s work would be paid. My sister was rude to her. My grandmother liked the master. She asked the boy to wait two years until he got stronger.
We were not allowed to walk, but had to go to church on Saturdays and on holidays. He liked to be in the churches. But sometimes I skipped. I liked to walk the streets. He liked to look in the windowpanes and think who lives what. He sometimes lingered. The owners interrogated where he was. They all knew. It was easy to catch on lies. If you gave money, then you missed them. Once I lost a dime, I had to sneak a prosphore. Afraid of confession. Especially because he broke his gate with stones. I admit that I prosecuted prosphort, I did not listen to the elders. Forbidden books did not read, and the rest did not interest. It was not only not scary, but also not interesting. I was just curious about forbidden books. I could not take communion. I lost it. He was afraid that they would ask, but he managed. A miracle-working icon was brought to Easter. He loved the Mother of God. And instead of hand kissed on the lips. Afraid of punishment. He decorated the rafters. Everyone liked this. The owner gave a nickle. Strengthened and hung in a prominent place as a medal for the work. A day later disappeared. Probably, the old woman stole.
I ran away in the spring. My grandmother did not go ashamed. They advised us to get a job as a cook. I had to follow my grandmother. He did not like the cook, but he fed him well. Behind a boat in tow is a barge with prisoners. I was very interested. I remembered how in my childhood I sailed to Nizhny.
On the boat Smuriy, his assistant Yakov Ivanovich, kitchen cook Maxim, waiter Sergey. Yakov spoke only about women and is always dirty. Smury forced Alyosha to read him aloud. The books are bad. Quarreled often, but Smurogo did not touch. Very strong. Their reader tastes did not converge at all. I liked the cook “Taras Bulba”. Even cried. Sometimes he would take it from his job to read it to him. Maxim had to work for him. He was angry and beat the dishes.
On the ship sat 2 drunk. At night Sergey came and dragged him to marry. He was drunk. Maxim, too, ran upstairs, dragged the two of us together. But Smoury stood there. Near Jacob, from whose hands the girl was beaten out. Alyosha was released. “You will be lost in the pig herd, I’m sorry for you, kitten. And I’m sorry for everyone.” We stopped at a drunken boron. The peasants pestered the women. Alyosha helped Bliakhin wash the deck.
Maxim left the ship. Behind the woman and the girl. Sergei knelt before the captain and accused Maxim of everything. Believed. Instead of Maxim took a soldier. He was sent to cut the chickens, but he dismissed them, some overboard. I cried. They laughed at him. We attached a spoon to it. Alyosha could not stand it, he told me. A soldier slightly Lesha did not break. Stout stood up. Alyosha the soldier was not sorry. “I was deeply agitated, all crumpled by the behavior of passengers, feeling something unspeakably offensive and overwhelming in the way they poisoned the soldier, how they laughed happily… How could they like all this nasty, pitiful thing that made them laugh so joyously?” one day something snapped in the car. Everyone panicked. I immediately realized that people made alarm by mistake. There were three worries over the summer. Once caught thieves. Beat half to death, the sailors took away. “And there was a lot, that, fervently disturbing, did not allow to understand people – are they evil or good? Merciful or mischievous? And why is it so cruelly, greedily angry, so shamefully quiet? “
I decided to give Smuro a book, but he did not like it, crumpled it and threw it overboard. This offended him. I bought the book again. I read it again and this time I was convinced that the book is really bad. He became even more respectful of Smury.
He could not give dishes to the waiter from his desk. But Sergei took her brazenly. The barmaid was reported and in Nizhny Novgorod it was calculated. Smury farewell gave a beaded pouch. “How many later I met similar, kind, lonely, broken people from life! ..”
Grandfather and grandfather again moved to the city. My grandfather scoffed. The boy already smoked. They even gave him a pouch. This angered my grandfather. Alyosha pushed him into the stomach. I felt ashamed of myself. My grandmother seemed to be tearing at him. It does not hurt. It’s just insulting. Especially for my grandfather. The old man could not find a place: everything moved. He hardly told my grandmother why they calculated: “You are still young, you do not know how to live…”
It was engaged in catching songbirds, it turned out to be a profitable industry. He got up at dawn. He loved sunrise and sun. My grandfather said that you need to get out into people, and you can not earn much by birdlife. He was friends with the Cossacks and soldiers. Once they laughed at him. Cossacks seemed different. Once I saw a Cossack with a woman. The Cossack was drunk. And the woman looked at him gently, like a mother. They left the tavern. The boy followed. The Cossack beat and raped a woman. “Poisoned, I walk along the slope, clutching a stone in my hand – I did not have time to throw it into the Cossack.” He got a night watchman. He told him about the incident. But the watchman laughed and called the woman “bitch”. In horror thought that this could happen to his mother, grandmother.
When the snow fell, again to my grandmother’s sister. “It seemed to me that over the summer I lived terribly much, grew old and wiser, and the owners at this time, boredom became thicker.” I told them about the ship. They teased us for “own speaking”.
In addition to other work, I went to rinse clothes. The washerwomen were interesting there, even though they laughed at him. About Yarilo. Particularly good stories were told by the laundress Natalia Kozlovskaya. She sent her daughter to the gymnasium. She was praised. She was inventive, but she was not imitated. They also talked about peasants, but mockingly, without boasting.
Wishing to be alone, he went about chopping wood. Battalions came to him, Yermohin and Sidorov. He wrote letters to their beloved on their behalf. Sidorov dictates a letter to his sister, so that she is careful, does not trust anyone, she does not allow herself to be touched. He treated women like all “dog-like rude”. They said that they do not deceive women, they themselves want to be deceived. They told him a story about the cutter’s wife, who loved books. They said that she does not have one rib and she leans on her side when she walks. They considered it crazy. The officers decided to joke, wrote letters with confessions of love. She answered, asked to leave alone, regretted that she had caused sorrow. They then read the note together, laugh and collectively compile the following. I decided to tell her everything. She gave him the money. But he left her. She was beautiful. I wanted to see her again. He came for a book, her cheek was tied up, her eyes swollen. The hosts wrote out magazines, but almost did not read them. When Alyosha was washing the floor, the water flowed under them. I read at night. The hosts suspected. He hid the book from Sidorov. The old woman spoke ill of the cutter, considered it dissolute and did not understand why she did not go to the bazaar. A few days later they demanded a book. I told her about how they talk about her. She promised to give books if he was allowed to read them. He liked him. She promised to give books if he was allowed to read them. He liked him. She promised to give books if he was allowed to read them. He liked him.
I began to borrow books from a shopkeeper. He was friends with Victor. Alyosha was not satisfied with these books. I read in a barn where I stoked wood. He was carefully watched, the candle was measured. The old woman even found the book and tore it to shreds. Grieved, but the desire to read did not diminish. The storekeeper spent a huge amount of 47 kopecks. He was cleaning his clothes and was thinking of not taking them out of his pocket. It was ashamed, because one day, cleaning his clothes, he found a twenty-crooner and remembered only a few days later. Returned. “This one will not steal, I know.” The owner noticed that Alyosha was sad and asked. The boy confessed and the owner gave him fifty kopecks, only to not tell anyone. I read the “Moscow leaf” for them. The owners of the memory is bad. He likes poetry, and women think it is self-indulgence. He was already allowed to read at night, but did not give candles. ” These illustrations pushed the earth wider and wider for me, decorating it with fairy-tale cities, showing me the high mountains, the beautiful shores of the seas. The life grew wonderfully, the land became more attractive, more rich in people, more abundant in cities and in every possible way more diverse. “I was forbidden to read in the great post.” Reading, I felt healthier, stronger, worked quickly and deftly, I had a goal:... the sooner I finish, the more there will be time for reading. Deprived of books, I became sluggish, lazy, I began to be overcome by a painful forgetfulness, which I had never known before. ” stronger, worked quickly and dexterously, I had a goal: the sooner I finish, the more time will be left for reading. Deprived of books, I became sluggish, lazy, I began to be overcome by a painful forgetfulness, which I had never known before. ” stronger, worked quickly and dexterously, I had a goal: the sooner I finish, the more time will be left for reading. Deprived of books, I became sluggish, lazy, I began to be overcome by a painful forgetfulness, which I had never known before. “
One evening a bell struck. The king was killed. For what? I put the samovar. The eldest child stole the tap and began to play them. Is the samovar ready? “Ready.” The old woman was beating him with a bundle of pine ray. Not very painful, but there are many splinters. The back swelled. The doctor refused to complain. 42 chips are pulled out. At home they met well, they asked to tell in detail how they treated him. “I was surprised at this their intense interest in diseases, pain and all the unpleasant!”.
I read a lot. But the books were different. If someone is cruel, it is understandable why he is cruel. In life, people were inexplicably cruel. Again I took books from the cutter. I liked the novel of Goncourt, then the “true story of a small ragamuffin” Greenwood. Then came the real “right” book “Eugene Grande”. In these books there were no villains, good fellows, there were just people. I liked Walter Scott. With the cutter, the tastes did not converge. He did not like books about love.
About this woman was talking worse. She did not leave. He was sorry for her. In the spring I left. I was sad, I wanted to see it again.
In the same house a young lady with her daughter and mother settled. The lady is very beautiful. Compared with Diana Poitier, Queen Margot, La Vallière and other beauties – heroines of historical novels. It was constantly surrounded by officers. My daughter was also beautiful. Played with her and fell in love. I said “until tomorrow.” I loved the word “tomorrow.” Once the lady found him with a sleeping girl in her arms. Have selected. The girl did not fall asleep. He was summoned to put her to bed. The lady wanted to give him something, but the boy refused. I gave books to read. Fable about Freedom and the Stick. The rest is not so interesting. Pushkin gave “Ruslan and Lyudmila.” I liked it very much, copying it into a notebook. I told him about Pushkin. Then Beranger, he was mischievous. He became the owner of the “boy on the premises.”
Dame was called Queen Margo. An officer playing the violin came to her. “Only a song needs beauty, Beauty does not need a song…”. I wanted to find a treasure and give it to a lady. She was a widow of a nobleman, afraid. Victor watched as the officer cut her nails. “If this is not good, then why did you look at the window? You are not small…” Alyosha was cursed. “Observations for the vices of people are the only fun that can be used for free.” My masters were just amusing themselves, verbally running around their neighbors, and as though they were taking revenge on everyone for living so piously hard and boring. ” I could not stand being gossiped about Queen Margot. She was not shy of the boy, often dressed with him. The relationship between a man and a woman was dirty around. “I was sure that the love of kitchens and closets is unknown to Queen Margo, she knows some other, higher joy, a different love. “Once she found a man with her,” I felt like I had lost something and lived a few days in deep sorrow. “He told me what they were saying about her. She said that if a person he knows how to live, everyone enrages him, envies him, said that he should read Russian books, read Aksakov’s Family Chronicle, the poem “In the Woods,” “Notes of the Hunter,” Sologub, Odoyevsky, Tyutchev, and others. “These books were washed for me soul, cleansing it from the husks of impressions of a pauper and bitter reality… From these books in my heart I got calm I am certain: I am not alone on earth and will not be lost! ” She said that if a person knows how to live, everyone is angry with him, he is jealous. She said that you need to read Russian books. I read Aksakov’s Family Chronicle, the poem “In the Woods,” “Notes of the Hunter,” Sologub, Odoyevsky, Tiutchev, and others. “These books washed my soul, clearing it of the husks of impressions of pauper and bitter reality… From these books in the shower there was a calm confidence: I’m not alone on the ground and will not be lost! ” She said that if a person knows how to live, everyone is angry with him, he is jealous. She said that you need to read Russian books. I read Aksakov’s Family Chronicle, the poem “In the Woods,” “Notes of the Hunter,” Sologub, Odoyevsky, Tiutchev, and others. “These books washed my soul, clearing it of the husks of impressions of pauper and bitter reality… From these books in the shower there was a calm confidence: I’m not alone on the ground and will not be lost! “
Alyosha suddenly swelled his eyelids and closed his eyes. They were afraid that they would become blind. The eyelids cut through from the inside. Finally, the bandage was taken off. “Nothing can be more terrible than losing sight, this is an unspeakable insult, it takes away nine-tenths of the world from a person.” Yermokhin struck Sidorov. They thought that he had killed. The washerwoman Natalya figured it out. I found Sidorov’s purse. It was empty, before there was a ruble thirty. They accused him of stealing. This was learned by Natalia. This Ermohin stole.
It was a shame. I decided to leave, I did not say good-bye to the lady. He asked the girl to give her words of gratitude.
He worked as a cook on the steamship “Perm”. Gets 7 rubles. Should help cooks. The most interesting on the boat is the fireman Yakov Shumov. Liked to tell where he was. It seems that he was lying. “In him was, as I thought, some kind of his own strong knowledge of life: he told everyone” you “, looked at everyone… equally straight… There is something alien in him – as it was in the Good Deed, he, apparently, himself is confident in his own peculiarity, in the fact that people can not understand him. ” Everyone considered him lazy, but he did a very difficult job.
The case of an old woman-passenger. She was robbed. All collected money, it turned out more. Jacob offered to give them to him, so that he could play something. He taught Alyosha to play, he lost, but he did not take all the won, he took only for his studies. The passenger drowned.
With the cook, Bear cub did not get along very well. The cook said that he would have flogged him. But I fed well. Jacob was ridiculed, scolded, but when Alyosha asked if he was a good man, they said that he was telling me how the merchant laughed at his German mistress. Yakov told a lot and always told calmly, in the books Alyosha always felt the writer’s feelings. Passengers and sailors talked about the soul, the earth, work, bread, women. A barmaid was very affectionate towards Alyosha. Brought her a wash. He often told Yakov what he read. Soon he left the ship. “And – what kind of person is Yakov Shumov?”
Later in the autumn, he was sent to the icon painting workshop. The hostess said that he worked in the shop during the day, and studied in the evenings. I taught the saints, their prices are the same. It was difficult to call customers. Often came the Old Believers. The clerk said that the buyer does not care where to buy, the main thing is how much it costs. However, buyers often amazed the boy with the knowledge of icon painting. Sometimes icons, books and utensils of the Doniconian times were brought. His name was Peter Petrovitch’s apprentice. He evaluated. There were a number of symbols. The seller was often deceived. Sometimes the calculator immediately bought from the clerk.
Pyotr Vasilyevich: “A strong, wiry old man knows everything – the whole life of the city, all the secrets of merchants, bureaucrats, priests, petty bourgeoises.” As if he were a bird of prey, something wolf and fox mixed in him… “. it seems like Shumov. And the clerk, and Alyosha often desire to anger, offend the old man. But the old man sometimes gets attached to him. He did it not from evil, but from boredom.
“The whole guest yard, all its population, merchants and shop assistants, lived a strange life, full of silly childish, but always evil fun.” If a visiting peasant asked how to get closer to this or that place of the city, he was always told the wrong direction. catching a couple of rats, tied them with their tails, let them on the road and admired the way they rushed in different directions… “There was a desire to constantly make a person hurt, awkwardly. The steward of the wool merchant, surprised by gluttony. “It is very clear to me that boredom crushes them, kills, and only by an unsuccessful struggle against its all-consuming power I can explain to myself the cruel and stupid fun of people.” This was told to Peter Vasilievich. People did not regret, but spoke of God with a warm feeling.
Still nachechiki: Pahomiy and Lukian. 103 article. About the Old Believers: “I realized that this is just persistence – the passivity of people who have nowhere to go from where they stand, and they do not want to go anywhere, for they are stiffly bound by the fads of old words, obsolete concepts, they are dumbfounded in these words and concepts “. I compared their faith with worn clothing.
Pachomius liked to show off his memory, read “from his finger”. With Peter Vasilievich often argued on biblical themes. They once fought.
Nietovshchina is a heretic, from Luther. This is the negation of everything except the Bible. Alexander Vasilievich came to them: “I am going straight, I do not wag the soul, I do not accept the dark world…”. “This man flushed before me, like a fire in the night, brightly burned and died, making me feel some truth in his denial of life.”
Icon-painting workshop. Singing songs that did not stop working. Icon painting does not entice anyone: the whole work was fragmented into a series of actions. It is unpleasant to see icons without face and hands. Cossack Kapendyukhin got drunk. Everyone obeyed Larionovich. Disciple Pashka Odintsov. Kapendyukhin sang rarely, but the power of his violent songs was victorious. The best face of the workshop is Zhikharev. He asked to sing church, it did not work. Dirty and drunk old man Gogol. The consumptive David. Sitanov young, 22. When Zhikharev finished the icon, he went “to the bathhouse.” He had a woman, big, like a horse, rough. They dance badly. Sitanova, a walking girl, infected, but did not drive out, did not beat, gave money. Kapendyukhin danced like a Gipsy. Sitanov does not believe in God at all. He also kept a notebook, wrote both good poetry and bawdry.
All these people saw and knew less than him. I read aloud almost every evening. “The Demon” by Lermontov. After reading Larionych hid himself in his trunk, he said that it was forbidden. I was friends with Pashka. They did not like Gogolev, they tormented him in every possible way. He should have married the niece of the mistress. “We both… all the masters seemed good people, and life – was bad, unworthy of them, unbearably boring.” Even the books did not help. Together with Odintsov arranged performances. “Fun at us never lives, is not appreciated in itself, and it is deliberately lifted from under a chair…”.
Sitanov saved the man, whom for fun they beat three firefighters. Fighting. Kapendyukhin could not prevail. Iron in gloves. Sitanov did not let him fight. Went in his place. Draw. Took skill.
“Reasoning a lot and willingly, always someone was tried, repented, bragged… Tried to guess what would happen to them after death, and at the threshold of the workshop… rotten floorboard… from this frozen feet.” Nobody did it. The window was screeched, Alyosha smeared with oil, they said that it became more boring.
On the day of the name-day the workshop gave him the image of Alex. All praised. The clerk did not like him. It was necessary to clear the snow. The clerk brought out, threw snow in his face. Previously, he threw money on the floor, trying to catch on stealing, forbade reading books in the shop, chaffing the neighbor’s clerk. He asked for an icon, a Psalter. Then I reported to the owner. The bride of the clerk also did not like. Flirted, shameless, intrusive. Spoiled with Paul, Alyosha peppered. Pyotr Vasilyevich reported all his thoughts to the clerk. He said that he and Sitanov wrote speeches in a notebook, began to pester.
Met with his grandfather, he pushed him away. I did not see my grandmother very often. He took care of Sasha Mikhailov and his sister Katerina. To Alyosha’s patience is adapted poorly. Pavel fell in love with the girl. He told me about it.
I wanted to escape to Persia. I met former owner Vasily. He called to himself.
The shops flooded. Every year new ones were built at the same place. The owner told me about the first love. “I heard a lot of such stories, they bothered me, although they had a pleasant trait – almost all people spoke about their first” love “without boasting, not dirty, and often so gently and sadly that I understood: it was the best in the life of the narrator. “
At home there are books in the apartment where Margot lived, now a family with 5 young ladies and 2 gymnasium students. I liked Dickens, Scott, did not like “Dead Souls”, etc. All fell in love with the young lady Ptitsyn. Alyosha, too, but once decided to take a ride, inadvertently turned the board.
The owner was helped by his stepfather. He was sick. In the house above him, too, mocked, discussed it. Sometimes he gave the owner wise advice, he accepted. And the master’s mother was angry. Alyosha spoke with his stepfather about books. He simply did not believe in God. Lying in the hospital, Alyosha came to see him. Near the girl. Crying. I could not go to the cemetery, the girl did not see anymore.
At the fair I met the carpenter Osip, the roofer Efimushka, the plasterer Gregory Shishilin, the mason Peter. He already knew them, they used to come on Sundays, they sorted out the bills. They tried to deceive each other, only Grigory was honest, he did not like quarreling. Obligations to look after them embarrassed the boy. Osip seemed to understand this. I taught him who he was. He did not say to himself: “Look for the mind where I’m hidden.”
Money was given little, Alyosha lived half-starving. He was fed by workers. Often stayed overnight on the spot. Talk about how you can earn money with a word. Efimushka spoke only about women, with Gregory it’s good to talk about God. I read the “Carpentry Artel” for everyone. Everyone fell asleep. But Peter, Osip and Thomas began to discuss the story. Osip’s thoughts coincided with the thoughts of the cabman Peter, unpleasant. Osip spent the whole night arguing.
Osip “widely expanded and closed all of me from me… reminding all people who were firmly entrenched in my memory, he left in it his deep pattern, gorged on it, as if it were being poisoned with bells.” Grigory broke off, saw him drunk in a sledge, next to a lady with cherries on a hat. Why is Gregory the master, and Thomas the worker? This question was answered: “All the work will not be done forever.” He managed to get others to work, he himself worked reluctantly. I was going to be a monk, and then I could marry successfully. But I went to the tavern sexually. Comrades scoffed at him, then he was arrested for attempted burglary. The history of Ardalyon. Why is not he the master, and Peter? Disappeared suddenly. Found at the Tatar. Then Ardahlon moved to Millionnaya Street, to the poor, they called him Right. Often visited him. Osip was angry with him for this, promised the owner to report. Once I saw Natalia. She drank and walked. Daughter left for a rich friend in the teacher. Ardalyon and his friend beat Natalya.
Sometimes Odintsov met him. News: Zhikharev all with his cow, Sitanov drinks, Gogoleva was eaten by wolves. Now “I felt that the workshop… is far from me.” It was a bit sad. “
In the winter, work at the fair is not enough, he performed many duties in the house, tried to write poetry. The owner has changed: sad some. I went to the tavern to listen to the singing Kleshchov. A man is cheesy, but he sang well, with a soul. The innkeeper was still trying to prove that he would be better able to sing, it did not work out. I made friends with the Octagonist Mitropolsky. The Octavist was almost always drunk, sober is not talkative. I learned from him about Pamwa Byrund, Anisya. Once they found a dead man. Alyosha went after the police, and the octavist drank vodka of the dead at that time. He was later arrested, deported to the stage, and Kleschov married favorably. The owner went with Alyosha to the tavern to listen to the saddler. The owner “hastily wept.” I told you about my love. She earned money to go to her husband to Siberia.
Part of XX
Three years was a “foreman”. He worked hard, did not keep track of everyone, and they stole. Explained to the owner, he offered to pretend. The owner of the apartment is crammed full of furniture and good, it was cramped and uncomfortable. “Life in general seemed to me incoherent, ridiculous, it was too much obviously stupid.” Every year they built shops and every year they flooded again. He told Osip. He told him about the Volga. He told the owner of his thoughts so that he would educate them correctly. “All people are strangers to each other, despite affectionate words and smiles, and on the ground all – strangers, it seems that no one is associated with her a strong sense of love.” The exception is Grandma and Queen Margot. At the age of 15 I felt like an elderly man.
The enemy is a janitor, he took a drunken girl from him. To not meet, rose earlier. Before his very eyes he killed a cat specially. We had a fight. “Here you remember it and, shuddering in agonizing disgust, you wonder how I did not go crazy, did not kill anyone?” I could not understand this attitude towards a woman. He met Yakov, as if he would let the prisoners go for walks at night. “It was sad with him, and it was a pity for him… I did not forget the merry Gypsy.” “Does he remember how they crushed Gypsy with a cross?”
“I must do something with myself.” And then I’ll go to the loss… “I decided to enter the university.