Tashkent – the city of bread
Main characters: Mishka Dodonov – a boy of 12 years, his family – his mother and two brothers (Fedka 4 years old and Yashka 8 years old), all other relatives of the boy died of hunger, Seryozhka Karpukhin – his friend 11 years old), the man Prokhor, Trofim (the boy who dug in the trash), the train driver.
Mishka heard from the peasants in the village that in Tashkent cheap bread, but it’s very difficult to get to the city: there are 2 thousand versts and back. And you need to pay for the ticket and for the pass. Mishka persuades Seryozhka to go with him, only Seryozhka is scared. Tashkent seemed like a fabulous city to Mishka. Mother did not want to leave her son, but she agreed. Mishka took with him
In the morning the train was delivered, everyone began to climb on him, to push. The boys barely made it to him (the soldier noticed, but Mishka deceived him: he said that the peasant had climbed there). Seryozha found a nut, Mishka told him to throw out (envies), boys play the nut by lot, Mishka wins. At the station everywhere there is dirt, stink, lice, there is nowhere to sit, everyone drives, a lousy muzhik lies on the road and dies, next to him there is a piece of dirty bread. Mishka stole it, the little prince throws pieces of bread on the ground, the boys fight and catch him. Mishka is still thinking about the grain, which he will bring from Tashkent and plant houses. 2 peeled the crock of bread to Sergei, 3 left himself and thinks how much he owes Seryozha. Sergei started diarrhea, he constantly
In the evening, Mishka found a bone with fish and ate it. He learned from the peasants that in Tashkent bread rises in price, but in Samarkan it is still cheap. In the morning, when he woke up, he saw that his bag with all the “good” was stolen. In the hospital he was told that Seryozha had died, Mishka was crying: sorry for her friend. We fed Mishka in the ortchet and put him on the train. Men want to throw him out of the car, and the boy pretends to be asleep. At station Mishka wanted to go to the toilet, but he was afraid to leave: and suddenly they would not let you go back. He deceived the men in the car (the story of his uncle in Tashkent). Then they collected money, because the driver would not go that way. Mishka threw a piece of paper, but in the dark no one noticed. Muzik Prokhor all asked Mishka, so that his uncle helped sell all the Kirghiz. Mishka also went to sell, barely managed to catch on to the last car. At the bus stop, everyone is not allowed back. Mishka saw the boy Trofim, who digs in the garbage, and joined him. The boys saw a dog that had stolen bread, caught up with it and took the bread. Mishka and Trofim made friends and went together. They go on the roof of the train, others also go here. One woman died, it was cold and hungry, the boys warmed each other. Mishka sold the jacket for 2000, they eat bread. The boys want to climb again on the roof, but they are not allowed, and all went on foot. The soldier encourages them with stories about Tashkent, but forces leave everyone.
But here the train appeared, Trofim manages to jump, and Mishka does not. He went alone, not knowing where. The stubborn power of living strengthens his feet. Mishka came to the station, asked the driver for the car. They took it, watered it with boiling water, gave bread (not bread warmed him with joy, but kind caress, a good smile on the face of the machinist). They dropped him off at the station, told him that they were going to repair, and then they would take Mishka away. A boy buys bread for the last 1,000, starts talking to everyone, asks for alms for entertainment (they gave a stub with a worm and watermelon peels). Mishka sat down again to the machinist, fed him, Mishka could not express the words of gratitude, his eyes shine, he looked lovingly at the machinist and gave him his knife. The boy arrived in Tashkent. At first he ate rotten fruit, he could not find work. And then he worked in the gardens, he ground the wheat, brought home grain and bread. His brothers died, his mother was lying sick on the bed. “Okay, there’s nothing to grieve now, I’ll re-start.”