“Vanka” by Chekhov in brief
“Vanka Zhukov, a nine-year-old boy, given three months ago to study with the shoemaker Alyakhin, did not go to bed on Christmas Eve.” He wrote a letter to his grandfather Konstantin Makarych. Vanya is an orphan. He thinks about his grandfather, a 65-year-old “skinny and brisk old man with a cheerful face and always drunk eyes,” who serves as a watchman for the Zhikharevs. Happy grandfather sleeps or jokes with cooks, and at night knocks on his beater. Grandfather has two dogs Kashtanka and Vyun.
Vanka writes in a simple childish language how hard he is to a shoemaker, and asks his grandfather to take him away. “And in the week the landlady told me to clean the herring, and I started with the tail, and she took herring and started to poke me with her muzzle.” Dear grandfather, take me away from here, or I’ll die. “” I’ll rub you tobacco, and if something happens, then cut me like a Sidorov goat. ” Vanka would like
While writing the letter, Vanka is constantly distracted, in his memory various pictures of life in the village come up. He remembers how he and his grandfather went to the woods for Christmas at Christmas. “There was a merry time!” Grandfather quacked, and the frost quacked, and looking at them, and Vanka quacked. ” I remember the young lady Olga Ignatyevna, whose mother, Pelageya, when she was alive, served as a maid. Olga Ignatyevna fed Vanka with candies and from nothing to do she learned to read, write, count to a hundred and even dance a quadrille. When Pelageya died, the orphan Vanka was sent to the kitchen to his grandfather, and from the kitchen to Moscow to the shoemaker Alyakhin. “Dear grandfather, and when the gentlemen have a Christmas tree with gifts, take me a golden nut from Olga Ignatyevna’s girlfriend
Have pity on me, the unfortunate orphan, or else I’m all pounded and I want a passion. And do not give my harm to anyone. I remain your grandson Ivan Zhukov, my dear grandfather, come. “Vanka put the letter in an envelope and wrote the address:” to the village of my grandfather. “Then he scratched himself, thought and added:” Constantine Makarych. “Satisfied, Vanka” ran to the first mailbox and stuck the precious a letter in a slot Lulled by sweet hopes, an hour later he slept soundly He dreamed of an oven. The grandfather sits on the stove, dangling his bare feet, and reads a letter to the cooks. Around the oven walks Vjun and twists his tail “
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)