Alisha's grandfather dyed the tablecloth and stayed in bed. Later, grandpa met him and told him about her work as a tracker on the Volga River when she was young. Excerpt from me, grandpa.

This clip describes two situations: one is the scene where the tracker pulls the fiber, and in the first scene, it is the rest of the tracker. These two scenes vividly show the whole picture of half of Russian trackers who lived in19th century. On the one hand, the tracker's work is heavy, painful and unbearable. ? Barefoot current sailboats can fly from sunscreen, sun, gravel and excellent profit skulls. It is a happy thing to keep your head down and not see the road of losing streak and your eyes soaked with sweat, because you can take this opportunity to take a deep breath. This situation reminds people of the image shown in the oil painting "The Volga River Tracker" by the famous Russian painter Lie Bin. The life of a tracker is heavy, and it is difficult for the author to persist in struggling and procrastinating to describe his own realistic creation principles, without exaggeration or imagination, and to track all painting techniques and impress literati under the scorching sun. On the other hand, the follow-up treatment emphasizes a cheerful and optimistic attitude towards life. Have a rest, while cooking, singing my favorite songs, the shouts are deafening, and I don't even know that the porridge has overflowed. In the face of the hardships of life, do they sigh, don't be silent, but work hard and rest. Track the hero of the song Volga River. "At this time, if the Volga River flows faster, the river will skyrocket like a runaway wild horse." From the perspective of controlling the rest scenes during the day and night, Russia's miserable life and optimistic and cheerful attitude towards life are very vivid.

The "childhood" in this segment of the Encyclopedia Britannica is one of several positive descriptions of foreign public office. Aletha listened to my grandfather's story about sleep, and his grandfather became a fairy tale character of his grandmother. In the fairy tale, a little old man's Hercules dragged a huge gray cargo ship upstream along the Volga River. On the other hand, besides some good qualities, the description of grandpa is cruel, selfish, cold and stingy. If there were no social persecution, maybe he would not be a later accusation and a way to make Aletha hate evil and dark society.

(B) "Gypsy" appreciation

This clip is the third part of this book, which introduces the scenes outside Gong's life. In this clip, almost everyone's grandparents are playing, such as a kind, loyal and cheerful young gypsy, an industrious and honest old craftsman grigori, a kind and loving grandmother who can sing and dance, a happy and good nanny who left Cardiff, cruel, selfish and insidious just for money. Through their surly grandfathers and selfish and insidious uncles, everyone has found his own character. Of all people, this young man is the most important in Rome. He is alessa's favorite childhood playmate, who accompanied him through his lonely and helpless childhood. Alisha's grandfather and uncle? Uncle creates a depressing haze and feels his infinite nostalgia in the weak sunshine and atmosphere.

The clip recalls three major events: Aletha, accompanied by Gypsies, playing games, entertaining holiday nights, and the death of Gypsies. Among them, the first and third events, the focus of gypsy narrative, will also be written into the third event? Gypsy's character is vividly displayed, and his description accounts for a considerable proportion. In The Game with Aletha, the gypsy's character is portrayed from the objective narrative angle of intelligence, loveliness, innocence and kindness. Pull a string saddle, paper-cut sleigh, cockroaches run, let small rodents blink their tails and walk upright, but also play cards or coins. When playing with children, he doesn't cry like a child, and there is almost no difference with children. Aletha hit him. He knew it was useless, but his arm couldn't help but go again. The entertainment of the festival night is mainly to shape the gypsy through his movements and explain his dancing in detail. He's brand new. "The rotating kitchen in the middle is like a whole body on fire, knocking on the floor with small broken boots, which makes the table and cabinet buzzing, while he spreads his arms like the wings of an eagle and dances his legs so fast that he can't see his movements at all. He suddenly screamed, or squatted down, flying like a golden swift, and his silk shirt was shining, trembling, floating and shining around. " The little gypsy jumped without tiredness. It seems that he has now opened the door and let him dance in the street outside and jump around the city ... "It may be such a lovely, innocent, clever, bright and optimistic person, and his uncle was killed. They let him come back with a heavy oak tree through the grave of his late wife, Uncle Yakov, in the winter snowstorm. After the crossing was cancelled, the two struggled to carry it on their backs. He was only 19 years old. His feet accidentally found a little cross on his back, and he bled to death. The death of the gypsy shows that everything he saw was written from the perspective of a child. On the one hand, I used three short paragraphs to describe the gypsy in this country, her pain and misery before her death. From the outside, he was lying on the kitchen floor with pink blood bubbles in his mouth, and the blood accumulated on him flowed to the door along the ground. The second section also wrote blood, "Blood has flowed, and there is a big blood collection under the threshold. If the sun has left him in the third paragraph, his face is black and his fingers are gone, and then he is on the verge of death. I also wrote these paragraphs, describing his expression, body shape and changes around the sun. Through their changes, we can clearly see how vitality and life have become a lost strong and complete young man. He is only 19 years old. He has a dream of singing well, but he still wants to play games and dance happily with his children. It is out of the question. On the other hand, we can also talk about the death of gypsies as representatives of a class of public servants and uncles through two different kinds of people. Uncle Yakov said, "Fortunately, we broke our hands in time, otherwise, we would have been smashed into disability." "It's a good thing I didn't bear the root of the cross, 1, or I" Grandpa went into the kitchen and said, "You bastards! Good boy, you ruined it for nothing! In another four or five years, he will be a master, and his value is priceless ... "All the words have no sense of guilt and sadness, and the only thing that survives is the loss of workers. Sorry, all this is seen from the side, compared with how the worthless gypsies died. Sure enough, the little gypsy was quietly buried without a funeral. On behalf of another grandmother. Grandma's author wrote the performance: "Grandma fell to the floor, stroking Ivan's face, head and chest with both hands, breathing his eyes, then spent his hand and gently wiped the candle, and she was knocked over." Later, she struggled to stand up, her face was livid, her body was shining with dazzling black clothes, and she whispered, "Get out, damn thing!" "Old hire grigori, nanny Evgeniya also very sad. Gypsies: Gypsies in grigori, being taken back sideways, are very worried. Before they left, they asked, "Have you moved?" Suffering from the curse, his uncle also asked the gypsies to be careful not to be obsessed with their bodies. The latter gypsy was crushed to death and called his uncle. Nanny countries cite sad crying against happiness. Different performances compare two types of people, so considering that the death of gypsies expresses infinite sadness, and the dead gypsies, grandfathers and uncles, "are exposed mercilessly."

In the clip, the author depicts the image of a little gypsy, but also depicts others around Aletha mainly through actions and words. Grandma dancing here is the main and prominent feature. Vividly depicts the lyric tone here, grandma's dance words and deeds. First, they danced lightly on the silent floor, then walked up and down gently, shaking his body. Suddenly, they danced a whirlwind dance. In three actions, the same appearance and behavior. The angles of eyebrows, eyes, hands, body, footsteps, arms and other body parts change with the scene, and the rich and beautiful language writes about the beautiful grandmother dancing. Nanny Yevgenya's happy folk songs are characterized by the shape and attitude of gypsy death she sings. She sang two folk songs humorously, which was in keeping with her identity. The gypsy died and she cried sadly. His integrity and quality can be seen from the speech of grigori Alesha, an old craftsman, and his attitude towards the death of Gypsies. He killed his wife's extramarital affairs, scolded his uncle for killing Gypsies, and told Uncle Alesha about characterization through words.

The clip also depicts Uncle Yakov's dual personality, one is brutality, and the other is that he can play guitar. These two ruthless clips about him killed his wife, and he killed a gypsy. Flash back to the account. The author didn't explain his cruelty when he beat his wife, but he was drunk when he killed his wife, crying that his face, forehead and chest were hit and shouting loudly, and the old craftsman grigori Alesha told his cruelty and witnessed the scene. A cruel uncle once wrote about his performance after beating his wife. The young man was directly responsible for the demise of Rome, but he didn't feel a trace of guilt. Grigori said that although he killed the gypsy, he was glad that his life was greatly threatened. In addition, it depicts uncle Yakov's ruthless personality, but he can also write his superb guitar playing in various artistic ways. One is to write your own words and deeds, while playing the guitar. Devote oneself to writing his performance; The use of figurative rhetoric in hair, neck, face, eyes, hands, posture and movements is written by the audience. A quiet, breathless, intoxicated. "When uncle Mikhail's son Sasha heard the most fascinating tension in the air, he bent down and stared at Yakov, staring at the corners of his mouth with his mouth open, and his mouth watered. Sometimes he can hear trance, accidentally close the chair and put his hands on the floor. He just sat on the floor, staring at a pair of dull eyes and listening to their opinions. " Third, the impression of writing music. Musicians feel sympathy.

Our readers appreciate Uncle Yakov's guitar. Be careful with this passage. Don't think he is a good man just because he plays the guitar well. The author describes the content in order to set off the atmosphere. One of the night activities of the festival is Alesha's happiest and most unforgettable time. My uncle only played a big background, which really made alessa's unforgettable grandmother and gypsies jump up. Uncle Yakov plays the guitar. Anyway, he is a ruthless villain in essence, which is appreciated by readers. (1) Tracking in the Volga River

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Grandpa's thin but symmetrical body snuggled up to me. He said that in the hard years of his childhood, his words were very impolite and difficult to understand, but he spoke fluently and orderly.

His sparkling green eyes were full of warmth and sparkle, and his blond hair stood on end happily. His harsh voice became coarse and boastful in front of me:

& lt/ "You came here by boat, and the steam will take you there. But when I was young, I dragged my sailboat ashore barefoot on the Volga River by my own efforts. Stepping on the gravel road was a sharp profit. So, from sunrise to night, I kept pulling, pulling your greasy skull to fly like burnt pig iron after the sun, constantly pulling, the first curve of the waist, bending, and full of bones. Sometimes I slip, chew the mud, run out of energy or take a deep breath and have a rest? Son. What you see is what God sees. What day is it today? Have mercy on the eyes of our Lord Jesus Christ! ..... So, I traveled three times along the banks of the Volga Mother River: three times from Simbirsk to Ribinsk, and three times from saratov and astrakhan to Makarije Yev. More than thousands of leagues! In the fourth year, I became a foreman and a smart talent, because I am the boss! ......"

Grandpa told me that he seemed to grow up, like a cloud, and became a Hercules in a fairy tale, a thin little old man, a man and a tow rope pulled on a huge gray cargo ship in the upper reaches of the Volga River. ......

Sometimes he would jump out of bed, proudly wave his hands, pull the fiber rope apart, and perform tracking methods, drainage and singing tracking songs at me. After that, he jumped off the side of the cabin and jumped back to bed with the young people he liked. His every move is abnormal, and his voice is deep and heavy. He continued:

"You listen to alisha. When we stop to have a rest, the plan is a summer night for different friends. In an ancient town nearby, one day is usually to find a place. There is a green mountain at the foot of the bonfire. After the porridge is cooked, there is an open fireplace. A poor tracker sings his favorite songs. Everyone shouted behind him, and the deafening cry made you tremble all over. At this time, the water in the Volga River seems to flow faster, and the river rises to the sky like a, and sometimes the guys simply sing porridge overflowing and track their heads, specializing in cooking. Are you sure? When you have to put up with playing with the spoon handle! You can enjoy it, but you can't forget what you have done! "

Explore several opposite houses and call me grandpa, but every time I stop, I beg:

"Don't go!"

My grandfather always smiles and waves to people and says:

"Wait a minute. ......

(2) Gypsies

I really like Ivan. His exciting games always surprise me.

Every Saturday, the children who made mistakes in Grandpa's Week play with it one by one, just for its evening prayers. At this time, a very wonderful activity began in the kitchen, which was very interesting. The little gypsy caught up with several black cockroaches behind the stove kang, and then he quickly made a thin harness and a paper-cut sled. Soon, four little black horses pulled the sleigh and dug out the beige on the table. Ivan's chip happily shouted:

"Hey, go see the bishop!"

Then, he cut a small piece of paper and stuck it on the cockroach behind him, letting it run after the sled and explaining:

/& gt； "Never mind the bag, this monk is carrying a bag and catching up!"

At this time, Ivan's thread pierced the legs of other cockroaches, so the cockroaches lowered their heads and climbed forward. Ivan clapped and shouted:

"This is a church deacon's bar, and now he is a friend of evening prayers!"

Then, I took out some little gypsy mice. Hearing his command, the little rodent walked upright, with a long tail and interesting black pearl light in his eyes. He keeps mice, hides them in his arms, feeds them sugar from mouth to mouth, and kisses them from time to time. He convincingly says:

"The home of the smart pet mouse looks very cute, and the idols at home especially like it! Who takes care of dad's idol, the pet mouse, who is it ... "

Little Rome also plays cards or coins, juggles and plays with children. He shouted that children are no different, almost the same child. Once, he asked the children to play cards together and hooked up with a series of children who were "fools". He was very sad and angry and stopped playing with a straight face. Later, he complained to me angrily:

"I know they secretly! They winked at each other with permission. Can this be regarded as playing this game? If it is wrong, I think, but worse than them ... "

The young gypsies are older than the four of us 19 years old.

On these holiday nights, he left a particularly deep impression on me. At this time, my grandfather and uncle Mikhail went out for a trip, and uncle Yakov came to the kitchen with his curly hair and guitar. Grandma prepared tea, rich snacks and vodka, green glass bottle bottom and hand-carved safflower. Neat gypsy skirt, spinning like a top. When grigori entered the room, he leaned over, his glasses and sunglasses flashing gently. Evgeniya, a pockmarked nanny, blushed red, fat and big, like a big jar. She was born with sly eyes and spoke loudly. Sometimes, the deacon's long hair, like barracuda and catfish, will come to our holiday party.

People eat and drink first, only to hear wheezing, and then distribute holiday gifts to children and give everyone a small glass of sweet fruit wine. Secondly, an energetic and exotic entertainment activity began gradually.

Uncle Yakov carefully tuned his guitar, tuned his voice and said matter-of-factly:

"Hello, gentlemen, let me play!"

After that, he shook his hairy head, bent his guitar and stretched out his neck like a goose. If his carefree round face loses its luster in a pair of dreamy, elusive and vivid eyes covered with oil mist, then the string he gently gets will make the music bounce back intoxicating.

Yakov played music to force people to be quiet, and the atmosphere of the game was quite tense. Song dynasty, like a rushing mountain stream, came from the distance of rushes, filled with floors and walls everywhere, stirred people's hearts and made them feel strange, slightly sad and uneasy. Listening to such music, your sympathy will be felt, and you will pity all people and wronged yourself. Adults become like children, and we hold our breath, silent and lost in thought.

Hearing the most charming and tense air, uncle Mikhail's son Sasha leaned over Yakov's guitar, staring intently, his eyes staring at his mouth, and saliva flowed from his mouth. Sometimes he can hear trance, accidentally fall off the chair, support on the floor, and exert himself with both hands. He simply sat on the ground and stared at the 1 couple with glassy eyes, listening to their opinions.

Hold your breath and listen. Singing in a low voice in the stove does not hinder people's dissatisfaction, such as the sound of guitar. Through two small square windows, you can see the dark night sky and autumn night, and sometimes a person attacks a small window. Light two candles and put them on the table, swaying gently like a sharp Zhu Yan golden spear.

Uncle Yakov plays with great devotion. He seems to be asleep, and his teeth are tightly moving. He only has two hands: the fingers of his right hand are shaking like birds in the dark guitar net, flapping their wings, and the fingers of his left hand are sliding quickly and dropping the strings.

He drank a few glasses of wine and sang Long song almost every time in his annoying, harsh voice:

If Yakov changes dogs,

/& gt； From morning till night, he kept barking:

Oh, I am so lonely!

Little nun, walking in the street;

The old crow is standing on the wall.

Oh, I am so lonely!

/& gt； Crickets are called kitchens,

The fighting cockroach was taken away.

Oh, I am so lonely!

The beggar dried his foot cloth,

Another beggar stole it!

Oh, I am so lonely!

Ah, ah, I'm so worried!

This song, when I heard my pain, when Uncle Yakov sang Beggar, I couldn't stand it any longer and cried sadly.

When gypsies listen to music, they are as absorbed as others. His fingers tangled with black hair, he stared at the corner of the room, and his nose purred softly. Sometimes, he suddenly let out a cry and said apologetically:

"God, if you give it to me, I will have a good voice to sing grandma."

Then sighed, gas dye-in-the-wood said:

"Well, you play with elegant houses, and the people are miserable! Vanya, you come and dance with me ... "

Grandma's request can be met immediately, but musicians often hold the strings for a second with their palms, then make a fist and throw huge sums of money on the floor, as if invisible, but silently dump something from themselves and proudly shout:

"Put aside your worries and troubles, Veronica, and play a role.

The little gypsy stroked every messy hair and put the orange shirt in the middle of the kitchen as seriously as stepping on a nail. His dark cheeks were flushed and he asked with a shy smile:

"Jump faster, Yakov Vasilich!"

So Yakov's guitar played wildly. The little gypsy whirled around in the middle kitchen, as if he were on fire, knocking on the floor with his worn-out boots, causing the tables and cabinets to hum. He opened his arms again, just like an eagle spreading its wings and dancing with its legs, and looked at him quickly and simply. He suddenly screamed, or squatted down, flying, trembling and floating, like a golden swift in a silk shirt.

The little gypsy danced with ecstasy and was not tired. It seems that if we open the door and let him jump outside, he will keep jumping in the street and all over the city ... "

"Through time and space! Uncle Yakov shouted when he heard their footsteps.

Then he pointed and blew a whistle, and a provocative voice shouted naughty words and some gags:

Hey? Oh, yo. Broken sandals, you

It hurts to throw it away,

Not a pair of broken sandals!

I will have to give up my wife and children!

The people sitting around the table are shaking, sometimes screaming like fire elephants. The bearded master patted his bald head and whispered something from time to time. He leaned over to me, with a soft beard to pay my shoulder, like an adult close to my ear and whispered, for example:

"Li Sai Maximiki, if your father is still alive, please ask him to come here, and he will jump to a more prosperous place! He is a cheerful person and likes to make people laugh. Do you remember him? "

/& gt； "Remember".

"Do you remember? He often dances with your grandmother, wait! "

Master of arts and crafts, he stood up, tall, with a face like a statue, and looked very tired. He looked down at my grandmother and pleaded in an unusually low voice:

"Labor Aculina Ivanovna, your head is big, everyone dance with me! I like you. Go and dance with Maxim Savagier Abramovich! " ....../a & gt；

"What did you say, dear? What did you say, Mr. grigori Ivanic?" Grandma shrank back and said with a smile, "I can dance!" " I will laugh ... "br/>;

However, we didn't miss her. She looked like a young man when we asked her in unison. "Mr Quickly stood up and stood up straight. Her skirt stood up straight, raised her head, and his stupid head began to dance in the kitchen, jumping and shouting:

"Of course, you still laugh! Hey, Yashe, give me another song!

Uncle Yakov jumped up, his body straight, his eyes slightly closed, slowly stopped to play with the little gypsy, jumped in front of grandma, squatted down and danced left and right. Grandma stretched out her arms and danced gently. Her feet slipped silently as if floating in the air. On the floor, he raised his eyebrows and stared at him with black eyes. I think grandma looks very interesting and can't help laughing. Master grigori immediately held out a finger to stop me seriously and glanced at the adults present with reproachful eyes.

"Stop stomping, Ivan!" Grigori sneer at a way. The little gypsy is very obedient and jumps to the next one at once. When she stepped into the threshold of sitting down, Evgeniya, the nanny, sang in her throat. Her voice is not high, but crisp and sweet:

Yes, yo

Embroidered girl, poor thing,

One week, she embroidered for six days.

Tired of her sore back and sore legs,

Alas! Hey, she's been busy all day! (paternal) grandmother

She didn't jump, as if she were whispering something. When she walked up, she put it down gently and shook his body thoughtfully. Sometimes I look around in the big arbor and look shivering. The whole body is soft and cautious. She stopped, suddenly her shocked face trembled and frowned, and her face immediately surfaced. She looked aside, hid, stretched out a hand and respectfully gave way. Then, she hung her head, panting, and smiled more charming, her smile. Listen to this song carefully. Suddenly, her stride dance, like a whirlwind, is more symmetrical. At her bigger moment, she miraculously glows with youth, and her beautiful and lovely dance attracts people's attention!

Evgeniya sang a deep, loud song:

Sunday is hard,

Pray and dance in the afternoon.

Treat her as the last home, treat you.

Unfortunately, a short and beautiful holiday!

Grandma jumped out of the tempering furnace and sat next to him? On the seat. Everyone praised her for dancing well, cut her hair and said:

"You forget that you have never seen a real woman dance. There is a girl in our city, Ba Laha. I don't remember her being someone else's girl. What's your name? Seeing her dance, someone will cry happily! As long as you see her happy, there is no other need! I envy her very much. What a shame! "

"Our singers and dancers are the smartest people in the world!" Nanny Yevgenya said seriously that when she sang children's songs to King David, Uncle Yakov held the little gypsy and said to him:

"If you dance in a bar, people will be fascinated by your dancing! ......"

"I wish I had a good voice! The little gypsy complained, "If God gives me a good voice, I will sing for more than ten years the first time and then become a monk!"! "! "

We drank a lot of wine. Grandma Wang, a Gregory drinker, gave him one glass after another and warned him:

"Power grid? Sand, what should you pay attention to? If you drink it, your eyes will go blind! "

Grigori casually replied:

"Now drink blindly! Eyes, I don't need, we haven't seen the world ... "

Although he was not drunk, but later more and more, almost do whatever it takes, my father said:

"Maxim Sawajiye Abramovich is a good friend, and he is an open-minded person ..."

Grandma kept sighing and echoing:

"Yes, he is a good boy, God ..."

This is very interesting and deeply attracted me. I feel uneasy about all this. It was a faint sadness, which invaded my heart silently and endlessly. Sad and happy people are the same, inseparable, and sometimes inexplicably interchangeable, fickle and unpredictable.

On one occasion, Uncle Yakov was drunk, but not completely drunk. He began to tear his clothes, frantically pulling his hair, his thin yellow beard pulling his nose and his lips drooping.

"What's going on? What's going on?" He was in tears, tears streaming down his face. "Why is this?"

His face, forehead and chest hit loudly shout:

"I'm a bad guy, a bad guy, and I'm shameless!"

Grigori also wail loudly:

Say: "Good scolding! ...... "

My grandmother was drunk again. He grabbed his son with one hand and urged:

"Come, come, Yashe, God, teach people!"

Grandma drank it and wrote better: black eyes smile at everyone and shine on warm people. She waved a red scarf and sang in the same voice:

"God, God, how wonderful everything is! Hey, look at it, how wonderful everything is! "

This is her voice. She lives by crying.

My carefree uncle cried and went crazy, which surprised me. I asked my grandmother, uncle, why are you crying, why do you scold yourself and beat yourself?

"What do you want to do! He said gloomily, "Grandma, you know, after that, he asked ..."

Grandma, and then deeply touched my curiosity, I went to the workshop to find Ivan pestering him to ask questions, but he didn't answer me, just smiled and squinted at grigori. Later, he impatiently fired me from the workshop and shouted:

"Don't correct? Tie, come out! I will dye it for you, you! "

The old mage stood in front of the wide and low stove. There are three large iron pots on the hearth, which are stirred with a long black stick. Sometimes a stick comes and looks around, carefully observes the lower end of the stick and drops colored water. The fire is very prosperous, and the light reflected in it is like a priest's vestment and a colorful leather apron. A large jar of dyeing water hissed.