[Reading Book] Fanka

The nine-year-old Vanka Zhukov was sent to the shoemaker Ariyasini three months ago as an apprentice. On Christmas Eve, he didn't lie down and sleep. He waited for the boss, the proprietress and a few guys to go to the church to go to church, and took a small bottle of ink from the boss's cabinet, a pen with a rusted pen, a flat white paper with a wrinkle, and a letter. Come. Before writing the first letter, he worriedly looked at the door and the window, and squinted at the dim image. The statue was lined with two rows of shelves and the shelves were covered with hoes. He sighed and squatted in front of the stage, laying the piece of paper on the stage. "Dear grandfather Constantine Makalic," he wrote. "I am writing to you. I wish you a happy Christmas and ask God to bless you. I have no mother, only one of you. Vanke looked at the dark window, and the glass window reflected the vague shadow of the candle; he imagined his grandfather Constantine Makalic, as if his grandfather was in front of him. - Grandpa is the night watchman at the home of Mrs. Loughov. He is a very interesting little old man, 65 years old, always squinting with a smile. During the day, he always sleeps in the big kitchen. In the evening, he wore a wide sheepskin, knocked on his throat, and walked around the villa. The old bitch Kahidanka and the male dog muddy head down behind him. Loach is a very obedient dog that is very flattering. It is black, as long as a weasel, so it is muddy. Now, Grandpa must stand at the gate and squint at the red window of the country church. He must be squatting on the feet wearing high boots, his shackles hanging on the belt, he was frozen into a ball, shrugged his shoulders... The weather was so nice, sunny, there was no wind, dry and cold. It was a night without a moon, but the whole village - the white roof, a smoky smoke from the chimney, covered with thick frost and silver trees, snow piles, all visible. The sky was filled with stars staring happily, and the Tianhe seemed very clear, as if for the holidays, someone had polished it with snow... Vanka sighed, rubbed the nib, and then wrote it down. "Last night I savagely beat, because when I gave them whelp rocks the cradle, unknowingly fell asleep. Boss tugging at my hair, dragged me into the yard, take the belt hit my meal This week, the proprietress asked me to pack a herring. I picked it up from the tail. She picked up the herring and took the fish mouth and poked my face. The guys teased me and they sent me to the hotel to get a drink. They called I stole the boss's cucumber, and the boss hit me with a guy. I didn't eat it. I had a little bread in the morning, lunch was a gruel, and at night it was a bit of bread. As for the dishes, tea, only the boss. They just ate and ate. They told me to sleep in the aisle, their little scorpion cried, I didn't want to sleep, I had to shake the cradle. Dear grandfather, send compassion, take me out of here, go home, back Go to our village! I can't stand it anymore!... I will leave you, I will pray for you forever. Take me out of here, or else, I will die!..." Card grin, take dirty hands, rub your eyes, twitch a bit. "I will pick up the tobacco for you," he continued. "I will pray for you. If I do something wrong, you will hit me hard. If you are afraid that I can't find a job." I can go to the butler, look at God, let me polish my shoes; or, I will ask Fajika to promise me to help him. Dear grandfather, I can’t stand it anymore, only dead. One!! I originally wanted to run back to our village, but I don't have shoes, but I am afraid of cold. When I grow up, I will take care of you, no one dares to bully you. "Speaking of Moscow, this is a big city. The house is full of lords, there are many horses, no sheep, and the dogs are not fierce at all. At Christmas, the children here don’t walk around with the stars, and the choir in the church is not allowed to sing. One time, I saw a hook that was sold with a fishing rod in the window of a shop. It was very expensive to catch a variety of fish. There is a big squid that can even catch a puddle. I also saw some shops selling all kinds of guns. Like the guns of our bosses, I want to sell a hundred rubles for a gun. There are mountains in the butcher's shop, oh, hare..." But when the things were called, the guys in the store refused to say. "Dear grandfather, when the lord hangs candy on the Christmas tree, please pick it up. A golden walnut is hidden in my green scorpion. Vanka sighed sadly and stared blankly at the window. He always wanted to play in the woods to cut the Christmas tree. Grandpa always took him with him. What a happy day! The frozen forest slammed Grandpa is coughing coldly, and he coughs with coughing... To cut the Christmas tree, Grandpa smokes a cigarette first, then smokes for a while, and laughs with the frozen Xiaofanka... many small The eucalyptus was covered with thick frost, standing there motionless, waiting to see which damn. Suddenly I didn’t know where to jump out of a hare, and the arrow smashed through the snow. Grandpa couldn’t help but cry, “Catch it. , catch it and catch it! Hey, short tail ghost! Grandpa dragged the cut tree back to the old man's house, and everyone started to dress the tree. "Come on, dear grandfather," Vanka wrote, "I beg you to look at the face of Christ and take me away." here. Poor pity me this unfortunate orphan. Everyone here beat me. I am so hungry, so lonely, I can’t stand it. I always cry. One day, the boss took the hoe and hit my head. I passed out and it was easy to wake up. My life is not counting on, even the dog is not as good! ... Greeting Alia, for me, greeting the one-eyed Aiguoer, greeting the coachman. Don't let others take my little organ. Your grandson Ivan Zhukov. Dear grandfather, come on! Fanka folded the paper full of words into four folds and put it in an envelope that was bought by Gobi the night before. He thought about it, licking the ink and writing the address: " The grandfather of the country collected. Then he grabbed his head and thought about it. Add a few words: "Constantin Makaric". He was very satisfied that no one bothered him to write a letter, he put on his hat and even broke his skin. I didn't wear it, I only wore a shirt and went to the street... The night before, he asked the guy in the butcher shop. The man told him that the letter should be thrown in the mailbox and sent from there to the post by mail. There were also three horses, ringing the bell, sitting on the drunken postman. Vanka ran to the first postbox and stuffed his precious letter. After an hour, he fell asleep with sweet hope. He saw a warmth in his dreams, sitting on his grandfather, pulling his legs, reading his letter... muddy walking around, shaking his tail...

This article is longer, but the context is clear. The main clues of the full text are to write letters, send letters, and combine the content of the letter with the process of recalling and writing letters.

The author used the contrast method in the text to write the hometown's "the weather is really good, sunny", even the stars are "happy eyes", while the shoe shop is like a cell, "the dim image" adds a gloomy atmosphere. . Two environments, one happy, beautiful, one horrible, dim, make people have to worry about Vanka. The author also wrote about the prosperity of Moscow, the extravagant life of the rich, compared with the painful and lonely life of Vanka in Moscow, and the profound truth in the portrayal of the image, indicating that Moscow is a paradise for the rich, the hell of the poor. Exposing the darkness of capitalist society, strengthening the tragic atmosphere of the article, and making readers deeply sympathetic to Vanka.

Grade 6 of Tianqiao District, Jinan, Shandong: Anonymous