<凡卡> continued to write

The next morning, after Vanka woke up, he waited for a long time in front of the store and didn't see Grandpa. He thought: Grandpa will pick him up, and I will go back to the village. This day is over, and the anti-card did not see Grandpa to pick him up. On the second, third and fourth days, Vanka still did not see Grandpa to pick him up. He thought: Why didn't Grandpa pick up the person? Will not receive a letter? He thought for a long time, so he decided to write a letter to Grandpa.

One night, after Vanka secretly wrote the letter, he organized the letter to be sent in. But when I went out, I was discovered by the boss. So I broke the letter that Van Cassin worked hard and said, "You hybrid, dare to write to your family, don't want to live." pause. From this in the future, the boss and the proprietress are more acute to him, not letting him go out, do anything to him, and eat less every day, sometimes beaten him. Vanka always thought: Grandpa, come and save me, or I will starve to death.

Once again, the boss of the heart was beaten, so that Vanka clearly knew that he could not stay in the shoemaker's shop again, or else, one day, he would be killed by the boss! He thought of running away! He resolutely got up and rushed into the heavy snow.

The cold wind screamed, the people on the street were wrapped in thick cotton jackets, and Vanka, wearing a thin, 5 or 6 patch of broken clothes; pants, only half. Because the boss thinks that Vanka is sometimes too disobedient, and he can't deflate him, so he calls his beloved dog to pull the trousers of Vanka. Over time, Vanka's pants are pulled out with only half of it; There are no socks and shoes in the card. He can only walk in the cold and frozen street with a pair of red-hot feet. From time to time, Vanka still has to tighten his belt...

Suddenly, Vanka flew a carriage opposite, Vanka did not pay attention, suddenly fell into a pool of blood. "Call--" the carriage stopped. It turned out that the drunken postman drove the car to the Vanka. The postman not only did not leave the carriage to save the card, but scornfully said to Vanka: "Poor boy, hit the dead! Write a letter - do not post stamps, no Write the address of the addressee, who will send it to you!" After that, he will tear it with his hand, tear it again, tear it again, then tear it again... The hand is raised, the wind blows, the letter written by Fanka to Grandpa becomes ten million The butterfly flutters in the sky... Vanka uses the last breath of the rest and gently screams: "Yeah-ye..." With the last strength of the rest, he took a piece of debris and placed it on his chest. , slowly dying...

The sun rose, and the soft sun shone on Vanika's skinny body. His lips were white and his mouth was smiling with a smile: he might be thinking, Grandpa would come to pick him up from the sea of ​​bitterness...

At night, when the moon was empty, it gave off a glorious glory and poured into the pale face of Vanka. black

In the dark, there may be an angel who is spreading his wings and waiting for this soul.

Sixth grade: tianfeng0902