Chapter 3 three

My body gradually got better, and gradually I saw that the status of gypsy in our big family was very different.My grandfather scolded him more than the two uncles. Even in private, my grandfather often praised him: Ivan has a pair of hands that are inexhaustible, and he will definitely have a bright future! The two uncles were polite to him, and never dared to play any tricks on him like they did to Gregory.And the tricks on Gregory were performed almost every day, but in different ways, sometimes by burning his scissors with fire, sometimes by setting a nail with the end up on his chair, or by Putting two kinds of fabrics of different colors in the hands of this almost blind old craftsman, after he sewed the fabrics of different colors, of course he would be scolded by his grandfather.

I still remember one time, when he was taking a nap in the hammock in the kitchen, some villain had painted his face with red paint.This paint was very difficult to wash off, and for a long time, Golegory had such a funny and terrible painted face. These people tortured him in endless ways, and Gregory didn't seem to take it seriously at all, and didn't say anything.Before he took scissors, thimbles, pliers, irons, etc., he always spit on his hands and took them tentatively.This has become a habit.He also wets his fingers before eating with a knife and fork, and the children laugh when they see it.After being scalded, his face would immediately become wrinkled and wrinkled, and his eyebrows would be raised high until they disappeared on the top of his bald head.

I don't remember my grandfather's attitude towards his sons' pranks. Every time, my grandmother would shake her fist and call them: Smelly shameless devil! However, the uncles often cursed Gypsy in private, saying that he was not good here and there, that he was a thief and a lazy man. I asked my grandmother what was going on.She patiently explained to me: You don't know that, they will split up and open their own dyeing workshops in the future, and they both want Fanyuxiga, so they both scolded him in front of each other!Say he can't do the job!is a fool.They are afraid that he will open another dyeing workshop with your grandfather, which will be very bad for your uncles, understand?But their tricks and tricks have long been seen by your grandfather.He purposely told them both, ah, I want to buy Ivan an immunity certificate, I need him so much, he doesn't need to be a soldier!This will make your uncles very angry, this is what they don't like, and they don't want to pay for the exemption card is very expensive!

Grandma laughed silently when she said this.Now I am sitting with my grandmother again, just like when I came by ship, she comes to tell me stories every day before going to bed, telling her life like a story.It's very interesting that when it comes to things like the separation of the family, my grandmother speaks in an outsider's tone, as if she is very far away from it all. She talked about gypsy, and I knew he was an abandoned child.One spring, on a rainy night, I picked it up at the door. Alas, he is frozen and wrapped in a ragged apron! Who threw it?Why did you throw him away?

His mother had no milk, and when she heard that a family had just given birth and died, she sent her child there. She was silent for a while, scratching her head, sighing, looking at the ceiling, and went on: Oh, my dear Valyosha, it's all because of poverty!Of course, there is still a rule in society that unmarried girls are not allowed to raise children, which is a shame!Your grandfather wanted to take Vanuciga to the police station, but I stopped him and said: raise it yourself, it's God's will.I have given birth to eighteen children, and if they were all alive, they would fill a street!I got married at the age of fourteen and started having children at the age of fifteen, but God took a fancy to my children and took them all to become angels!I am distressed and happy!

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she laughed softly.She was sitting on the edge of the bed, with black hair draped over her body, tall and bulky, with fluffy hair, she looked like a big bear with a beard who was led to the yard a while ago.She made the sign of the cross on her snow-white, clean chest, smiled softly, and swayed: God took all the good boys, and all the rest were bad!I like small things, so Ivan left it like this. After the baptism, he grew more and more juicy!At first, I called him a beetle, because he looked so much like a beetle crawling all over the room!You can safely love him, he is a simple man!

Ivan is always amazing, and I love him more and more.Every Saturday, my grandfather will punish the children who have made mistakes this week, and then he will go to evening prayer!At this time, the kitchen has become our world.Gypsy got some black cockroaches from somewhere.He made another set of harnesses out of paper, cut out a sled, ah, great!Four black horses galloped on the yellow table with a sled, and Ivan drove them with a stick and cried: Ha, drive the car to invite the archbishop! He cut another piece of paper and pasted it on a cockroach, and drove to chase the sled. Ivan explained:

They forgot to bring their pockets, this is a monk, catch up! He tied a cockroach's foot with a thread. The cockroach kept tapping its head while crawling. Ivan laughed loudly: The deacon is coming out of the tavern to go to vespers! He also has a little mouse.He made the little mouse stand up, drag its long tail, and walk on its hind legs.The small eyes blinked ridiculously. Ivan likes the little mouse very much. He hides it in his arms, feeds it candy and kisses it mouth to mouth. He said confidently: The mouse is a very smart animal, and the house gods especially like it!Whoever raises a little mouse, the house god grandpa will also like him!

Ivan can also juggle with cards or coins, and when he does, he yells louder than any other child, just like us. Once when he was playing cards, he was a big fool several times in a row, but he was so angry that he pouted and stopped playing. He said: I knew a long time ago that they were in collusion to punish me. I saw them winking. They must have changed cards under the table!Hmph, who knows how to deceive people! He was nineteen years old, older than the combined ages of the four of us. On festival nights, Gypsy is an active figure.Generally speaking, at this time, grandfather and uncle Mikhail would go out to visit.Uncle Yakov came into the kitchen with his banjo.Grandmother had just set the table with a sumptuous meal and a bottle of vodka.The wine bottle is green, with delicate red flowers carved on the bottom of the bottle.Gypsy dressed in festive costumes, busy around.Gregory walked in softly, his glasses gleaming.The pockmarked face of the nanny Yevgonia was even redder. She was as fat as a jar, with strange eyes and a voice like a trumpet.Sometimes the long-haired deacon of the Usconier church came, and some people as smooth as a pike.The people were well fed, the children had sweets in their hands, and a glass of rum!

The carnival scene is getting hotter and hotter! Uncle Yakov carefully tuned his banjo, and asked as usual: How are you guys, I'm about to start! Then, with a flick of his curly hair, he stretched his neck like a goose, squinted his misty eyes, plucked the strings lightly, and played a tune that made every muscle move. This song is like a turbulent river, coming from a distant mountain, rushing in through the cracks in the wall, rushing people, making people feel sad but not without excitement!This song makes you feel pity for the world, and also deepens your self-reflection. Adults become children, and children become adults. Everyone sits and listens, silently meditating.The air froze.

Sasha of the Mikhail family leaned over to his uncle with his mouth open, drooling from the corner of his mouth.He was so engrossed in listening that he lost control of his limbs and slid from the chair to the floor.He sat on his hands and listened like that, never getting up again.Everyone was fascinated by the sound, and the occasional low cry of the samovar only deepened the sadness of the mood. Two small, dark windows stared out at the autumn night, and two spear-like candles flickered yellow on the table. Uncle Yakov's whole body froze, except for his two hands, which seemed to be playing under someone else's arrangement: his right hand was on the black strings, trembling indistinctly to the naked eye, like a happy bird dancing rapidly Wings, the left hand is running fast on the strings, it is unbelievably fast. After he drank, he often talked and sang: If Yakov were a dog, He will bark non-stop from morning to night. Aww, I'm bored! Aww, I'm worried! A nun walks down the street, An old crow stands on the wall. Aww, I'm bored! The crickets chirped in the cracks in the wall, The cockroaches thought it was noisy. Aww, I'm bored! A beggar drying his foot-bindings, Another beggar came to steal! Aww, I'm bored! Aww, I'm bored! I can never stop listening to this song, and when he sings about beggars, I don't know how, and the grief makes me cry.Gypsy also listened to his uncle singing like everyone else. He inserted his hands into his black hair, bowed his head, and panted.He would suddenly sigh regretfully: Oh, if only I had a good voice, I'd sing like hell too! Grandmother sighed and said: Come on, Yasha, stop torturing!Come on, let Vinuciga give us a dance! Everyone didn't always agree to her request immediately, but Uncle Yakov often pressed his hands on the piano, clenched his fists, shook his hands, as if throwing something from his body, and shouted loudly: Well, all worries and troubles go away!Vanya, you play! Gypsy pulled his clothes, straightened his hair, and walked carefully to the middle of the kitchen, with a red face and a slight smile: Play faster, Yakov.Vassilic! The guitar sounded crazily, and with the rhythm of the storm, Gypsy's boots took small steps, shaking the dishes and bowls on the table.The gypsy is burning like a ball of fire, with his arms outstretched, dancing like a hawk, and his footsteps are so fast that people can't tell them apart!He suddenly screamed and squatted on the ground, flying around like a golden swallow before the heavy rain, his shirt trembling, as if burning, emitting a brilliant brilliance.The gypsy danced wildly, and if the door was opened, he could dance out into the street and dance all over the city! Come sideways!cried Uncle Yakov, beating time with his foot on the floor. Gypsy yelled out a playful jingle in a loud voice: hey hey!I can't bear to part with my pair of broken sandals, Otherwise I would have gone far away, leaving my wife behind leave my child behind. People couldn't help trembling after him, as if there was fire under their feet, and shouted after him from time to time. Gregory patted his bald head and muttered happily. He bent down to talk to me, his big soft beard covering my shoulders: Oh, Alexei.Makasimvich, if your father had lived, he would have danced like a fire!He was such a delightful, happy fellow!do you remember him Can not remember. Oh, don't remember!Before, he danced with your grandmother, hey, you wait! He said and stood up.He was tall and thin, like an icon.He bowed to his grandmother and said in a rough voice that is hard to hear: Akalena.Do me a favor, Ivanovna, come out and dance around!Just like before and Maxim.Like Savadeitch, come on, be happy! Oh dear Gregory.Ivanitch, what's the matter with you?Grandmother smiled softly, shrank back and said, let me dance, I will make people laugh in vain But everyone unanimously asked her to come out and dance. Suddenly, she made up her mind.She stood up neatly, adjusted her dress, straightened her body, raised her head, and danced happily. She cried: Just laugh, laugh as much as you want!Yasha, change the tune! Uncle stopped in response, leaned forward a little, and immediately played a slower tune.Gypsy stopped for a moment, ran to the grandmother, squatted down, and jumped away around her.The grandmother stretched her hands, raised her eyebrows, looked at the distance with her eyes, and slid on the floor as if floating in the air.I found it very interesting and laughed aloud. Gregory pointed out a finger and nodded me, and everyone looked at me reproachfully. Ivan, stop messing around!The master said with a smile. Gypsy obeyed Gregory and sat down on the threshold; Yevgonia, the nurse, raised her voice and sang: Monday to Saturday, The girl weaves lace. Tired to death Only half breath left. Grandmother was not dancing at all, but telling stories.She was thoughtful, staring into the distance, her huge body was supported by two seemingly small feet, and she groped forward.She stopped suddenly, something in front of her surprised her, made her tremble!Immediately, she was radiant again, with a kind smile on her face.She leaned aside, bowed her head, held her breath, and listened intently, smiling!Suddenly, she spun up, she seemed to be much taller, strength and youth returned to her all of a sudden, everyone's eyes were attracted by her, she miraculously showed a blooming flower-like beauty.Nanny Yevgonia sang again: Sunday noon prayers are over, Dance till midnight. She was the last to go back to the door, It's a pity that the good night is short and it's Monday again. Grandma finished dancing and sat back in her original position.Everyone kept praising her, and while she was arranging her hair, she said: Forget it!You probably haven't seen a real dance yet.Once upon a time there was a girl in our Barahna whose name I can't remember, but how she danced I'll never forget!It makes you cry with joy!As long as you take a look at her, you will pass out with happiness, I envy her so much! The singers and dancers are the first in the world!Yevgonia said solemnly, and she began to sing about King David again.Uncle Yakov put his arms around Gypsy and said: You should go dancing in the tavern, you can definitely drive the people there crazy! Alas, I just hope to have a good voice, as long as I can sing for ten years, even if I can become a monk in the future! Everyone started drinking vodka, Gregory in particular.Many people toasted him.Grandmother said: Be careful, Grisha, drink like that and you'll be completely blind! Gregory said seriously: Go blind, it's useless for me to have eyes, I've seen everything! He drank more and more, he didn't seem to be drunk yet, but he talked too much, and he always mentioned my father when he saw me: He has a great kind heart, my little brother, Maxime.Savadeic The grandmother sighed and said: Yes, he is the Son of God. Every word, every thing, every expression and every action of people deeply attracted me, and a kind of sweet sorrow and resentment filled my heart.Joy and sorrow alternate with each other with unpredictable and incomprehensible speed, they are inseparably intertwined. Once, Uncle Yakov, probably not particularly drunk, tore his shirt, pulled his hair and light beard: What kind of day is this, why do you want to live like this?He beat his chest and stamped his feet, tears streaming down his face, I am a rascal, a bastard, a lost dog! Gregory suddenly roared: That's right, you are! The grandmother was also drunk, holding her son's hand: Come on, Yasha, what kind of person you are, God knows best! Grandma looks very beautiful now, with a pair of smiling black eyes swaying warm love to everyone.She slapped her red face with her scarf, and said like a song: Lord, Lord, everything is so good!Wonderful!This is her sigh from the bottom of her heart. I was very surprised by the performance of Uncle Yakov, who has always been carefree.I asked my grandmother, why is he crying?Beat yourself up and scold yourself? You don't have to know everything in this world right now!Sooner or later you will understand.Uncharacteristically, my grandmother didn't answer me. This made my curiosity unsatisfied even more.I went to the dye room to pester Ivan, but he kept laughing and didn't answer, just squinting at Gregory.Finally, he got anxious and pushed me out all at once: roll!If you pester me again, I'll throw you into the dyeing pot, and I'll give you a flair too! Gregory was standing in front of the stove. The stove was wide and low. There were three cauldrons on it. He was stirring the pots with a long wooden stick. Dripping Dye Soup.The fire was burning fiercely, and the hem of his colorful leather apron reflected the flames.The water was gurgling and gurgling in the pot, steam and mist rushed towards the door, and there was a rising mist in the yard. The master raised his cloudy and bloodshot eyes, looked at me from under his spectacles, and said to Ivan in a rough voice: Come on, get some firewood, what's the use of having long eyes? Gypsy went out.Gregory sat on the paint sack and beckoned me over: Come here! He hugged me onto his lap, his beard covering half of my face: Your uncle committed a crime and beat his wife to death!Now, he is condemned by his own conscience, understand?Be careful, you want to know everything, it is very dangerous! I felt very natural with Gregory, the same as with my grandmother, except that he always terrified me, especially when he looked at people through the lenses of his glasses, as if his eyes could see everything. How was that played? When the two of them were sleeping at night, he wrapped her head and feet in a quilt and beat her to death.As for why you beat her?He can't explain it himself! At this time, Ivan came back with firewood, squatting in front of the stove and roasting his hands.Gregory didn't care, and continued: Maybe it's because she's better than him and he's jealous of her!Their family doesn't like good people, and they can't tolerate good people!Just ask your grandmother, and you will know how they tried to kill your father!Your grandmother will tell you anything, she won't lie.She was a saint, though she liked to drink and snuff.She's still a little silly, you have to keep close to her!After speaking, he pushed me, and I went to the yard. My heart is very heavy.Vanuciga caught up, took my head in his hands, and said in a low voice: Don't be afraid of him, he's a good guy!You'll be looking straight into his eyes from now on, he likes that! All of this feels strange and unsettling.I haven't experienced a different kind of life, but I vaguely remember that my father and mother didn't live like this. They were together in everything they did, cuddling side by side; at night, they often talked and laughed for a long time, sitting by the window Singing loudly, the pedestrians on the street came to watch.Those faces looking up reminded me of dirty dishes after a meal.But here people rarely smile, and occasionally someone laughs, and you don't know what he is laughing at.Loud, threatening, whispering is the way of speaking here.No one of the children dared to play loudly. They were ignored and cared for, and they were as insignificant as dust.I feel like an outsider here, and I always feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles.I watched every occurrence and development suspiciously. Grandmother is busy all day long, and most of the time she can't take care of me.So I followed Gypsy's ass, and our friendship became deeper and deeper.Every time my grandfather hit me, he would block it with his arm, and then show me the swollen place: Alas, it's no use!You still received so many beatings, and I was beaten no less than you, forget it, I don’t care about it from now on!However, next time it will be the same, he will take care of it. Don't you care? Alas, who knows when the time comes, my hand stretches out unconsciously Later, I learned another secret of his, which added to my interest in him.Every Friday, Gypsy would put the bay red horse Shalap on the sled and go to the market to buy things.Sharap is my grandmother's baby. It has a bad temper and only eats good things.Gypsy put on a fur coat that reached to the knees, put on a big hat, tied a green belt, and set off.Sometimes, he didn't come back very late.The family members were very anxious, ran to the window, melted the ice flowers on the window with breath, and looked out. Haven't come back yet! No! Grandma is more anxious than anyone else.She said to her uncle and grandfather: This is great, even the people and horses will be ruined by you!Shameless thing, stupid pig!God will punish you! Grandfather muttered: All right, all right!this is the last time Finally, Gypsy is back!Grandfather and uncles hurried to the yard, and grandmother, smoking snuff desperately, followed behind like a big bear, and she became clumsy at such times.The children ran out too, and everyone happily unloaded the sledge.There are everything from chicken, duck to fish. Let you buy everything?The grandfather's sharp eyes glanced at the things on the sled and asked. I bought them all.Gypsy danced in the yard to keep warm, flapping his gloves. Grandfather severely reprimanded: Don't break the glove, it's money to buy!Have you got your change back? No. Grandfather took a turn around the sled: I see that you brought back a lot of things, it seems that some of them are not bought, right?I don't want that for you.He frowned and left. The two uncles rushed towards the sleigh enthusiastically, and took down fish, foie gras, veal leg and large pieces of meat. They whistled and weighed the weight: Good boy, it's all good things to buy! Uncle Mikhail jumped up and down as if on springs, sniffed here and there, squinted his eyes, and smacked his lips.Like his grandfather, he was thin, a little taller, and had dark hair. He copied his hands and asked Gypsy: How much did my father give you? Five rubles. I think these things are worth fifteen rubles!how much did you spend Four rubles and ten kopecks. Well, ninety kopeks went into your own pocket.Yakov, look how good this kid is at saving money. Yakov shivered in the cold air, blinked, smiled, and said: Vanya, please give us some vodka! Grandmother took off the harness and talked to the horse: Oh, my little boy, what's the matter?Kitten, are you naughty? The tall and strong Sharap shook his mane, rubbed his white teeth against his grandmother's shoulders, stared happily at his grandmother's clothes, and neighed in a low voice. Would you like some bread?Grandma stuffed a large piece of bread into its mouth, then put on her apron and picked up the crumbs under the horse's head.Watching it eat, my grandmother seemed to be lost in thought. Gypsy came over: Grandma, this horse is really smart! Get out, don't kiss ass here! My grandmother later explained to me that the gizzles were not bought as much as stolen: Your grandfather gave him five rubles, and he only bought three rubles, and he stole the rest of the ten rubles!He just likes to steal things.Like a joke, everyone praised him for his ability, and he tasted the sweetness. Who knew that he would develop the habit of stealing things!And your grandfather, who suffered from childhood, is very greedy now, money is more important than anything else, and seeing things come to his house for nothing, he is naturally overjoyed.and Mikhail and Yakov At this point, she waved her hand, took a sniff of snuff, and said again: Lionia, human affairs are like lace.And the lace weaver is a blind old woman, so you know what weaves!If someone catches a thief, he will be beaten to death!After a while of silence, she said again: Oh, where is the truth! The next day, I begged Gypsy not to steal again next time: Will people beat you to death? catch me?It's not that easy!I have sharp eyes and quick hands, and horses run fast! He smiled when he finished speaking.But immediately frowned again: I know stealing is bad and dangerous, but I just want to have fun and relieve boredom!I also don't want to save any money, and within a few days your uncles will take all the money in my hand.Just take it away, I'm full anyway, and money is useless. Suddenly he took my hand and said: Ah, you are very thin and your bones are very hard. You must have great strength when you grow up!You listen to me, learn the guitar, let Uncle Yakov teach you, you are still young, it will not be difficult to learn!Although you are small, you have a big temper.Do you dislike your grandfather? I don't know either.I don't like anyone in their family except the old lady, let the devil like them! Do you like me?Your surname is not Casale, your surname is Bishenkov, and you are from another family! He suddenly put his arms around me and said in a low voice: Oh, if I had a good voice, I could set people's hearts on fire!Well, let's go, little brother, I have to do my work! He put me on the floor, stuffed a handful of small nails into my mouth, and fastened a wet black cloth to a large square plank. This is the last time I talk to him.Not long after, he died. Here's the thing: There is a large oak cross in the yard, which has been standing for a long time against the fence.It was there when I first arrived.It was quite new then, yellow and yellow.But after autumn, the rain drenched it black.It exudes a bitter smell of oak, which is even more messy in the crowded and dirty yard. Uncle Yakov bought this cross, and he made a vow to carry it to the grave himself on the first anniversary of his wife's death. It was a day when winter had just entered, a very cold day with severe wind and snow.My grandmother and grandfather took their three grandchildren to the cemetery early in the morning. I made a mistake and was locked up at home.Two uncles in black fur coats lifted the cross from the wall. Gregory and another man placed the cross on Gypsy's shoulders.Gypsy staggered and stopped with his legs spread apart. How are you doing? Can you hold on?Gregory asked. I don't know, it seems heavy Uncle Mikhail cried out: Open the door quickly, blind man! Uncle Yakov said: Wanika, you're not ashamed, we're not as strong as you! Gregory opened the door and told Ivan: Be careful, don't burn out! Bald ass!Uncle Mikhail yelled in the street. People laughed.Everyone seemed happy to have the cross carried away.Gregory took me to the dyeing room, carried me to a pile of wool ready to be dyed, wrapped the wool around my shoulders, smelled the steam coming out of the pot, and said: Your grandfather may not beat you today, but I think his eyes are quite kind!Well, boy, I have been with your grandfather for thirty-seven years, and I know his affairs best.At first, we were friends and did business together.Later he became the boss because he was smart and I couldn't.But God is the wisest man, and even the wisest man becomes a fool when He smiles.Although you still don't know why others do or say that, you will gradually understand.Orphans suffer!Your father, Maxime.Savadeitch knows everything, he is a priceless treasure!That's why your grandfather didn't like him! I was very happy to hear Gregory babbling like this. The golden flames of the stove flushed my face, and the room was filled with misty steam, which rose to the planks of the roof and turned into gray frost. Looking up through the cracks in the roof, you can see A line of blue sky.The wind has subsided, the rain has stopped, the sun is shining brightly, and the sledges are walking on the street, making piercing honking.Cooking smoke rose leisurely, and light shadows slid across the snow, as if they were also telling something. The bearded Golegory is tall and thin, with a pair of big ears and no hat. He looks too much like a kind wizard.He stirred the paint and continued his conversation: To see everyone with integrity, even a dog, you have to treat everyone equally I looked up at him and felt very divine.The heavy-looking glasses were pressing on the bridge of his nose. Grandma was the same, with many blue bloodshots on the tip of her nose. Ah, wait a minute, something went wrong!He suddenly closed the furnace door with his foot, listened for a while, and then rushed into the yard with a stride.I also ran out. Gypsy was carried into the kitchen.He was lying on the floor, and the light from the window was divided by the panes, one fell on his face, on his chest, and the other on his legs.His eyebrows were raised, and there was a strange light on his forehead.His eyes stared at the ceiling motionlessly, only his dark purple lips moved, spitting out some red foam.Bright red blood flowed from his mouth to his face, down his neck, and finally to the floor, where he was soon completely soaked in blood.His legs were bent in agony, blood glued them to the floor.The floor was wiped clean, and the bright red blood flowed like a stream on it, crossing the rays of light, and flowing to the door. Gypsy was lying straight, only his fingers were still moving slightly, and the blood on the fingers glistened in the sun.The nurse Yevgonia put a thin candle into Ivan's hand, but Ivan couldn't hold it at all, and the candle fell down and fell into a pool of blood. Yevgonia picked up the candle, wiped it off with the corner of her skirt, and stuffed it into Ivan's hand.There was a lot of chatter, and I was a little unsteady, so I grabbed the knocker. Uncle Yakov walked back and forth tremblingly, whispering: He fell!Suppressed!Hit it on the back!When we saw that it was not good, we quickly threw away the cross, otherwise we would be smashed too.His face was ashen, his eyes were dull, and he was exhausted. Gregory roared: You smashed him to death! Yes, so what? you guys! The blood pooled on the edge of the threshold and gradually turned black.It seemed to bulge.The gypsy vomited blood bubbles non-stop, and hummed in a low voice, the voice became smaller and smaller, and the man fell down, hiding flatly, and stuck to the floor, as if he was about to sink into it. Uncle Yakov said in a low voice: Mikhail has gone to call Papa!I hired a carriage to bring him back!Alas, luckily I didn't carry it myself, otherwise Yevgonia was still putting the candle into Gypsy's hand, and the candle's tears dripped into his palm. Gregory roared: Come on, you just put the wax on the floor, idiot! right! Why!Take off his hat for him. The nanny took off Ivan's hat, and the back of his head hit the floor with a heavy bang.He tilted his head to one side, and more blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.At first, I waited for the gypsy to rest for a while, then got up, sat on the floor, spit and said: Bah, it's so hot But he didn't do it. The next day, he was still lying there, losing weight continuously.His face turned dark, he couldn't move his fingers, and there was no bloody froth on his mouth.Next to his cap and two ears, there are three candles, and the yellow flame flickers, shining on his unkempt hair. Yevgenia knelt on the ground and wept: my little dove, my little baby I felt very cold and very scared.He crawled under the table and hid.Grandfather walked in with heavy steps, wearing a raccoon down coat.Grandma, Uncle Mikhail, children, and many strangers in fur coats with fur-tailed collars poured in. The grandfather threw the fur coat violently on the ground and shouted: asshole!What a capable lad you have ruined!In a few years, he will be a priceless treasure! The fur coat on the floor blocked my view. I crawled outside and happened to touch my grandfather's feet.He kicked me, waved his fist at the uncles, and shouted: You jackals! The grandfather sat down on the stool, sobbed a few times, but did not shed tears: He is a thorn in your side, I know that!Oh, Vanuciga, why don't you know?idiot!what to do?Why does God dislike us so much, huh?old woman? The grandmother kept lying on the floor, groping for Ivan's face and body with both hands, rubbing his hands, staring into his eyes, she was so busy that she knocked down the candle. Finally, she stood up slowly, her face was livid, the same color as the clothes on her body, her eyes were wide open, and she growled horribly: roll!Get out, you wretched beast! Except for my grandfather, everyone obediently withdrew. That's how Gypsy died.They buried him without a sound. Later, people gradually forgot about him.