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Childhood - ebook
This work is about how black stripes always alternate with white. Oh grief. Oh happiness. On the formation of the child as a person. About the first feelings, sensations and emotions. About first love, about children’s love and just about love. About how a child learns his mind, for the first time experiences one of the most terrible events of his life – the death of his mother, about how he first feels one of the most beautiful and bright feelings – his first love, about how he feels affection, grief.
| Kategoria: | Classic Literature |
| Język: | Angielski |
| Zabezpieczenie: |
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| ISBN: | 978-83-8200-533-2 |
| Rozmiar pliku: | 3,0 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
Contents
I. THE TUTOR, KARL IVANITCH
II. MAMMA
III. PAPA
IV. LESSONS
V. THE IDIOT
VI. PREPARATIONS FOR THE CHASE
VII. THE HUNT
VIII. WE PLAY GAMES
IX. A FIRST ESSAY IN LOVE
X. THE SORT OF MAN MY FATHER WAS
XI. IN THE DRAWING-ROOM AND THE STUDY
XII. GRISHA
XIII. NATALIA SAVISHNA
XIV. THE PARTING
XV. CHILDHOOD
XVI. VERSE-MAKING
XVII. THE PRINCESS KORNAKOFF
XVIII. PRINCE IVAN IVANOVITCH
XIX. THE IWINS
XX. PREPARATIONS FOR THE PARTY
XXI. BEFORE THE MAZURKA
XXII. THE MAZURKA
XXIII. AFTER THE MAZURKA
XXIV. IN BED
XXV. THE LETTER
XXVI. WHAT AWAITED US AT THE COUNTRY-HOUSE
XXVII. GRIEF
XXVIII. SAD RECOLLECTIONSI. THE TUTOR, KARL IVANITCH
On the 12th of August, 18–(just three days after my tenth birthday, when I had been given such wonderful presents), I was awakened at seven o’clock in the morning by Karl Ivanitch slapping the wall close to my head with a fly-flap made of sugar paper and a stick. He did this so roughly that he hit the image of my patron saint suspended to the oaken back of my bed, and the dead fly fell down on my curls. I peeped out from under the coverlet, steadied the still shaking image with my hand, flicked the dead fly on to the floor, and gazed at Karl Ivanitch with sleepy, wrathful eyes. He, in a parti-coloured wadded dressing-gown fastened about the waist with a wide belt of the same material, a red knitted cap adorned with a tassel, and soft slippers of goat skin, went on walking round the walls and taking aim at, and slapping, flies.
“Suppose,” I thought to myself, “that I am only a small boy, yet why should he disturb me? Why does he not go killing flies around Woloda’s bed? No; Woloda is older than I, and I am the youngest of the family, so he torments me. That is what he thinks of all day long–how to tease me. He knows very well that he has woken me up and frightened me, but he pretends not to notice it. Disgusting brute! And his dressing-gown and cap and tassel too–they are all of them disgusting.”
While I was thus inwardly venting my wrath upon Karl Ivanitch, he had passed to his own bedstead, looked at his watch (which hung suspended in a little shoe sewn with bugles), and deposited the fly-flap on a nail, then, evidently in the most cheerful mood possible, he turned round to us.
“Get up, children! It is quite time, and your mother is already in the drawing-room,” he exclaimed in his strong German accent. Then he crossed over to me, sat down at my feet, and took his snuff-box out of his pocket. I pretended to be asleep. Karl Ivanitch sneezed, wiped his nose, flicked his fingers, and began amusing himself by teasing me and tickling my toes as he said with a smile, “Well, well, little lazy one!”
For all my dread of being tickled, I determined not to get out of bed or to answer him, but hid my head deeper in the pillow, kicked out with all my strength, and strained every nerve to keep from laughing.
“How kind he is, and how fond of us!” I thought to myself. “Yet to think that I could be hating him so just now!”
I felt angry, both with myself and with Karl Ivanitch, I wanted to laugh and to cry at the same time, for my nerves were all on edge.
“Leave me alone, Karl!” I exclaimed at length, with tears in my eyes, as I raised my head from beneath the bed-clothes.
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I. THE TUTOR, KARL IVANITCH
II. MAMMA
III. PAPA
IV. LESSONS
V. THE IDIOT
VI. PREPARATIONS FOR THE CHASE
VII. THE HUNT
VIII. WE PLAY GAMES
IX. A FIRST ESSAY IN LOVE
X. THE SORT OF MAN MY FATHER WAS
XI. IN THE DRAWING-ROOM AND THE STUDY
XII. GRISHA
XIII. NATALIA SAVISHNA
XIV. THE PARTING
XV. CHILDHOOD
XVI. VERSE-MAKING
XVII. THE PRINCESS KORNAKOFF
XVIII. PRINCE IVAN IVANOVITCH
XIX. THE IWINS
XX. PREPARATIONS FOR THE PARTY
XXI. BEFORE THE MAZURKA
XXII. THE MAZURKA
XXIII. AFTER THE MAZURKA
XXIV. IN BED
XXV. THE LETTER
XXVI. WHAT AWAITED US AT THE COUNTRY-HOUSE
XXVII. GRIEF
XXVIII. SAD RECOLLECTIONSI. THE TUTOR, KARL IVANITCH
On the 12th of August, 18–(just three days after my tenth birthday, when I had been given such wonderful presents), I was awakened at seven o’clock in the morning by Karl Ivanitch slapping the wall close to my head with a fly-flap made of sugar paper and a stick. He did this so roughly that he hit the image of my patron saint suspended to the oaken back of my bed, and the dead fly fell down on my curls. I peeped out from under the coverlet, steadied the still shaking image with my hand, flicked the dead fly on to the floor, and gazed at Karl Ivanitch with sleepy, wrathful eyes. He, in a parti-coloured wadded dressing-gown fastened about the waist with a wide belt of the same material, a red knitted cap adorned with a tassel, and soft slippers of goat skin, went on walking round the walls and taking aim at, and slapping, flies.
“Suppose,” I thought to myself, “that I am only a small boy, yet why should he disturb me? Why does he not go killing flies around Woloda’s bed? No; Woloda is older than I, and I am the youngest of the family, so he torments me. That is what he thinks of all day long–how to tease me. He knows very well that he has woken me up and frightened me, but he pretends not to notice it. Disgusting brute! And his dressing-gown and cap and tassel too–they are all of them disgusting.”
While I was thus inwardly venting my wrath upon Karl Ivanitch, he had passed to his own bedstead, looked at his watch (which hung suspended in a little shoe sewn with bugles), and deposited the fly-flap on a nail, then, evidently in the most cheerful mood possible, he turned round to us.
“Get up, children! It is quite time, and your mother is already in the drawing-room,” he exclaimed in his strong German accent. Then he crossed over to me, sat down at my feet, and took his snuff-box out of his pocket. I pretended to be asleep. Karl Ivanitch sneezed, wiped his nose, flicked his fingers, and began amusing himself by teasing me and tickling my toes as he said with a smile, “Well, well, little lazy one!”
For all my dread of being tickled, I determined not to get out of bed or to answer him, but hid my head deeper in the pillow, kicked out with all my strength, and strained every nerve to keep from laughing.
“How kind he is, and how fond of us!” I thought to myself. “Yet to think that I could be hating him so just now!”
I felt angry, both with myself and with Karl Ivanitch, I wanted to laugh and to cry at the same time, for my nerves were all on edge.
“Leave me alone, Karl!” I exclaimed at length, with tears in my eyes, as I raised my head from beneath the bed-clothes.
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