My Childhood Maxim Gorky

ISBN: 9781150274558

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188 pages


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My Childhood  by  Maxim Gorky

My Childhood by Maxim Gorky
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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1915. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XII ONE day I fell asleepMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher.

1915. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XII ONE day I fell asleep before the evening, and when I woke up I felt that my legs had waked up too. I put them out of bed, and they became numb again- but the fact remained that my legs were cured and that I should be able to walk.

This was such glorious news that I shouted for joy, and put my feet to the floor with the whole weight of my body on them. I fell down, but I crawled to the door and down the staircase, vividly representing to myself the surprise of those downstairs when they should see me. I do not remember how I got into mothers room on my knees- but there were some strangers with her, and one, a dried-up old woman in green, said sternly, drowning all other voices: Give him some raspberry syrup to drink, and cover up his head.

She was green all over: her dress, and hat, and her face, which had warts under the eyes- even the tufts of hair on the warts were like grass. Letting her lower lip droop, she raised the upper one and looked at me with her green teeth, covering her eyes with a hand in a black thread mitten. Who is that? I asked, suddenly growing timid. Grandfather answered in a disagreeable voice: Thats another grandmother for you. Mother, laughing, brought Eugen Maximov to me.

And here is your father She said something rapidly which I did not understand, and Maximov, with twinkling eyes, bent towards me and said: I will make you a present of some paints. The room was lit up very brightly- silver candelabra, holding five candles each, stood on the table, and between them was placed grandfathers favorite icon-- Mourn not for me, Mother. The pearls with which it was set gave forth an intermittent brilliancy as the lights played on them flickeringly, and the gems in the golden crown shone radiantly- heavy, roun...



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