One night, after drinking tea, my grandfather and I sat down to read a poem. Grandma's regime was washing dishes when Uncle Yakov burst in. His messy hair is no different from ordinary people.
But I don't look right. He didn't say hello, also don't see who, threw his hat, waving his hands and went out:
"Dad, Misiga is crazy!"
"He ate an iron rice bowl at my place, probably drank two more cups, smashed tables and bowls, tore a piece of dyed woolen cloth into strips, smashed windows, and bullied me and Gregory endlessly!
"Now he's coming and says he's going to kill you! You must be careful ... "
Grandpa propped himself up slowly with his hands, his face wrinkled into an axe, and his eyes almost popped out:
"Did you hear that, old woman?"
"Yes, killed his father, his own son!
"At that time, at that time! Children ... "
He walked up and down the room with his shoulders. Suddenly, he closed the door with one hand, picked up a heavy hook and turned to Yakov:
"You don't want to get Valavaara's dowry? Isn't it?
Take it! "
He stretched out his thumb between his index finger and middle finger and reached under Yakov's nose-this is a sign of contempt!
Yakov made a look of injustice:
"Dad, it's none of my business!"
"It's none of your business. You know best what that is! "
Grandma said nothing. She is busy putting the teacups in the cupboard.
"I I'm here to protect you ..."
"Yes, protect me! Great, thank you, dad, good son!
"Old woman, give this fox a weapon, Yakov Vasiliev. As soon as your brother rushes in, you aim at his head and hit him! "
My uncle is hiding in the corner.
"Since you don't believe me, I will ..."
"Trust you?"
Grandpa stamped his foot and roared:
"To tell you, I believe in chickens, cats, dogs and rabbits, but you, I will wait and see!
"I know, you got him drunk, and you made him do it!
"Very well, you can do it, hit him or hit me!"
Grandma whispered to me:
"Quick, run to the small window above. Come down and tell us as soon as your uncle Mikhail appears! "
I am proud of this heavy responsibility.
I observed the street meticulously.
On the dusty and buried streets, pebbles are like swollen scars, and the swollen blisters nearby are getting bigger and bigger, extending to Ostroshnaya Square on the other side of the valley. The square is covered with dirt, and there is a prison on the dirt.
The prison is gray, and there is a watchtower in every corner, which is majestic and melancholy.
At one end of Sinaya Square, there is also a yellow detention center and a lead-gray fire watchtower.
A fireman on duty, like a dog on a chain, keeps walking back and forth.
There is also a stinky puddle called Jiukefu, which grandma said my uncles had thrown my father into one winter.
Looking back, facing the window is an alley, and at the end of the alley is a low three saints church.
The low roof washed by the autumn rain has already been covered with thick dust, and it is crowded like a beggar at the church gate. All the windows are staring, probably like me, waiting for something to happen.
There are not many pedestrians in the street, moving like cockroaches.
A strong smell rushed up and made me feel very disappointed. That's the smell of green onions and humengbu steamed buns.
I feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, my heart is pressed down and the wall is pushing me! Moreover, there seems to be nothing in the body supporting outward, and it is necessary to break the ribs and chest!
It's him, uncle Mikhail!
He appeared in the alley with his hat covering his ears and a big face.
He was wearing a brown coat and knee-length boots, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other touching his beard.
Look at him, he's murderous! I should run down to report at once, but I can't move anyway!
I saw him crawling to the pavilion. He was opening the door of the pavilion!
I flew down and knocked on grandpa's door.
"who?"
"me!"
"What, he went into the pavilion? Ok, you go! "
I'm scared there ... "
"Come on, stay!"
I had to go up and lie prone on the window again.