Are everyone Russian? He is also Danish, German, American and Japanese. The yard of this world is so vast and so narrow.
It turned out that Gorky was not just a man who wore bark and shaved his beard, became an official in a socialist country and looked exactly like Stalin. When I was a child, I also had a familiar story, like an uncle in a neighbor's house. People who talk to each other and know each other laugh at each other with tears in their eyes. He has the same grandmother!
He told the story from the beginning. People spent some nights like * * *. He unscrewed the bottle of vodka intermittently, thinking about what to do. All right, doll, the story is over. The story of the doll ended, and then it was a little cruel. The doll was brought into this world.
Someone begged, hey, uncle, stop for a while, let's talk about the front, let's not talk about cruelty.
He stared at the past, pretending to be serious, and said, what, you don't think pioneers are cruel? Then you don't understand!
The people below fell silent.
Yes, was it cruel at first? From the doll's eyes, poems, bibles and jokes are mixed into one chapter; Angels, saints, heroes and people around them embrace each other. They are first stored in grandma's stomach and come out one by one every night. Later, I lived in front of him and entered his mind.
But what does it feel like to have so many lively people in your stomach? Is it panic? But grandma can manage people. Whoever she asked to come out came out, and the people who were asked to line up stood in a row.
Gorky also learned this skill. But that's not the best part. It's strange that Russians are born to tell stories? Dostoevsky, Chekhov, Nikolai Gogol and even pedants like Tolstoy can sometimes tell touching stories. What kind of personality is this?
Finally, Gorky said that grandma loves those people and the people in her belly, whether they are saints, imps, rogues, thieves, sons or enemies, daughters or spurned women-she has compassion. She also feels sorry for herself and doesn't compete with anyone, because in her eyes, no one can say that it is wrong, and it is not easy for everyone. "Everything is good in God's world." When people were young, they cried like Gorky: Is even a world like ours good? Yes, it's a world like ours, a world that looks chaotic. There are gods on the table, kids under the table, thieves inside the door and relatives outside the door-a world where people beat each other, abuse each other, hug and cry. The world is actually very good, as Paul said-very good!
Why on earth is this? Why on earth is God either silent or angry? Why does God split in two? One is the judge who scares the grandfathers, is extremely harsh and has to obey, but always offends them. The other is to let grandmothers pour out their bitterness and tenderness and talk about their short relatives. From their eyes, the doll looked at this for a while, looked at that for a while, and finally swallowed it. Stumbling into this world with fear and hope, evil and kindness, ugliness and beauty. It's like a scene of gratitude, but it's not a scene.
At this time, the people who made peace and listened were silent, and they remembered the people who walked off the stage together-the background must be crowded with people! There is no protagonist, no walk-on, and everyone pushes and touches, which is very kind. The clown wiped the paint off his face with a paper ball, and the martial artist put down his equipment. There is a woman who is responsible for reading monologues. She cried for a long time until she was out of breath. Now she sat down quietly and coaxed the baby in her arms. Children can't run and make trouble, just like chickens are gathered.
What are they waiting for?
The doll still wants to stick to grandma and listen to her again. But she just said, "Come on, go to school ..." She just said:
-"honey, you have to remember, don't interfere in adults' affairs! Adults are being tested by God. They all failed in their studies, but you didn't. You should live according to the children's ideas. Wait for God to enlighten you and embark on the life path he has arranged for you, understand? "
He watched people looking down at the earth from the sky, and sometimes he burst into tears and cried,' My little people, dear people, how I pity you?' "
Then she cried and prayed. ...
The doll seems to understand. He only felt that he was torn in half by two gods. It's like he was torn in half by the world in front of him. Half dark and half bright. Sadness is sometimes sweet and greasy, and honey will flow from the wound; The singer will suddenly put down the piano in his hand and beat his chest and cry-"What day is this? I am a dirty bastard! "
People are still crawling on the earth, laughing, cursing, crying and praying. The doll wants to hear an answer and a clear "why", but her parents and grandmother both died, or just got into his stomach. He seems to be running towards the end of a ballad or the beginning of another story; The dead called him; The half-bright and half-dark future attracts him; The stern and kind God looked at him silently. He stamped his foot and said to the person in his stomach, be quiet first! Come back when I have a look!
Yes, this is the trilogy. It will always be a trilogy, as if one person's story can be finished in three chapters; This road is completed in three steps; In childhood, prime of life and old age, God will not favor anyone. It's all dolls in private. They know nothing, and they know nothing. They thought and thought, asked and asked. I hope god is grandma's, not a terrible old man who blows his beard and stares.
He said to himself, "I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob. I really take care of you, and I have seen how the Egyptians treat you. I also said that I would bring you out of the misery of Egypt and go to the land of Canaanites, Hittites, Amorites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites, a land flowing with milk and honey. 」
Someone begged and said, Lord, stop for a while, let's talk about the front first, let's not talk about the cruelty first
So he said, well, just try it and go for a walk. Go to the earth, go to the earth.
A big curtain hung down to cover the pioneers. A small human figure, clumsy, curious, brave and timid, ran to the center of the stage and whispered, wait for me, I will come as soon as I see it.
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