The melancholy in his eyes is very similar to his mother's, and his personality is gentle.
His teeth are so distinctive that he can't hold them in his mouth. They are all exposed. He often entertains himself if others like.
He is always alone, sitting in a dark corner, or sitting at the window at night.
It's interesting to sit with him, often without saying a word for an hour.
We sat by the window side by side, watching the sunset glow in the western sky and the black crows hovering on the golden roof of Usconier Church.
Crows fly around, covering the dark red sky for a while, and flying somewhere for a while, leaving an empty sky.
Seeing all this, I don't want to say a word. A kind of happiness and a kind of sweet melancholy filled my intoxicated heart.
Let's follow the warm and smooth river of words created by Gorky, catch those trickles, think with your heart, feel with your heart, and a charming "grandma" will stand in front of you and smile at you. ...
When I (Gorky) woke up, opened my hazy eyes and saw my grandmother combing her thick hair, a conversation began.
When my grandmother doesn't listen to my voice, she looks fierce. "Her lips were crooked and her black eyes shone with anger." When I asked why my hair was so long, my grandmother immediately changed her appearance and "said it in a warm and soft tone like yesterday". Grandma always talks to me in such a warm and soft tone.
What a cheerful person he is to say that his long hair is God's punishment for himself and laugh at himself with humor. "You go to sleep, it's still early-the sun wakes up after a sleep ..." Just like a kind old man in the fairy tale world said. You can imagine the smile on her face and feel her relaxed and harmonious tone.
"I don't want to sleep!" The exclamation point shows my firmness, my freedom in front of my grandmother, and even a little presumptuous. For my words, my grandmother immediately agreed that "if you don't want to sleep, don't sleep well." This is how my grandmother respects me-the wish of a child! Her ordinary words, like sunshine outside the window, warm my young heart.
"How did you break the milk bottle yesterday? Keep your voice down! " Grandma's question implied gentle reproach, but more concern. My grandmother didn't even ask me to keep my voice down when I was talking. She was not angry at all when I shouted, but now she asks me to keep my voice down. She talked, combed her hair and looked at the sofa. My mother fell asleep on the sofa! Oh, my grandmother doesn't want my mother to know about it, and she doesn't want me to be scolded by my mother. Grandma is really my good friend. So I immersed myself in grandma's gentle words and looked at her quietly. ...