A. My grandmother, who was over sixty years old, met me when I was three or four years old. My father died, my younger brother was born, and my father was buried in a land city.
My grandmother asked me to cry, but I couldn't cry. The Volga River flowed quietly, the autumn air was crisp, and the autumn colors on both sides were thick, a scene before harvest.
B. Uncle Yakov and Uncle Mikhail fought over the family property all day long, and they quarreled almost as soon as they met. One of them beat his wife to death.
When they saw my mother and me, they were afraid that my mother and I would take away the family property, so they quarreled even more fiercely.
C. Grandma and grandfather each talked about their own difficult life experiences. Both of them were orphans who lost their fathers early in life, and both used to beg on the streets with their mothers.
Later, they all became self-reliant by being smart, capable, hard-working, and finally earned their current well-off family together.
D. My good friend Uncle Peter is a coachman and often tells me stories, although his storytelling skills are much worse than those of my grandmother and grandfather.
I have a friendship with the "three young masters", and I have a good impression and envy of the three young masters.
E. Family life after mother returns, mother's interactions with some young men, cousin Sasha's truancy and escape.
My cousin and I are both poor orphans. He has no biological mother and his stepmother is not good to him. Grandma told me about my father’s life experience and my parents’ marriage.
F. My grandfather and grandmother lived separately, and I made a living by picking up rags. A few children and I went to the river to steal wooden boards and sell them for money.
The difficult life and friendship of these friends, my mother died, and finally, I had to go to the "human world".