Where is the job fair in Xi?

Nine-year-old Fanka zhukov was sent to the shoemaker Ariadne as an apprentice three months ago. On Christmas Eve, he didn't lie down to sleep. He waited for the boss, the proprietress and some guys to go to church, so he took out a small bottle of ink and a rusty pen from the boss's closet, smoothed a crumpled white paper and wrote a letter.

Before writing the first word, he looked anxiously at the door and window, then glanced sideways at the dim statue, with two rows of shelves on both sides, and the shelves were filled with the last trees. He sighed, knelt in front of the workbench and spread the paper on the workbench.

"Dear Grandpa Konstantin McAuliffe," he wrote, "I am writing to you. Merry Christmas to you and God bless you. I have no parents, only you are a relative. "

Fanka looked at the black window, which reflected the dim shadow of candles; He imagined his grandfather Constantine McAuliffe, as if in front of him. Grandpa is the night watchman of Mr. Rifalovich's house. He is a funny little old man, 65 years old, always smiling and blinking. During the day, he always sleeps in the big kitchen. In the evening, he put on a wide sheepskin coat and knocked on the bangzi, walking around the villa. The old bitch Kahidanka and the male dog loach followed him with their heads down. Misgurnus anguillicaudatus is a very obedient and lovely dog. It is black and as long as the weasel, so it is called loach.

Now, grandpa must be standing at the gate, squinting at the bright red window of the country church. He must have stamped his foot in high felt boots, and his banger hung on his belt. He was huddled up with cold and shrugged his shoulders. ...

The weather is really good, sunny, windless, dry and cold. It was a moonless night, but the whole village-white roofs, plumes of smoke from chimneys, silvery white trees covered with thick frost, and snowdrifts-could be seen. The sky is full of happy twinkling stars. Tianhe looks very clear, as if someone polished it with snow for the festival. ...

Fanka sighed, dipped the pen tip and continued to write.

"I got a beating last night because I fell asleep unconsciously while shaking the cradle of their cubs. The boss grabbed my hair, dragged me into the yard and beat me with a belt. This week, the proprietress asked me to pick up a herring. When I picked it up from my tail, she picked it up and poked me in the face with its mouth. Those guys played a trick on me They asked me to go to the hotel for a drink. They asked me to steal the boss's cucumber. The boss picked up a guy and hit me. Where is the food? There's nothing. Eat some bread in the morning, porridge at noon and some bread at night; As for tea, only the boss eats and drinks by himself. They let me sleep in the aisle. As soon as their baby cries, I don't want to sleep, so I have to shake the cradle. Dear grandpa, have mercy and take me away from here and go back to our village home! I can't take it anymore! ..... I kneel for you, and I will always pray to God for you. Get me out of here or I'll die! ……"

Fanka skimmed her pie, rubbed her eyes with the back of her dirty hand and sobbed.

"I will rub the tobacco leaves for you," he continued. "I will pray to God for you. If I do something wrong, you can give me a good beating. If you're afraid I can't find a job, I can go to the housekeeper and, for God's sake, let me shine my shoes. Or I'll make Fichika promise to help him herd sheep. Dear grandpa, I can't stand it any more, only a dead end! ..... I want to run back to our village, but I have no shoes and am afraid of the cold. When I grow up, I will take care of you, and no one dares to bully you.

"Speaking of Moscow, this is a big city. These houses belong to gentlemen. There are more horses and fewer sheep, and dogs are not fierce at all. At Christmas, children here don't walk around with star lights, and people are not allowed to sing in the church choir. Once, I saw a fishhook seller with a fishing rod and fishing line in the window of a shop. You can catch all kinds of fish, which is very expensive. There is a giant catfish that can even weigh up to one pole. I also saw some shops selling all kinds of guns, just like our boss's guns. I think a gun is worth 100 rubles. There are marmots, partridges and rabbits in the butcher shop ... but where those things come from, the guys in the shop won't say.

"Dear Grandpa, when he hangs candy on the Christmas tree, please pick a golden walnut and hide it in my green box."

Fanka sighed sadly and stared at the window again. He remembers that grandpa always went to the Woods to cut down the Christmas tree, and grandpa always took him there. What a happy day! The frozen mountain forest chirps, grandpa coughs with a cold, and he coughs with it ... cutting down the Christmas tree, grandpa smokes a pipe first, smokes snuff for a while, and laughs with the frozen little Fanka for a while. ..... Many small fir trees covered with thick frost stood there motionless, waiting to see which one should die. Suddenly, a rabbit jumped out of nowhere and went through the snow like an arrow. Grandpa couldn't help crying. "Grab it, grab it, grab it!" Hey, short-tailed ghost! "

Grandpa dragged the cut tree back to the host's house and everyone began to decorate the tree.

"Come on, dear grandpa," Wanka went on to write, "I beg you to take me out of here for God's sake. Have pity on me, an unfortunate orphan. Everyone here hits me. I'm starving, I'm lonely, and I'm speechless. I always cry. One day, my boss hit me on the head with a shoe last. I fainted and finally woke up. My life is hopeless, even worse than a dog! ..... I greet Liao Na, one-eyed Igor, and the coachman. Don't let others take my little organs. Your grandson Ivan zhukov. Dear grandpa, come on! "

Fanka folded the paper full of words into four folds and put it in an envelope, which was bought by a Gaby the night before. He thought for a moment, dipped in ink and wrote down the address.

Grandpa in the country

Then he scratched his head, thought for a while, and added a few words.

Constantine Makarik

He was very satisfied that no one bothered him to write letters, so he put on his hat, didn't even wear a worn-out coat, only wore a shirt, and ran to the street ... The night before, he asked the butcher's people, and he told him that these letters should be left in the mailbox and distributed to all places by mail truck from there. There are three horses on the mail car, ringing the bell and sitting with a drunken postman. Fanka ran to the first mailbox and stuffed his precious letter into it.

An hour later, he fell asleep with sweet hope. In his dream, he saw a warm kang, and his grandfather sat on it, pulling his legs and reading his letters ... Loach walked around the kang, wagging his tail. ...