It's time for lunch Fanka rubbed his boss's whipped ass with a belt, beat his waist, picked up a bowl of gruel and plopped down his throat. And the boss and the proprietress! Then eat and drink in the living room, and the rich lunch on the dining table is full of fragrance, which makes people drool at first sight. Look, even the boss's dog ate the delicious giant catfish! Fanka looked at the boss and his lunch: the bowl of porridge that could be finished in one bite, and could not help but sigh. He recalled the good times he and his grandfather spent in the country. ...
"Smelly boy, still stare blankly after the meal, do you want to find a fight, never change! Don't give me work! " The angry boss cursed and raised the belt again. ...
Fanka is busy again. He kept thinking: Grandpa, why didn't you pick me up?
As night fell, Fanka touched her hungry belly and looked at the snowflakes flying outside the window.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa ..." Van Card was awakened by the little boy's crying, and the boss heard it: "You smelly boy, are you lazy? Make my little boy cry, happy! " "No, no ..." The boss wouldn't let Van Kar tell the difference. Like a mad dog, he slapped the belt on Van Kar's weak body.
Once again, I was beaten by a cruel boss, so that Fanka clearly knew that I couldn't stay in the shoemaker's shop and suffer any more, or I would be killed by the boss one day! He thought of running! He resolutely got up and rushed into the vast snow.
When the cold wind blows, people in the street are wrapped in thick cotton-padded jackets, while Fanka is wearing a thin rag with 5 or 6 patches. Where are the pants? Only half a pair. Because, the boss thinks that Fanka is sometimes too disobedient and can't get over being beaten, so he asks his beloved dog to pull Fanka's pants. Over time, Fanka's pants were pulled to half. Fanka has no socks and shoes. He can only walk in the cold street with bare feet dyed red by snow. Every now and then, Fanka has to tighten her belt. ...
Suddenly, a carriage flew past Fanka. Fanka didn't pay attention and suddenly fell in a pool of blood. "Whoops-"The carriage stopped. It turned out that the drunken postman drove the carriage into Fanka. Instead of getting off the bus to save Fanka, the postman said contemptuously to Fanka, "Poor child, you should die!" " Write a letter-no stamps, no address, who will send it to you! "With that, he tore, tore, tore, tore ... When his hand was raised and the wind blew, Fanka's letter to grandpa turned into thousands of butterflies, flying all over the sky ... Fanka gently let out a cry with his last breath:" Ye-Ye ... "With all his last strength, he picked up a piece of debris and put it on his chest and slowly died.
The sun rose, and the soft sunshine shone on Fanka's thin body. His lips are white, but there is a smile on his lips: he may be thinking that grandpa will definitely come to take him out of his misery. ...