Biography of Canvas

Unrelated Fedor Sologub. Moscow: New literary review, falling from thethe. The first glimpse of consciousness is in the carriage.

In the country. Left on a wide bench. A walk with a father near the lake in the country. He hides a stick from me. The cake, huge, with my palm, - barely held in his hands. He fell on him and crushed him. I go with my father on the embankment. Father's overcoat, large, black. Room, two windows. Between them on the table, the father sews. Behind the partition the bedroom.

The death of the father. He lay down on chairs and cried. A sign with scissors on a cross1. In the apartment in the house of Wagenheim2. Too pure boy is a German. Boy Vitya. He broke the nail. I was painfully carved. Gentlemen are not people. Aunt Olympics. Someone else. How Semyon buried me. In the lane Lane3. Hit the back of the head on the ice. My simplicity: distribution of pictures.

He gave the mittens to the boy to hold. Atot stole them. Mother went to look for me. Then flogging. Gardens and rods in the lane. Grandfather Agapov. Small robe. In the house of Severov5. The first candy read without warehouses. Found on the street. General and my delight. The rods in Severov’s house twice. My red face. Rods in the house of Dukhovsky6, often. Grandmother's mouthpiece.

Smokes and walks around the room. Under the pretext that they went to the shop. I carry a bottle with wooden oil, they cooled. I inadvertently leaned around the corner,-trouble, my grandmother will see, I have to go home. Fear Tonyushin8. And I was carved. The fables of Krylov. Reading aloud. Fight on the street. Do not give back. Orange in the toilet. Family of the Stuarts. And enormous nails nasty to me.

My torment when teaching letters. Screams of grandmother. Mother leads me away. The sticker of the postage brand on the letter, which I myself demolished Vitberg. I bought it in a petty shop. At first they laughed, then carved. Dukhovsky's house. Stormy scene of the expulsion of Vitberg. Elena Ivanovna brought me to school9. At home in the evening for sparkling. Parish school. A full -time caretaker, fat, small, in a vitzmund.

She screams screams on the huts: - I’ll get everyone around! Shards of the candy. A gift to their Vlasov. Consumption and kind. The first class of the district school. A grunting voice. Red nose. He hits his cheeks. The law teacher himself came to hire. The perfume is raspberry. In the first case of pranks or laziness, Peter P. was called by their parents, they were seized and asked and henceforth do the same.

Then they were already slaughtered without long certificates. So it was with me. Pun over the street. Punishment with rods in the overcoat, me and Tabunov. Then you, then you. Schalry to Vladimir Banbrat. Coffee instead of lunch. Hidden cigarette. The garden at the palace. He jumped with the boys. Unfulfilled promise to buy apples. During hair cutting. A barefoot boy, a son of a maid of some kind.

Vitbergs went to buy him something. Vitbergs look at each other. I broke the thermometer. Cruel flogging.