The famous Russian novelist Chekhov created a down town by the township as apprentices, 9 year old boy, situated on a work in "all cards". Tells the tragic life of childhood here. After reading my tears, I can't be quiet for a long time.
     Here is an orphan, only grandpa one. Grandpa is also due to economic difficulties, had to be 9 years old here to the city as an apprentice. Situated in the city alone, has been bullied. He was tortured - the boss hit him, and the food was poor, but there was no one to sympathize with him.
     Situated at the head of the letter said: "I have no father and no mother, only one of your relatives." This shows that here is an orphan, lost the love of parents, the only ones - the poor old grandpa. Here is how poor, how unfortunate ah! The text also presents a real here at the boss's house being beaten, starved and cold situation, and why beaten? What do you use? How do you play? What do you eat for a meal? What are the specific written out. Here with such a dog's life at the boss's house, inspired me to Fanka misadventure of sympathy, the evil of the Russian ruling class really is murderous! The text also wrote, "dear grandfather, be merciful, take me out of here and go home, go back to the village!" I can't stand it any longer... I have no hope for my life, not even a dog. " Here for grandpa to bring him back to the village to a few words, these words piercing, copy from rolia. Where the card has become intolerable, life without hope, only a dead end. How cruel it is to exploit and oppress the working people by the reactionary rulers. I must cherish this perfect life, study hard, and strive to grow up all toiling big swollen days!!
     In my childhood and childhood here, like a new society and an old society. When I was nine, I was happy, good and fun; there were many good friends around me, very free, and can do what they love to do. Hand clothing to eat a ready-cooked meal what do not have to worry about that; my childhood is like a colorful shell riotous with colour. I have been to many places and have seen a lot of beautiful scenery. My childhood is like a string of notes and can play a beautiful piece of music. My childhood always babbling, sometimes while he created music while dancing; my childhood like a diary found, every day can find different things, to learn and grow in happiness.