一村里有个孤老头。他身体很坏很坏,靠编篮子啊、缝毡靴啊、看守农庄果园不让孩子进去啊过日子。很久以前,他从老远的什么地方到这村里来,可大家一眼就看到,他吃够了苦。他瘸着腿,头发过早地白了,还有道弯弯的深疤打颊帮一直通到了嘴唇。这一来,就算是笑吧,他那张脸看去也像是很悲伤,凶巴巴的。二有一回,一个叫小伊凡的孩子爬 A lonely old man in the village. His body is very bad and very bad, by making baskets, sewing felt boots, guarding orchards orchards do not let children go in and live. Long ago, he came from all over the place to the village, but we can see at a glance that he had enough to eat. He was limp, his hair prematurely white, and his curly cheeks chewing on his lips. This way, even laughing, his face looks like it is very sad, fiercely. Once in a while, a child named Ivan was climbing