Sasha Parkhomenko Symbolism saw suffering, from everywhere on the people. His native village Makarov Yar was settled three hundred years ago by exile, and as the unfair and cruel life began, and continued. The village was in Lozhbin. Around, fathom in a hundred, hills rose. In one place they spread out, and in the light violent one could go into a wide and spacious steppe. But in the steppe, life was not wide and not spacious.
The steppe and all the estates on this side of the Donets belong to the landowner Ilyenko. On the other side of the river is a large and cheerful forest. But this forest belongs to the Cossacks, and they do not even allow brushwood to collect the Makarovites. The storyteller - Bondar Eremin lived in the Makari Yar. Children loved him. Bondar went to the forest to dine vines, and the Cossacks beat him there so that he died five days later. Having chased the steppe of oxen in the steppe, the landowner will take and impose a fine. That’s why Yakov Parkhomenko, Sasha’s father, did not like to engage in economics, but was hunting either with groats or horses. Helping his father to feed the nag, Sasha fell in love with the horses and immediately, when he himself began to earn money, bought the book “Horse Care”.
But while he reached this book, it was hard to live. When he grew up, he worked as a drove as an oxen.
Going down the polling station, he looked back at the road. Warm dust flushed. Shagal the shutdown of the oxen. The road led to Lugansk. There, his grandfather worked as a whirlpool, selling each bucket of a penny. (p. 14-15.)
Career
“Let me go to Lugansk, Dad,” Sasha said to his father. - I want to be a whiling. I will accumulate ten rubles.
“Twelve would have accumulated rubles for you,” said Yakov dreamily, giving his son theft and grandfather's address.
Grandfather determined him in a sausage institution for three rubles per month on the master's grunts.
“Sausage is not water, you can’t spoil its carelessness,” said the grandfather.
Sasha Parkhomenko walked through the streets with a basket, shouting:
- Sausages, good sausages!
And when his grandfather met him, he bought sausages for a nickle and, loudly champing, said:
- conscientious sausage institution. Sala in moderation.
Sasha was thin, but strong and healthy.
The cooks admired his pink and bold face and said in one voice: "To be you, Sasha, to a conserva."
“Not otherwise, Sasha, how to keep a WHO!”
Mrs. Yaroslavova saw a dexterity and invited him to go to the wipers. Sasha was given a sheepskin coat, enormous boots, a pot, two dogs and promised to vodka on the twelve holidays. Once in the spring he stood at the gate. The engineer Leberen from the Kamenovatsky mine passed by.
“How old are you, janitor?” The engineer asked.
- Fourteen.
- In terms of growth, you are twenty. So, it is time to understand that the janitor has no perspective. Go to me - the food is excellent and ten rubles of salary. You will be called Serge. (P. 15–18.)
Ten years later
Rubinstein spoke in the blacksmith. The faint light of the horn allowed him to make out his incredibly wide shoulders on a short body, short but strong legs, olive face, cloud spots of short eyebrows, a sloping stubborn forehead.
Commissioner Rubinstein said Parkhomenko:
- The commander of one of the mouths comes up to me and says: “In the near future you are foreseen for good glory as a fighter and leader. But your last name, Rubinstein, is difficult to remember ordinary people. And this can prevent the spread of glory about the revolutionary details of our regiment. ”
The commissar submitted finely painted paper to Voroshilov.
- Worker? - asked Voroshilov, reading the paper.
- Worker. Locksmith. By nationality - a Jew.
“Nationality does not concern us,” said Parkhomenko. - Class origin and courage are important to us.
“In this case, nationality plays a role,” said Voroshilov. - Especially Jewish. Are you asking for the fourteenth? To Parkhomenko? And you know, comrade, that there are many newcomers from white Cossacks? The Cossacks at Denikin and Krasnov were affected by anti -Semitic agitation. They need to be approached skillfully.
“I understand,” said the young man with an olive face. - So I wish to clarify and show that the working people of the Jews are as bold as the workers of the Russians.
A few days later, Rubinstein was appointed a political worker in the 3rd brigade. (Pp. 396–398.)
Twenty years later
In the middle of the summer of 1924, a timid young man in a long, fierce leather, should be from the elder’s shoulder, entered the Big House on the Vozdvizhenka, where the Central Committee of the RCP (b) was then. It was Vanya, the eldest son of Alexander Parkhomenko.
In a large room, several secretaries celebrated those who wanted to see Stalin.
In the doorway, upholstered in oilcloth, the secretary appeared. He went to the young man and said:
- Vanya Parkhomenko, I ask you to Comrade Stalin.
Stalin looked at Vanya, as if looking for the features of his father in him, and then said:
- Your father was a wonderful person and revolutionary. Presumably, the homeland will remember his name.
He understood that if the fathers die in the struggle, the children remain, and then the people are being made by the father. The people are immortal, take his own, win. Isn't it, Comrade Parkhomenko?! (Pp. 565–566.)
Printed by the publication: Vsevolod Ivanov. Parkhomenko. Novel. Selected works in 2 volumes. Volume 2.M.: Fiction, 1954.