Chapter 6 dad

dad Chekhov Mother, who was as slender as a Dutch herring, went to the study to find father, who was fat and round as a beetle, and coughed outside the door.As soon as she went in, a servant girl jumped off her father's lap, slipped behind the curtain and hid herself.Mama didn't mind the fact, because she was used to seeing little weaknesses like this in Papa, and seeing them from the point of view that any wise wife of a husband who understands civilization should have. "My bun," she said, sitting down on Papa's lap, "I've come to talk to you, my dear. Wipe your lips, and I'll kiss you."

Dad squinted his eyes and wiped his lips with his sleeve. "What's the matter with you?" he asked. "That's right, little father. What shall we do with our son?" "What happened?" "Don't you know? Oh my God! How careless you fathers are. It's terrible! If you don't want to... you can't be a good husband, you should at least be a good father !" "There you go again. I've heard that a thousand times!" Dad made an impatient movement, and Mom almost fell off Dad's lap. "You men are all like this, you just don't like to listen to the truth."

"Are you telling the truth, or are you talking about your son?" "Forget it, forget it, I won't talk about it. ... Xiao Yuanbing, our son has brought back bad grades from school again." "Oh, so what?" "How about what? You know, then he can't take the test! He can't go to the fourth grade!" "If you don't get promoted, you won't get promoted. It's not a big deal. Just study hard and don't be naughty at home." "But you know, little father, he's fifteen! Still in the third grade at that age? Guess what, he's got two points for that damn arithmetic.

...Hey, what does this look like? " "Should have given him a beating, that would be decent!" Mom reached out her little finger to touch Dad's fat lips, and she felt herself frowning coquettishly. "No way, Xiaoyuanbing, don't talk about punishment with me. ... This cannot be blamed on our son. ... There must be someone playing tricks here. ... Our son, we don't need false modesty, we are quite smart , it is impossible not to understand this stupid arithmetic. He understands it all, and understands it very well, I am sure of that!" "He pretends to know, that's all! He just needs to be less mischievous and more educated. . . . Sit down in your chair, my little mother. . . . I think you should sit in my chair." It’s not comfortable on the knee either.”

Mama jumped off Papa's lap, and she felt herself walking like a swan toward the armchair. "My God, what heartlessness!" she said, seated in the armchair, and closing her eyes. "Yeah, you don't like your son! Our son is so good, so smart, so beautiful. . . . That's someone's trick, trick! No, he shouldn't repeat a grade. I won't allow that!" "Since this bad boy is poor at school, you have to let him go. ... Oh, you mothers! ... Forget it, you go, I have something ... to do here. ..." Dad asked Turning around at the table, he lowered his head, approached a piece of paper, and at the same time squinted at the door curtain like a dog looking at a dish.

"Little father, I won't go...I won't go! I know I'm annoying you, but you have to bear with me....Little father, you must go to the arithmetic teacher's house and ask him to give our son Give him a good grade.... You should tell him that our son is good at arithmetic, but he is in poor health, so he won't please everyone. You have to push the teacher. The big man can do it Going to the third grade again? Do your best, Pie! Guess what, Sofya Nikolaevna thinks our son looks like Paris!" "That sounds very honorable to me, but I'm not going! I don't have time for fooling around."

"No, you have to go, little father!" "I'm not going. . . . I mean what I say. . . . Yes, go, my darling. . . . Here, I have something to do here. . . . " "You must go!" Mom stood up and raised her throat. "I will not go!" "You have to go!!" cried the mother, "if you won't go, if you won't spare your only son, then..." screamed the mother, pointing at door curtain. ... Dad suddenly became embarrassed, flustered, hummed for no reason, and quickly took off his casual clothes. ... Whenever his mother pointed at the door curtain to him, he was always tongue-tied and turned into a complete idiot.He backed down.They called their son and asked him to tell the story.But the son got angry, frowned, furrowed his forehead, and said that he knew more about arithmetic than the teacher. As for the fact that only schoolgirls, sons of rich families, and sycophants can score five points in this world, that's no wonder he.Weeping, he gave the arithmetic teacher's address in detail.Dad shaved his beard, picked up a comb and combed a few hairs on his bald head, dressed up very well, and set off to "feel their only son".

As is customary with most fathers, he broke into the arithmetic teacher's house unannounced.If you go straight in without being notified like this, you can't see anything, and you can't hear anything!He was just in time to hear the teacher say to his wife: "I've paid too much for you, Ariadne! . . . There's no end to your capricious demands!" He grabbed the teacher's neck and said, "Forgive me! I didn't spend anything on you, but I value you!" Pa found the teacher's wife very pretty, and she would not be so charming if she was well dressed.

"Hello!" He said, walked up to the couple nonchalantly, stopped, touched the heels of his shoes, and saluted.The teacher froze for a moment, the teacher's wife blushed and ran to the next room. "I'm sorry," Dad said with a smile, "I, maybe, that ... bothered you somewhat. ... I understand that. ... How are you? It's my honor to introduce myself. ... You see You have to understand that I am not a mediocre person. ...Anyway, he can be considered an old officer. ……Hahaha!But don't panic! " In order to be polite, the teacher forced a smile on his face and pointed to the chair with his finger.

Dad turned around abruptly and sat down on the chair. "I," he went on, pulling out his gold pocket watch to open the teacher's eyes, "I've come to talk to you. . . . well, yes . . . You, of course, will forgive me. . . . I'm not good at speaking politely. . . . We, you know, are all ignorant people.Hahaha.Did you go to college? " "Yes, read it." "So it is! . . . yes, it's so warm today . . . You, Ivan Fedoritch, gave my little boy two points. . . . . . . . . ...But that's all right, you know. . . . Whoever gets what they deserve. . . . You know, this kind of thing is always unpleasant. Doesn't my son know arithmetic?"

"What shall I tell you? It's not that he doesn't understand, but, you know, he doesn't care. Yes, he's a poor learner." "But why is he such a poor student?" The instructor's eyes widened. "What's a why?" he said. "Because he's a poor student, don't worry." "Come on, Ivan Fedoritch! My son is working very hard. I am teaching him myself. . . . He stays up every night. . . . He understands everything. ...Oh, he can't help being naughty sometimes. ...But having said that, it is because of youth after all. ...Who among us has never been young?I'm not bothering you, am I? "" Well, where are you talking? ... I'm even grateful to you. . . . You fathers are the honored guests of our teachers. ... On the other hand, it shows that you have a lot of confidence in us.Ultimately, what matters most is trust. " "Of course. . . . The most important thing is that we don't interfere in this kind of thing. . . . So my son won't be able to make it to the fourth grade?" "Yes. You know, his overall assessment throughout the year, not only the subject of arithmetic, got two points." "Then I might as well go to the other teachers. Oh, what about arithmetic? Hehehe! . . . Can you change it?" "I can't, sir!" smiled the instructor. "I can't do it!...I have always wanted your son to be promoted. I have tried my best, but your son is careless and even said contradictory words....I had a very tense fight with him several times." "Young! What can I do? Just change it to three points and forget it." "I can't do it!" "Why, it's a trifle! . . What are you talking about with me? It's as if I don't know what can and can't be done. It can be done, Ivan Fedoritch! " "I can't do it! What will the other students with two points say! It's not fair to change this kind of thing. Really, I can't do it!" Dad winked. "It can be done, Ivan Fedoritch! Let's not talk any more! This is not the kind of nonsense for three hours. . . . Please tell me that, in your opinion, the learned What is fairness from a human point of view? After all, we know what your fairness is. Hehehe! Just say it, Ivan Fedoritch, and don't beat around the bush. To tell you the truth, you gave him two points on purpose...how can it be fair?" The teacher's eyes widened, but... so far, there is no more to say.Why is he not angry?For me, this will always be the teacher's inner secret. "You did it on purpose," Dad went on. "You are waiting for the guests to come to your door. Ha ha, hee hee! ... What's wrong with that? Just do as you want! ... I agree. ... Give sweets as much as you want.... You have to understand, I know what it's like to work outside. . . . No matter how much you improve, but . . . As for me, I am happy to express my heart to the best of my ability." Papa, panting, took his wallet out of his pocket, took out a twenty-five-rouble note, and handed it into the teacher's hand. "Please accept, sir!" The teacher blushed and flinched, but...that's it.Why didn't he point out the door to Papa and drive him out?For me, this will always be the teacher's inner secret. ... "You," my father went on, "don't be embarrassed.... To be honest, I understand everything.... If you say no, you must....In this day and age, who else doesn't want it? No, brother, it is impossible. . . . Maybe you are not used to this kind of thing? Please accept it!" "No, for God's sake..." "Don't you think it's too little? Hey, I can't afford to give more....You can accept it!" "God have mercy, don't! . . . " "Then it's up to you. ... But, you must change the two points! ... It's not that I begged you for nothing, but his mother wanted this... She was crying, you know. ... She suffered from tachycardia, and she has other problems." "I sympathize with Mrs. Zun very much, but I can't do it." "If my son can't make it to the fourth grade, then... what will happen? ...Well, yes... No, you just let him upgrade! " "I'd be glad to do it, but I can't. . . . Do you smoke?" "③...It's not a problem for him to be promoted....So, how many civil servants are you ④?" "Ninth rank.... However, in terms of position, I am an eighth rank civil servant. Hmm! ..." "Oh. . . . Then, I've made a deal with you. . . . Let's make a deal, huh? Okay? Hee hee! . . . " "I can't do it, sir. You just kill me, I It can't be done!" Dad pondered for a moment, thought for a while, and then attacked Mr. Teacher again.The attack lasted a long time.The instructor had to repeat his invariable "I can't do it" twenty times.In the end, Dad bored the teacher, which made him miserable.Dad started to lean up to kiss the teacher, asked the teacher to test his arithmetic, and told a few obscene stories, and his attitude became unrestrained.This made the teacher sick. "Vanya, it's time for you to go out!" called the teacher's wife from another room.Dad understood what this meant, so he blocked the door with his broad body, blocking the teacher's way.The instructor was exhausted and began to moan.Finally, he thought he had come up with a brilliant idea. "Let's do it," he said to Dad. "Only when my colleagues have changed your son's marks to threes in the subjects taught can I change his overall grades for the year." "Is this the truth?" "Yes, if they change it, I will too." "Then it's a deal! Let's shake hands! You're a wonderful fellow!" Then I tell them that you have changed the score. 'The big girl is going to marry the young man! 'I must treat you to a bottle of champagne.When can I find them in their house though? " "Just go now." "Well, then, we are, of course, already friends, aren't we? Will you come to my house for an hour or so and have a casual talk?" "Yes. I wish you health!" Hahahaha! ... Ah, young man, young man!Goodbye! ... Needless to say, I should greet your colleagues and gentlemen for you, right?I will definitely pass it on.You also pay tribute to your wife on my behalf⑥. ... You must come! " Dad touched the heels of the two shoes, saluted, put on his hat, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. "This guy is pretty good," Mr. Teacher thought to himself, looking at the back of his father walking out. "He's a nice guy! He says what he thinks in his heart. He's simple and kind, you can see that. . . . I like this kind of person." That evening, Mama sat on Papa's lap again (but the handmaiden sat on it when she was gone).The father assured her that "our son" would definitely be promoted, and he also said that to subdue a learned man, instead of using money to impress his heart, it is better to win him over with a pleasant face, and then press him forward step by step. Grab his neck and hold on. ① Paris, the son of Pirian, king of Troy in the Greek narrative poem, abducted Helen, queen of Spartan king Menelaus, and caused the Trojan War. ②It should be "ignorant and incompetent". ③The Russian pronunciation of French means "thank you, thank you". ④In the era of imperial Russia, middle school teachers were civil servants. ⑤The Russian pronunciation of French, meaning "goodbye". ⑥It should be "tribute" or "salute".