The main characters of the story without a family. Without family. Other retelling and reviews for reader diary

Preface from publishing house

Hector Little (1830-1907) is one of the famous French novelists.

He began working in newspapers and magazines while being student of the University of Paris, published a number of fells on the physical education of the youth in England. Then he began to write a little novels, who immediately put forward him as a prominent novelist, amazingly true and exactly drawn picture of life.

No novel had a little such success as "without family." Initially intended for adult readers, he then, with some abbreviations, appeared in the form of a story for the younger and awarded the French Academy Prize.

The history of the courageous boy, who suffered a lot of adversity, the story, complete spectacular scenes and touching episodes, carries children from the first page, awakening in their souls the brightest human feelings.

Podlidysh Remy wanders over the world in search of their parents. The sincere and responsive heart of the boy as a magnet attracts people to him. With the help of faithful friends, he managed to make many good deeds and find his relatives.

"Without a family" became one of the popular and favorite children's books not only at the homeland of its author - France, but also around the world. Today it has been translated from almost all European languages \u200b\u200band included in the book directories recommended for the youth.

In this edition used illustrations made to this story at the beginning of the 20th century by artist T. Shuler.

Part one

Chapter I.
In the village

I am found. But until eight years thought that I live, like all the other children, with my mother. If I started crying, a woman came to me and hugged me so gently and caressed me that my tears immediately dried out.

When I went to bed, this woman always came to kiss me, and when the winter blizzard flashed the windows of our house, she warmed up my legs and sang a song, whose motive and a few words I still remember.

If I pass our cow and rain began, this woman resorted for me and, bother my head and shoulders with his woolen skirt, took home. And if I quarreled with someone from my comrades, I tried her my grief and she always found affectionate words that comforted and calmed me.

That's around this, and by how she looked at me, as she said with me, as she caressed me and how Krotko spoke me, I thought she was my mother.

I lived in the village of Shavanon, one of the poorest in Central France, because the land there is very non-good. Of the cultivated fields; Huge spaces thickets with small shrubs, and the extensive empties stretch behind them, on which nothing is growing, except heather and the thrill. There blows a sharp wind and only in places are sickly trees. Only on the shores of rivers and in small valleys you can see beautiful trees - high chestnuts and mighty oaks.

In one of these valleys, on the shore of the crouse, flowing into the influx of Loire, stood a house in which I spent my early childhood.

We did not have men in the house. But my mother was not a widow - her husband, Mason, worked, like almost all the local peasants, in Paris and since I remembered myself, never came home. Only from time to time he sent us a news with someone from his comrades returning from Paris.

- Mother Barben, your husband is healthy. He instructed me to tell you that the work goes well, and asked to give you money. Catch up.

That's all. Mother Barben was pleased with such news. Her husband is healthy, the work goes well, and he gets enough money.

One day in November, already at dusk, some unfamiliar man stopped at our wicket. I was at this time near the house and broke a twig. I do not hear the wickets and looking over her, this man asked me, if Mother Barben lives.

I offered him to enter. The stranger pushed the gate clinker on the loops, and slowly went to the house.

I have never seen such a perepanned man in the mud. Slices of dirt, other already dried, and others are still wet, covered it from head to feet. It was seen that he had to go for a long time in bad roads.

"I brought Izvestia from Paris," said the man.

I have already heard such words many times, but he uttered them at all as the workers came from Paris, and did not add like they: "Your husband is healthy, work is good."

- Lord! - Mother Barben exclaimed, folding his hands. - The trouble happened to the jelly!

- Well, yes, just do not try to get sick from fear. Your husband hurt badly - that's the whole truth you, - but he did not die. And the cripple, perhaps, will remain. Now he is in the hospital. Our beds stood around and when I started going home, he asked me to go on the way to you and tell you what was the matter ... Well, I can't stay longer, I needed three more miles, and soon night.

Mother Barben wanted to find out about the husband in more detail, and she strangled a stranger to dine with us and spend the night with us: the roads are very bad, and in the forest, by rumors, wolves roam. He is better to go on the road tomorrow morning.

A man sat down near the hearth and dinner told how everything happened. The framework on which Barben stood was collapsed and almost crushed him to death. But since it turned out that he was not at all necessary to climb on these layouts, the contractor refused to pay him for injury.

"Yes, Barberene was not lucky poorly," said our guest. - Someone in the styling managed to take advantage of such a case and probably would have received a permanent income, but your husband would not get anything. However, I advised him to start a business and demand remuneration.

- But it is very expensive to sue.

- And if he wins the case?

Mother Barben wanted to go to Paris, but the road was long and would cost expensive. She did not know what to decide when a letter came from her husband.

He wrote that she did not go to Paris, but sent him money for doing business with the contractor he filed a complaint.

There were days, weeks, and Mother Barben received everything letters demanding money. Finally, in the last letter, her husband wrote her that if there was no more money, then you need to sell a cow.

Only in peasant families know how much a cow means and how hard to sell it. The peasant can be very poor, he can have a big family, but he knows that his wife and children will be fed if he has a cow. And even a child can even a child in such places where the grass does not belong to anyone.

Thanks to our Ryzhka, they fed well, although almost never ate meat. But she not only fed us, she was our friend. In vain, some consider a cow stupid - on the contrary, it is a very smart animal. We caressed the river, talked to her, and she understood us. And herself knew how to look at us with her big karroy's eyes, as we understood what she needed. We loved her very much, and she loved us. And so we had to part with her, because Barben demands money.

A shopkeeper came and looked at the rod from all sides for a long time, sides his head and, displeased her head, repeated several times that she was not suitable for him and, she must have little milk. Finally, he still said that he would buy it out of respect for such a good woman like Mother Barben.

The poor roar, as if feeling what was going on, did not want to go out of the stall and began to roar.

"Go behind and defeat her," said the shopkeeper, feeding me the whip.

"Well, that will not be," said Mother Barben.

She went to the Ryzhka and gentlely said:

- Let's go, my beautiful, let's go!

And the rod immediately went. And when the boy tied her to the cart, the poor thing so unwitting had to go behind her.

We returned home, but for a long time it came to us to rods.

Farewell, oil! Farewell, milk! Now in the morning only a piece of bread is waiting for us, and in the evening - potatoes with salt.

Shortly after we sold a cow, Maslenitsa came. Last year, Mother Barben treated me on the last day of Maslenitsa pancakes and Oladia. And I ate them with such an appetite that she was very pleased. But then we had a roar, and now it is no, but the oil and milk is also not, and we really do not have to celebrate how the last day of the carnival.

But Mother Barben made me a surprise. Although she did not like to take something, but this time asked the cup of milk from one neighbor, in the other - a little oil. Returning home, I saw that she poured flour into a clay pot.

- flour! I exclaimed, coming to her.

"Yes, and excellent flour, my nice Remy," she said with a smile. - Slow, how she smells good.

I really wanted to know what Mother Barben from this flour would make, but I did not dare to ask. I did not want to remind her that today the last day of the carnival, as it would certainly be upset her.

- Tell me what they are doing from flour? She asked.

- What else?

- Kisel.

- More ... I do not know.

- And from it they make pancakes and pancakes; After all, today the last day of the carnival. Looking here.

She showed on the shelf, and I saw milk, butter, eggs and three apples.

"Give me eggs and, while I put the dough, clean the apples and devour them with slices," she said.

And we got fun to work. I knocked out the dough, Mother Barben put it in a warm place. Now it remained only to wait for the evening: the dough will rise, and you can bake pancakes and pancakes.

If you tell the truth, the day seemed very long to me, and I raised a towel several times and looked away whether the dough was not rising.

"Nal" a ravar, "said Mother Barben, finally. - You need to make a good fire.

She did not have to repeat his words twice - I looked forward to this minute.

Soon drank a big fire. Mother Barben removed the pan from the nail and put it on hot coals. Then he took a piece of oil and put it on the pan, when she warmed up. Oh, what a wonderful smell went from him! And how fun rushed and sieprely oil! However, no matter how carefully I listened to this music, it seemed to me that someone goes in the yard. Probably a neighbor to ask for hot coal from us. But I had no time to think about it, because at this very moment Mother Barben took a dough on a spoon and poured him to the pan.

Suddenly, the stick knocked about the threshold and the door opened.

- Who's there? - asked, without turning around, Mother Barben.

He entered some man in white blouse and with a stick in his hand.

- And here, as I see, make a holiday? - he said. - Do not hesitate please.

- Lord! - Mother Barben exclaimed, settling the pan and rushing to him. - That's you, sniffing!

Then she told me:

- This is your father.

Chapter II.
Father

I wanted to come and kiss him, but he, stretching his stick, stopped me.

- Who is this? - he asked.

- This is Remy.

- But you wrote me ...

- Yes, wrote, only ... Only it was not true, because ...

- A, not true!

Having lifted a stick, he took a step to me, and I involuntarily backed up. What have I done wrong? What is the guilty? Why he treats me so much, because I wanted to kiss him? But I had no time to think about it.

"And you, as I see, cope with Maslenitsa," Barberen said. - It is very by the way, because I'm terribly hungry. What have you got for dinner?

- I wanted the bake pancakes.

- Yes I see. But after all, you will not be pancakes to treat a person who passed such a long road!

- I have nothing else. We did not wait for you.

- How is nothing? Nothing for dinner?

He looked around.

"Here is the oil," he said, then looked at the ceiling, where we had a barking, now there was nothing but a few bulbs. "But onions," Barbere continued, knocking down a bulb. - Nice soup will come out of the oil and several bulbs. Remove the dough from the frying pan and the roar of the bow.

So, the pancakes will not be! Mother Barbenhene hurried to fulfill the order of her husband without objection, and he waited for dinner sat on the bench near the focus.

I did not dare to move from the place and, sitting near the table, looked at the barber.

It was a man of fifty years old, with a harsh face. It must be due to the resulting injury, he kept his head straight, and slightly bowed it to the right shoulder, and this gave him some kind of suspicious appearance.

Mother Barben put a piece of oil on the pan and put it on hot coals.

- Why did you put so little oil? What soup will come out of this? Said Barber and threw the whole piece on a frying pan.

No oil - there will be no pancakes! At another time, it would be very sad for me, but now I was not up to pancakes and pancakes; I thought that this angry man was my father.

When I wanted to kiss him, he held out a stick to stop me. Why? Mother Barben never pushed me if I wanted to kiss her; She hugged me then and pressed me.

"Instead of sitting in such an idol," he suddenly said to me, "bring better plates.

I hurried to fulfill his order. The soup was sleeping, and Mother Barben spilled him in plates.

Barben sat down to the table and began for dinner, occasionally looking at me.

I was so confused and so excited that I could not eat and, too, from time to time, I looked at him from time to time, but immediately lowered my eyes if I met his gaze.

- What, he always eats so little? - asked Barberene, showing me with his spoon.

- No, he eats good.

- Essently. It would be more convenient if he ate little.

I, of course, there was no desire to talk; Mother Barben was also silent. She went there, then here, serving her husband.

- So you are full, if you don't eat? He asked me.

- So go to bed and try to fall asleep as soon as possible, and I will not be angry.

Mother Barben quickly looked at me, as if asking to be obedient. But it was superfluous, I would not mess around not to fulfill his orders.

Our cuisine, like most peasants, served both the bedroom at the same time. Near the focus stood the table, a wardrobe with dishes and everything you need for food. And on the other end of the kitchen everything was needed for the sphany; In one corner there was a Barben Mother's bed, in my other, with a red sortstene canopy.

I'm divided into one minute and lay down, but I could not sleep. You can not fall asleep on the orders - for this you need to be calm and want to sleep. And I was very excited and felt unhappy. So this man is my father? Why does he not feel so good with me?

Turning his nose to the wall, I closed my eyes and tried nothing to think about anything, but the dream did not come. After a while I heard someone approached my bed. Steps were heavy - this is not a Barben Mother.

Hot breathing touched my face.

I did not dare to answer - I did not forget his words: "And I'll get angry."

"He is sleeping," said Mother Barben. "He always falls asleep immediately as soon as I put my head on the pillow." You can talk, do not be afraid that he will hear.

Of course, I should say that I do not sleep, but I did not dare. I was told to sleep, and I did not sleep; So I am guilty.

- Well, what's your deal with the contractor? - asked Mother Barben.

- LIGHT. The court decided that I was not followed by these layouts and therefore the contractor is not obliged to pay me for injury.

He knocked his fist on the table and began to scold.

- Yes, it was lost, - he said, calming down a little, - money is the money, I'm a cripple and ahead of the poverty! And here this boy! Why didn't you do the way I wrote to you?

- I could not.

- Couldn't give him to an educational house?

- It is hard to give a child whom I fed up with your milk and you love.

- But this is not your child.

"At first I wanted to do in your opinion, but he got sick at that time."

- Well, well, and then, when did he recover?

- He recovered not soon. And he did not have time to recover, as another disease came in the other. The poor thing coughed so that the heart was hurt for him. Our poor boy died of the same illness. It seemed to me that if I would attract him to the city, he would die.

- Well, and then?

- a lot of time passed. I wished to give the child, and I thought he could live with me.

- How old is he?

- Eight.

- Well, he will now go there, where he should be eight years ago. That's all.

- Ah, with a jerle, you will not do it!

- I will not do? And who will hurt me? Not forever we keep it at yourself.

For a minute, silence came, and I could stay. From the excitement, I was so compressed my throat, that I hardly breathe.

- How to change you Paris! - after a while she told Mother Barben. - Before you did not say so.

- May be. And it is true that Paris made me crippled. What will we live now? No money. Cow sold. Soon we have nothing to eat, and we still have to feed someone else's child!

- He is mine!

- The same your as mine. And this is not a peasant child. I looked at him during dinner. Luck, weak, legs and hands like matches!

- He is the most beautiful boy in the village!

- He is beautiful, I do not argue. But beauty will not feed it. Can he work with such shoulders? This is a city child, and we do not need such children.

- He is a nice boy, so intelligent and kind. He will then work on us.

- In while we have to work for him, and I also cripple.

- And if your relatives will require him, what will you say then?

- What is his relatives! Whether he has parents, they probably managed to find him. There was a lot of time, almost eight years. No, no one will come after him and will not pay us for the fact that we were raised. And I am a fool! From the fact that it was thin underwear with lace, has not yet followed that parents will look for it. Yes, maybe they have long and died.

- And if not? If they come to us and want to take the boy?

- Well, and the stubborn women!

- And if they still come?

- Then we will send them to the shelter with an educational house. Well, quite chat. I am tired of this. Tomorrow I will give him to the mayor, and now I will go to see Francois. An hour later I will come back.

The door opened and slammed. He left.

- Mother Mother! - I called, raised to bed, and the tears poured from my eyes.

She ran to me.

- Do you really give me to the shelter? - I exclaimed.

- No, my cute Remy, no!

And she gently hugged me. I calmed down this caress and stopped crying.

- So you did not sleep? She asked.

"I'm not guilty, I could not fall asleep."

- I am not afraid of you. So you heard that I spoke with Zhero?

- Yes, I heard. You are not my mother, but he is not my father.

The first words I said sadly, and the second joyfully.

I really hurt that Mother Barben is not my mother, but I was glad that Barben me someone else's.

"Maybe I have long followed to open the truth to you," the Mother of Barbenne began, "but I didn't decide to tell you that I was not your mother - I looked at you like my child." And who is your mother and where she - no one knows, my poor boy. Maybe she is alive, and maybe she died. Once in the morning in Paris, when Zerom went to work on Street Street - this is a broad, scored street, - he heard a children's crying. Zero went to the other side and saw a child lying near the gate of the garden. It was early in the morning, in February. Jerle looked around and saw some kind of man seemed from the tree and rushed to run. Probably, he himself put a child here and waited to find out if they would find him. While Zhero stood, not knowing what to do, other workers approached, and it was decided to attribute the child to the police commissioner. The kid was crying without ceasing, and the workers thought that he was choking. But in the office of the commissioner it was warm, and he continued to cry - hence he is just hungry. They sent over the neighbor, who had a breast child, she fed a poor man. It was stripped before the cross stove. It was a pretty five- or six-month boy, pink and thick. According to the thin, the lace lace was seen that his parents are rich people. Probably stolen it, and then threw. The Commissioner said that he would send the baby to an educational house, if no one wishes to take it. Parents will probably try to find the boy and reward someone who takes care of him. Then Zhero approached and said that he would take him, and he gave him a child. It was you, my little remy. At that time I had my semi-annual boy, and I focused you both.

- Ah, Mom!

- Three months later, my boy died, and I was attached to you even more. I forgot that you are not my son; But I did not forget this and, when three years have passed, and no one has done about you, he told me to give you to an educational house. You heard why I did not do it.

- Please please do not give me there! - I exclaimed, clinging for her.

- No, my boy, I will not give. I will arrange it. With the neck of the nail man, you will see. The misfortune happened to him, he is afraid of needs, and it annoys him. But we will work - and you too.

"I will do whatever you want, just don't give me to an educational house."

"I will not give if you're still sleeping right now." It's not good, if with a sniffer, returning, will see that you are not sleeping.

She kissed me and turned face to the wall. But I was too excited and scared to fall asleep. What is this educational house where I wanted to give? Will Matushka Barben succeed to persuade her husband not to give me there? I thought I thought and did not fall asleep. And Barben could return every minute. Fortunately, he came later than he promised, and I had fallen asleep by that time.

Not many will understand what it is when you since you can count only on yourself when you have to think how to earn it for food. Even if you live in a poor family, it's still very far from the fact that I fell into the share of the boy Remy, the main hero of the book is a little heteor "without family." This is a children's work, which will enjoy young readers with ease of tongue, fascinating adventures, the presence of animals in the plot. There are sad notes in this story, but everything will end well, which will greatly delight children.

The first few years of life Remy were happy. It was a carefree childhood in which everything joined. He lived with her mother in one of the French villages, his father worked in Paris and has not appeared at home for a long time. But then Remy recognized another life. It turned out that his parents were not relatives to him, he only found. The one who was called his father was sold to his stray artist. Remy began to work, and his close friends became animals. He wandered throughout the streets of France for many years, not knowing who his real parents.

The book shows the life of the French people, the customs of the past. People of different professions, different social status. The boy meets cruel, disgusting people who are ready for everything for money, but also with him there are good and responsive people who see that the boy is a kind soul and try to help him. The book teaches compassion, love for animals. She shows that you need to help someone who really needs, and do not lose the spirit of the Spirit even in the most difficult situations.

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introduction

French writer Hector (Ector) Little (1830-1907) was born in the family of a notary. Deciding to go in the footsteps of the Father, he entered the Faculty of Law and studied the right first in Ruang, then at the University of Paris. However, despite the legal education, became a writer. The French critic called the hector of little one of the talented followers of the famous Balzac.

G. Little composed sixty-five novels, but fame brought books written for children. Roman "Without family" (1878) - undoubtedly, the best of them. For this book, the writer received the French Academy Prize. She entered the circle of children's reading along with works of other French writers: A. Duma, Sh. Perso, J. Verna, P. Merim. The novel "Without a family" has been translated into many languages, and it is still happy to read the children of different countries.

The novel is based on the history of the Boy-Podkinus of Remy, who was sold to the stray actor Vitaly. With him, Remy wanders on the roads of France. After many tests and infants, he finally finds his mother and acquires a family.

The book was written in the traditions of "Roman Tyne": the mystery of the "noble" descent of Remy is solved throughout the novel. Many times the readers are almost approaching the randering, but the happy return of the boy in the family is only at the end of the book. Roman is read with great interest from beginning to end: a stress plot and exciting adventures make a book very exciting reading.

Without family

Part one

In the village

I am found.

But until eight years, I did not know this and was sure that I had, like other children, there is a mother, because when I cried, some woman gently hugged and comforted me and my tears immediately dried up.

In the evening, when I went to bed in my bed, the same woman came up and kissed me, and in the cold winter time he warmed up my own legs, having singing a song, the motive and words that I perfectly remember until now.

If the thunderstorm found me at a time when I pass our cow on the wasteland, she ran to me towards me and, trying to hide from the rain, pounced my woolen skirt on my head and shoulders.

I told her about my grief, about quarrels with comrades, and a few affectionate words, she always knew how to calm down and form me.

Her constant care, attention and kindness, even her shore, in which she invests so much tenderness, "all made me consider it with his mother. But how I learned that I was only her reception son.

The village of Shavanon, where I grew up and spent my early childhood, is one of the poorest villages of Central France. The soil here is extremely incredible and requires constant fertilizer, therefore treated and seeded fields in these parts are extremely small and huge waste of waste. The wasterellies begin the steppes, where cold, sharp winds prevent the growth of trees are usually blowing; There are rarely trees there are rarely, and then some small, stiff, crippled. Real, large trees are beautiful, lush chestnuts and mighty oaks - grow only in the valleys along the banks of the rivers.

In one of these valleys, near the rapid full stream, stood a house where I spent the first years of my childhood. We lived in it only together with your mother; Her husband was a bricklayer and, like most of the peasants of this area, lived and worked in Paris. Since I grew up and began to understand the surrounding, he never came home. At times, he gave itself to know through any of his comrades who returned to the village.

- Tetushka Barben, your husband is healthy! He will walk hello and asks to give you money. Here they are. Please recount.

Mother Barben was completely content with these brief news: the husband is healthy, works, earns a living.

Barberen lived constantly in Paris, because he had a job. He hoped to scat a little money, and then return to the village, to his old woman. In deferred money, he hoped to live those years when they were made up and could not work more.

Once in the November evening, some unfamiliar person stopped at our wicket. I stood on the threshold at home and broke the twig for the stove. A man, not revoking the wicket, looked over her and asked:

- Here lives aunt Barben?

I asked him to enter.

The stranger pushed the gate and slowly headed for the house. Obviously, he walked for a long time in bad, blurred roads, because from the head to the legs was sprinkled with mud.

Mother Barben, hearing that I spoke with someone immediately came running, and the person did not have time to cross the threshold of our house, as she had already found himself in front of him.

"I brought you to lead from Paris," he said.

These simple words, which we have repeatedly had to hear, were pronounced by a completely different tone than usual.

- Oh my God! - exclaimed Mother Barben, frightened squeezing his hands. - With the press, right, the misfortune happened?

- Well, yes, just should not lose your head and scare. True, your husband suffered badly, but he is alive. Perhaps he will now stay crippled. Now he is in the hospital. I also lay there and was his neighbor by bed. Having learned that I was returning to my village, Barben asked me to go to you and tell about what had happened. Farewell, I really hurry. I still have to go a few kilometers away, and soon it will warm.

Mother Barberen wanted, of course, learn about everything in more detail, and she began to persuade the stranger to stay dinner and spend the night:

- Roads are bad. They say that wolves appeared. It is better to go on the road tomorrow morning.

The stranger sat down near the stove and told dinner, as misfortune happened.

At the construction site, where Barberen worked, poorly strengthened forests collapsed and pushed him with their severity. The owner, referring to the fact that Barberene had no need to be under these forests, refused to pay benefits for injury.

"The poor fellow is not lucky, no luck ... I'm afraid that your husband will not get anything exactly.

Standing in front of the fire and having having her pants, casual from dirt, he repeated "not lucky" with such a sincere chagrin, which he said that he would have become eagerly crippled if it could be received a reward.

"Nevertheless," he said, ending his story, "I advised Barbere to sue the owner."

- To court? But it will cost big money.

- But if you wake a business ...

Mother Barben really wanted to go to Paris, but such a distant journey would be very expensive. She asked to write a letter to the hospital, where Barben was lying. A few days later we received an answer in which it was said that Mother had no need to go to the most money, but she had to send some money because Barben sued the owner.

Passed days and weeks, and from time to time letters arrived demanding new money. In the last Barberen wrote that if there is no money, you should immediately sell a cow.

Only the one who grew up in the village, among the poor peasants, knows what big grief is to sell a cow.

Cow - the crumline of the peasant family. Oh neither numerous and poor family, she will never be starved if she has a cow in a hlev. Father, mother, children, adults and small - all alive and fed by cow.

Little Hector

Without family

Hector little

Without family

Little and his story "without family"

The story "Without a family" belongs to Peru of the famous French writer hecutor (1830 - 1907). G. Little is the author of many books. Some of them were written for children and junior, but none brought him such popularity and recognition as a story "without a family", published in 1878.

In the story, much rightly attracts the attention of young readers: and an entertaining plot, and the unusual of the fate of the heroes, and a diverse public background, and finally live, the authors of the author. This book has long been a popular benefit when studying French in schools.

"Without a family" is a story about the life and adventures of the boy, Remy, who for a long time does not know who his parents, and wanders in someone else's people as an orphan.

The writer with great skill talks about the life of Remy, about his friends Good Mother Barberen, noble Vitalys, a devoted friend of Mattia, and enemies - cruel garafoli, dishonest drick, insidious james milligan. Much attention is paid to G. Little Animal Description - Monkey Monkeys, Caps, Dolce and Rods, which are also full-fledged persons of the story. Images of animals are immediately remembered. First of all, this refers to the Padel Cap.

Carefully following the fate of Remy, mentally traveling along with him around the country, the reader learns a lot about the life of the French people, about the nrules and customs of the time. Peasants, miners, wandering actors, fraudsters and honest people, rich and poor - all these characters that make up a motley background, at the same time have a great independent interest. "Without family" gives a varied material drawing a serious life of the people in the capitalist country. It is this side of the book that will be undoubtedly instructed for Soviet guys.

G. Little shows that in the society in which Remy and his friends live, they manage the money to everyone. Thirst for profit is pushing people into monstrous crimes. This circumstance largely determined the fate of the hero of the book. Related relations, the concept of debt, nobility - all this is moving to the background before the desire to master wealth. A convincing example of this is the figure of James Milligang. Neither stopping in order to master the property of his brother, he wants to get rid of his heirs at any cost - his nephews. One of them, Arthur, is a physically weak child, and uncle cynically hopes for his early death. More bothers his other - Remy. Therefore, James Milligan with a scoundrel of Driacol paints the boy from his parents.

The writer says that in the world of owners, where everything is sold and bought, children buy and sell, like things. Sold Remy, sold Mattia. The owner who bought a child considers himself entitled to starve him hunger, beat, mock him. That is why for eternally hungry, constantly beating Mattia - the greatest happiness to get to the hospital, and a healthy and strong Remy envies Arthur, a patient, chained to bed, but always sounded and surrounded by attention.

The family in Remy's representation personifies not only the love and care of the parents, it is the only reliable support, protection against the transformations of severe, unfair destinies.

Much in the story exposes the vices of the capitalist system, characterizes the difficult life of the people. Unbearable, the working conditions of miners, Zybko and the fragile well-being of ordinary people living with their work. Barber's lost disability cannot and dream of any manual: his fate is not interested in the owner of the enterprise, nor the state. When honest worker Aksen turns out to be ruined, then he cannot wait for help. Moreover, he is in prison, since it is not able to fulfill the monetary agreement concluded by him. Police, court, prisons - everything is drawn against ordinary people. A bright illustration of this is the arrest of Vitalis: "The guardian order", the policeman involves him in the scandal, arrests, and the court awards in any other musician to imprisonment. Vitalis's fate - a convincing confirmation of how little people appreciate the bourgeois society according to their true merit; This is another story of the death of talent in the world of profit. The once famous artist, by all the revered singer, having lost his voice. He is forced to engage in vagrancy and dies in need and obscurity.

You can also give other examples from the story that reveal in front of the reader the insane picture of the life of ordinary people of France and give the morals of the bourgeois society, where the fate of people determine the money and knowledge, and not true human advantages.

G. little undoubtedly was an attentive observer of life, but he was inherent to the lack of many bourgeois writers. To summarize what they saw, to make due conclusions, to reveal the topic affected them, he failed. Many truthfully told events, faithful facts do not receive the proper explanation in the lead. In this, of course, the narrowness of the social looks of the writer, his inefficiency or unwillingness to speak with the consistent chief of the bourgeois world. G. Little as if fear of those conclusions to which the reader can lead the instructive history of Remy.

Often, truthfully portraying the hard life of the people, getting up for the defense of his hero, who appeared the victim of the world of profit and compassion, is little striving for class defects of the bourgeoisie to attribute only to individual "evil people" - such as, for example, James Milligan, and, on the contrary, with Uming recalls such "good" richaries, like Mrs. Milligan. This has determined the implausibility of certain character traits of the hero. Thus, Remy, a stupid, energetic boy, never thinks over the injustice of his own position and the position of its loved ones; He is no longer a protest hinking hungry and transfers all the burden that falls on his share. Trying to soften the impression of the paintings owned by him, the writer seeks to bring his heroes to well-being, to reward virtue and punish the vice by anything. At the end of the book, all obstacles lying on their path are eliminated by the same money and rich people from which Remy and his friends have undergone so many.

But all these shortcomings do not deprive the book of a little big cognitive value. Many years have passed since the date of writing a story. During this time, the rift of capital in France began to be ruthlessly, is even harder and diverse - the life of the people. But the story of "without family" is undoubtedly read with interest as a truthful story about life and trials of a lonely child, about the difficult position of ordinary people from the people in the capitalist society.

Y. Kondratieva.

PART ONE

Chapter I. In the village.

I am found.

But until eight years, I did not know that, and I was sure that I, like other children, there is a mother, because when I cried, some woman gently hugged and comforted me and my tears immediately dried out.

If the thunderstorm found me at a time when I pass our cow on the wasteland, she ran to me towards me and, trying to hide from the rain, pounced my woolen skirt on my head and shoulders.

I told her about my grief, about quarrels with comrades, and a few affectionate words, she always knew how to calm down and form me.

Its constant care, attention and kindness, even her spitty, in which she invests so much tenderness, "all made me consider it with his mother. But how I learned that I was only her adoptive son.

The village of Shavanon, where I grew up and spent my early childhood, is one of the poorest villages of Central France. The soil here is extremely incredible and requires constant fertilizer, therefore treated and seeded fields in these parts are extremely few, and huge waste of waste. The wasterellies begin the steppes, where cold harsh winds prevent the growth of trees are usually blowing; There are rarely trees there are rarely, and then some small, stiff, crippled. Real, large trees are beautiful, lush chestnuts and mighty oaks - grow only in the valleys along the banks of the rivers.

Tetushka Barben, your husband is healthy! He sends hello and asks to give you money. Here they are. Please recount.

Mother Barben was completely content with these brief news: the husband is healthy, works, earns a living.

Mother Barben lives in a small French village, raising an eight-year-old son Rami. Her husband works in Paris by a bricklayer, he does not come home, only sends money. Rami and mother live together and happily, although not rich.

After some time, Barben got a serious injury at work, and got into the hospital. He is trying to receive compensation for the injury received, and sues a complaint. Mason demands from his wife so that she sells a cow, and sent money to the court. The court decided the case in favor of the employer, and the crippled man returns to the village.

Rami becomes known that he is trying. Once a bricklayer picked it out on the street, counting on a major remuneration. Their native son died, and Mother left found to himself.

A man wants to get rid of the boy, and sells his street artist. The child is started in the path with his new owner of Vitaly. The old man turned out to be a good man, he taught the boy a letter and score, and also to understand the notes. In Toulouse, the artist is in prison, and Rami remains the owner of the animals.

Once on the banks of the river, the boy met a woman who traveled on a yacht with sick son. Mrs. Miligan invited Rami and his troupe to watch them on the yacht before the return of the old man, to which artists would gladly agree. After the liberation, Vitalis again takes them, and the troupe goes to Paris. There, Rami gets to the evil garafoli, and meets Mattia. Having learned about the abuse of garafoli with children, the old man takes Rami.

During strong frosts, Vitaly dies, and the sick boy picks up a gardener Aksen. At Aquena, the boy lives until the hurricane destroyed all the flowers of the gardener. Aksen is ruined, for non-payment of debts, he falls into the debt. Gardener's children disassemble relatives, and Rami goes again to wander.

Part 2

Rami came to Paris, where Mattia met his friend. Boys are combined, and begin to give concerts. They earned money on a cow, and took her Mother Barben. From her, Rami learns that the Mason is in Paris, the boy is looking for his real family.

The guys return to Paris, where they find out that Barben died, but managed to inform his wife that Rami's parents live in London. Boys go to England. There they find the family Driscoll. After some time, friends find out that the Driscoll family is engaged in the buyer of stolen things.

In the summer, the family, taking boys with him, went through the country to trade the accumulated things. The boys found a way to escape from an unpleasant family, and go to search for Mrs. Milligan. In the village, where Lisa had to be located, they learn that the girl took the lady traveling on the yacht.

In Switzerland, boys finally manage to catch up with Mrs. Milligan. Ramie pleases that speech returned to Lisa. Mrs. Milligan invites boys to himself, and Mother Barben and Mother Barben, she brought things with Rami, in which a boy was found. With his brother of his deceased husband, Mrs. Milligan declared that Rami is her eldest son, stolen by Driscol for James.

Over time, Rami married Lisa, their son was born. All together they are happily live with mother, Mrs. Milligan, and the old woman Barben nurse with little Mattia. Big Mattia became a great musician, he often visits his friends. Alive and old dog, still showing tricks.

So ends the story of the hector of little, telling about kindness and friendship. For a person, the love and understanding of loved ones, who in a difficult moment always come to the rescue.

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Preface from publishing house

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Chapter I.
In the village

Chapter II.
Father

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Picture or drawing little - without family

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The main characters of the story without a family. Without family. Other retelling and reviews for reader diary

Preface from publishing house

Part one

Chapter I. In the village

Chapter II. Father

Part 2

Picture or drawing little - without family

Other retelling and reviews for reader diary

Last

It is necessary to know

Chapter I.
In the village

Chapter II.
Father