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We and Gorky!

Yes, I said, after I finished reading Maxim Gorky's childhood (1868-1936), if this man had lived a thousand years and more, life would not have ended his sins...

By RaheemPublished 2 years ago 3 min read
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We and Gorky!
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Yes, I said, after I finished reading Maxim Gorky's childhood (1868-1936), if this man had lived a thousand years and more, life would not have ended his sins, faults, and cruelty to him, because it placed obstacles in front of him that crush rocks or uproot oak trees from His roots, and I said that he was right in writing his biography, and he remembers the details of the details of his childhood life that he lived through oppression, pain and screaming in the face of the world that turned his back on him when his father left, and when his mother left in a world he called the world of confusion and unconsciousness, the world of other couples! You have a solution for me to consider Maxim Gorky as one of the Palestinian family, because his childhood resembles the childhood of the Palestinians in its loud cries in the face of this blind, deaf, dumb world. He finds it in his heart, nor in his assembly, nor in his speech, nor even in his games with his peers in the street, and I also said, that Gorky's life is all a hard childhood, like the life of Palestinian children, which is all a hard childhood, filled with loss, crying, sorrows and dreams that do not become facts. He used to fall asleep to drink water from a clean cup, eat a moonlit loaf near an oven, eat food and drink without worries or questions, or spend what he got from a few (kopeks) without thinking about the painful end, which are usually questions Painful, severe whipping, and he went to the priest in the church to kneel in front of him, and the priest throws his velvet rag over his head to confess what afflicted him.. that he threw a stone towards the neighbors window, but the stone did not reach the window, and the glass did not break, or that he was a thief of what was left of the bread Grandma because he is hungry.

Yes, Maxim Gorky resembles us not only in naughty, and the difficult questions of life that have become archives of chants that we sing pardonly, but he also resembles us in this superstitious fatigue that does not end except when the body's energy fades, when it is completely exhausted, like an echo reverberating to a distant voice, he worked as a dishwasher On a boat in the sea, from the first hours of dawn until after midnight, that is, when the body slackens and collapses.. He sleeps, sleeps in the kitchen, near the sink, sleeps wet with dirty water, unconsciously, and we lived our childhood lives working from the first hours of dawn until After midnight, in order to neutralize the darkness of life, exclude black news, and jump above our helplessness, in order to forget that the world ignored us, that books passed us by and did not write a single line that tells our story, and that joy withdrew to there and there, we cannot approach him nor He turns to us and approaches us, as if we are enemies, and that is why we acknowledge that there is no joy without finding the house or restoring it, and without having a safe stream or spring, or a town or city whose air does not spoil the smell of gunpowder.

Yes, and our awareness that our life is a life scheduled from fatigue and dreams, just as Maxim Gorky realized that the serenity of life ignored his childhood because of loss, and that joy is in another place, and it is for others, so he called himself Gorky, meaning bitter, and the attribute of him is not as a person as much as it is an attribute For the life he lived, but his life faded as he approached the wellness of life and resurrection when his name became in every house of Russia, and others who did not accept his friendship in his childhood and youth seek his friendship and glorification, and the recognition that his life was a life of struggle, hardships and fatigue, and that it was a life that was chased His dreams until they reached them, and the situation of the Palestinians is the same, there is no permanence of fatigue, nor permanence of hardships. Because the night, despite its length and blackness, its loneliness, its fears, and its terrifying questions... it knows that its end... is day!

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