“The teacher, however, did not spend all his money on drink. At least half of it went to the children of the street. The poor are always rich in children, and in the dirt and ditches of this street there were crowds of them noisily seething from morning to night, hungry, naked, and dirty. Children are the living flowers of the earth, but these had the appearance of flowers prematurely faded. Often the teacher would gather them round him, would buy them bread, eggs, apples, and nuts, and take them into the fields by the riverside. There they would sit and first greedily eat everything…then begin to play, filling the fields for a mile around with noise and laughter. The tall gaunt figure of the drunkard seemed to shrink among these small people, who treated him as if he were of their own age…Playing around him, like little sprites, they pushed him about, jumped upon his back, beat upon his bald head, caught hold of his nose. All this must have pleased him, as he did not protest against such liberties…he passed many hours thus as their companion and plaything, watching their lively faces with his gloomy eyes. Then he would thoughtfully direct his steps to Vasiloff’s pub where he would drink himself silently into unconsciousness.
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Almost every day after his reporting he would bring a newspaper, and gather round him all these creatures that were once men…”
“A respectable man of a cultured class may be superior to his equivalent among peasants, but an urban man of dissolute, low life is always worse than his rural counterpart.”
“They all knew the merchant, Petunikoff, who passed them every day, contemptuously half-closing his eyes and giving them no more attention than he bestowed on the other rubbish in street. He reeked with satiety, which exasperated them still more.”
“The reaper, all-destroying reaper, called Death, as if insulted by the presence of this drunken man at dark and solemn act of its struggle with life, made up its mind to finish the unrelenting work quickly.”
“The cart clattered along the rough surface of the court-yard. The teacher’s stretched-out body was covered with a heap of rags, and his belly was shaking beneath them. It seemed as if he were laughing softly and contentedly at the prospect of leaving the doss-house at last, never to return to it, never.”
Excellent. Gorky excels in truly capturing the dregs of society, those who find themselves on the lowest rungs of the socioeconomic ladder.