Makar Chudra – Maxim Gorky. With no offence to gypsies, the name reminds me of some below-the-belt curse in hindi or Malayalam or tamil. Listen to Makar Chudra, The Old Woman Izergil, and Chelkash [Russian Edition] Audiobook by Maxim Gorky, narrated by Dmitry Kinge. MAKAR CHUDRA A DAMP cold wind was blowing from the sea, carrying all across the steppe the dreamy melody of the waves breaking over the shore and the.
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With no offence to gypsiesthe name reminds me of some below-the-belt curse in hindi or Malayalam or tamil.
Makar Chudra (Book, ) 
The story starts with Makaran aged gypsy conversing with the author. It is darkthe wind is heavythe campfire is blazing furiously.
It was as though these heavy conditions never affected him. He climbed the treepulled the corpse out.
Makar is of the opinion that people hcudra born to travel; that there is nothing better than traveling. He not only loses his strength but also his freedom. He is tied to the soil.
Makar Chudra, The Old Woman Izergil, and Chelkash [Russian Edition]
I have traveled so muchseen so much and learnt so much that you would require a bags of paper to put them all in. He is less significant that the phone operator in my office who connects me to some important person outside whom I wish to speak to. The story belongs to the fearless youth Loiko Zobar or does it belong to the beautiful but vicious Radda? Let us pace towards them.
The author looks at her and is fascinated by her beauty. No good for you. Put no faith in women.
Once you kiss oneall your freedom is gone. You will come to ruins. If he ever took fancy to somethingit was his. He traveled hither and tither as he pleased.
There were at least 10 men in each village who had sworn to take his head. It was said that he could even knife the devil if he came in his way.
When he looked into your eyes, your soul surrendered to him, and instead of being ashamed of this, you were proud of it. You seemed to always become better in his presence. Radda was the queen among beauties. A man could not but be rooted to the place where he stood if he saw her.
Perhaps it could be played on a violinbut only by one who knew the instrument as he knew his soul.
A rich man was so dumbstruck with her beauty that he was ready to give away everything for her sake. But she was too haughty. Likewise she mocked at everyone who asked her hand.
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