The Life of Lenin [antikvár]

it JOY' Skylarks^ sang over the quiet town of Simbirsk on the Volga. The river had just cleared of ice. Birds sang merrily in the streets and gardens, and trees swayed slowly in the wind. There was the joy of spring in the air. There was great joy in the Ulyanov home that day. The sun shone brightly through the windows, and the whistles^ of the river boats were clearly heard, as the house stood near the Volga. The mother stood by the cradle,^ looking at her new-born son. She wondered, "What will you be when you grow up? What will life do to you?" The child's father, Ilya Nikolayevich, entered the room. "Hello, my dear," he said to his wife. The elder children, Anyuta and Sasha, were with him. Anyuta had dark eyes and curly hair. She was six years old and Sasha was four. They went up to the cradle. Their eyes were open wide with surprise. "This is your new brother, children," their father said. "How small he is," said Anyuta. "He'll soon grew bigger," her father answered. "What's his name?" Sasha asked, standing on his toes to get a better look.® ^ joy [djDi] - panocTt ^ skylark ['skailaik] - jkabopohok ^ whistle ['wisl] - cbhctok, ryaok (no-poxoda u m. d.) ^ cradle ['kreidl] - KOJiwSejib ® to get a better look - MTo6bi Jiynuie yBHACXb