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Ku in Russia is good to live. ON. Nekrasov "Who lives well in Russia": description, heroes, analysis of the poem. Human spiritual needs are ineradicable |
Poem by N. A. Nekrasov "Who Lives Well in Russia" from the Perspective of Christian Problems Melnik V.I. In literary criticism, several attempts have been made to comprehend the work of Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov in the context of Christian ideas. Now, of course, it is obvious that D.S. literary like-minded people - Belinsky, Dobrolyubov, Chernyshevsky - asked him if he believed in God, then there is no doubt that Nekrasov would be surprised and even offended: for whom is he considered? " There is no doubt that Nekrasov experienced in his life a complex religious complex based, on the one hand, on love for the people and excellent knowledge of folk life, reflected in oral folk art, folk ideals, including religious ones, and on the other, on personal (from the point of view of the church, heretical) notion of the righteousness of revolutionary revolt and the need for moral asceticism and repentance. However, this issue requires a comprehensive study and is now only beginning to be investigated in relation to individual texts of the poet. From this point of view, the poem "Who lives well in Russia" is of great interest - a kind of encyclopedia of Nekrasov's moral views. She gives a fairly complete picture of his religious views and knowledge. It must be said that this knowledge is far from being "the average intellectual consciousness", as D.S. Merezhkovsky. Nekrasov, with his heightened penitential feeling, undoubtedly, should have always been amazed by the images of people who changed dramatically and came from a great sin to a great repentance. With some inevitability, Nekrasov constantly returns to the images of such ascetics in his poetry. So, back in 1855, in the poem "In the Hospital", it would seem, unexpectedly, but also characteristically, with emphasized drama, the image of an "old thief" who experienced a strong penitential feeling is encountered: In his prison A violent comrade wounded me. He didn't want to do anything He only threatened and raged. Our nurse came up to him, She shuddered suddenly - and not a word ... In a strange silence, a minute passed: Looking at one another? Ended up being a morose villain Drunk, splattered with blood Suddenly he sobbed - before his first, Light and honest love. (They knew each other from a young age ...) The cool old man has changed: Cries and prays all day Before the doctors I resigned myself. In a later period, this image acquired an autobiographical character: Move pen, paper, books! Dear friend! I heard a legend: Chains fell from the shoulders of the ascetic, And the dead ascetic fell! Compassion for the people of repentance psychological type quite in the spirit of the Russian people. The author of "Who Lives Well in Russia" and "Princess Volkonskaya" should have been almost fascinated by the history of people who make a voluntary sacrifice to God - like the Monk Galaktion of Vologda, who, being the son of Prince I.F. Belsky, the noblest of the Russian boyars, voluntarily left high society, "settled near the Vologda posad, shut himself up in a cramped cell, put himself on bread and water, chained himself in chains." Nekrasov, obviously, was amazed by the religious heroes and ascetics whom he met in his life or about whom he heard from the people. There are few such ascetics in the poem. We are not yet talking about heroes taken in close-up - such as the folklore chieftain Kudeyar or Savely. Interesting in terms of "documentary" are episodic characters: this is the "wretched eldress" who "at the tomb of Jesus // Prayed to the Athos // Heights climbed and Fomushka, who has "two-pound chains // They are girded around the body. // In winter and summer barefoot." This is the "Old Believer Kropilnikov", who "reproaches the laity with godlessness, // Calls to the dense forests // Save ourselves ..." As God's messenger The old lady appears In the cholera years; Buries, heals. Tinkering With the sick ... Other "God's people" are also mentioned in the poem. Nekrasov not only knows this side of the life of the people well, but precisely with his love for "hospitality", attention to the word of God, transmitted through "visiting wanderers", connects the potential spiritual power of the people, its mighty growth in the future. Let us recall that the famous words of the poet "The limits of the Russian people have not yet been set" are given in the poem in a Christian context: Who has seen how they listen Of his visiting wanderers Peasant family, Understand that neither work, Not eternal care Not a yoke of long slavery, Not to the taverns themselves More to the Russian people No limits are set: Before him is a wide path! In the poem "Who Lives Well in Russia" the overwhelming majority of folk heroes are distinguished by their true religiosity. Including seven wandering peasants who turn to the nobleman: "No, you are not a nobleman for us, // Give us a Christian word ..." In this sense, one can speak of obvious authorial "pressures": we will not find such a degree of religiosity of the people, for example, in Pushkin, Gogol, or Tolstoy. There are reasons for this, which we will discuss below. In the early work of Nekrasov, we note that this is not. Nekrasov knows very well folk religious legends, parables, omens, i.e. the sphere that is called folk Orthodoxy and which in one way or another manifested itself in the sphere of oral folk art. Here you can also name the folk superstitions he mentioned, such as: "Do not put on a clean shirt at Christmas: otherwise you will have a bad harvest" (chapter "A Difficult Year"), and folk performances about a comet ("The Lord walks through the sky // And His angels // Sweep with a fiery broom // Before the feet of God // In the heavenly field the path ..."), about the afterlife fate of boyars and peasants ("And what will be appointed: // They boil in the boiler, // And we put firewood). However, Nekrasov's personal religious experience also came to light in the poem. This experience is somewhat unexpected and very interesting in content. So, in the chapter "Demushka" he mentions the Jesus Prayer, although, perhaps, not in its canonical meaning. In any case, he knows prayer, the meaning of which was not revealed to every "average intellectual". Of course, the poet knew about the Jesus Prayer not by experience, but only by hearsay, but he did. Nekrasov knows (obviously from book sources, although in the poem this is attributed to a simple peasant woman) about the power of prayer in solitude in the open air. In the chapter "The Governor's Girl" Matryona Timofeevna admits: Praying on a frosty night Under the starry sky of God I have loved since then. And advise wives: You Can't Pray Harder Nowhere and never. Praying in the open air at Nekrasov's and Ipat, "the servant of the Utyatins". The question of the very nature of Nekrasov's religious consciousness cannot be ignored. In our opinion, M.M. Dunaev, when he asserts: “This is how Nekrasov gets out of the life cohort of like-minded people, that he did not have indifference to God, to faith: after all, he was rooted in the life of the people, he never remained, like Chernyshevsky, an armchair idle thought , who inscribed the people with all the complexity of their existence in their far-fetched schemes. " However, even F.M. Dostoevsky noted that Nekrasov's Vlas (1855), a true ascetic of Christian humility, is a certain exception in Nekrasov's "rebellious" works: "... It's so good that it was definitely not you who wrote; as if it was not you, but someone else who was making faces instead of you. then "on the Volga" in great poetry, too, about the burlak songs. " Indeed, in the poetry of Nekrasov, spontaneous poetry, there is a certain duality. Nekrasov, a poet of suffering, a poet who has a guilt complex before the people, a poet of personal repentance and admiration for heroic deeds, self-sacrifice, did not always distinguish, so to speak, the moral content of heroic deeds. He seems to be carried away by the very idea of putting his soul "for his friends." In the act itself, regardless of its political or other orientation, Nekrasov sees an unconditional aura of holiness. He is equally admired by Vlas, who handed out his unjustly acquired wealth and walked around Russia with an "iron chain", and Grisha Dobrosklonov, who, on his rebellious revolutionary path, expects "consumption and Siberia." And there is just a sacrifice that delights Nekrasov and which he poetizes without any reservations. This sincerity of Nekrasov kind of reconciles him, albeit with some reservations, with Dostoevsky, the singer of Christian humility, and with representatives of the revolutionary-democratic camp. This is the sincerity of Nekrasov the poet, Nekrasov the artist - the central, pivotal moment in attempts to comprehend the dual nature of his work. Nekrasov was honest with himself, he wanted repentance ("Silence"), self-sacrifice and heroism in his fate ("Take me to the camp of the perishing"). The ideal of holiness was dominant for him. This artistic sincerity prompted Nekrasov to glorify every human sacrifice, every feat, if only it was done in the name of other people. Such self-sacrifice became, as it were, the religion of Nekrasov. M.M. correctly noted. Dunayev that the poet "constantly matched the work of ... sacrificial struggle with spiritual concepts, undoubtedly religious." Yes, Nekrasov in "Who Lives Well in Russia" (and not only in this work) constantly and organically uses religious concepts and symbols, which are grouped around the idea of sacrifice, self-sacrifice. A consistently realized system of religious ideas can be traced in the poet's work. The work of Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov is associated with the second period of Russian liberation movement... In his works, he examines the origins of social disasters and the means to overcome them. The poem "Who Lives Well in Russia" is the result of the author's thoughts about the fate of the country and the people. It resolves the main question of post-reform Russia: “The people have been liberated, but are the people happy?” Nekrasov shows the path leading to the people's happiness, the path of struggle. PROLOGUE In what year - count The novel said: to the landowner, A man that is a bull: will be blown They did not notice the dispute, She asked, laughed, "Where? .." - exchanged glances To the forest, to the path-path "Well! devil is a nice joke Dumping trouble on the devil, Look - we’ve already clung to it! A resounding echo woke up, Before everyone is a gray hare The stupid cow hums, Wide path In the morning we met the wanderers Already the day was leaning towards evening, “I suppose! we are not robbers! " - “We are sedate men, I give you the right word: "Thanks. Listen! Downcast, thought What is happiness in your opinion? They said: "So" ... Now let's see, brothers, Our roads are difficult The peasants thought little. Now let's see, brothers, Tell me, Orthodox Christians, The peasants have forgotten Who are you afraid of meeting, Groaning, shifting, I'll get a sedate mother The guys looked down, "Not by yourself ... by your parents “You are past them, landowners! Now let's see, brothers, Then an article ... schismatics ... And then not everyone Finished speech - and gelding Luka stood silent, Sorry for the poor peasant The day is hot. Under the birches I caught up with the horse - grab the withers! "What do you have in the village Let it be three miles. “Let's go to the village of Kuzminskoe, Kuzminskoye rich, The wanderers came to the square: By drunken heads Why are red calicoes “And those French calicoes - The wanderers went to the shops: My son-in-law does not care, and my daughter will be silent, “Wonderful! how do you look! - "Would you like civilians?" We put little books in a box, Eh! eh! will the time come "And I would be glad to heaven, but where is the door?" - Having heard about the booth, There are such lovers - “And business, dear friends, And the sea is poured The winds do not blow violent "Move aside, people!" “And I mean now: “God forbid, Parashenka, "Where are you going, Savvushka?" "How thin you have become, Daryushka!" “Hey guy, silly guy, Our peasants are sober, In the middle of the path "Come on, let's stretch!" Two peasants sit down, Women quarrel in the ditch “Well, full, full, dear! The road is crowded At the road post The peasants listened to that speech, The peasants, as they noticed, "Yes, God is merciful!" Well, have a glass with us! We got some vodka and drank it. Ay sir! not angry Suddenly the song burst out in unison Ouch! night, drunk night! One why God knows And the tablecloth unfolded The peasants have strengthened, Who lives well in Russia Nikolay Alekseevich Nekrasov "Who Lives Well in Russia" is the final work of Nekrasov, a folk epic, which includes all the centuries-old experience of peasant life, all the information about the people, collected by the poet "by word" for twenty years. Nikolay Alekseevich Nekrasov Who lives well in Russia PART ONE In what year - count In which land - guess On a pole track Seven men came together: Seven temporarily liable Tightened province, Terpigorev County, Empty parish, From adjacent villages: Zaplatova, Dyryavina, Razutova, Znobishina, Gorelova, Neyolova - Bad harvest too, Agreed - and argued: Who has fun Is it at ease in Russia? The novel said: to the landowner, Demyan said: to the official, Luke said: the priest. To the fat-bellied merchant! - The brothers Gubins said, Ivan and Mitrodor. Old man Pakhom strained And he said, looking into the ground: To the noble boyar, To the Sovereign Minister. And Prov said: to the king ... A man that is a bull: will be blown What a whim in the head - Colom her from there You can't knock it out: they rest, Everyone stands their ground! Was such a dispute started, What do passersby think - To know, the guys found the treasure And divide among themselves ... On the case, everyone in their own way I left the house before noon: I kept that path to the forge, He went to the village of Ivankovo Call Father Prokofy To christen the child. Groin honeycomb Carried to the market in Velikoye, And the two bros of Gubin So easy with a halter To catch a stubborn horse They went to their own herd. It would be high time for everyone Return on your own path - They go side by side! They walk as if they are chasing Behind them are gray wolves, What is far away is sooner. They go - they are reproaching! They shout - they will not come to their senses! And time does not wait. They did not notice the dispute, As the sun went down red As the evening came. Probably a whole night So they walked - where they did not know, When a woman meets them, Gnarled Durandikha, She did not shout: “Honorable ones! Where are you looking at night Have you thought of going? .. " She asked, laughed, Whipped, witch, gelding And galloped off ... "Where? .." - exchanged glances Here are our men They are standing, silent, looking down ... The night is long gone Frequent stars lit up In the high skies A month has surfaced, shadows are black The road was cut Zealous walkers. Oops shadows! shadows are black! Who won't you catch up? Whom won't you overtake? Only you, black shadows, You can't catch - hug! To the forest, to the path-path Looked, Pakhom was silent, I looked - scattered with my mind And finally he said: "Well! devil is a nice joke He made fun of us! After all, we are almost We have gone thirty versts! Home now toss and turn - Tired - we won't get there Let's sit down - there is nothing to do. We'll rest until the sun! .. " Dumping trouble on the devil, Under the forest by the path The men sat down. We lit a fire, folded up, Two ran for vodka, And the others are pokudova The glass was made, Birch barks are piled up. Vodka came soon. Has come and a snack - The peasants are feasting! The kosushki drank three at a time, Have eaten - and argued Again: who has fun to live, Is it at ease in Russia? Roman shouts: to the landowner, Demian shouts: to the official, Luka shouts: ass; To the fat-bellied merchant, - Brothers are shouting Gubins, Ivan and Metrodor; Groin shouts: to the most luminous To the noble boyar, To the Minister of the Tsar, And Prov shouts: to the king! Visor more than ever Playful men They swear swearingly No wonder they will grab onto In each other's hair ... Look - we’ve already clung to it! Roman plays with Pakhomushka, Demian tricks Luka. And the two bros of Gubin Iron Prova hefty, - And everyone shouts his own! A resounding echo woke up, I went for a walk, for a walk, I went to shout, shout, As if to provoke Stubborn men. To the king! - to the right is heard, Responds to the left: Pop! ass! ass! The whole forest was alarmed, With flying birds By swift beasts And creeping reptiles, - And moan, and roar, and hum! Before everyone is a gray hare From a nearby bush Suddenly jumped out, as if disheveled, And he took off running! Behind him the little ones grumble At the top of the birch trees raised Disgusting, sharp squeak. And then there is the chiffchaff With fright, a tiny chick I fell from the nest; The chiffchaff chirps, cries, Where is the chick? - will not find! Then the old cuckoo I woke up and made up my mind Cuckoo for someone; It was taken ten times, Yes, every time I got confused And she started again ... Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo! The bread will be pricked You will choke on an ear - You will not cuckoo! Seven owls flew together, Admire the carnage From seven big trees Laughing, night owls! And their eyes are yellow They burn like an ardent wax Fourteen candles! And a raven, a smart bird, Has come, sits on a tree By the fire itself. Sits and prays to the devil To be smacked to death Someone! A cow with a bell That fought back in the evening Came to the fire, set Eyes on the men I listened to crazy speeches And the beginning, heart, Moo, moo, moo! The stupid cow hums, The little ones are squealing. The violent guys are shouting, And the echo echoes to everyone. One care for him - To tease honest people Scare guys and women! Nobody saw him And everyone has heard Without a body - but it lives, Without a tongue - screams! Owl - zamoskvoretskaya The princess is mooing right there, Flies over the peasants Shuffling on the ground That about the bushes with a wing ... The fox itself is cunning, By the curiosity of a woman, Sneaked up to the men Listened, listened And she walked away, thinking: "And the devil won't understand them!" Indeed: the debaters themselves We hardly knew, remembered - What are they making noise about ... Humping the sides decently Each other, come to their senses The peasants finally Drank from a puddle Have washed, refreshed, The dream began to roll them ... At that time, a tiny chick, Little by little, half a plant, Low flying, I got close to the fire. Pakhomushka caught him, Brought to the fire, looked And he said: “Little bird, And the marigold is awesome! I breathe - you will roll off the palm, I sneeze - you will roll into the fire, I click - you roll dead, But all the same, you, little bird, Stronger than a man! The wings will get stronger soon, Huh! wherever you want, You will fly there! Oh you, little birdie! Give us your wings We will fly around the whole kingdom, Let's see, taste, We will ask - and we will find out: Who lives happily Is it at ease in Russia? " "Wouldn't even need wings, If only we had bread Half a day a day, - And so we would be Mother Russia We measured it with our feet! " - Said the gloomy Prov. "Yes, a bucket of vodka", - Increased the desire Before the vodka, the Gubin brothers, Ivan and Mitrodor. "Yes, in the morning there would be cucumbers There are ten salty ones ", - The men were joking. "And at noon I would have a jug Cold kvass ". "And in the evening for a teapot Hot seagull ... " While they grumbled The warbler whirled, whirled Above them: listened to everything And she sat down by the fire. Chiviknula, jumped Pahomu says: “Let the chick free! For a chick for a small I will give a large ransom. " - What will you give? - "I'll give you bread Half a day a day I'll give you a bucket of vodka, In the morning I will give cucumbers, And at noon sour kvass, And in the evening a seagull! " - And where, Page 2 of 11 small birdie, - The Gubin brothers asked, - You will find wine and bread Are you seven men? - “Find - you yourself will find. And I, little birdie, I'll tell you how to find it. " - Tell! - “Go through the woods, Against the thirtieth pillar Just a mile away: You will come to the clearing Are standing in that meadow Two old pines Under these under the pines The box is buried. Get her, - The box is that magic: There is a self-assembled tablecloth in it, Whenever you wish Feed, give water! Just say quietly: "Hey! self-assembled tablecloth! Treat the peasants! " According to your desire, At my behest Everything will appear immediately. Now - let the chick go! " - Wait! we are poor people We go on a long road, - Pakhom answered her. - I see you are a wise bird Respect - old clothes Bewitch us! - So that the Armenians are peasants Was worn, not worn! - Roman demanded. - So that linden lapotts They served, did not break, - Demian demanded. - That louse, nasty flea In shirts did not multiply, - Luke demanded. - Wouldn't they be deceived by the girls ... - Gubina demanded ... And the bird answered them: “All the tablecloth is self-assembled Repair, wash, dry You will ... Well, let it go! .. " Opening a wide palm, I let the chick go through the groin. Let it go - and a tiny chick, Little by little, half a plant, Low flying, He went to the hollow. A chiffchaff soared behind him And on the fly she added: “Look, mind you, one! How much edible it will endure Womb - then ask And you can demand vodka One bucket a day. If you ask more, And one and two - it will come true According to your desire, And in the third there will be trouble! " And the warbler flew away With your dear chick, And the men in single file Stretched to the road Search for the thirtieth pillar. Found! - Walk silently Directly, rightly Through the forest through the dense, Each step is counted. And how the mile was measured, We saw a clearing - Are standing in that meadow Two old pines ... The peasants dug We got that box Opened - and found That self-assembled tablecloth! They found it and cried out at once: “Hey, self-assembled tablecloth! Treat the peasants! " Lo and behold - the tablecloth unfolded, From where it came from Two hefty hands They put a bucket of wine, A mountain of bread was laid And they hid again. "Why aren't there cucumbers?" "What's not hot seagull?" "That there is no cold kvask?" Everything appeared suddenly ... The peasants got loose We sat down by the tablecloth. Let's go to the feast like a mountain! They kiss for joy A friend to a friend is promised Do not fight in vain forward, But the matter is really controversial According to reason, in a divine way, On the honor of the story - Do not toss and turn in the houses, Not see any wives, Not with little guys Not with the old people, As long as the matter is controversial No solution will be found Until they bring As it is for certain: Who lives happily Is it at ease in Russia? Putting such a zarok, In the morning like the dead The men fell asleep ... Chapter I. POP Wide path Lined with birches Stretched far Sandy and deaf. On the sides of the path There are gentle hills With fields, with hayfields, And more often with an uncomfortable Abandoned land; The villages are old, New villages are standing By the rivers, by the ponds ... Forests, meadows, Russian streams and rivers In the spring they are good. But you, spring fields! Poor seedlings It's not fun to look at! “It’s not for nothing that in the long winter (Our pilgrims interpret) Snow fell every day. Spring has come - the snow has affected! He is humble for the time being: Flies - is silent, lies - is silent, When he dies, then it roars. Water - wherever you look! The fields are completely flooded To carry manure - there is no road, And the time is not too early - The month of May is coming! " Lovingly and old ones, More sick than the new Villages to look at them. Oh huts, new huts! You are smart, yes it builds you Not an extra penny, And a blood misfortune! .. In the morning we met the wanderers More and more people are small: His brother is a peasant-lapotnik, Artisans, beggars, Soldiers, coachmen. The beggars, the soldiers The wanderers did not ask How is it easy for them, is it difficult Living in Russia? Soldiers shave with an awl, The soldiers are warming themselves with smoke - What happiness is there? .. Already the day was leaning towards evening, They go the way, the way, The pop rides towards. The peasants took off their hats. They bowed low, Lined up in a row And the gelding to Savrasom They blocked the way. The priest raised his head He looked, asked with his eyes: What do they want? “I suppose! we are not robbers! " - Luke said to the priest. (Luka is a big-ass man, With a wide beard. Stubborn, articulate and stupid. Luca is like a mill: One is not a bird mill, That, no matter how it flaps its wings, Probably not going to fly.) “We are sedate men, Of those temporarily liable, Tightened province, Terpigorev County, Empty parish, Roundabout villages: Zaplatova, Dyryavina, Razutova, Znobishina, Gorelova, Neyolova - Bad harvest, too. We are going on an important matter: We have a concern Is such a care Which survived from the houses, Made us friends with work, Beaten off from food. Give us the right word To our peasant speech Without laughter and without cunning, By conscience, by reason, To answer truthfully, Not so with your caretaker We will go to another ... " - I give you the right word: If you ask a question, Without laughter and without cunning, In truth and reason, How should I answer. "Thanks. Listen! Walking the way, the way We agreed by chance Agreed and argued: Who has fun Is it at ease in Russia? The novel said: to the landowner, Demyan said: to the official, And I said: the priest. To the fat-bellied merchant, - The brothers Gubins said, Ivan and Mitrodor. Pakhom said: to the most luminous To the noble boyar, To the Sovereign Minister. And Prov said: to the king ... A man that is a bull: will be blown What a whim in the head - Colom her from there You can't knock it out: no matter how you argue, We disagreed! Having argued - quarreled, Having quarreled - fought, Having fought, they thought: Do not go apart Do not toss and turn in the houses, Not see any wives, Not with little guys Not with the old people, As long as we dispute We won't find a solution Until we bring No matter how it is - for sure: To whom it is pleasant to live, Is it at ease in Russia? Tell us in a divine way: Is the life of a priest sweet? How are you - at ease, happily Are you living, honest father? .. " Downcast, thought Sitting in a cart, pop And he said: - Orthodox! To murmur against God is a sin, I carry my cross with patience I live ... but how? Listen! I'll tell you the truth, the truth And you are a peasant mind Dare! - "Start!" - What is happiness, in your opinion? Peace, wealth, honor - Isn't that so, dear friends? They said: "So" ... - Now let's see, brothers, What is the rest of the ass? To start, to admit, it would be necessary Almost from birth itself, How does the diploma get the priest's son, At what cost a priest The priesthood is bought Better keep quiet! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Page 3 of 11 . . . . . . . . . . Our roads are difficult. We have a big parish. Sick, dying Born into the world Do not choose time: In the harvest and in the haymaking, On a dead autumn night, In winter, in severe frosts, And in spring floods - Go where the name is! You go unreservedly. And even if only the bones Broke alone, - No! every time he will The soul will overpower. Do not believe, Orthodox, There is a limit to the habit: No heart to endure Without a certain thrill Death wheeze Funeral sob Orphan sorrow! Amen! .. Now think. What is the rest of the ass? .. The peasants thought little Letting the priest rest They said with a bow: "What more can you tell us?" - Now let's see, brothers, What is the priest honor? It's a delicate task Wouldn't make you angry ... Tell me, Orthodox Christians, Who do you call A foal breed? Chur! answer the demand! The peasants have forgotten themselves. They are silent - and the priest is silent ... - Who are you afraid of meeting, Walking the way, the way? Chur! answer the demand! Groaning, shifting, - About whom you compose You are joking fairy tales, And the songs are obscene And any blasphemy? .. I'll get a sedate mother, Popov's innocent daughter, Seminary of everyone - How do you honor? Who is in pursuit, like a gelding, Shout: ho-ho-ho? .. The guys looked down, They are silent - and the priest is silent ... The peasants thought And pop with a wide hat He waved in his face Yes, he looked at the sky. In the spring, that the grandchildren are small, With the rosy sun-grandpa The clouds are playing: Here is the right side One continuous cloud Covered - clouded It got dark and cried: Rows of threads are gray They hung to the ground. And closer, above the peasants, From small, torn, Cheerful clouds The sun laughs red Like a sheaf girl. But the cloud has moved Pop is covered with a hat - Be in heavy rain. And the right side Already bright and joyful There the rain stops. Not rain, there is a miracle of God: There with golden threads Hanks are hung ... "Not by yourself ... by your parents We are so ... "- the Gubin brothers Finally they said. And the others agreed: "Not on your own, for your parents!" And the priest said: - Amen! Sorry, Orthodox! Not in condemnation of a neighbor, And at your request I told you the truth. Such is the honor of the priest In the peasantry. And the landowners ... “You are past them, landowners! We know them! " - Now let's see, brothers, Where is the wealth Is Popovskoye coming? .. During the near Russian Empire Noble estates It was full. And the landowners lived there, Famous owners, Which are no longer there! Fertile and multiply And we were allowed to live. That there were weddings played there, That children were born On free bread! Although they are often cool, However, the voluntary They were gentlemen The parish did not shy away: They got married with us, We baptized children People came to us to repent We sang them And if it happened, That a landowner lived in the city, So die probably I came to the village. If he dies by accident, And then he will punish hard Bury in the parish. You look at the village temple On a chariot of mourning Six horses heirs The deceased is being carried - A good amendment to the ass, A holiday for the laity ... And now it’s not that! Like a Jewish tribe, The landowners scattered In a distant foreign land And native to Russia. Now there is no time for pride To lie in their own possession Next to fathers, grandfathers, And many possessions Let's go to the traders. Oh sleek bones Russian, noble ones! Where are you not buried? What land are you not in? Then, an article ... schismatics ... I am not sinful, I did not live Nothing with the schismatics. Fortunately, there was no need: My parish includes Living in Orthodoxy Two thirds of the parishioners. And there are such volosts, Where almost all schismatics, So what about the ass? Everything in the world is changeable The world itself will pass away ... Previously strict laws To the schismatics, softened, And with them and priest The mat came to income. The landowners were transferred, They do not live in estates And die in old age They no longer come to us. Wealthy landowners Praying old women, Who died out Who settled down Near monasteries Nobody is now a cassock He won't give it to the priest! Nobody will embroider the air ... Live with peasants alone Collect worldly dimes, Yes pies for the holidays Yes, eggs about the saint. The peasant himself needs And I would be glad to give, but there is nothing ... And then not everyone And the peasant penny is nice. Our meager pleasures Sands, swamps, mosses, The cattle walks from hand to mouth Bread itself-friend will be born, And if you get uncomfortable The cheese is the earth-nurse, So the new trouble: Nowhere to go with bread! Support need, sell it For sheer trifle, And there - crop failure! Then pay an exorbitant price Sell the cattle. Pray, Orthodox! Great trouble threatens And this year: The winter was fierce Spring is rainy It would have been a long time to sow, And there is water in the fields! Have mercy, Lord! Let's go cool rainbow To our heavens! (Taking off his hat, the shepherd is baptized, And listeners too.) Our villages are poor And in them the peasants are sick Yes, women are sad women, Nurses, drinkers, Slaves, worshipers And eternal workers Lord give them strength! With such labors a penny It's hard to live! It happens to the sick You will come: not dying, The peasant family is terrible The hour she has to To lose the breadwinner! Parting with the deceased And support the rest Trying to the best of your ability The spirit is cheerful! And here to you The old woman, the mother of the deceased, Lo and behold, stretches with bony, Calloused hand. The soul will turn over How they ring in this little hand Two copper dimes! Of course, the matter is clean - For demanding retribution, Not to take - there is nothing to live with. Yes word of comfort Freeze on the tongue And as if offended Go home ... Amen ... Finished speech - and gelding Pop whipped lightly. The peasants parted, They bowed low. The horse walked slowly. And six comrades, As if they conspired They attacked with reproaches With selected big swearing On poor Luca: - What, took it? stubborn head! Village club! There he gets into a dispute! - "Bell nobles - The priests live like a prince. Go under the sky the most Popov's rooms, The priest's patrimony is buzzing - The bells are loud - For the whole world of God. For three years I, little robots, He lived with the priest in the workers, Raspberries are not life! Popova porridge - with butter. Popov pie - stuffed Popov cabbage soup - with smelt! Popov's wife is fat Popova is a white daughter, Popova's horse is fat, The priest's bee is full, How the bell rings! " Page 4 of 11 here's your vaunted Popov's life! Why was he screaming, swaggering? Climbing into a fight, anathema? Wasn't that what I thought to take, What a shovel beard? So with a beard goat Walked around the world earlier Than the forefather Adam, A fool is considered And now the goat! .. Luka stood silent, I was afraid they would not impose Comrades in the sides. It has become so, Yes, to the happiness of the peasant The road is lowered - Priest's face is stern It appeared on a hillock ... CHAPTER II. RURAL FAIR No wonder our wanderers Scolded wet Cold spring. The peasant needs spring And early and friendly, And here - even like a wolf howl! The sun does not warm the earth, And the clouds are rainy Like milking cows They walk through the heavens. Driven away the snow, and the greenery No grass, no leaf! The water is not removed The earth does not dress Green bright velvet And, like a dead man without a shroud, Lies under a cloudy sky Sad and naked. Sorry for the poor peasant And more pity the little animal; Having fed meager reserves, Master of twigs I drove her into the meadows, And what to take there? Blacky! Only on Nikolay Veshniy The weather has settled down Green fresh grass The cattle ate. The day is hot. Under the birches The peasants make their way They gutt among themselves: “We go to one village, Let's go another - empty! And today is a festive day, Where did the people go? .. " They go by the village - on the street Some guys are small In the houses - old women, Or even completely locked Lock gates. The lock is a faithful dog: Doesn't bark, doesn't bite, But he does not let him into the house! We passed the village and saw Mirror in green frame: A full pond with the edges. Swallows fly over the pond; Some kind of mosquitoes Agile and skinny Jumping like dry Walk on the water. Along the banks, in the broom, Crake creaks. On a long, wobbly raft Tolstoy with a roll It stands like a plucked haystack, Tucking in the hem. On the same raft A duck is sleeping with ducklings ... Chu! horse snoring! The peasants looked at once And they saw above the water Two heads: peasant. Curly and swarthy, With an earring (the sun was blinking On that white earring) Another - horse With a rope of five fathoms. A man takes a rope in his mouth A man swims - and a horse swims, The peasant neighed - and the horse neighed. They are floating, shouting! Under the woman, Under the little ducklings The raft is walking. I caught up with the horse - grab the withers! I jumped up and rode out to the meadow Child: the body is white, And the neck is like resin; The water is rolling in streams From horse and rider. "What do you have in the village Neither old nor small How did all the people die out? " - We went to the village of Kuzminskoe, Today there is a fair And a temple holiday. - "How far is Kuzminskoye?" - Let it be three versts. “Let's go to the village of Kuzminskoe, Let's see the holiday-fair! " - The men decided And they thought to themselves: “Isn't he hiding there, Who lives happily? .. " Kuzminskoye rich, And what's more - dirty Trade village. Stretches along the slope, Then it descends into the ravine. And there again on the hill - How can there be no dirt here? Two churches in it are old, One Old Believer, Another Orthodox, House with the inscription: school, Empty, packed tightly Hut in one window, With the image of a paramedic, Bleeding. There is a dirty hotel Decorated with a sign (With a big nosed teapot The tray is in the hands of the carrier And in small cups Like a goose with goslings, That teapot is surrounded) There are permanent shops Like a county Gostiny Dvor ... The wanderers came to the square: There are a lot of things for the goods And seemingly invisibly To the people! Isn't it fun? It seems that there is no godfather's move, And, as if in front of icons, Men without hats. Such a side! Look where they go Peasant slimes: In addition to the wine warehouse, Taverns, restaurants, A dozen damask shops, Three inns, Yes "Renskoy cellar", Yes, a couple of taverns. Eleven tavern For the holiday they put Tents in the countryside. Each has five trays; Carriers are thugs Well-planned, well-cut, And they can't keep up with everything, You can't handle the change! Look what? stretched out Peasant hands with hats, With scarves, with mittens. Oh, Orthodox thirst, Where are you great! Just to douse my darling And there they will get hats, How the bazaar will go. By drunken heads The spring sun is playing ... Intoxicating, loudly, festively, Motley, red all around! The boys are wearing plisovy pants, Striped vests, Shirts of all colors; The women are wearing red dresses The girls have braids with ribbons, They float with winches! And there are also entertainers, Dressed like a capital - And expands and sulks Hoop hem! If you come in, they will get dressed up! At ease, newfangled women, Fishing tackle for you Wear it under skirts! The smart-looking women, Old Believers are feisty Tovarke says: “Be hungry! be hungry! Marvel at how the seedlings got wet That the flood is more spring Worth up to Petrov! Ever since the women started Dress up in red calico, - Forests do not rise And at least not this bread! " - What are the red calicoes? Are you guilty here, mother? I can't imagine! - “And those French calicoes - Painted with dog's blood! Well ... do you understand now? .. " They knocked on the horse, Along the hills where they piled Roe deer, rake, harrows, Baghry, trolley machines, Rims, axes. There was a brisk trade, With God, with jokes, With a healthy, loud laugh. And how not to laugh? Some tiny guy I walked, tried the rims: I bent one - I don't like it He bent the other, pushed. And the rim will straighten out - Click on the man's forehead! The man roars over the rim "With an elm club" Scolds the brawler. Another came with different Wooden craft - And dumped the whole cart! Drunk! The axle broke And he began to beat her - Broke the ax! Thoughtful A man over an ax Scolds him, scolds him, As if the thing does: “You scoundrel, not an ax! Empty service, spit And that did not serve. All your life you bowed And I have never been affectionate! " The wanderers went to the shops: Admire handkerchiefs Ivanovo calico, With shleys, new shoes, We will make kimryaks. At that shoe shop The wanderers laugh again: There are gantry shoes Grandfather traded to his granddaughter, Five times about the price Page 5 of 11 asked Twisted in his hands, looked around: The product is of the first grade! “Well, uncle! two two-corner Pay, or get lost! " - The merchant told him. - Wait a minute! - Admires Old man with a tiny boot, Such is the speech: - My son-in-law does not care, and my daughter will be silent, And I'm sorry for my granddaughter! Hanged herself On the neck, fidget: “Buy a present, grandfather. Buy it! " - Silk head The face tickles, flippers, Kisses the old man. Wait, barefoot creepers! Wait, whirligig! Gantry Buy boots ... Vavilushka boasted, Both old and small He promised gifts And he drank himself to a penny! As my eyes are shameless Will I show you home? .. My son-in-law does not care, and my daughter will be silent, Wife - spit, let her grumble! And I'm sorry for my granddaughter! .. - Went again About the granddaughter! Kills! .. The people gathered, listen, Do not laugh, feel sorry for; Happen, work, bread They would help him And take out two two-cents - So you yourself will be left with nothing. Yes, there was a man here Pavlusha Veretennikov (What kind, title, The peasants did not know However, they called him "master". He was pretty good at balding, Wore a red shirt Cloth undergarment, Grease boots; Sang fluently Russian songs And he loved to listen to them. Many have seen him In the inns In taverns, in taverns.) So he helped Vavila out - I bought him shoes. Vavilo grabbed them And he was like that! - For joy Thanks even to the master Forgot to tell the old man But other peasants So they were comforted, So happy, as if everyone He gave it in rubles! There was also a shop here With pictures and books Ofeni stocked up With your merchandise in it. "Do you need generals?" - The scorch merchant asked them. “And give me generals! Yes, only you are conscientious So that they are real - Thicker, more threatening. " “Wonderful! how do you look! - The merchant said with a grin, - It's not about the build ... " - And in what? kidding me, friend! Rubbish, or what, it is desirable to sell? Where are we going with her? You are naughty! Before the peasant All generals are equal Like cones on spruce: To sell the shabby one You need to get to the dock, And the fat and the terrible I'll foist on everyone ... Come on big, dignified, Chest uphill, bulging eyes, Yes, to more stars! "Would you like civilians?" - Well, here's more with the civil servants! - (However, they took it - cheap! - Of some dignitary For belly with a barrel of wine And seventeen stars.) Merchant - with all due respect, What he likes he treats (From Lubyanka - the first thief!) - Lowered a hundred Blucher, Archimandrite Photius, Rogue Sipko, Sold books: "Jester Balakirev" And "English my lord" ... We put little books in a box, Let's go for a walk portraits For the kingdom of all Russia, Until they settle down In a peasant summer house, On a low wall ... The devil knows what for! Eh! eh! will the time come When (come, desired! ..) They will make it clear to the peasant What a portrait of a portrait, What is the book of the book? When a man is not Blucher And not my foolish lord - Belinsky and Gogol Will they carry it from the bazaar? Oh people, Russian people! Orthodox peasants! Have you ever heard Are you those names? Those are great names Wore them, glorified them People's defenders! Here you have their portraits Hang in your chambers, “And I would be glad to heaven, but the door This kind of speech breaks in To the shop unexpectedly. - Which door do you want? - “Yes to the booth. Chu! music!.." - Come on, I'll show you! - Having heard about the booth, Let's go our pilgrims too Listen, take a look. A comedy with Petrushka, With a goat with a drummer And not with a simple organ, And with real music They looked here. Comedy is not wise However, not stupid either, Lost, quarterly Not in the eyebrow, but right in the eye! The hut is full, half-hearted. The people are cracking nuts And then two or three peasants They will spread a word - Look, vodka has appeared: They'll see and drink! They laugh, they are comforted And often in speech to Petrushkin Insert a well-aimed word, What you can't imagine Swallow the feather at least! There are such lovers - How the comedy ends They will go behind the screens, They kiss, fraternize, Rumble with the musicians: "Where, well done?" - And we were master, They played the landlord. Now we are free people Who will bring it up, sweat it, That is our master! “And business, dear friends, Quite a bar you amused, Amuse the men! Hey! small! sweet vodka! Liqueurs! tea! half beer! Tsimlyansky - live! .. " And the sea is poured Will go, more generous than the lord The children will be treated. Winds do not blow violent Mother earth does not sway - Noises, sings, swears, Swinging, lying around Fights and kisses People have a holiday! He showed the peasants How we went out on a hillock, That the whole village is reeling That even the church is old From the high bell tower It staggered once or twice! - Here sober, that naked, Awkward ... Our pilgrims Walked across the square And by the evening they left A turbulent village ... CHAPTER III. DRUNK NIGHT Not a barn, not a barn, Not a tavern, not a mill, How often in Russia, The village ended low Log structure With iron bars Small windows. Behind that landmark building Wide path Lined with birches It opened right there. On weekdays, uncrowded, Sad and quiet She's not the same now! All along that path And along the roundabout paths, As far as the eye could see, Crawling, lying, driving. Drunk And the groan was moaning! Heavy carts hide, And like calf heads Swing, swing Victory heads Sleepy men! The people walk and fall As if because of the rollers Enemies with grapes They're shooting at the men! Silent night descends Already went into the dark sky Moon, already Page 6 of 11 writes a letter Lord of red gold On blue velvet That tricky letter, Which is not reasonable, Buzzing! That the sea is blue Falls silent, rises Popular rumor. “And we are fifty dollars to the clerk: The request was made To the head of the province ... " "Hey! the sack fell from the cart! " “Where are you going, Olenushka? Wait! I'll also give you a gingerbread, You, like a flea, are nimble I ate enough and jumped. I couldn't stroke it! " "Good you, royal letter, Yes, you are not writing about us ... " "Move aside, people!" (Excise officials With bells, with badges They swept from the bazaar.) “And I mean now: And a broom rubbish, Ivan Ilyich, And walks on the floor Where will it spray! " “God forbid, Parashenka, Don't go to St. Petersburg! There are such officials You are their cook day, And their night is maddening - So it doesn't give a damn! " "Where are you going, Savvushka?" (The priest shouts to the Sotsky On horseback, with a government plate.) - I ride to Kuzminskoye Behind the Stanov. Occasion: There in front of the peasant They killed ... - "Eh! .. sins! .." "How thin you have become, Daryushka!" - Not a spindle, friend! This is what turns more, It becomes more belly And I'm like a day-to-day ... “Hey guy, silly guy, Ragged, lousy, Hey, love me! Me, simple-haired, A drunken woman, old, Zaaa-paaaa-chinky! .. " Our peasants are sober, Looking, listening They go their own way. In the middle of the path Some guy is quiet I dug a large hole. "What are you doing here?" - And I bury my mother! - "Fool! what a mother! Look: new coat You buried it in the ground! Go quickly yes grunt Lay down in the ditch, drink some water! Perhaps the nonsense will jump off! " "Come on, let's stretch!" Two peasants sit down, Resting on their feet And they live, and they push, Groaning - stretching on a rolling pin, The joints are cracking! I didn't like it on the rolling pin: "Let's try now Stretch your beard! " When the beard is tidy They diminished each other, They clung to the cheekbones! They puff, blush, writhe, They moo, squeal, and stretch! “Let it be for you, damned! You won't spill it with water! " Women quarrel in the ditch One shouts: "Go home More sickening than hard labor! " Another: - You're lying, in my house Worse than yours! My elder son-in-law broke my rib, The middle son-in-law stole a ball, A ball of spit, but the point is - The fifty-kopeck piece was wrapped in it, And the younger son-in-law takes all the knife, Look, he will kill him, he will kill him! .. “Well, full, full, dear! Well, don't be angry! - behind the roller You can hear it nearby. - I'm nothing ... let's go! " Such a disastrous night! Whether to the right or to the left You will see from the road: Couples are walking together Are they going to that grove? Nightingales sing ... The road is crowded What later is uglier: More and more often come across Beaten, crawling Lying in a layer. Without swearing, as usual, A word will not be spoken Crazy, obscene, She is the most audible! The taverns are in turmoil The carts are messed up Scared horses They run without riders; Small children cry here. Wives, mothers grieve: Is it easy from a drinking Call men? .. Our pilgrims are coming And they see: Veretennikov (What are the gantry shoes I gave it to Vavila) Conversations with peasants. The peasants open up Milyage likes: Pavel will praise the song - They will sing five times, write it down! Like the proverb - Write the proverb! Having written enough Veretennikov told them: “Russian peasants are smart, One thing is not good What they drink to the point of stupor They fall into ditches, into ditches - It's a shame to look! " The peasants listened to that speech, They cheered on the master. Pavlusha something in the little book I wanted to write already. Yes, drunk came out Man - he is against the master I lay on my stomach I looked into his eyes, I kept silent - but suddenly How to jump up! Straight to the master - Grab the pencil from your hands! - Wait, empty head! Crazy news, shameless Don't talk about us! What are you jealous of! That the poor is having fun Peasant soul? We drink a lot in time And the more we work. You see a lot of us drunk And more of us sober. Have you been in the villages? Let's take a bucket of vodka Let's go to the huts: In one, in the other they will pile up, And in the third they will not touch - Our family is drinking Non-drinking family! They do not drink, and also toil, It would be better if they drank, stupid ones, Yes, the conscience is ... It's wonderful to watch as it tumble In such a sober hut Peasant trouble, - And I would not look! .. I saw Are the Russian villages in pain? In a drinking-house, eh, people? We have vast fields, And not much generous Tell me, by whose hand From spring they will dress Will they undress in the fall? Have you met a man After work in the evening? Reap a good mountain I put it down, ate it from a pea: "Hey! hero! straw I'll knock you down, step aside! " Peasant food is sweet, The iron saw the whole century Chews, but does not eat! Yes, the belly is not a mirror, We don't cry for food ... You work alone And as soon as the work is over, Look, there are three equity holders: God, king and lord! And there is also a destructive thief Fourth, angrier than the Tatar, So he will not share, One will eat everything! We have stuck on the third day The same poor gentleman, Like you, from near Moscow. Writes songs Tell him a proverb Zagani riddle. And there was another - prying, How much a day will you work By little, little by little Do you shove the pieces into your mouth? Measures a different land, Different in the village of inhabitants Reread it on the fingers But they did not count, Since in the summer everyone The fire blows the wind Peasant labor? .. There is no measure for Russian hops. Have we measured our grief? Is there a measure of work? Wine pours down the peasant Doesn't grief bring him down? Doesn't work bring down? A man does not measure trouble, Cope with everything, Whatever you come. A man, working, does not think That will tear strength. So recklessly over the charka Think about what is superfluous Will you get into a ditch? Why should you be ashamed to look, Like drunks lying around So look, come on As from a swamp by dragging The peasants have wet hay, Having mowed, they drag: Where horses can't get through Where and without burden on foot It's dangerous to cross There is a horde of peasants By koch, by zagorin Crawling crawling with whips - The peasant navel is bursting! Under the sun without hats In sweat, in mud up to the top of my head, Cut with sedge, Swamp reptile-midge Eaten into the blood Are we prettier here? Pity - pity skillfully, To the master's measure Don't measure the peasant! Not gentle white-handed And we are great people At work and in fun! .. Every peasant Soul that black cloud - Angry, formidable - and it should be Thunders thunder from there, To pour bloody rains And everything ends with wine. A glass went through the veins - And she laughed good Peasant soul! It is necessary not to grieve here, Look around - rejoice! Ay guys, ay Page 7 of 11 youngsters, They know how to take a walk! They threw up the bones They drained my darling And valiant prowess We saved about the case! .. A man stood on a roller Stomped with noodles And, after a moment's silence, Admiring the cheerful, Roaring crowd: - Hey! you are a peasant kingdom, Capless, drunk Make noise - make noise more freely! .. - "What is your name, old lady?" - And what? will you write it down in a little book? Perhaps there is no need! Write: “In the village of Basov Yakim Nagoy lives He works to death Drinks half to death! .. " The peasants laughed And they told the master, What is the man Yakim. Yakim, a wretched old man, Once lived in St. Petersburg, Yes, I ended up in jail: With the merchant it took it into his head to compete! Peeled off like a sticky piece, He returned to his homeland And he took up the plow. Since then, thirty years have been fried On a strip in the sun Escapes under the harrow From frequent rain Lives - fiddles with a plow, And death will come to Yakimushka - As a clod of earth falls off, That the plow is dry ... There was a case with him: a picture He bought his son, I hung them on the walls And he himself is no less than a boy He loved to look at them. God's displeasure has come, The village is on fire - And Yakimushka had For a whole century, accumulated Thirty-five rubles. Hurry to take rubles, And he first pictures Began to tear from the wall; Meanwhile his wife I fiddled with icons And then the hut collapsed - So Yakim blundered! The rubbers merged into a lump, For that lump they give him Eleven rubles ... “Oh brother Yakim! not cheap The pictures are okay! But in a new hut I suppose you hung them? " - Hung - there are new ones, - Yakim said - and fell silent. The master looked at the plowman: The chest is sunken; how depressed Stomach; at the eyes, at the mouth Bends like cracks On dry ground; And myself to mother earth It looks like: the neck is brown, Like a layer cut off with a plow, Brick face The hand is tree bark, And the hair is sand. The peasants, as they noticed, That they are not offended by the master Yakim's words And they themselves agreed With Yakim: - The word is true: It befits us to drink! We drink - it means we feel the strength! Great sorrow will come How can we stop drinking! .. The work would not fail The trouble would not prevail Hops won't beat us! Is not it? "Yes, God is merciful!" - Well, have a glass with us! We got some vodka and drank it. Yakima Veretennikov I raised two scales. - Ay sir! not angry Reasonable little head! (Yakim told him.) Reasonable little head How not to understand the peasant? Do pigs walk around? zemi - They do not see the sky for centuries! .. Suddenly the song burst out in unison Removing consonant: A dozen threesomes, Khmelninki, and do not fall, They walk in a row, sing, They sing about Mother Volga, About brave prowess, About girlish beauty. The whole path has quieted down, That one song is foldable Rolls wide, freely, Like rye spreads in the wind, According to the heart of the peasant Goes with longing fire! .. To the song that daring Lost in thought, burst into tears Young one: “My century is like a day without a sun, My century is like a night without a month And I, mlada-young, That a greyhound horse on a leash What a swallow without wings! My old husband, jealous husband, Drunk drunk, snoring snoring, Me, young, young, And sleepy guards! " So the young woman cried Yes, she suddenly jumped off the cart! "Where?" - shouts a jealous husband, Got up - and a woman by the scythe, Like a radish for a whip! Ouch! night, drunk night! Not bright, but starry, Not hot, but tender Spring breeze! And to our good fellows You weren't wasted! They felt sad for their little wives, It is true: with the little wife Now it would be more fun! Ivan shouts: "I want to sleep", And Maryushka: - And I'm with you! - Ivan shouts: "The bed is narrow", And Maryushka: - Let's settle down! - Ivan shouts: "Oh, it's cold", And Maryushka: - Let's get dark! - How did they remember that song Without a word - agreed Try your casket. One why God knows Between the field and the road A thick linden tree has grown. Wanderers sat down under it And they said carefully: "Hey! self-assembled tablecloth, Treat the peasants! " And the tablecloth unfolded From where it came from Two hefty hands: They put a bucket of wine, A mountain of bread was laid And they hid again. The peasants were reinforced. Roman for the sentry Stayed by the bucket And the others intervened Into the crowd - look for the happy one: They wanted to Hurry to get home ... CHAPTER IV. HAPPY In a loud, festive crowd Wanderers walked They cried out the cry: "Hey! is there no happy one? Show up! If it turns out That you live happily We have a bucket ready: Drink for free as much as you like - We will treat you to glory! .. " To such unheard-of speeches Sober people laughed, And drunk and smart Almost spat in the beard Zealous screamers. However, hunters Take a sip of free wine Enough was found. When the strangers returned Under the linden, calling out a cry, The people surrounded them. The fired deacon came Skinny as a sulfur match, And he dismissed the fringes, That happiness is not in pastures, Not in sables, not in gold, Not in expensive stones. "And in what?" - In good humor! There are limits to possessions Lords, nobles, kings of the earth, And the wise possession - The whole helipad of Christ! Kohl will warm the sun Yes, I will miss a kosushchechka, So I'm happy! - "Where are you going to get a kosushechka?" - Yes, you promised to give ... “Get out! you are naughty! .. " An old woman came, Pockmarked, one-eyed, And announced, bowing, That she is happy: What's her fall Rap up to a thousand was born On a small ridge. - Such a turnip is large, Such turnips are delicious And the whole ridge is three fathoms, And in front of it - an arshin! - They laughed at the woman, But they didn't give a drop of vodka: “Have a drink at home, old one, Have a snack with that turnip! " A soldier came with medals, Slightly alive, but I want to drink: - I'm happy! - is talking. “Well, open it up, old lady, What is the happiness of a soldier? Don't hide, look! " - And that, first of all, is happiness, That in twenty battles I was, not killed! And secondly, more importantly, I and during a peaceful time I walked neither full nor hungry, But death was not given! And thirdly - for offenses, Great and small I beat mercilessly with sticks, And at least feel it - it's alive! "On! have a drink, servant! There is nothing to argue with you: You are happy - there is no word! " Came with a heavy hammer Olonchanian stonemason, Shouldered, young: - And I live - I do not complain, - He said, - with his wife, with mother We do not know the need! "But what is your happiness?" - But look (and with a hammer, He waved like a feather): If I wake up to the sun Yes, I'll speed up about midnight So I will crush the mountain! Happened, I do not boast, To hammer up crushed stones Five silver a day! Groin raised "happiness" And, grunting decently, Brought to the worker: “Well, weighty! will not Carry about with this happiness Is it hard in old age? .. " - Look, do not brag about strength, - Said the man with shortness of breath, Relaxed, thin (The nose is sharp, like a dead man's, Like a skinny hand rake, Like the spokes of a leg are long Not a man - a mosquito). - I was - no worse than a bricklayer Yes, he also boasted of strength, So God has punished! Dreamed Page 8 of 11 contractor, beast, That the kid is simple Taught me to praise And I'm foolishly happy I work for four! Once I wear a kind I laid the bricks. And here it is, damned, And apply the hard one: "What is it? - is talking. - I don’t recognize Tryphon! Go with such a burden Aren't you ashamed of the fellow? " - And if it seems a little, Add with your master's hand! - I said, angry. Well, for half an hour, I think I waited, and he added, And he planted it, you scoundrel! I can hear it myself - the craving is terrible, Yes, I did not want to back away. And brought in that damn burden I'm on the second floor! The contractor looks, marvels, Shouts, scoundrel, from there: “Well done, Trofim! You don't know what you did: You took down one to the extreme Fourteen poods! " Oh, I know! heart hammer Pounding on the chest, bloody There are circles in the eyes The back seemed to be cracked ... Trembling, legs are loose. Why have I since then! .. Pour half a glass, brother! “Pour? But where is happiness here? We treat the happy And what did you tell! " - Listen! there will be happiness! "Yes, in what, speak up!" - And here's what. In my homeland Like any peasant, I wanted to die. From Peter, relaxed, Crazy, almost without memory, I got into the car. Well, here we go. In the carriage - feverish Hot workers There are a lot of us, I wished for one thing How can I: get to my homeland, To die at home. However, you need happiness And then: we drove in the summer, In the heat, in the stuffy Many have got confused Completely sick heads In the carriage, hell went: He groans, he rolls, Like a catechuver, across the floor, He raves about his wife, mother. Well, at the nearest station And down with that! I looked at my comrades, He himself was on fire, he thought - Not good for me too. In the eyes of the circles are crimson, And everything seems to me, brother, That I cut the peuns! (We are also hunters, Happened to fatten up a year Up to a thousand goiter.) Where did you remember, damned! I tried to pray No! everyone will not go crazy! Would you believe it? whole party Trembling before me! Larynx slit Blood gushes, and they sing! And I with a knife: "Yes, you are full!" How the Lord had mercy, That I didn't scream? I sit, I'm strong ... luckily, The day is over, and by evening It got colder, - took pity God is over the orphans! Well, that's how we got there, And I got home, And here, by God's grace, And it became easier for me ... - What are you bragging about? With your muzhik happiness? - Screams broken to his feet The yard man. - And you treat me: I'm happy, God knows! At the first boyar, At Prince Peremetyev, I was a beloved slave. The wife is a beloved slave, And the daughter together with the young lady She also studied French And all kinds of languages She was allowed to sit down In the presence of the princess ... Ouch! how it stung! .. priests! .. - (And started the right leg Rub your palms.) The peasants laughed. - Why are you laughing, stupid, - Pissed off unexpectedly The courtyard shouted. - I'm sick, but should I tell you What do I pray to the Lord, Getting up and lying down? I pray: "Leave me, Lord, My honorable disease According to her, I'm a nobleman! " Not with your mean fondness, Not hoarse, not a hernia - A noble disease What is there only At the top officials in the empire, I'm sick, man! Yes, it’s called! To get her - Champagne, burgundy, Tokay, Hungarian Thirty years must be drunk ... Behind the chair of the lord At Prince Peremetyev I stood for forty years With the best French truffle I licked the plates Foreign drinks I drank from the glasses ... Well, pour it! - “Get out! We have peasant wine, Simple, not overseas - Not on your lips! " Yellow-haired, hunched over, Shyly crept up to the strangers Belarusian peasant, There also reaches for vodka: - Pour me a manenich too, I'm happy! - is talking. “Don't bother with your hands! Report, prove First, what are you happy with? " - And our happiness is in bread: I'm at home in Belarus With chaff, with a fire Chewed barley bread; Writhing like a woman in labor How to grab the bellies. And now, the mercy of God! - Satisfied with Gubonin They give rye bread I chew - I don’t get rich! - Came some kind of cloudy A guy with a twisted cheekbone, Everything looks to the right: - I go after the bears. And great happiness to me: My three comrades Broke the bears And I live, God is merciful! "Well, look to the left?" I didn't look, no matter how I tried, What scary faces Neither the little peasant twisted: - The bear rolled me Manenichko cheekbone! - "And you measure yourself with the other, Give her your right cheek - Correct ... "- Laughed, However, they brought it up. The ragged beggars Hearing the smell of foam And they came to prove How happy they are: - We are at the door of the shopkeeper Meets with alms, And we will enter the house, so from the house Escorted to the gate ... We will sing a little song The hostess runs to the window With a crumb, with a knife, And we are filling in: “Come on - the whole loaf, Does not wrinkle or crumble You hurry up, but hurry up to us ... " Our pilgrims realized, That they spent vodka for nothing, By the way, and a little bucket End. “Well, it will be with you! Hey, muzhik happiness! Leaky with patches Humpbacked with calluses Get out home! " - And you, dear friends, Ask Ermila Girin, - He said, sitting down with the pilgrims, Dymoglotova villages Peasant Fedosey. - If Yermil won't help out, He won't be lucky So there is nothing to stagger ... “Who is Yermil? Is it a prince, a splendid count? " - Not a prince, not a splendid count, But he's just a man! “You speak more intelligently, Sit down and we will listen What is Yermil? " - And here's what: an orphan Yermilo kept the mill At Unzha. By court Decided to sell the mill: Yermilo came with the others To the ward for the auction. Empty buyers They quickly fell off. One merchant Altynnikov I entered the battle with Yermil, Not lagging behind, bargaining, Deals a pretty penny. How angry Yermilo will be - Grab five rubles at once! The merchant is a pretty penny again, They had a battle; The merchant is his penny, And that one with his ruble! Altynnikov could not resist! Yes, there was an opportunity here: They immediately began to demand The third part of the makings, And the third part is up to a thousand. There was no money with Yermil, Has he done it himself, Have the clerk cheated, But it turned out to be rubbish! Altynnikov cheered up: "My, it turns out, the mill!" "No! - says Yermil, Goes up to the chairman. - Couldn't your grace Wait half an hour? " - What will you do in half an hour? "I'll bring the money!" - Where will you find it? Are you in your mind? Thirty-five versts to the mill, And after an hour the presence The end, my dear! "So, half an hour, excuse me?" - Perhaps we will hesitate for an hour! - Yermil went; clerk We exchanged glances with the merchant, Laugh, scoundrels! To the square to the trade Yermilo came (in the city That day was a bazaar), I stood on a cart, we see: he is baptized, On all four sides Shouts: “Hey, good people! Be quiet, listen I'll tell you the word! " The crowded square has quieted down, And then Yermil about the mill He told the people: "For a long time the merchant Altynnikov Tied to the mill Yes, I didn’t do it either, I spent five times in the city, Said: with Page 9 of 11 overbidding Bidding is scheduled. Idle, you know Carry the treasury to the peasant A country road is not a hand: I arrived without a penny Lo and behold - they have spoken No rebidding bargaining! The vile souls have cheated, Yes, and the infidels laugh: “What, in an hour, can you do? Where will you find the money? " Perhaps I will find, God is merciful! Cunning, strong clerk, And the world is stronger than theirs, The merchant Altynnikov is rich, And all will not resist him Against the worldly treasury - Her, like a fish from the sea, To catch a century is not to catch. Well, brothers! God sees I'll get it off that Friday! The mill is not dear to me, The offense is great! If you know Yermila, If you believe Yermila, So help out, eh! .. " And a miracle happened: Throughout the marketplace Every peasant Like the wind, half left Suddenly spun! The peasantry forked out Yermila is carrying money, They give who is rich in what. Ermilo is a literate guy, Put on a full hat Tselkovikov, lobanchikov, Burnt, bat, battered Peasant bank notes. Yermilo took - did not disdain And a copper nickel. Still he would have disdained When did I come across Other copper hryvnia More expensive than a hundred rubles! Already the whole amount has been fulfilled, And the generosity of the people She grew: - Take it, Ermil Ilyich, Give it back, it won't be lost! - Yermil bowed to the people On all four sides I walked into the ward with a hat, Clutching the treasury in it. The clerk was amazed, Altynnikov turned green, How he is full of the whole thousand I put them on the table! .. Not a wolf's tooth, so a fox's tail, - Let's go play the clerk, Congratulations on your purchase! Yes, Yermil Ilyich is not like that, I didn’t say too much. I didn't give them a penny! The whole city came to look, Like a market day, Friday, After a week of time Yermil in the same square The people were counting on. Where is everyone to be remembered? At that time, the work was done In a fever, in a hurry! However, there was no controversy, And give out an extra penny Yermil didn't have to. Also - he himself told - An extra ruble, whose God knows! Stayed with him. All day long open Yermil walked around, asked: Whose ruble? yes I did not find it. Already the sun has set When from the marketplace Yermil was the last to move, Having given that ruble to the blind ... So that's what Yermil Ilyich is like. - “Wonderful! - said the pilgrims. - However, it is advisable to know - What kind of witchcraft A man over the whole neighborhood Did you take such power? " - Not by witchcraft, but by truth. Have you heard about Hellschina, Yurlov prince fiefdom? "You heard, well, so what?" - It has the main manager There was a gendarme corps Colonel with a star He has five or six assistants, And our Yermilo is a clerk I was in the office. About twenty years old, What will the scribe have? However, for the peasant And the clerk is a man. You approach him first, And he will advise And he will bring you help; Where there is enough strength - it will help out, Will not ask for gratitude And if you give it, it won't take it! A thin conscience is needed - To the peasant from the peasant To extort a penny. In this way, the whole fiefdom At the age of five Yermilu Girin I learned well And then they kicked him out ... They felt sorry for Girin, It was difficult for the new, Grabber, get used to, However, there is nothing to do Time adjusted And to the new scribe. He's not a line without a thrasher, Not a word without a seven-ball, Burnt, from the couturiers - God told him too! However, by the will of God, He did not reign for long, - The old prince passed away, The prince arrived young, I drove that colonel away. Chased away his assistant, I drove the whole office, And he told us from the fiefdom To pick up the steward. Well, we didn't think long Six thousand souls, with the whole fiefdom We shout: - Ermila Girin! - As a man is one! They call Yermila to see the master. After talking with the peasant, From the balcony, the prince shouts: “Well, brothers! be your way. With my princely seal Your choice is approved: The man is agile, competent, I will say one thing: not young? .. " And we: - There is no need, father, And young and smart! - Ermilo went to reign Over the entire prince's patrimony, And he reigned! At seven years old worldly penny I didn’t pinch it under my fingernail, At seven years old, he did not touch the right one, He did not let the guilty man. I didn't twist my soul ... “Stop! - shouted reproachfully Some gray priest The storyteller. - You sin! The harrow went straight, Yes, she suddenly waved to the side - A tooth hit the stone! If he undertook to tell So don't throw out the words From a song: or to wanderers Are you telling a fairy tale? .. I knew Yermila Girin ... " - I suppose I didn't know? We were one of the estates, The same volost, Yes, we were transferred ... "And if you knew Girin, So knew brother Mitri, Think about it, buddy. " The narrator became thoughtful And after a pause, he said: - I lied: the word is superfluous Failed on the fly! There was a case, and Ermil the man Crazy: from recruitment Little brother Mithrius He fended off. We are silent: there is nothing to argue, The master of the elder's brother himself I wouldn’t tell you to zabrit, One Nenila Vlasyeva Crying bitterly for his son, Shouts: not our turn! It is known to have screamed Yes, with that, and drove off. So what is it? Yermil himself, Having finished with the recruitment, I began to yearn, to grieve, Doesn't drink, doesn't eat: that's the end, What's in the stall with a rope His father found him. Here the son repented to his father: “Since the son of Vlasyevna I put it out of line The white light hates me! " And he himself reaches for the rope. Tried to persuade His father and brother, He is all one: “I am a criminal! The villain! tie my hands Lead me to court! " So that it does not happen worse, Father tied the heart He posted a guard. The world has come together, makes a noise, makes a noise, Such a wonderful thing Never came Neither see nor decide. Ermilov family They tried not about that, So that we give them peace, And judge more strictly - Give the boy back to Vlasyevna, Otherwise Yermil will hang himself, You can't see him! Yermil Ilyich himself came, Barefoot, thin, with pads, With a rope in my arms Came and said: “It was time I judged you by conscience, Now I myself am more sinful than you: You judge me! " And bowed at our feet. Neither give nor take the holy fool, Stands, sighs, crosses himself, It was a pity for us to see As he is before the old woman, Before Nenila Vlasyeva, Suddenly I fell to my knees! Well, the affair was all over, The lord of the strong The hand is everywhere; son of Vlasyevna Returned, surrendered Mitriya, Yes, they say, and Mitria It's not hard to serve The prince himself takes care of him. And for the offense from Girin We put a fine: Penalty money for the recruit, A small part of Vlasyevna, Part of the world for wine ... However, after that Yermil did not manage soon, For a year like a crazy walk. No matter how the patrimony asked, I quit my job I rented that mill And he became even worse than before All people love: He took for the grinding according to his conscience. Did not detain the people, Clerk, manager, Wealthy landlords And the men are the poorest - All queues obeyed The order was strict! I myself am already in that province Haven't been in a long time And I heard about Yermila, The people do not brag about them, You go to him. - In vain you pass, - Said already once arguing Gray-haired pop. - I knew Ermila, Girin, I got to that province Five years ago (I've traveled a lot in my life, Our Right Reverend Translate priests He loved) ... With Ermila Girin We were neighbors. Yes! was the only man! He had everything he needed For happiness: and calmness, And money and honor, Enviable honor, true, Not bought nor Page 10 of 11 money, Nor by fear: by strict truth, With intelligence and kindness! Yes, only, I repeat to you, In vain you pass, He sits in prison ... "How so?" - And the will of God! Has any of you heard How the fiefdom rebelled Landowner Obrubkov, Frightened province Uyezd Nedykhaniev, Village Tetanus? .. How to write about fires In the newspapers (I read them): "Remained unknown Reason "- and here: Until now, unknown Not the zemstvo police chief, Not to the highest government Not to tetanus themselves, Where did the opportunity come from? But it turned out to be rubbish. It took an army. The Emperor himself was sent I spoke to the people, Then he will try to swear And shoulders with epaulets Will rise high Then he will try it with affection And the chest with the royal crosses In all four directions Will start to turn. Yes, swearing was superfluous here, And the weasel is incomprehensible: “The Orthodox peasantry! Mother Russia! tsar-father! " And nothing more! Beaten so enough They wanted the soldiers Command: Fell! Yes to the volost clerk A happy thought came here, It is about Yermila Girin He said to the chief: - The people will believe Girin, The people will listen to him ... - "Call him live!" ……………………………. Suddenly a cry: “Ay, ay! have mercy! " Resounding unexpectedly Broke the priest's speech Everyone rushed to look: At the road roller The whip of a drunken footman - Got caught stealing! Where he is caught, here is his judgment: There were about three dozen judges, We decided to give on a vine, And everyone gave a vine! The footman jumped up and, spanking Thin boots Without a word, he gave cravings. “See, I ran like a disheveled one! - Our pilgrims joked, Recognizing it as a baluster, That he was bragging about some Read this entire book by purchasing the full legal version (http://www.litres.ru/nikolay-nekrasov/komu-na-rusi-zhit-horosho/?lfrom=279785000) in liters. Notes (edit) A kosushka is an ancient measure of liquid, approximately 0.31 liters. The cuckoo stops chuckling when the bread is hammered (“choking on an ear”, the people say). Floodplain meadows - located in the floodplain of the river. When the river that flooded them during the flood fell, a layer of natural fertilizers remained on the soil, and therefore tall grasses rose here. Such meadows were especially prized. This refers to the fact that until 1869 a seminary graduate could receive a parish only when he married the daughter of a priest who left his parish. It was believed that in this way the "purity of the estate" was maintained. A parish is a union of believers. The schismatics are opponents of the reforms of Patriarch Nikon (17th century). Parishioners are regular visitors to the parish. Mat - zd .: end. Checkmate is the end of the chess game. Air - embroidered bedspreads made of velvet, brocade or silk, used in church rituals. Itself - the first part of unchangeable complex adjectives with ordinal or quantitative numbers, with the meaning "so many times more." Bread itself is a friend - a crop twice as large as the amount of grain sown. A steep rainbow - to the bucket; gently sloping - to the rain. Pyatak is a 5 kopeck copper coin. Treba - "the administration of a sacrament or sacred rite" (VI Dal). Smelt is a cheap small fish, lake smelt. Anathema is a church curse. Fair - i.e. fair. Nikola Veshniy is a religious holiday celebrated on May 9 according to the old style (May 22 according to the new style). Religious procession - a solemn procession of believers with crosses, icons, banners. Shlyk - "hat, hat, cap, cap" (VI Dal). Kabak - "a drinking house, a place of sale of vodka, sometimes also beer and honey" (VI Dal). A tent is a temporary place for trade, usually a light frame covered with canvas, later with a tarp. French chintz are crimson calico, usually dyed using madder, paint from the roots of a herbaceous perennial plant. Horse - part of the fair, which traded horses. Roe deer is a type of heavy plow or light plow with one share, which rolls off the ground only in one direction. In Russia, roe deer were usually used in the northeastern regions. Bogie machine - the main part of a four-wheeled cart, cart. It holds the body, wheels and axles. The harness is a part of the harness that fits the sides and croup of a horse, usually leather. Kimryaks are residents of the city of Kimry. At the time of Nekrasov, it was a large village, 55% of the inhabitants of which were shoemakers. Ofenya is a peddler, “a petty huckster in delivery and delivery in small towns, villages, villages, with books, paper, silk, needles, cheese and sausage, with earrings and rings” (VI Dal). Doka is a “master of his craft” (VI Dal). Those. more orders. Those. not military, but civilians (then - civilians). A dignitary is a high-level official. Lubyanka - street and square in Moscow, in the 19th century. center of wholesale trade of popular prints and books. Blucher Gebhard Leberecht - Prussian general, commander-in-chief of the Prussian-Saxon army, which decided the outcome of the Battle of Waterloo and defeated Napoleon. Military successes made Blucher's name very popular in Russia. Archimandrite Photius - in the world Peter Nikitich Spassky, a leader of the Russian Church in the 1920s. XIX century, was repeatedly made fun of in the epigrams of A.S. Pushkin, for example “Conversation of Photius with gr. Orlova "," On Photius ". Rogue Sipko is an adventurer posing as different people, incl. for retired captain I.A. Sipko. In 1860, his trial attracted a lot of public attention. "Jester Balakirev" is a popular collection of jokes: "Balakirev is a complete collection of jokes of the jester who was at the court of Peter the Great." "The English Milord" - the most popular at that time essay by the writer of the 18th century Matvey Komarov "The Story of the Adventures of the English Milord George and his Brandenburg Mark-Countess Frederick Louise". Goat - this is how an actor was called in the folk theater-booth, on whose head a goat's head made of burlap was fixed. Drummer - drumming for performances attracted the audience. Riga - a shed for drying sheaves and threshing (with a roof, but almost without walls). A fifty-kopeck coin is a coin in denomination of 50 kopecks. Tsar's letter is a tsar's letter. Excise is a type of tax on consumer goods. Sudarka is a mistress. Sotsky - elected from the peasants, who performed police functions. The spindle is a hand tool for yarn. Thief - “a thief, a predator, a kidnapper” (VI Dal). Kocha is a form of the word "hummock" in the Yaroslavl-Kostroma dialect. Zazhorina - snowy water in a pit on the way. Pletyukha - in northern dialects - a large tall basket. Pazhiti - in the Tambov-Ryazan dialects - meadows, pastures; in Arkhangelsk - belongings, Page 11 of 11 property. Benevolence is a state of mind that is conducive to mercy, goodness, goodness. The vertograd of Christ is a synonym for paradise. Arshin is an old Russian measure of length equal to 0.71 m. An Olon citizen is a resident of the Olonets province. Peun is a rooster. Peunyatnik - a person who feeds roosters for sale. Truffle is a round-shaped mushroom growing underground. The French black truffle was especially appreciated. Kostrika - lignified parts of the stems of flax, hemp, etc. End of introductory snippet.Text provided by Litres LLC. Read this book in its entirety by purchasing the full legal version for liters. You can safely pay for the book with a Visa, MasterCard, Maestro bank card, from a mobile phone account, from a payment terminal, in an MTS or Svyaznoy salon, through PayPal, WebMoney, Yandex.Money, QIWI Wallet, bonus cards or in another way convenient for you. Here is an introductory snippet of the book. Only part of the text is open for free reading (restriction of the copyright holder). If you liked the book, full text can be obtained on the website of our partner. N.A.Nekrasov worked on his poem for a long time - from the 1860s to the end of his life. During his lifetime, individual chapters of the work were published, but it was fully published only in 1920, when K.I. Chukovsky decided to release the complete collected works of the poet. In many ways, the work "Who Lives Well in Russia" is built on elements of Russian folk art, the language of the poem is close to that which was understood by the peasants of that time. Main charactersDespite the fact that Nekrasov planned to illuminate the life of all classes in his poem, the main characters of "Who Lives Well in Russia" are still peasants. The poet paints their lives in gloomy colors, especially when he empathizes with women. The most striking images of the work are Yermila Girin, Yakim Nagoy, Savely, Matrena Timofeevna, Klim Lavin. At the same time, not only the world of the peasantry appears before the eyes of the reader, although the main emphasis is placed on it. Often, schoolchildren receive as homework briefly describe the heroes of "Who Lives Well in Russia" and their characteristics. To get a good assessment, it is imperative to mention not only the peasants, but also the landowners. This is Prince Utyatin with his family, Obolt-Obolduev, a generous governor, a German manager. The work as a whole is characterized by the epic unity of all the acting heroes. However, along with this, the poet also presented many personalities, individualized images. Ermila GirinThis hero "Who Lives Well in Russia", in the opinion of those who know him, is a happy person. The people around him appreciate him, and the landowner shows respect. Yermila is engaged in socially useful work - she maintains a mill. He works on it without deceiving ordinary peasants. Jirin is trusted by everyone. This is manifested, for example, in the situation of collecting money for an orphan's mill. Yermila finds herself in the city without money, and the mill is put up for sale. If he does not have time to return for the money, then it will go to Altynnikov - no one will be happy from this. Then Jirin decides to appeal to the people. And people unite in order to do a good deed. They believe that their money will go for good. This hero "Who Lives Well in Russia" was a clerk and helped those who did not know it to learn to read and write. However, the pilgrims did not find Yermila happy, because he could not stand the most difficult test - power. Instead of his own brother, Jirin ends up in the soldiers. Yermila regrets what she had done. He can no longer be considered happy. Yakim NagoyOne of the main characters of "Who Lives Well in Russia" is Yakim Naga. He defines himself as follows - "he works to death, drinks half to death." The story of Naked is simple and at the same time very tragic. Once he lived in St. Petersburg, but ended up in prison and lost his estate. After that, he had to settle in the village and take up the exhausting work. In the work, he is entrusted with protecting the people themselves. Human spiritual needs are ineradicableDuring a fire, Yakim loses most acquired, since he is taken to save the pictures that he acquired for his son. However, in his new home, Nagoya takes over the old one, buys other pictures. Why does he decide to save these seemingly simple trinkets? A person tries to preserve what is most dear to him. And these pictures turn out to be more expensive for Yakim than the money earned by hellish labor. The life of the heroes of "Who Lives Well in Russia" is an incessant work, the results of which fall into the wrong hands. But the human soul cannot be content with such an existence in which there is only room for endless hard labor. The spirit of the Naked requires something high, and these pictures, oddly enough, are a symbol of spirituality. Endless adversity only strengthens it life position... In Chapter III, he delivers a monologue, in which he describes in detail his life - it is hard labor, the results of which are in the hands of three equity holders, disasters and hopeless poverty. And by these disasters he justifies his drunkenness. It was the only joy for the peasants, whose only occupation was hard work. The place of a woman in the work of a poetWomen also occupy a significant place in Nekrasov's work. The poet considered their share to be the most difficult - after all, it was on the shoulders of Russian peasant women that the duty of raising children, preserving the hearth and love in the harsh Russian conditions fell. In the work "Who Lives Well in Russia" the heroes (more precisely, the heroines) bear the heaviest cross. Their images are described in most detail in the chapter entitled "Drunken Night". Here you can face the difficult fate of women working as servants in cities. The reader meets Daryushka, who has grown emaciated from overwork, women whose conditions in the house are worse than in hell - where the son-in-law constantly takes up a knife, "look, he will kill." Matryona KorchaginaThe culmination of the feminine theme in the poem is the part called "The Peasant Woman". Its main character is Matrena Timofeevna by the name of Korchagina, whose life is a generalization of the life of a Russian peasant woman. On the one hand, the poet demonstrates the gravity of her fate, but on the other, Matryona Korchagina's unbending will. The people consider her "happy", and the wanderers set off to see this "miracle" with their own eyes. Matryona gives in to their persuasion and talks about her life. She considers her childhood the happiest time. After all, her family was caring, no one drank. But soon the moment came when it was necessary to get married. Here she seemed to be lucky - her husband loved Matryona. However, she becomes the youngest daughter-in-law, and she has to please everyone and everyone. She could not even count on a kind word. Only with her grandfather Savely Matryona could open her soul, cry. But even the grandfather, although not of his own free will, but inflicted terrible pain on her - did not see for the child. After that, the judges accused Matryona of the murder of the baby. Is the heroine happy?The poet emphasizes the heroine's helplessness and with the words of Savely tells her to endure, because "we cannot find the truth." And these words become a description of Matryona's whole life, who had to endure losses, grief, and resentment from the landowners. Only once did she manage to "find the truth" - to "beg" her husband from the unfair soldiery from the landowner Elena Alexandrovna. Perhaps that is why they began to call Matryona "happy". And perhaps because she, unlike some other heroes "Who Lives Well in Russia", did not break down, despite any hardships. According to the poet, the woman's share is the most difficult. After all, she has to suffer from powerlessness in the family, and worry about the lives of loved ones, and do backbreaking work. Grisha DobrosklonovThis is one of the main characters of "Who Lives Well in Russia". He was born into the family of a poor clerk, who was also lazy. His mother was that image of a woman, which was described in detail in the chapter entitled "Peasant Woman". Grisha managed to understand his place in life at a young age. This was facilitated by hard work, hungry childhood, generous character, resilience and perseverance. Grisha became a fighter for the rights of all the humiliated, he stood for the interests of the peasants. In the first place he had not personal needs, but social values. The main features of the hero are unpretentiousness, high efficiency, compassion, education and a sharp mind. Who can find happiness in RussiaThroughout the entire work, the poet tries to answer the question about the happiness of the heroes "Who lives well in Russia." Perhaps it is Grisha Dobrosklonov who is the happiest character. After all, when a person does a good deed, he has a pleasant feeling of his own worth. Here, the hero saves a whole people. From childhood, Grisha sees unhappy and oppressed people. Nekrasov considered the capacity for compassion to be the source of patriotism. For the poet, a person who sympathizes with the people, raises a revolution - this is Grisha Dobrosklonov. His words reflect the hope that Russia will not perish. LandlordsAmong the heroes of the poem "Who Lives Well in Russia", as indicated, there are also many landowners. One of them is Obolt-Obolduev. When the peasants ask him if he is happy, he only laughs in response. Then, with some regret, he recalls the past years, which were full of prosperity. However, the reform of 1861 abolished serfdom, although it was not completed. But even the changes that have taken place in public life cannot force the landowner to work and honor the results of the work of other people. Another hero of Nekrasov's "Who Lives Well in Russia" - Utyatin, matches him. All his life he was "freaking and fooling," and when the social reform came, he had a blow. His children, in order to receive an inheritance, together with the peasants put on a real show. He is told that he will not be left with anything, and serfdom still reigns in Russia. Grandfather SavelyThe characterization of the heroes "Who lives well in Russia" would be incomplete without describing the image of Savely's grandfather. The reader gets to know him already when he lived a long and difficult life. In old age Savely lives with his son's family, he is Matryona's father-in-law. It is worth noting that the old man dislikes his family. After all, households do not have the best characteristics. Even in his own circle, Savely is called "branded, convict." But he is not offended by this and gives a worthy answer: "Branded, but not a slave." Such is the character of this hero "Who Lives Well in Russia". Short description Savely's character can be supplemented by the fact that he sometimes does not mind playing a trick on members of his family. The main thing that is noted when meeting this character is his difference from the others, both from his son and from other inhabitants of the house. |
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