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Matryona Timofeevna (part "Peasant Woman"), based on the poem "Who Lives Well in Russia"
"Peasant Woman" picks up and continues the theme of the impoverishment of the nobility. Wanderers find themselves in a ruined estate: "the landowner is abroad, and the steward is dying." A crowd of servants released into the wild, but completely unadapted to work, is slowly stealing away the master's property. Against the backdrop of blatant devastation, collapse and mismanagement, labor peasant Russia is perceived as a powerful creative and life-affirming element:
The strangers sighed lightly:
Im after the yard aching
seemed beautiful
Healthy, singing
A crowd of reapers and reapers...
In the center of this crowd, embodying the best qualities of the Russian female character, Matryona Timofeevna appears before the wanderers:
stubborn woman,
Wide and dense
Thirty-eight years old.
Beautiful; gray hair,
The eyes are large, stern,
Eyelashes are the richest
Stern and swarthy.
She has a white shirt on
Yes, the sundress is short,
Yes, a sickle over the shoulder.
The type of "dignified Slav woman", a peasant woman of the Central Russian strip, is recreated, endowed with restrained and strict beauty, full of self-esteem. This type of peasant woman was not ubiquitous. The life story of Matrena Timofeevna confirms that it was formed in the conditions of a seasonal fishery, in a region where most of the male population went to the cities. On the shoulders of the peasant woman lay not only the whole burden of peasant labor, but also the entire measure of responsibility for the fate of the family, for the upbringing of children. Harsh conditions honed a special female character, proud and independent, accustomed to relying on her own strength everywhere and in everything. Matryona Timofeevna's story about her life is built according to the laws of epic narration common to the folk epic. "The Peasant Woman," notes N. N. Skatov, "is the only part, all written in the first person. However, this story is by no means only about her private share. The voice of Matrena Timofeevna is the voice of the people themselves. That is why she sings more often than she talks, and sings songs not invented for her by Nekrasov. "Peasant Woman" is the most folklore part of the poem, it is almost entirely built on folk poetic images and motifs.
Already the first chapter of "Before Marriage" is not just a narrative, but, as it were, a traditional rite of peasant matchmaking taking place before our eyes. Wedding parables and lamentations "They equip themselves in the huts", "Thanks to the hot baenka", "My dear father ordered" and others are based on truly folk ones. Thus, talking about her marriage, Matrena Timofeevna talks about the marriage of any peasant woman, about all their great multitude.
The second chapter is directly titled "Songs". And the songs that are sung here are, again, folk songs. The personal fate of the Nekrasov heroine is constantly expanding to the limits of the all-Russian, without ceasing at the same time to be her own destiny. Her character, growing out of the general people, is not completely destroyed in it, her personality, closely connected with the masses, does not dissolve in it.
Matrena Timofeevna, having achieved the release of her husband, did not turn out to be a soldier, but her bitter thoughts on the night after the news of her husband's impending recruitment allowed Nekrasov "to add about the position of a soldier."
Indeed, the image of Matryona Timofeevna was created in such a way that she, as it were, experienced everything and went through all the states that a Russian woman could be in.
This is how Nekrasov achieves an enlargement of the epic character, striving for his all-Russian features to shine through the individual. In the epic, there are complex internal connections between individual parts and chapters: what is only outlined in one of them often unfolds in another. At the beginning of "Peasant Woman" the theme of noble impoverishment, declared in "The Landowner", is revealed. The story outlined in the priest's monologue about "at what cost the priesthood is bought" is picked up in the description of Grigory Dobrosklonov's childhood and youth in "A Feast for the Whole World."
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"Not everything between men
Find a happy
Let's feel the women! -
Our wanderers decided
And they began to question the women.
In the village of Nagotino
They said how they cut it off:
“We don’t have such
And there is in the village of Klin:
Holmogory cow,
Not a woman! wiser
And more ironically - there is no woman.
Ask Korchagina
Matrena Timofeevna,
She is the governor…”
We thought let's go.
The spikelets have already poured.
There are chiseled poles,
golden heads,
thoughtfully and kindly
Noise. It's a wonderful time!
There is no more fun, more elegant,
There is no richer time!
“Oh, a field of many grains!
Now you don't think
How many people of God
Beat over you
While you are dressed
Heavy, even spike
And stood in front of the plowman,
Like an army before a king!
Not so much dew is warm,
Like sweat from a peasant's face
Moisturize you!..”
Happy are our wanderers,
Either rye or wheat
Then they go with barley.
Wheat does not please them:
You are in front of the peasant,
Wheat, guilty
What do you choose to feed?
But they don't fall in love
On the rye that feeds everyone.
Ripe peas! pounced
Like locusts on the strip:
Peas, that the girl is red,
Whoever passes - pinches!
Now everyone has peas -
The old one, the small one
crumbled peas
For seventy roads!
All garden vegetables
Ripe; children run around
Some with turnips, some with carrots,
sunflower peeling,
And the women are pulling beets,
Such a good beet!
Just like red boots
Lies on the strip.
Whether they walked for a long time, whether it was short,
Were they close, were they far,
Finally, Klin.
The village is unenviable:
Whatever the hut - with a backup,
Like a beggar with a crutch
And from the roofs the straw is fed
Scott. They stand like skeletons
Wretched houses.
Rainy, late autumn
This is how the nests of the jackdaw look,
When the jackdaws fly out
And the roadside wind
Birches will expose ...
The people in the fields are working.
Noticing the village
Manor on a hillside
Let's go for a look.
Huge house, wide yard,
A pond lined with willows
In the middle of the yard.
Tower rises above the house
Surrounded by a balcony
The spire sticks out above the tower.
Met them at the gate
Footman, some kind of cloak
Covered: “Who do you want?
landowner abroad,
And the steward is dying! .. "-
And he showed his back.
Our peasants jumped:
All over the backyard
A lion was drawn.
"Well, thing!" We argued for a long time
What an outlandish outfit
While Pahom is quick-witted
Didn't solve the riddle.
"The lackey is cunning: he will steal the carpet,
Poke a hole in the carpet
Putting your head in a hole
Yes, and walks like that! .. "
Like the Prussians Prusak is a red cockroach. The peasants "froze out" cockroaches - they did not heat the room for several days. loitering
Through the unheated mountain,
When to Freeze Them
The man thinks.
In the estate of that loitered
Hungry courtyards,
Abandoned by the master
By chance.
All old, all sick
And like in a gypsy camp
Dressed up. By the pond
Five people were dragging the bullshit.
"God help! How to catch? .. "
- Only one crucian!
And there were them to the abyss,
Yes, we hit hard
Now - fist in a fist!
- If only the heels were taken out! -
The pale one spoke
Pregnant woman,
diligently inflated
Bonfire on the coast.
"Turned columns
From the balcony, or what, smart girl? -
The men asked.
- From the balcony!
“Something dried up!
And don't blow! They will burn
Rather than carp
They'll catch you by the ear!"
- Can not wait. exhausted
On stale bread Mitenka,
Oh, grief is not life! -
And then she stroked
half-naked boy
(Sat in a rusty basin
Snub-nosed little boy).
"And what? him, tea, cold, -
Provushka said sternly, -
In an iron basin?
And take the baby in your arms
Wanted. The child cried.
And the mother screams: - Don't touch him!
Can't you see? He rides!
Oh well! go! stroller
After all, he has it!
What a step then bumped
Peasants to curiosity:
special and strange
Work went on everywhere.
One yard was tormented
At the door: copper handles
unscrewed; another
Carry some tiles.
“Did you pick it up, Yegorushka?” -
They called from the pond.
In the garden the guys have an apple tree
They rocked. - Little, uncle!
Now they are left
Only at the top
And there were plenty of them!
“Yes, what is the use of them? green!"
- We are happy to be like that!
They wandered around the garden for a long time:
“Hurry up! mountains, abyss!
And the pond again ... Tea, swans
Were you walking in the pond?
Arbor ... wait! with an inscription!.."
Demyan, a literate peasant,
Reads in warehouses.
"Hey, you're lying!" Strangers are crying...
Again - the same
Demyan reads to them.
(Forcibly guessed
That the inscription has been redirected:
Two or three letters are worn out.
From the noble word
It came out like crap!)
Noticing curiosity
Peasants, gray-haired yard
He approached them with a book.
– Buy! - No matter how hard I tried,
tricky title
Demyan did not overcome:
"Sit down, you landowner
Under the linden on the bench
Yes, read it yourself!
- And also literate
Consider! - with annoyance
The yard hissed. -
What do you need smart books for?
Drinking signboards for you
Yes, the word "forbidden"
What is found on the pillars
"The paths are so dirty,
What a shame! At the girls of stone
Broken noses!
Missing fruits and berries
Lost swan geese
Have a lackey in the goiter!
What are churches without a priest,
Please without a peasant,
That garden without a landowner! -
The men decided. -
The landowner was firmly built,
I imagined such a distance
But ... ”(Six laugh,
The seventh hung his nose.)
Suddenly from above somewhere
How the song will sound! heads
The men got pissed off:
Balcony around the tower
Wandered around in a cassock
A man
And sang... In the evening air,
Like a silver bell
Thunderous bass boomed...
Buzzed - and right behind the heart
He grabbed our wanderers:
Not Russian words
And the grief in them is the same,
As in a Russian song, it was heard
No shore, no bottom.
These sounds are smooth.
Sobbing ... "Clever,
What man is there? -
Roman asked the woman
Already feeding Mitenka
Hot ear.
- Singer of Novo-Arkhangelsk,
Him from Little Russia
Messed up gentlemen.
Take him to Italy
Promised, but left ...
And he would be glad-radechonek -
What is Italy? -
Back to Konotop
There is nothing for him to do here...
The dogs left the house
(The woman got angry)
Who cares here?
Yes, he has no front
- Don't hear that yet
How will you stay until the morning:
Three miles from here
So they started
Say hello in your own way
At dawn.
How to climb the tower
Let ours bark: “Is it healthy
Live, o-father I-pat?
So the glass will crack!
And that one to him, from there:
- Hello, our so-lo-woo-shko!
I'm looking forward to drinking water! - "I-du! .."
"I'm going" - it's in the air
The hour is responding...
Such stallions!
The cattle is chasing home
The road got dusty
It smelled like milk.
Mityukhin's mother sighed:
- At least one cow
Entered the bar yard! -
“Chu! village song,
Farewell, poor grief!
We're going to meet people."
The strangers sighed lightly:
Im after the yard aching
seemed beautiful
Healthy, singing
A crowd of reapers and reapers, -
The whole thing was painted by the girls
(Crowd without red girls,
What is rye without cornflowers).
"Good way! And which
Matrena Timofeevna?
- What do you need, well done? -
Matrena Timofeevna
stubborn woman,
Wide and dense
Thirty-eight years old.
Beautiful; gray hair,
The eyes are large, stern,
Eyelashes are the richest
Stern and swarthy.
She has a white shirt on
Yes, the sundress is short,
Yes, a sickle over the shoulder.
- What do you guys need?
The strangers were silent,
For now, other women
Don't go ahead
Then they bowed:
"We are strangers,
We have a concern
Is it such a concern
Which of the houses has risen,
With work unfriended us,
Got off food.
We are gentle men
Of the temporary
tightened province,
County Terpigorev,
empty parish,
From adjacent villages:
Nesytova, Neelova,
Zaplatova, Dyryavina,
Burners, Golodukhina -
Crop failure too.
Walking the path,
We got together casually
We agreed - and argued:
Who lives happily
Feel free in Russia?
Roman said: to the landowner,
Demyan said: to the official,
Luke said: ass,
Kupchin fat-bellied, -
Gubin brothers said
Ivan and Mitrodor.
Pahom said: to the brightest,
noble boyar,
Minister of the State,
And Prov said: to the king ...
Man what a bull: vtemyashitsya
In the head what a whim -
Stake her from there
You won't beat it! No matter how they argued
We did not agree!
Argued, quarreled,
Having quarreled, they fought.
Podravshis, thought
Don't go apart
Do not toss and turn in the houses,
Don't see your wives
Not with the little guys
Not with old old people,
As long as our dispute
We won't find a solution
Until we get it
Whatever it is - for sure:
Who wants to live happily
Freely in Russia? ..
We already told the priest
They brought the landlord
Yes, we are right there for you!
How can we look for an official,
Merchant, minister of the tsar,
King (will he still allow
Us, peasants, the king?) -
Release us, save us!
Rumor goes all over the world,
That you are at ease, happily
You live ... Say in a divine way
What is your happiness?
Not that surprised
Matrena Timofeevna,
And somehow twisted
She thought...
- You did not start a business!
Now it's time for work
Leisure whether to interpret?..
“We measured half the kingdom,
Nobody refused us!” -
The men asked.
- Our ears are already shedding,
Not enough hands, dear ...
“And what are we, godfather?
Come on sickles! All seven
How will we become tomorrow - by evening
We will burn all your rye!
Timofeevna realized,
What is the right thing to do.
“I agree,” he says.
You are so brave
Click, don't notice
Sheaves of ten.
"And you lay out your soul to us!"
- I won't hide anything!
As long as Timofeevna
Managed the economy
Peasants a noble place
Chosen for the hut:
Here is Riga, hemp plants,
Two stacks are healthy,
Rich garden.
And the oak grew here - beauty of oaks.
Wanderers sat down under him:
"Hey, self-assembled tablecloth,
Treat the men."
And the tablecloth unrolled
Where did they come from
Two strong hands
A bucket of wine was placed
Bread was piled on a mountain
And hid again...
Gubina brothers cackle:
They grabbed such a radish
In the garden - passion!
The stars have already set
Through the dark blue sky
The month has become high.
When the hostess came
And became our wanderers
"Open your heart..."
Chapter I. Before Marriage
- I was lucky in the girls:
We had a good
Non-drinking family.
For father, for mother,
Like Christ in the bosom,
I lived, well done.
Father, rising to the light,
I woke up my daughter with affection,
And the brother with a cheerful song;
While getting dressed
Sings: “Get up, sister!
They dress up in huts,
They are saved in chapels -
It's time to get up, it's time!
Shepherd with cattle
Got away; for raspberries
The girlfriends went to the forest,
Plowmen work in the fields
An ax is knocking in the forest!
Deal with pots
Wash everything, scrape everything,
Planting bread in the oven
Mother is coming
Does not wake up - more wraps up:
"Sleep, dear, killer whale,
Sleep, save power!
In a strange family - short sleep!
Get to bed late!
They'll come to wake up to the sun
Lukoshko will be saved,
They will throw a crust on the bottom:
Swallow it - yes complete
Pick up a lukoshko! .. "
Yes, not in the forest was born,
I didn't pray for singing
I didn't sleep much.
On the day of Simeon, father
He put me on a stick
And brought out of infancy Custom.
By the fifth year
And on the seventh for a burushka
I myself ran into the herd,
I wore my father for breakfast,
Grazed the ducklings.
Then mushrooms and berries,
Then: "Take a rake
Yes, hay!
So I got used to it...
And a good worker
And sing and dance the huntress
I was young.
You will work in the field for a day,
You return home dirty
And what's the bath for?
Thanks to the hot baenka,
birch broom,
Cold key -
Again white, fresh,
For spinning with girlfriends
Eat until midnight!
I didn't hang out on guys.
I interrupted Nayanov,
And a quiet whisper:
"I'm pissed off,
And mother is smart
Don't touch! go away! .. "- go away ...
Yes, no matter how I ran them,
And he turned out to be narrowed,
On the mountain - a stranger!
Philip Korchagin - Petersburger,
A baker by skill.
The mother was crying
"Like a fish in a blue sea
You yelp! like a nightingale
Flutter from the nest!
Someone else's side
Not sprinkled with sugar
Not watered with honey!
It's cold, it's hungry.
There is a well-groomed daughter
Violent winds will blow,
Black crows will rob,
Shaggy dogs bark
And people will laugh! .. "
And the father with the matchmakers
Tipsy. twirled
I didn't sleep all night...
Oh! what are you, a guy, in a girl
Did you find the good in me?
Where did you spot me?
Is it about Christmas time, how am I from the hills
With guys, with friends
Riding, laughing?
You are mistaken, father's son!
From the game, from skating, from running,
Inflamed with frost
The girl has a face!
Is it in a quiet conversation?
I was dressed up there
Prestige and Pretty
Saved up over the winter
Bloomed like a poppy flower!
And you would look at me
I shake like flax, like sheaves
I’m praying on the rig ...
Is it in the parent's house? ..
Oh! to know! would send
I'm in the city of the brother-falcon:
"Dear brother! silk, garus
Buy - seven colors,
Yes, a blue headset!
I would embroider in the corners
Moscow, king and queen,
Yes Kyiv, yes Tsargrad,
And in the middle is the sun
And this curtain
I would hang it in the window
Perhaps you would look
I would have been beaten!..
I've been thinking all night...
“Leave it,” I said to the guy, “
I am in bondage from the will,
God sees, I won’t go!”
We have traveled so far!
Go! Filipushka said. -
I won't offend! -
I grieved, wept bitterly,
And the girl did the work:
On the betrothed sideways
Looked at.
Pretty-ruddy, broad-powerful,
Rus hair, quiet conversation -
Fell on Philip's heart!
"You stand, good fellow,
Straight against me
Get on the same board!
Look into my clear eyes
Look at the ruddy face
Think, dare:
To live with me - do not repent,
And I don't cry with you...
I'm all like that!"
- I'm not going to repent
You won't cry! -
Filippushka said.
While we were trading
Philip I: "Go away!",
And he: - Come with me! -
It is known: - Beloved,
Good ... pretty ... -
"Ai! .." - I suddenly rushed ...
- What are you? Eka strength! -
Do not hold back - would not see
Forever to him Matryoushki,
Hold on Philip!
While we were trading
Must be what I think
Then there was happiness...
And hardly ever again!
I remember the starry night
Just as good
As now, it was...
Timofeevna sighed.
I bowed to the haystack,
She sang to herself:
"Tell me why
young merchant,
Loved me
A peasant's daughter?
I'm not in silver
I'm not in gold
pearls i
Not hung!"
– Pure silver -
Your purity
Red gold -
Your beauty
Bel-large pearls -
From your eyes
Tears are rolling...
My dear father ordered,
Blessed by mother
Parents put
To the oak table
With the edges of the spell poured:
"Take a tray, foreign guests
Take it with a bow!”
For the first time I bowed -
The frisky legs shuddered;
The second I bowed -
Faded white face;
I bowed for the third
And the will During the last party, or errand, the will was removed from the bride, i.e. a ribbon worn by girls before marriage. rolled down
From a girl's head...
“So, is it a wedding? It should -
One of the Gubins said, -
Congratulate the young.
"Let's! Start with the hostess.
“Are you drinking vodka, Timofeevna?”
- Old woman - but not to drink? ..
Chapter II. Songs
Stand by the court -
Breaking legs,
Stand under the crown -
My head hurts,
My head hurts,
I remember
The song is old
The song is terrible.
To the wide yard
The guests have entered
young wife
Husband brought home
And a dear
How to pounce!
Deverek her -
Wasteful,
And the cinderella -
dandy,
Father-in-law -
That bear
And the mother-in-law
Cannibal
Who is a slob
Who is not straight ...
Everything in a song
Toy sang
All with me now
That's what happened!
Tea, did you sing?
Tea, you know?
“Start, godfather!
We have to catch…”
Leaning his head on the pillow
The father-in-law walks along the senichki,
Angry on new walks.
Wanderers (in chorus)
The daughter-in-law does not let her sleep:
I sleep, baby, doze,
Leaning his head on the pillow
Mother-in-law in the hay
walks around
Angry on the new walks.
Wanderers (in chorus)
Knocking, rattling, knocking, rattling,
The daughter-in-law does not let her sleep:
Get up, get up, get up, you are sleepy!
Get up, get up, get up, you dormant!
Sleepy, drowsy, restless!
- The family was big
Grumpy ... I got
From girlish holi to hell!
Husband went to work
Silence, endure advised:
Don't spit on hot
Iron - hiss!
I stayed with the sisters-in-law
With father-in-law, with mother-in-law,
There is no one to love, to dove,
And there is someone to scold!
To the elder sister-in-law
To the devout Martha,
Work like a slave;
Look after your father-in-law
You do it - at the tavern
Buy the loss.
And stand up and sit down with a sign,
Otherwise, the mother-in-law will be offended;
Where can you find them all?
There are good signs
And there are poor people.
Happened like this: mother-in-law
Puffed into the ears of the father-in-law,
That rye will be born kinder
From stolen seeds.
Tikhonych went at night,
Caught - half dead
Thrown into the shed...
As ordered, so done:
Walked with anger in my heart
And didn't say too much
Word to nobody.
Filippushka came in winter,
Bring a silk handkerchief
Yes, a ride on a sled
On Catherine's Day First sledding.,
And there was no grief!
Sang like I sang
At the parent's house.
We were one-year-olds
Don't touch us, we're having fun
We are always fine.
It is true that the husband
Like Filippushka
Search with a candle...
“It’s like you didn’t sing?”
Timofeevna hesitated:
She said.
"For what?" the strangers asked.
- It's like you don't know
Like village quarrels
Are they coming out? To hubby
Sister came to visit
She has cats Cats - women's warm shoes. crashed.
"Give the shoes to Olenushka,
Wife!" Philip said.
I didn't suddenly answer.
I raised the korchaga
Such a craving: to say
I couldn't speak.
Philip Ilyich was angry,
Waited to put
Korchaga on the sixth,
Yes, slap me on the temple!
"Well, you've come,
And that's how you look!" - said
Other, unmarried
Philip's sister.
Philip cheered up his wife.
"We haven't seen each other for a long time.
And if I knew, I wouldn’t go!” -
The mother-in-law said.
Filyushka also added ...
And everything is here! Wouldn't fit
I won't hide anything!
"Well, women! with such and such
Podkolny snakes
And the dead will take the whip!
The hostess did not answer.
Peasants, for the sake of chance,
Drank from a new cup
And in chorus they thundered a song
About the silk braid.
About my husband's family.
My disgusting husband
Rises:
For a silk whip
Accepted.
The whip whistled
Blood splattered...
Oh! leli! leli!
Blood splattered...
father-in-law
Bowed:
father-in-law,
take me away
From the dashing husband
Fierce snake!
father-in-law
Tells you to hit more
Makes blood shed...
The whip whistled
Blood splattered...
Oh! leli! leli!
Blood splattered...
mother in law
Bowed:
mother-in-law,
take me away
From the dashing husband
Fierce snake!
mother in law
Tells you to hit more
Makes blood shed...
The whip whistled
Blood splattered...
Oh! leli! leli!
Blood splattered...
- Philip on the Annunciation
He left, but on Kazanskaya
I gave birth to a son.
How written was Demushka!
Beauty taken from the sun
The snow is white
Poppies have scarlet lips
The sable's eyebrow is black,
The Siberian sable
The hawk has eyes!
All the anger from my soul is my handsome
Driven away with an angelic smile,
Like the spring sun
Drives snow from the fields ...
I didn't worry
Whatever they say, I work
No matter how they scold - I am silent.
Yes, there is a problem here:
Abram Gordeich Sitnikov,
master manager,
Began to bother hard:
"You are a written kralechka,
You are a pouring berry ... "
“Get off, shameless!” berry,
Yes, not that! -
Cursed the cinderella
I myself will go to the barshchina,
So it will roll into the hut!
I'll hide in the shed, in the barn -
The mother-in-law will pull out from there:
"Hey, don't mess with fire!"
- Drive him away, dear,
On the neck! - "Don't you want
To be a soldier? Me to grandpa
"What to do? Teach!”
From the whole family of her husband
One Savely, grandfather,
father-in-law's parent,
Pity me... to tell
About grandfather, well done?
“Dump all the ins and outs!
Let's throw two sheaves, "-
The men said.
- Well, that's it! speech is special.
It's a sin to keep silent about grandfather.
Lucky was also...
Chapter III. Saveliy, Holy Russian hero
With a huge gray mane,
Tea, not cut for twenty years,
With a big beard
Grandpa looked like a bear
Especially from the forest
Bending down, he left.
Grandpa has an arched back.
At first I was afraid
Like in a low hill
He entered: well, straighten up?
Punch a hole in the bear
In the light of the head!
Let's straighten up grandpa
He could not: he was already knocked,
According to fairy tales, a hundred years,
Grandfather lived in a special room,
Didn't like families
He didn’t let me into his corner;
And she was angry, barking,
His "branded, convict"
He honored his own son.
Savely will not be angry.
He will go into his light,
Reads the holy calendar, is baptized,
And suddenly he will say cheerfully:
"Branded, but not a slave! .."
And they will annoy him hard -
He jokes: "Look,
Matchmakers to us! Unmarried
Cinderella - to the window:
But instead of matchmakers - beggars!
From a tin button
Grandfather fashioned two kopecks,
Threw up on the floor -
Father-in-law got caught!
Not drunk from drinking -
The beaten one dragged on!
They sit silently at dinner:
The father-in-law's eyebrow is cut,
Grandfather, like a rainbow,
A smile on your face.
From spring to late autumn
Grandfather took mushrooms and berries,
Silochki became
On capercaillie, on hazel grouse.
And the winter was talking
On the stove by myself.
Had favorite words
And their grandfather released
A word in an hour.
…………………………………
“Dead… lost…”
…………………………………
“Oh, you, Aniki-warriors! Anika the warrior was a popular folklore character at that time, boasting of exorbitant strength.
With old people, with women
You only have to fight!”
…………………………………
"Unbearable - the abyss,
Endure - the abyss! .. "
…………………………………
"Oh, the share of Holy Russian
Homemade hero! Sermyaga - rough unpainted cloth, usually made at home. The same name was given to clothes made of similar cloth.
All his life they tear him up,
Time will reflect
About death - hellish torments
In the next worldly life, they are waiting.
…………………………………
“Korezina thought Korezhin is the place where Saveliy spent his life in his youth.,
Give it up! give it up! give it up!..”
…………………………………
And more! yeah i forgot...
How the father-in-law unravels,
I ran to him.
Let's lock ourselves up. I'm working,
And Dema, like an apple
At the top of an old apple tree
On my grandfather's shoulder
Sits ruddy, fresh ...
Here's what I say:
“Why are you, Savelyushka,
Called branded, convict?
- I was a convict. -
"You, grandfather?"
- I, granddaughter!
I'm in the land of the German Vogel
Khristyan Khristianych
Buried alive...
“And full! kidding, grandpa!"
- No, I'm not kidding. Listen! -
And he told me everything.
- In the days before the age
We were also lords
Yes, but no landlords,
No German rulers
We didn't know then.
We did not rule corvee,
We didn't pay dues
And so, when it comes to judgment,
We will send once in three years.
“But how is it, Savelyushka?”
- And they were blessed
Such times.
There is a proverb,
What is our side
I've been looking for the devil for three years.
Dense forests all around,
Swamps all around.
Not a horse ride to us,
No foot to pass!
Our landowner Shalashnikov
Through animal paths
With his regiment - he was a military man -
Tried to reach us
Yes, I turned the skis!
We are the local police
Didn't hit for a year, -
Those were the times!
And now - the master is at hand,
Road tablecloth-tablecloth ...
Ugh! take her ashes!
We were only concerned
Bears... yes with bears
We got along easily.
With a knife and with a horn
I myself am scarier than the elk,
Along the reserved paths
I go: "My forest!" I scream.
Once I got scared
How did you step on sleepy
Bear in the forest.
And then he did not rush to run,
And so planted a spear,
What is like on a spit
Chicken - spun
And I didn’t live for an hour!
The back crunched at that time,
Pained occasionally,
While I was young
And bent to old age.
Isn't it true, Matryonushka,
On the eye Village well. I look like? -
“You started, so tell me!
– According to Shalashnikov time
Thought up a new thing
An order comes to us:
"Show up!" We didn't show up
Shut up, don't move
In his swamp.
There was a strong drought
The police came
We are a tribute to her - honey, fish!
Came back again
He threatens to straighten out with an escort,
We are animal skins!
And in the third - we are nothing!
Shoe old bast shoes,
They put on torn hats,
Thin Armenians -
And Koryozhina moved! ..
They came ... (In the provincial city
He stood with the Shalashnikov regiment.)
"Obrok!" - There is no quitrent!
Bread is not born,
Snowballs were not caught ... -
"Obrok!" - There is no quitrent! -
Didn't even speak:
"Hey, first change!" -
And he started beating us.
Tuga moshna korezhskaya!
Yes, racks and Shalashnikov:
Languages are interfering
Brains are shattered
In the heads - shit!
Fortified heroic,
Do not whip! .. There is nothing to do!
We shout: wait, give it time!
Onuchi we ripped
And the master of "lobanchikov" Lobanchiki - coins.
Half caps were raised.
The fighter Shalashnikov subsided!
So-and-so bitter
He brought us an herbalist,
He himself drank with us, went nuts
With Koryoga conquered:
"Well, you've given up!
And that is God! I decided
skin you clean...
I would put on a drum
And gave a shelf!
Ha ha! haha! haha! haha!
(Laughs - glad to have a little idea.)
That would be a drum!
We're going home dejected...
Two thick-set old men
Laughing... Ay, wedges!
Hundred-ruble notes
Home under cover
Untouched bear!
How rested: we are beggars -
So they got away with it!
I thought then:
“Well, okay! hell,
You won't get ahead
Laugh at me!"
And others felt ashamed
They worshiped the church:
“Forward we will not be ashamed,
We will die under the rods!
Liked by the landowner
Koryozhsky lobanchiki,
What a year - calls ... pulls ...
Excellently fought Shalashnikov,
And not so hot great
Earned income:
Weak people gave up
And the strong for the patrimony
They stood well.
I also endured
He was silent, thinking:
"Whatever you do, son of a dog,
And you won't knock out your whole soul,
Leave something!
How will Shalashnikov accept tribute,
Let's go - and behind the outpost
Let's share the profits:
“What money is left!
You are a fool, Shalashnikov!”
And made fun of the master
Koryoga in your turn!
Those were the proud people!
And now give a crack -
Corrector, landowner
Drag the last penny!
But we lived as merchants ...
Suitable summer red
We are waiting for letters ... Came ...
And there is a notification
What Mr. Shalashnikov
Near Varna Varna - in 1828, during the Russian-Turkish war, there were bloody battles for the fortress of Varna. Now it is a large Bulgarian city. killed.
We did not regret
And a thought fell on my heart:
"Prosperity comes
Peasants' end!"
And that’s right: the unimaginable
The heir invented the remedy:
He sent a German to us.
Through dense forests
Through the marshy swamps
On foot came, rogue!
One as a finger: cap
Yes, a cane, but in a cane
For fishing projectile.
And at first he was quiet:
"Pay what you can."
We can't do anything! -
"I'll notify the gentleman."
- Notify! .. - And that ended.
He began to live and live;
Ate more fish;
Sits on the river with a fishing rod
Yes, he himself is on the nose,
Then on the forehead - bam yes bam!
We laughed: - You do not love
Korezhsky mosquito ...
Don't you love, nemchura? .. -
Rides along the coast
As in the bath on the shelf ...
With guys, with girls
Befriended, wandering through the forest ...
No wonder he wandered!
"If you can't pay,
Work!” - What is your
Work? - "Dig in
Grooved desirable
Swamp ... "We dug ...
"Now cut down the forest..."
- OK then! - We cut
And the nemchura showed
Where to cut.
We look: a clearing is coming out!
How the clearing was cleared
To the swamp of the crossbar
He ordered to carry on it.
Well, in a word: we realized
How did you make the road
That the German caught us!
Went to town as a couple!
We look, lucky from the city
Boxes, mattresses;
Where did they come from
German barefoot
Kids and wife.
He took bread and salt with a police officer
And with other zemstvo authorities,
The yard is full of guests!
And then came the hardship Hard labor is one of the most difficult types of imprisonment associated with work in mines or construction in hard-to-reach places.
Koryozhsky peasant -
Ruined to the bone!
And he fought ... like Shalashnikov himself!
Yes, that one was simple; pounce
With all military strength,
Think it will kill you!
And sun the money, it will fall off,
Neither give nor take bloated
Tick in a dog's ear.
The German has a dead grip:
Until they let the world go
Without moving away sucks!
"How did you endure, grandfather?"
That's why we endured
That we are rich.
That is Russian bogatyrdom.
Do you think, Matryonushka,
The man is not a hero?
And his life is not military,
And death is not written for him
In battle - a hero!
Hands twisted with chains
Legs forged with iron
Back ... dense forests
Passed on it - broke.
And the chest? Elijah the prophet
Rattles on it - rides
On a chariot of fire...
The hero suffers everything!
And it bends, but does not break,
Doesn't break, doesn't fall...
Really not a hero?
"You're kidding jokes, grandpa! -
I said. - So-and-so
mighty hero,
Tea, the mice will eat!”
“I don’t know, Matryonushka.
For now, terrible cravings
He raised it,
Yes, he went into the ground up to his chest
With an effort! By his face
Not tears - blood flows!
I don't know, I can't imagine
What will happen? God knows!
And about myself I will say:
How the winter blizzards howled,
How old bones ached
I lay on the stove;
Lie down and think:
Where are you, power, gone?
What were you good for? -
Under rods, under sticks
Gone little by little!
“And what about the German, grandfather?”
- And no matter how the German ruled,
Yes, our axes
They lay - for the time being!
We have been patient for eighteen years.
A German built a factory
He ordered to dig a well.
Nine of us dug,
Worked until half a day
We want to have breakfast.
A German comes: “Just something? ..”
And started us in our own way
Don't rush, drink.
We were hungry
And the German scolded us
Yes, the ground is wet in the pit
He tossed his foot.
It was a good hole...
It happened, I lightly
Pushed him with his shoulder
Then another pushed him
And the third ... We crowded ...
Two steps to the hole...
We didn't say a word
We didn't look at each other
In the eyes ... and with the whole crowd
Khristyan Khristianych
Pushed gently
Everything to the pit ... everything to the edge ...
And the German fell into the pit,
Shouts: "Rope! ladder!
We are nine spades
They answered him.
"Give it up!" - I dropped the word -
Under the word Russian people
They work friendly.
“Give it! give it up!" They gave it so much
That there was no hole -
Flattened to the ground!
Here we look at...
A tavern ... a prison in Bui-gorod.
There I studied literacy,
Until they decided us.
The solution came out: hard labor
And whip in advance;
Not torn out - anointed,
Bad shit there!
Then ... I fled from hard labor ...
Caught! not stroked
And here on the head.
factory bosses
All over Siberia they are famous -
They ate the dog.
Yes, Diral Shalashnikov
More painful - I did not wince
From factory rubbish.
That master was - he knew how to flog!
He made my skin so
What has been worn for a hundred years.
And life was not easy.
Twenty years of strict hard labor,
Twenty years of settlement.
I saved money
According to the royal manifesto
Went home again
Built this burner
And I've been living here for a long time.
As long as there was money
They loved grandfather, groomed,
Now they spit in the eyes!
Oh you, Aniki-warriors!
With old people, with women
You only have to fight...
"Well? the strangers said. -
Tell me, mistress
Your life-being!”
- It's hard to tell.
God spared one misfortune:
Sitnikov died of cholera, -
Another came up.
"Give it up!" the strangers said
(They liked the word)
And drank some wine...
CHAPTER IV. DEMUSHKA
- A tree was lit by a thunderstorm,
And it was nightingale
Nest on a tree.
The tree burns and groans,
The chicks are burning and moaning:
“Oh, mother! where are you?
And you would take care of us
Until we fledged:
How do we grow wings?
In the valleys, in the quiet groves
We'll fly away!"
The tree burned down
The chicks burned to the ground,
Here comes the mother.
Not a tree... not a nest...
No chicks! .. Sings, calls ...
Singing, crying, spinning,
So fast, spinning fast
What wings whistle! ..
The night has come, the whole world is silent,
One sobbed little bird,
Yes, the dead did not call
Until the white morning! ..
I wore Demidushka
By marriage ... cherished ...
Let the mother-in-law get up
How she yelled, how she growled:
"Leave it with grandpa,
You can't do much with him!"
Frightened, scolded
I did not dare to argue
Left a child.
Such rich rye
In that year, we were born
We are not lazy on the ground
Fertilized, taken away, -
It was hard for the plowman
Yes, more fun!
I loaded with sheaves
cart with rafters
And sang, well done.
(The cart is loaded
Always with a cheerful song
And the sleigh with a bitter thought:
The cart brings bread home,
And the sleigh - to the market!)
Suddenly I heard groans:
Saveliy-grandfather is crawling,
Pale as death:
"I'm sorry, sorry, Matryonushka! -
And fell on his feet. -
My sin - overlooked! .. "
Oh swallow! oh stupid!
Do not nest under the shore,
Under the steep coast!
What a day is added
Water in the river: it will flood
Your cubs.
Oh poor young lady!
The daughter-in-law is the last in the house,
Last slave!
Endure the great storm
Take extra beatings
And from the eye of the unreasonable
Don't let the baby go!
The old man fell asleep in the sun
Feed the pigs Demidushka
Stupid grandfather!
I rolled around with a ball
I twisted like a worm
Called, woke Demushka -
Yes, it was too late to call! ..
Chu! the horse is clattering its hooves
Chu, gilded harness
Ringing ... still trouble!
The guys got scared
They fled to the huts,
At the windows they rushed
Old people, old people.
The headman runs by the village,
Knocks on the windows with a stick.
Runs into fields, meadows.
The people gathered: they go - groan!
Trouble! The Lord got angry
He sent uninvited guests,
Wrong judges!
Know the money is wasted
Boots are trampled
Know that hunger has dismantled! ..
Jesus Prayer
Having not created, sit down
At the earth's table
Nala and the cross were placed,
Brought our pop, Father Ivan
To the oath of witnesses.
Grandpa was questioned
Then a ten's manager follows me
Sent. Stanovoy
Walked up the mountain
Like a beast growling in the forest...
"Hey! wife! you were
With peasant Savely
In cohabitation? Blame!"
I answered in a whisper:
- It's a shame, sir, joke!
I am an honest wife to my husband,
And old Savely
One hundred years... Tea, you know? -
Like a savvy horse in a stall
stomped; about the maple table
Hit with a fist:
"Silence! Isn't it by agreement?
With peasant Savely
Have you killed a child?
mistress! what you thought!
A little bit of this
I did not call a non-Christ,
I boiled all over...
Yes, I saw the doctor:
Knives, lancets, scissors
He sharpened here.
I shuddered, I changed my mind.
- No, - I say, - I'm Demushku
Loved, cherished ... -
“Didn’t you drink the potion?
And didn’t you sprinkle arsenic?
- Not! save the Lord! .. -
And then I surrendered
I bowed at my feet.
- Be compassionate, be kind!
Led without reproach
Honest burial
betray the child!
I'm his mother! .. - Will you beg?
They don't have a soul in their chest
They have no conscience in their eyes
On the neck - no cross!
From a thin diaper
Rolled out Demushka
And the body became white
To torment and plastovat.
Here I did not see the light, -
I thrashed and screamed:
- Villains! executioners!..
Drop my tears
Not on land, not on water,
Not to the Lord's temple!
Fall right on the heart
My villain!
Give me, Lord God!
So that decay comes on a dress,
Madness on the head
My villain!
his foolish wife
Come on, foolish children!
Receive, hear, Lord,
Prayers, mother's tears,
Punish the villain! .. -
“No way, is she crazy? -
The chief of the sotsky said. -
Why didn't you anticipate?
Hey! don't be stupid! I command you to tie! .. "
I sat down on a bench.
I'm weak, I'm trembling.
I tremble, I look at the doctor:
Sleeves rolled up
The chest is hung with an apron,
In one hand - a wide knife,
In another handbrake - and the blood on it,
And glasses on my nose!
It became so quiet in the upper room ...
The boss was silent
creaked with a pen,
Pop puffed on his pipe,
Without moving, gloomy
The men were standing.
- You read with a knife in the hearts, -
The priest said to the doctor,
When Demushka has a villain
Broken heart.
Here I am again rushed ...
“Well, it is – crazy!
Tie her up!" - ten's manager
The chief screamed.
He began to interrogate witnesses:
"In the peasant woman Timofeeva
And before the madness
Did you notice?"
They asked the father-in-law, brother-in-law,
Mother-in-law, sister-in-law:
- Didn't notice, no! -
They asked the old grandfather:
- Didn't notice! was smooth...
One thing: they clicked to the authorities,
I went ... but not a cell officer Tselkovik - silver ruble.,
No news Novina is unbleached homemade canvas., lost,
I didn't take it with me!
The grandfather burst into tears.
The chief frowned
Didn't say a word.
And then I caught on!
God is angry: the mind
Deprived! was ready
New in the box!
Yes, it was too late to repent.
In my eyes on the bones
The doctor cut Demushka,
Covered with a tarp.
I'm like wood
Suddenly I became: I looked,
Like a doctor washing his hands
Like drinking vodka. to the priest
He said: “I beg you most humbly!”
And pop him: - What are you asking?
No twig, no whip
We all walk, sinful people,
To this waterhole!
The peasants insisted
The peasants got excited.
(Where did they come from
At the flying kite
lucrative business?)
Prayed without a church
They bowed without an image!
How the whirlwind flew -
Tore the beards of the chief,
Like a fierce beast jumped -
He broke the golden rings ...
Then he began to eat.
I drank and ate, I talked with the priest.
I heard a whisper
Pop cried to him:
- Our people are all naked and drunk,
For a wedding, for a confession
Due to years.
They carry the last pennies
To the pub! And the dean
Some sins drag! -
Natasha, Glasha, Daryushka...
Chu! dance! chu! harmony!..
And then all of a sudden everything went quiet...
I fell asleep, you see, or what, I? ..
It suddenly became easy: it seemed
that someone is leaning
And whispers over me:
"Sleep, mnogokruchinnaya!
Sleep, long-suffering!"
And baptizes ... They rolled off their hands
Ropes... I didn't remember
Then nothing...
I woke up. Dark all around
I look out the window - dead of night!
Where am I? yeah what about me?
I don't remember, for the life of me!
I got out into the street
Empty. Looked up at the sky
No moon, no stars.
Solid black cloud
hung over the village.
Dark peasant houses
One outbuilding
She shone like hell.
I entered and I remembered everything:
With candles to ardent wax
Furnished, among the mountain
The oak table stood
On it is a tiny coffin
Covered with a damask tablecloth
Icon in the mind...
“Oh, carpenters!
What kind of house did you build
My son?
The windows are not cut
Glasses are not inserted
No oven, no bench!
There is no downy feather...
Oh, it will be tough for Demushka.
Oh, it will be terrible to sleep! ..
“Go away!” I suddenly shouted,
I saw my grandfather
In glasses, with an open book
He stood in front of the coffin
Over Demoyu read.
I am a hundred year old
Called branded, convict.
Angry, formidable, I shouted:
"Go away! you killed Demushka!
Damn you… go away!..”
The old man doesn't move. Baptized.
Reads ... I left,
Then grandfather came up:
- In winter, you, Matryonushka,
I told my life.
Yes, he did not tell everything:
Our forests are gloomy,
Lakes uninhabited,
Our people are savages.
Our crafts are harsh:
Give the grouse a noose,
Cut the bear with a horn
You mess up - you disappeared!
And Mr. Shalashnikov
With your military strength?
And the German killer?
Then jail and hard labor ...
I'm petrified, granddaughter,
He was fiercer than the beast.
Hundred years of unchanging winter
Stood. melted her down
Your Dema is a hero!
One day I rocked it
Suddenly Demushka smiled ...
And I answer him!
A miracle happened to me:
third waters took aim
I'm in a squirrel: on a bitch
The squirrel swayed ... with a sweetheart,
Like a cat, washed ...
Did not blurt out: live!
I wander through the groves, through the meadow,
I love every flower.
I'm going home again
Laughing, playing with Demushka...
God sees how sweet I am
Loved the baby!
And I, for my sins,
Killed an innocent child...
Corey, execute me!
There is nothing to argue with God
Become! pray for demushka!
God knows what he's doing
Is the life of a peasant sweet?
And long, long grandfather
About the bitter share of the plowman
He spoke sadly...
Moscow merchants happen,
Grandees of the sovereign,
If the king himself happened: it would not be necessary
It's better to speak!
- Now your Demushka is in paradise,
Easy for him, light for him... -
The old man cried.
“I don’t complain,” I said,
That God took the baby
And it hurts why they
Cursed over him?
Why, like black crows,
Part of the body is white
Tortured? .. Really
Neither God nor the king will intercede? .. "
- God is high, the king is far ...
“There is no need: I will come!”
– Ah! What are you? what are you, granddaughter?
Be patient, you bastard!
Be patient, long-suffering!
We can't find the truth. -
"But why, grandfather?"
“You are a serf woman!” -
Savelyushka said.
I thought long and hard...
Thunder struck, the windows trembled,
And I shuddered... To the coffin
The old man let me down:
- Pray that to the face of angels
The Lord numbered Demushka! -
And gave me in the hands of grandfather
Burning candle.
All night until the light is white
I prayed, and grandfather
Over Demoyu read ...
CHAPTER V. THE WOLF
For twenty years, like Demushka
Sod blanket
Covered up - everything is a pity of the heart!
I pray for him, in the mouth of an apple
I don't take until the Savior Sign: if the mother of a deceased baby begins to eat apples before the Savior (when they ripen), then God, as a punishment, will not let her dead baby “play an apple” in the next world..
It didn't take long for me to recover.
I didn't talk to anyone
And old Savely
I couldn't see.
Work did not work.
The father-in-law thought up
to teach with the reins,
So I answered him:
"Kill!" I bowed at my feet.
"Kill! one end!
Father hung up the reins.
On Demin's grave
I lived day and night.
I swept a handkerchief
Grave to grass
Rather, overgrown
Prayed for the deceased
Grieved for parents:
You forgot your daughter!
Are you afraid of my dogs?
Are you ashamed of my family?
“Oh, no, dear, no!
Your dogs are not afraid
Your family is not ashamed
And go forty miles
Tell your troubles
Ask your troubles -
It's a pity to drive a beetle!
We should have come a long time ago
Yes, we thought that:
We will come - you will cry,
Let's go - you will cry!
Winter has come: steep
I shared with my husband
In Savelyevskaya extension
We both grieve. -
“Well, did he die, or something, grandfather?”
- Not. He is in his closet
For six days lay hopeless,
Then he went into the woods
So sang, so cried grandfather,
What a forest groaned! And in autumn
Gone to repentance
At the Sand Monastery.
At the father, at the mother
I visited Philip
She got down to business.
Three years, I think so
Week by week
They went in one order
What a year, then children: once
Don't think, don't be sad
God bless the job
Yes, cross the forehead.
Eat when it's left
From the elders and from the children,
Sleep when you're sick...
And on the fourth new
Fierce grief crept up -
To whom will it be attached?
Do not get rid of death!
Ahead flies - a clear falcon,
Behind flies - a black crow,
It flies ahead - it will not roll away,
Behind flies - will not remain ...
I lost my parents...
Heard dark nights
Heard violent winds
orphan sadness,
And you don't need to say...
On Demin's grave
I went to cry.
I look: the grave is cleaned,
On a wooden cross
Folding gilded
Icon. in front of her
I am a prostrate old man
I saw. "Savelushka!
Where did you come from?"
- I came from Pesochnoe ...
I pray for the poor Dema,
For all the terrible Russian
Peasantry I pray!
I still pray (not the image
Now Savely was bowing.)
So that the heart of an angry mother
The Lord softened... Forgive me! -
“I forgave you a long time ago, grandfather!”
Savely sighed… – Granddaughter!
And granddaughter! - "What, grandfather?"
- Still look! -
I looked still.
Savelyushka stared
in my eyes; old back
Tried to unbend.
Completely became a white grandfather.
I hugged the old lady
And long at the cross
We sat and cried.
I'm a grandfather grief new
Told her...
Grandpa did not live long.
In the autumn at the old
Some kind of deep
There was a wound on the neck
He died hard.
Haven't eaten for a hundred days hirel yes soh,
He teased himself:
- Isn't it true, Matryonushka,
On the korezhsky mosquito
Do I look skinny? -
He was kind, accommodating,
He was angry, picky,
Scared us: - Do not plow,
Not this one, peasant! hunched over
For yarn, for linen,
Peasant, don't sit!
No matter how you fight, stupid
What is written in kind
That is not to be missed!
There are three paths for men:
Tavern, jail and hard labor.
And the women in Russia
Three loops: white silk,
The second - red silk,
And the third - black silk,
Choose any!..
Get into any ... -
So grandpa laughed
That everyone in the closet shuddered, -
And by nightfall he died.
As ordered - performed:
Buried next to Dema ...
He lived one hundred and seven years.
Four years of silence
Like twins,
Gone then ... Everything
I submitted: the first
From Timofeevna's bed,
The last one is in bed;
For everyone, about everyone I work, -
From the mother-in-law, the father-in-law of the drunk,
From a married sister-in-law If the younger sister marries before the elder, then the first is called defective.
I take off my boots...
Just don't touch the kids!
I stood up for them...
It happened, well done
A pilgrimage came to us;
Sweet-tongued wanderer
We listened;
Save yourself, live like a god
The saint taught us
On holidays in the morning
I woke up ... and then
The stranger demanded
So that we do not breastfeed
Children on fast days.
The village is in turmoil!
hungry babies
Wednesdays, Fridays
They scream! Another mother
Herself over her crying son
Filled with tears:
And she's afraid of God
And the child is a pity!
I just didn't listen
I judged in my own way:
If you endure, then mothers
I am a sinner before God
Not my child!
Yes, God is obviously angry.
How eight years old
my son,
The father-in-law gave him up as a shepherd.
One day I'm waiting for Fedotushka -
The cattle has already come,
I'm going to the street.
There is invisible
To the people! I listened
And jumped into the crowd.
I look, Fedot is pale
Silantius is holding by the ear.
"What are you holding him for?"
- We want to cut the manenichko:
feed sheep
He thought of wolves! -
I pulled out Fedotushka,
Yes, from the feet of Silantya the headman
And accidentally knocked down.
Something amazing happened:
The shepherd is gone; Fedotushka
There was only one in the herd.
"I'm sitting," he said
My son, on the hillock,
Wherever you come from -
Huge she-wolf
And grab Maryina the sheep!
I ran after her
I scream, I clap with a whip,
I'm whistling, I'm using Valetka...
I run well done
Yes, wherever the damned
Catch up, if not schennaya:
Her nipples were dragging,
Blood trail, mother.
I was after her!
Went quieter gray
Goes, goes - looks back,
And how I will let go!
And sat down ... I whip her:
"Give me the sheep, you damned one!"
Doesn't give up, sits...
I did not hesitate: “So I’ll tear it out,
Though die! .. ”And rushed,
And pulled out ... Nothing -
Not bitten gray!
She is barely alive.
Just clicks his teeth
Yes, it's hard to breathe.
Beneath it is a bloody river,
The nipples are cut with grass,
All ribs count.
Looking up, head up
In my eyes ... and howled suddenly!
Howled like crying.
I touched the sheep
The sheep was dead...
Is the she-wolf so plaintively
She looked, howled ... Mother!
I threw her a sheep!..”
So that's what happened to the guy.
Came to the village yes, silly,
He himself told everything
For that, they thought of it.
Yes, I got it right…
Silantius was angry,
Screaming: “What are you pushing?
Do you want to be whipped yourself?”
And Marya, that one:
"Give me a lesson for a fool!"
And tears out of the hands of Fedotushka.
Fedot is trembling like a leaf.
Hunting horns sound
The landowner returns
From hunting. I to him:
"Don't give it away! Be an intercessor!"
- What's the matter? - Called the elder
And instantly decided:
- Child custody
By youth, by stupidity
Forgive ... but a daring woman
About to punish! -
"Ai, barin!" I jumped:
“Freed Fedotushka!
Go home, Fedot!"
- Let's do what we say! -
The elder said to the laity. -
Hey! let's dance!
The neighbor slipped in here:
“And you would be at the feet of the elder ...”
"Go home, Fedot!"
I stroked the boy
"Look, when you look back,
I'll be angry... Go!"
Throw out the word from the song,
So the whole song is broken
I went to bed, well done ...
………………………………….
In Fedotov's closet,
Like a cat I crept
The boy is sleeping, delirious, rushing about;
One arm dangled
Another one on the eye
Lies, clenched in a fist:
"Were you crying, poor thing?
Sleep. Nothing. I'm here!"
I grieved for Demushka,
How they were pregnant -
Weak was born
However, the clever one came out:
At Alferov's factory
The pipe was taken out
With a parent, what a passion!
I sat on it all night
I am a kind shepherd
Raised up to the sun
She shod herself in bast shoes,
rebaptized; cap,
She gave me a horn and a whip.
The whole family woke up
Yes, I did not appear to her,
Didn't go to harvest.
I went to the fast river
I chose a quiet place
At the willow bush.
I sat on a gray stone
She leaned her head on her hand,
Sobbed, orphan!
Loudly I called my parent:
You come, intercessor father!
Look at your beloved daughter...
I called in vain.
There is no great defense!
Early guest without jurisdiction,
Tribal, rootless,
The death of a loved one took away!
I called my mother loudly.
Violent winds resounded,
The distant mountains responded,
But the native did not come!
Denna day my sadness,
In the night - the night pilgrimage!
Never you, desired,
I can't see now!
You've gone irrevocably
unfamiliar path,
Where the wind doesn't blow
The beast does not doryskivat ...
There is no great defense!
If only you knew and knew
To whom did you leave your daughter,
What can I do without you?
Night - I shed tears,
Day - like grass I lay down ...
I bow my head
I carry an angry heart!
CHAPTER VI. HARD YEAR
That year the extraordinary
The star played in the sky;
Some judged it like this:
The Lord is walking in the sky
And his angels
Sweeping with a fiery broom Comet.
Before the feet of God
In the heavenly field the way;
Others thought the same
Yes, only on the Antichrist,
And they sensed trouble.
It came true: the breadlessness has come!
Brother did not persuade brother
Piece! It's been a terrible year...
She-wolf that Fedotova
I remembered - hungry,
Similar to kids
I was on it!
Yes, there is still a mother-in-law
Served as an omen.
Neighbors spit
That I called trouble
With what? Clean shirt
Worn at Christmas Sign: do not wear a clean shirt on Christmas, otherwise wait for a crop failure. (Dal has it.).
For a husband, for an intercessor,
I got off cheap;
And one woman
Not for the same
Killed to death with stakes.
Don't mess with the hungry!
One misfortune did not end:
Slightly coped with the lack of bread -
The recruitment has arrived.
Yes, I wasn't worried.
For the Filippov family
The brother went to the soldiers.
I sit alone, I work
Both husband and brother-in-law
We left in the morning;
Father-in-law at the meeting
Went off and the women
They scattered to the neighbors.
I was very unwell
I was Liodorushka
Pregnant: recent
Went for days.
Dealing with the guys
In a big hut under a fur coat
I lay down on the stove.
The women returned in the evening,
There is no only father-in-law,
They are waiting for him to eat.
Came: “Oh-oh! tired,
And things didn't get better.
We are lost, wife!
Where seen, where heard:
How long have they taken the elder,
Now give me less!
I calculated over the years
I bowed at the feet of the world,
What kind of world do we have?
I asked the burmister: he swears,
What a pity, but there is nothing to do!
And asked the clerk
Yeah the truth from the crook
And you can't cut it with an ax
What shadows from the wall!
Gifted... all gifted...
Tell the governor
So he would ask them!
All you could ask
So that he is in our parish
Regular murals
Ordered to check.
Yes, turn in! .. "Weeping
Mother-in-law, mother-in-law,
And I ... It was cold,
Now I'm on fire!
I'm burning ... God knows what I think ...
Not thinking... nonsense... Hungry
Orphans are standing
In front of me ... Unkindly
The family looks at them
They are noisy in the house
On the street pugnacious,
Gluttons at the table...
And they began to pinch them,
Bang on the head...
Shut up, soldier mother!
…………………………………
Now I'm not a sharecropper
rural area,
Mansion builder,
Clothes and livestock.
Now one wealth:
Three lakes cry
Flammable tears, sown
Three stripes of trouble!
…………………………………
Now as guilty
I stand in front of the neighbors:
Sorry! I was
Haughty, uncompromising,
I did not expect, stupid,
Stay an orphan...
I'm sorry, good people
Teach the mind
How to live by yourself? like kids
Drink, feed, raise...
…………………………………
Sent children around the world:
Ask, children, affection,
Don't you dare steal!
And the children in tears: “Cold!
Our clothes are torn.
From porch to porch
We get tired of walking
Let's trample under the windows,
Let's chill ... At the rich
We are afraid to ask.
"God will give!" the poor will answer...
We return home with nothing -
You will scold us! .. "
………………………………….
Picked up dinner mother
I call, sister-in-law, brother-in-law,
I stand hungry
At the door, like a slave.
The mother-in-law shouts: “Cunning!
Are you in a hurry to get to bed?"
And the brother-in-law says:
"You haven't worked hard!
All day behind the village
Stood: waiting
When the sun goes down!"
………………………………….
I dressed better
I went to the church of God
I hear laughter behind me!
………………………………….
Well don't dress up
Don't wash your face
Neighbors have sharp eyes
Vostro tongues!
Walk the street quieter
Carry your head down
When it's fun, don't laugh
Don't cry out of sadness!
………………………………….
The winter has come,
Fields, meadows green
Hiding under the snow.
On a white, snowy shroud
There is no melted talinochka -
The soldier mother does not have
All over the world friend!
With whom do you think?
With whom to have a word?
How to deal with misery?
Where to take offense?
Into the forests - the forests would wilt,
In the meadows - the meadows would burn down!
In a fast river?
The water would stay!
Wear it, poor soldier,
With her to the coffin!
…………………………………
No husband, no intercessor!
Choo drum! Soldiers
They're going... they've stopped...
Lined up in ranks.
"Live!" Philip was taken out
To the middle of the square:
"Hey! first change! -
Shalashnikov screams.
Fell Philip: - Have mercy! -
“And you try! fall in love!
Ha ha! haha! haha! haha!
Fortified heroic,
Don't piss me off!.."
And then I jumped off the stove,
I put on my shoes. I listened for a long time -
Everything is quiet, the family is sleeping!
Slightly I creaked the door
And she left. Frosty night...
From Domina's hut,
Where are the country boys
And the girls were going
The folded song rumbled.
My love…
There is a Christmas tree on the mountain
Light under the mountain
In the small light Masha.
Father came to her
He woke her up, encouraged her:
You, Mashenka, let's go home!
You, Efimovna, let's go home!
I don't go and don't listen
The night is dark and moonless,
The rivers are fast, there are no transports,
The forests are dark, there are no guards...
There is a Christmas tree on the mountain
Light under the mountain
In the small light Masha.
Mother came to her
I woke up, prompted:
Mashenka, let's go home!
Efimovna, let's go home!
I don't go and don't listen
The night is dark and moonless,
The rivers are fast, there are no transports.
The forests are dark, there are no guards...
There is a Christmas tree on the mountain
Light under the mountain
In the small light Masha.
Peter came to her
Peter sir Petrovich,
He woke her up, encouraged her:
Mashenka, let's go home!
Dusha Efimovna, let's go home!
I go, sir, and listen:
The night is bright and moonlit,
The rivers are quiet, there are transportations,
The forests are dark, there are guards.
CHAPTER VII. GOVERNOR
I almost ran
Through the village, it seemed
What are the guys chasing with the song
And the girls follow me.
I looked around Klin:
White plain,
Yes, the sky with a clear moon,
Yes me, yes my shadow...
Not creepy or scary
Suddenly it became - like joy
So the chest was up…
Thanks to the winter wind!
He is like cold water
The patient got drunk:
Wrapped a wild head,
Scattered black thoughts,
Mind turned.
I fell on my knees
"Open to me, Mother of God,
Why did I anger God?
mistress! inside of me
No broken bone
There is no unstretched vein,
There is no uncorrupted blood, -
I endure and do not grumble!
All the power given by God
I believe in work
All in children love!
You see everything, Lady.
You can do anything, Guardian!
Save your servant!..”
Pray on a frosty night
Under the starry sky of God
I have loved since then.
Trouble will overtake - remember
And advise the wives:
Don't pray harder
Nowhere and never.
The more I prayed
The easier it got
And strength increased
The more I touched
To the white, snowy tablecloth
Burning head...
Then - on the road set off.
Familiar path!
I drove over it.
You go early in the evening
So in the morning with the sun
Hurry up to the market.
All night I walked, did not meet
Living soul. Under the city
The hauls have begun.
High, high
Carriages of peasant hay,
I felt sorry for the horses:
Their feeds are legal
They are being taken from the yard, cordial,
To go hungry afterwards.
And that's it, I thought:
The workhorse eats the straw.
And empty dance - oats!
Need dragged with a sack, -
Torment, tea, not superfluous,
Don't wait for tribute!
From the suburban
Merchants
They ran to the peasants;
Bozhba, deceit, swearing!
Hit by the morning
How did I enter the city?
I'm looking for the cathedral square,
I knew: governor
Palace on the square.
Dark, empty area
In front of the chief's palace
The sentry walks.
“Tell me, soldier, is it too early
Is the boss waking up?
- I do not know. You go!
We are not allowed to speak! -
(I gave him two kopecks).
That's why the governor
There is a special doorman. -
"And where he? how to name it?
- Makar Fedoseich ...
Get on the stairs! -
I went and the doors were locked.
I sat down and thought
It's already starting to get light.
The lamplighter came with a ladder
Two dim lanterns
On the square he blew.
- Hey! what are you doing here?
I jumped up and got scared.
At the door stood in a dressing gown
Bald person.
Soon I'm whole
Makar Fedoseich
With respect, she gave:
"Such is the great
Need for a governor
Though to die - to reach!
- You are not ordered to let go,
Yes ... nothing! .. push you
So… in two hours…
Gone. I wander slowly...
It is made of forged copper,
Exactly Savely grandfather,
The man in the square.
"Whose monument?" - Susanina. -
I hesitated in front of him.
Wandered to the market.
I got really scared there.
What? You will not believe,
When to say now:
The cook broke out
Seasoned gray drake,
The guy began to catch up with him,
And how he screams!
Such was the cry, what a soul
Enough - I almost fell,
So they scream under the knife!
Caught! stretched out his neck
And hissed menacingly
As if the chef thought
Poor thing, scare.
I ran away, thinking:
The gray drake will subside
Under the chef's knife!
Now the chief's palace
With a balcony, with a tower, with a staircase,
richly carpeted,
Everything was in front of me.
I looked at the windows.
hung. "In some
Your bedchamber?
Are you sleeping sweetly, my beloved,
What kind of dreams do you see? .. "
Sideways, not on the rug,
I sneaked into the Swiss.
- You're early, godfather!
Again I got scared
Makar Fedoseich
I did not recognize: shaved,
I put on an embroidered livery,
Picked up a mace
As the baldness never happened.
Laughs: - Why are you startled? -
"I'm tired, dear!"
- Don't be afraid! God is merciful!
Give me a whole lot more
You will see - I will! -
Gave another whole.
- Let's go to my closet,
Have a cup of tea! -
Closet under the stairs:
Bed and iron stove
Shandal and samovar.
In the corner a lamp is lit.
And pictures on the wall.
- Here he is! Makar said. -
His Excellency! -
And snapped the finger of the brave
Military in the stars.
"Is it kind?" I asked.
- How to find a verse! Today here
I am also kind, but in time -
Like a dog, I'm angry.
"Do you miss it, you see, uncle?"
- No, this is a special article,
No boredom here - war!
Both myself and people in the evening
They will leave, but to Fedoseich
Enemy in the closet: let's fight!
I have been fighting for ten years.
How do you drink an extra glass
How do you smoke shag,
How does this oven heat up?
Let the candle burn
So stop here ... -
I have remembered
About grandfather's wealth:
“You, uncle,” I said,
Must be a hero."
- I'm not a hero, my dear,
Don't brag about that strength
Who has not overcome sleep! -
They knocked on the closet.
Makar left ... I sat,
Waiting, waiting, bored.
Opened the door.
The carriage was brought up to the porch.
"Is he driving?" - Governor! -
Makar replied to me
And rushed up the stairs.
Went down the stairs
In a sable coat, a lady,
The clerk is with her.
I didn't know what I was doing
(Yes, apparently, I thought of
Mistress!) ... How will I rush
At her feet: “Stand up!
Deception, not godly
Provider and parent
They take from children!
- Where are you from, dove?
Did I answer in a right way -
I don't know... mortal flour
Came under the heart ...
I woke up guys
In a rich, bright room.
I lie under the canopy;
Against me is the nurse,
Elegant, in a kokoshnik,
Sitting with a child
"Whose child, beauty?"
- Your! - I kissed
Horny child…
Like at the feet of the governor
I fell as I cried
As she began to speak
A long fatigue said,
Istoma is unreasonable,
The time has passed -
My time has come!
Thank you Governor
Elena Alexandrovna,
I am so grateful to her
Like a mother!
She baptized the boy
And the name Liodorushka -
Chose the baby...
"What happened to your husband?"
- They sent a messenger to Klin,
The whole truth was brought to light,
Filipushka was rescued.
Elena Alexandrovna
To me him, my dear,
Herself - God bless her!
She let me down by the handle.
She was good, she was smart
Beautiful, healthy.
But God did not give children!
While I was visiting her
All the time with Liodorushka
Worn like family.
Spring has begun
The birch blossomed
As we went home...
ok light
In the world of God!
Okay, easy
Clearly n a ̒ heart.
We go, we go -
Let's stop
To forests, meadows
Let's admire.
Let's admire
Let's listen
How they run
spring waters,
How it sings
Lark!
We stand and look...
Eyes will meet
We smile
Will smile at us
Liodorushka.
And we will see
The old beggar -
Let's serve him
We are a penny:
"Don't pray for us, -
Let's say old
You pray old man
For Elenushka,
For the beauty
Alexandrovna!”
And we will see
Church of God -
in front of the church
We are baptized for a long time:
"Give her, Lord,
Joy is happiness.
Good darling
Alexandrovna!”
Green forest,
green meadow,
Where is the low
There's also a mirror!
ok light
In the world of God
Okay, easy
Clear on the heart.
I'm floating on the waters
white swan,
I run across the steppes
Quail.
Arrived at home
Blue dove…
bowed to me
father-in-law,
bowed
mother-in-law,
Deverya, sons-in-law
bowed down
bowed down
They apologized!
You sit down
You don't bow
You listen.
What will I tell you:
Bow down to that
Who is stronger than me -
Who is better than me
To that glory to sing.
To whom should we sing glory?
Governor!
Good darling
Alexandrovna!
Chapter VIII. WOMAN'S PARABLE
Timofeevna fell silent.
Of course, our wanderers
Didn't miss a chance
For the health of the Governor
Dry in a bowl.
And seeing that the hostess
I bowed to the haystack,
- You know yourself:
Glorified by the lucky one
Nicknamed the governor
Raising children... Is it for joy?
You need to know too.
Five sons! Peasant
Orders are endless, -
They already took one!
beautiful eyelashes
Timofeevna blinked,
hastily bowed
Head to the stack.
The peasants hesitated, hesitated.
We whispered. "Well, mistress!
What else can you tell us?"
- And what you started
It's not the case - between the women
Happy searching!
“Did you tell everything?”
- What else do you want?
Isn't it right to tell you
That we burned twice
That God anthrax Anthrax is a dangerous infectious disease that affects both animals and humans.
Visited us three times?
Horse pushes
We carried; I took a walk
Like a gelding, in a harrow!..
My feet are not trampled,
Not tied with ropes
Needles are not stabbed ...
What else do you want?
Promised to lay out the soul,
Yes, it is clear that I did not succeed, -
Sorry guys!
The mountains didn't move
Fell on the head
God is not a thunderbolt
In anger he pierced his chest,
For me - quiet, invisible -
The storm has passed,
Will you show her?
For a mother who has been scolded,
Like a trampled snake,
The blood of the firstborn has passed
For me insults are mortal
Gone unpaid
And the whip passed over me!
I just didn't taste
Thank you! Sitnikov died -
Inexcusable shame,
Last shame!
And you - for happiness stuck your head!
It's a shame, well done!
Go to the official
To the noble boyar,
Go to the king
Don't touch women
Here is God! pass with nothing
To the grave!
Asked us for the night
One old woman of God:
The whole life of a poor old woman -
Flesh killing, fasting;
At the tomb of Jesus
Prayed for Athos
ascended heights,
Swimming in the Jordan River...
And that holy old woman
Told me:
"The keys to female happiness,
From our free will
abandoned, lost
God himself!
desert fathers,
And blameless wives
And the scribes
They are looking for - they will not be found!
Gone! need to think
The fish swallowed them...
In chains, exhausted,
Hungry, cold
Gone are the Lord's warriors
Deserts, cities, -
And ask the Magi
And count by the stars
Tried - no keys!
The whole world of God has been explored,
In the mountains, in the underground abysses
Looking for... Finally
Companions found the keys!
The keys are priceless
And all - not those keys!
They came - great
Chosen people of God
It was a celebration
Came to the slave slaves:
The dungeons have dissolved
A sigh passed through the world,
Is it loud, joyful! ..
And to our female will
Everything is missing and there are no keys!
Great Companions
And to this day they try -
Down to the bottom of the seas,
Rise under the sky,
Everything is missing and there are no keys!
Yes, they are unlikely to be found ...
What kind of fish swallowed
Those reserved keys
In what seas is that fish
Walking - God forgot! .. "
Nekrasov's poem "Who Lives Well in Russia" tells about the journey of seven peasants across Russia in search of a happy person. The work was written in the late 60's - mid 70's. XIX century, after the reforms of Alexander II and the abolition of serfdom. It tells about a post-reform society in which not only many old vices have not disappeared, but many new ones have appeared. According to the plan of Nikolai Alekseevich Nekrasov, the wanderers were supposed to reach St. Petersburg at the end of the journey, but due to the illness and imminent death of the author, the poem remained unfinished.
The work “To whom it is good to live in Russia” is written in blank verse and stylized as Russian folk tales. We offer you to read the online summary of “Who Lives Well in Russia” by Nekrasov chapter by chapter, prepared by the editors of our portal.
main characters
Novel, Demyan, Luke, Gubin brothers Ivan and Mitrodor, Pahom, Prov- seven peasants who went to look for a happy person.
Other characters
Ermil Girin- the first "candidate" for the title of lucky man, an honest steward, very respected by the peasants.
Matryona Korchagina(Governor) - a peasant woman who is known in her village as a "lucky woman".
Savely- grandfather of her husband Matryona Korchagina. Centennial old man.
Prince Utyatin(Last child) - an old landowner, a tyrant, to whom his family, in collusion with the peasants, does not speak about the abolition of serfdom.
Vlas- a peasant, steward of the village, once owned by Utyatin.
Grisha Dobrosklonov- a seminarian, the son of a deacon, dreaming of the liberation of the Russian people; the revolutionary democrat N. Dobrolyubov was the prototype.
Part 1
Prologue
Seven men converge on the "pillar path": Roman, Demyan, Luka, the Gubin brothers (Ivan and Mitrodor), the old man Pakhom and Prov. The county from which they come is called by the author Terpigorev, and the “adjacent villages” from which the men come from are referred to as Zaplatovo, Dyryaevo, Razutovo, Znobishino, Gorelovo, Neyolovo and Neurozhayko, thus, the poem uses the artistic device of “talking” names .
The men got together and argued:
Who has fun
Feel free in Russia?
Each of them insists on his own. One shouts that the landowner lives most freely, the other that the official, the third - the priest, "fat-bellied merchant", "noble boyar, minister of the sovereign", or the tsar.
From the outside, it seems that the men found a treasure on the road and are now dividing it among themselves. The peasants have already forgotten what business they left the house for (one went to baptize a child, the other to the market ...), and they go no one knows where until night falls. Only here the peasants stop and, "blaming the trouble on the goblin", sit down to rest and continue the argument. Soon it comes to a fight.
Roman hits Pakhomushka,
Demyan hits Luka.
The fight alarmed the whole forest, the echo woke up, the animals and birds got worried, the cow mooed, the cuckoo forged, the jackdaws squeaked, the fox, eavesdropping on the peasants, decides to run away.
And here at the foam
With fright, a tiny chick
Fell from the nest.
When the fight is over, the men pay attention to this chick and catch it. It is easier for a bird than for a peasant, Pahom says. If he had wings, he would fly all over Russia to find out who lives best on it. “We don’t even need wings,” the rest add, they would only have bread and “a bucket of vodka,” as well as cucumbers, kvass and tea. Then they would have measured the whole "Mother Russia with their feet."
While the men are interpreting in this way, a chiffchaff flies up to them and asks to release her chick into the wild. For him, she will give a royal ransom: everything desired by the peasants.
The men agree, and the chiffchaff shows them a place in the forest where a box with a self-assembled tablecloth is buried. Then she enchants clothes on them so that they do not wear out, so that the bast shoes do not break, footcloths do not decay, and louse does not breed on the body, and flies away “with her dear chick”. In parting, the warbler warns the peasants: they can ask for food from the self-collection tablecloth as much as they like, but you can’t ask for more than a bucket of vodka a day:
And one and two - it will be fulfilled
At your request,
And in the third be trouble!
The peasants rush to the forest, where they really find a self-assembled tablecloth. Overjoyed, they arrange a feast and give a vow: not to return home until they know for sure, "who lives happily, freely in Russia?"
Thus begins their journey.
Chapter 1. Pop
Far away stretches a wide path lined with birch trees. On it, the peasants mostly come across “small people” - peasants, artisans, beggars, soldiers. Travelers don’t even ask them anything: what kind of happiness is there? Toward evening, the men meet the priest. The men block his way and bow low. In response to the priest's silent question: what do they need?, Luka talks about the dispute and asks: “Is the priest's life sweet?”
The priest thinks for a long time, and then replies that, since it is a sin to grumble at God, he will simply describe his life to the peasants, and they themselves will realize whether it is good.
Happiness, according to the priest, consists in three things: "peace, wealth, honor." No rest is known to the priest: his rank is given to him by hard work, and then no less difficult service begins, the crying of orphans, the cries of widows and the groans of the dying do little to promote peace of mind.
The situation with honor is no better: the priest serves as an object for witticisms of the common people, obscene tales, anecdotes and fables are composed about him, which do not spare not only himself, but also his wife and children.
The last thing remains, wealth, but even here everything has changed a long time ago. Yes, there were times when the nobles honored the priest, played magnificent weddings and came to their estates to die - that was the work of the priests, but now "the landlords have scattered in distant foreign land." So it turns out that the pop is content with rare copper nickels:
The peasant himself needs
And I would be glad to give, but there is nothing ...
Having finished his speech, the priest leaves, and the debaters attack Luka with reproaches. They unanimously accuse him of stupidity, that it was only in appearance that the priestly housing seemed free to him, but he could not figure it out deeper.
What did you take? stubborn head!
The men would probably have beaten Luka, but here, fortunately for him, at the bend in the road, the “priestly strict face” is once again shown ...
Chapter 2
The men continue on their way, and their road goes through empty villages. Finally, they meet the rider and ask him where the inhabitants have disappeared.
We went to the village of Kuzminskoye,
Today there is a fairground...
Then the wanderers decide to also go to the fair - what if the one “who lives happily” is hiding there?
Kuzminskoye is a rich, albeit dirty, village. It has two churches, a school (closed), a dirty hotel and even a paramedic. That’s why the fair is rich, and most of all there are taverns, “eleven taverns”, and they do not have time to pour for everyone:
Oh, Orthodox thirst,
How big are you!
There are a lot of drunk people around. A peasant scolds a broken ax, grandfather Vavila is sad next to him, who promised to bring shoes to his granddaughter, but drank all the money. The people feel sorry for him, but no one can help - they themselves have no money. Fortunately, there happens to be a "master", Pavlusha Veretennikov, and it is he who buys shoes for Vavila's granddaughter.
Ofeni (booksellers) also sell at the fair, but the most base books, as well as portraits of “thicker” generals, are in demand. And no one knows if the time will come when a man:
Belinsky and Gogol
Will you carry it from the market?
By evening, everyone is so drunk that even the church with the bell tower seems to stagger, and the peasants leave the village.
Chapter 3
It's worth a quiet night. The men walk along the "hundred-voiced" road and hear snippets of other people's conversations. They talk about officials, about bribes: “And we are fifty kopecks to the clerk: We made a request,” women's songs are heard with a request to “fall in love.” One drunk guy buries his clothes in the ground, assuring everyone that he is "burying his mother." At the road post, the wanderers again meet Pavel Veretennikov. He talks with the peasants, writes down their songs and sayings. Having written down enough, Veretennikov blames the peasants for drinking a lot - "it's a shame to look!" They object to him: the peasant drinks mainly from grief, and it is a sin to condemn or envy him.
The objector's name is Yakim Goly. Pavlusha also writes his story in a book. Even in his youth, Yakim bought his son popular prints, and he himself loved to look at them no less than a child. When a fire broke out in the hut, he first of all rushed to tear pictures from the walls, and so all his savings, thirty-five rubles, burned down. For a fused lump, they now give him 11 rubles.
After listening to stories, the wanderers sit down to refresh themselves, then one of them, Roman, remains at the bucket of vodka for the guard, and the rest again mix with the crowd in search of a happy one.
Chapter 4
Wanderers walk in the crowd and call the happy one to come. If such a person appears and tells them about his happiness, then he will be treated to glory with vodka.
Sober people chuckle at such speeches, but a considerable queue is lined up from drunk people. The deacon comes first. His happiness, in his words, "is in complacency" and in the "kosushka", which the peasants will pour. The deacon is driven away, and an old woman appears, in which, on a small ridge, "up to a thousand raps were born." The next torturing happiness is a soldier with medals, "a little alive, but I want to drink." His happiness lies in the fact that no matter how they tortured him in the service, he nevertheless remained alive. A stonecutter with a huge hammer also comes, a peasant who overstrained himself in the service, but still, barely alive, drove home, a courtyard man with a "noble" disease - gout. The latter boasts that for forty years he stood at the table of the most illustrious prince, licking plates and drinking foreign wine from glasses. The men drive him away too, because they have a simple wine, “not according to your lips!”.
The line to the wanderers does not become smaller. The Belarusian peasant is happy that here he eats his fill of rye bread, because at home they baked bread only with chaff, and this caused terrible pain in the stomach. A man with a folded cheekbone, a hunter, is happy that he survived in a fight with a bear, while the bears killed the rest of his comrades. Even the beggars come: they are happy that there is alms on which they are fed.
Finally, the bucket is empty, and the wanderers realize that this way they will not find happiness.
Hey, happiness man!
Leaky, with patches,
Humpbacked with calluses
Get off home!
Here one of the people who approached them advises “ask Yermila Girin”, because if he does not turn out to be happy, then there is nothing to look for. Ermila is a simple man who deserved the great love of the people. The wanderers are told the following story: once Ermila had a mill, but they decided to sell it for debts. Bidding began, the merchant Altynnikov really wanted to buy the mill. Yermila was able to outbid his price, but the trouble is that he did not have money with him to make a deposit. Then he asked for an hour's reprieve and ran to the market place to ask the people for money.
And a miracle happened: Yermil received money. Very soon, the thousand necessary for the ransom of the mill turned out to be with him. And a week later, on the square, there was an even more wonderful sight: Yermil "counted on the people", handed out all the money and honestly. There was only one extra ruble left, and Yermil asked until sunset whose it was.
Wanderers are perplexed: by what sorcery did Yermil receive such trust from the people. They are told that this is not witchcraft, but the truth. Girin served as a clerk in the office and never took a penny from anyone, but helped with advice. Soon the old prince died, and the new one ordered the peasants to choose a burgomaster. Unanimously, “six thousand souls, with the whole patrimony” Yermila shouted - although young, he loves the truth!
Only once did Yermil "disguise" when he did not recruit his younger brother, Mitriy, replacing him with the son of Nenila Vlasyevna. But the conscience after this act tortured Yermila so much that he soon tried to hang himself. Mitrius was handed over to the recruits, and the son of Nenila was returned to her. Yermil, for a long time, did not walk on his own, “he resigned from his post,” but instead rented a mill and became “more than the former people love.”
But here the priest intervenes in the conversation: all this is true, but it is useless to go to Yermil Girin. He is sitting in jail. The priest begins to tell how it was - the village of Stolbnyaki rebelled and the authorities decided to call Yermila - his people would listen.
The story is interrupted by shouts: the thief has been caught and is being flogged. The thief turns out to be the same lackey with a "noble disease", and after the flogging, he flies away as if he had completely forgotten about his illness.
The priest, meanwhile, says goodbye, promising to finish telling the story at the next meeting.
Chapter 5
On their further journey, the peasants meet the landowner Gavrila Afanasyich Obolt-Obolduev. The landowner is at first frightened, suspecting robbers in them, but, having figured out what the matter is, he laughs and begins to tell his story. He leads his noble family from the Tatar Oboldui, who was skinned by a bear for the amusement of the Empress. She granted cloth to the Tatar for this. Such were the noble ancestors of the landowner ...
Law is my wish!
The fist is my police!
However, not all strictness, the landowner admits that he more "attracted hearts with affection"! All the courtyards loved him, gave him gifts, and he was like a father to them. But everything changed: the peasants and the land were taken away from the landowner. The sound of an ax is heard from the forests, everyone is being ruined, instead of estates drinking houses are multiplying, because now no one needs a letter at all. And they shout to the landowners:
Wake up, sleepy landowner!
Get up! - study! work hard!..
But how can a landowner work, accustomed to something completely different from childhood? They did not learn anything, and “thought to live like this for a century,” but it turned out differently.
The landowner began to sob, and the good-natured peasants almost wept with him, thinking:
The great chain is broken
Torn - jumped:
One end on the master,
Others for a man! ..
Part 2
The Last
The next day, the peasants go to the banks of the Volga, to a huge hay meadow. As soon as they got into a conversation with the locals, music was heard and three boats moored to the shore. They have a noble family: two gentlemen with their wives, little barchats, servants and a gray-haired old gentleman. The old man inspects the mowing, and everyone bows to him almost to the ground. In one place he stops and orders a dry haystack to be spread: the hay is still damp. The absurd order is immediately executed.
Strangers marvel:
Grandfather!
What a wonderful old man.
It turns out that the old man - Prince Utyatin (the peasants call him the Last) - having learned about the abolition of serfdom, "fooled", and came down with a blow. His sons were told that they had betrayed the landowner's ideals, that they could not defend them, and if so, they were left without an inheritance. The sons were frightened and persuaded the peasants to fool the landowner a little, so that after his death they would give the village poem meadows. The old man was told that the tsar ordered the serfs to be returned back to the landowners, the prince was delighted and stood up. So this comedy continues to this day. Some peasants are even happy about this, for example, the courtyard Ipat:
Ipat said: “You have fun!
And I am the Utyatin princes
Serf - and the whole story here!
But Agap Petrov cannot come to terms with the fact that even in the wild someone will push him around. Once he told the master everything directly, and he had a stroke. When he woke up, he ordered Agap to be whipped, and the peasants, in order not to reveal the deceit, led him to the stable, where they put a bottle of wine in front of him: drink and shout louder! Agap died the same night: it was hard for him to bow down...
Wanderers are present at the feast of the Last, where he speaks about the benefits of serfdom, and then lies down in the boat and falls asleep in it with songs. The village of Vahlaki sighs with sincere relief, but no one gives them the meadows - the trial continues to this day.
Part 3
peasant woman
“Not everything is between men
Find a happy
Let's touch the women!”
With these words, the wanderers go to Korchagina Matryona Timofeevna, the governor, a beautiful woman of 38 years old, who, however, already calls herself an old woman. She talks about her life. Then she was only happy, how she grew up in her parents' house. But girlhood quickly rushed by, and now Matryona is already being wooed. Philip becomes her betrothed, handsome, ruddy and strong. He loves his wife (according to her, he beat him only once), but soon he goes to work, and leaves her with his large, but alien to Matryona, family.
Matryona works for her elder sister-in-law, and for a strict mother-in-law, and for her father-in-law. She had no joy in her life until her eldest son, Demushka, was born.
In the whole family, only the old grandfather Savely, the “Holy Russian hero”, who lives out his life after twenty years of hard labor, regrets Matryona. He ended up in hard labor for the murder of a German manager who did not give the peasants a single free minute. Savely told Matryona a lot about his life, about "Russian heroism."
The mother-in-law forbids Matryona to take Demushka into the field: she does not work much with him. The grandfather looks after the child, but one day he falls asleep, and the pigs eat the child. After some time, Matryona meets Savely at the grave of Demushka, who has gone to repentance in the Sand Monastery. She forgives him and takes him home, where the old man soon dies.
Matryona also had other children, but she could not forget Demushka. One of them, the shepherdess Fedot, once wanted to be whipped for a sheep carried away by a wolf, but Matrena took the punishment upon herself. When she was pregnant with Liodorushka, she had to go to the city to ask for the return of her husband, who had been taken into the soldiers. Right in the waiting room, Matryona gave birth, and the governor, Elena Alexandrovna, for whom the whole family is now praying, helped her. Since then, Matryona has been "denounced as a lucky woman, nicknamed the governor's wife." But what kind of happiness is there?
This is what Matryonushka tells the wanderers and adds: they will never find a happy woman among women, the keys to female happiness are lost, and even God does not know where to find them.
Part 4
A feast for the whole world
There is a feast in the village of Vakhlachina. Everyone gathered here: both wanderers, and Klim Yakovlich, and Vlas the headman. Among the feasters are two seminarians, Savvushka and Grisha, good simple guys. They, at the request of the people, sing a “jolly” song, then the turn comes for different stories. There is a story about “an exemplary slave - Jacob the faithful”, who all his life went after the master, fulfilled all his whims and even rejoiced at the master's beatings. Only when the master gave his nephew to the soldiers, Yakov took to drink, but soon returned to the master. And yet, Yakov did not forgive him, and was able to take revenge on Polivanov: he brought him, with his legs off, into the forest, and there he hanged himself on a pine tree above the master.
There is a dispute about who is the most sinful of all. God's wanderer Jonah tells the story of "two sinners", about the robber Kudeyar. The Lord awakened a conscience in him and imposed a penance on him: cut down a huge oak tree in the forest, then his sins will be forgiven him. But the oak fell only when Kudeyar sprinkled it with the blood of the cruel Pan Glukhovsky. Ignatius Prokhorov objects to Jonah: the peasant's sin is still greater, and tells the story of the headman. He hid the last will of his master, who decided to release his peasants before his death. But the headman, tempted by money, tore free.
The crowd is subdued. Songs are sung: "Hungry", "Soldier's". But the time will come in Russia for good songs. Confirmation of this is two seminarian brothers, Savva and Grisha. The seminarian Grisha, the son of a sexton, has known since the age of fifteen that he wants to devote his life to the happiness of the people. Love for his mother merges in his heart with love for the whole vakhlachin. Grisha walks along his edge and sings a song about Russia:
You are poor
You are abundant
You are powerful
You are powerless
Mother Russia!
And his plans will not be lost: fate prepares Grisha "a glorious path, a loud name of the people's intercessor, consumption and Siberia." In the meantime, Grisha sings, and it is a pity that the wanderers do not hear him, because then they would understand that they had already found a happy person and could return home.
Conclusion
This ends the unfinished chapters of the poem by Nekrasov. However, even from the surviving parts, the reader is presented with a large-scale picture of post-reform Russia, which, with torment, is learning to live in a new way. The range of problems raised by the author in the poem is very wide: the problems of widespread drunkenness, the ruining of a Russian person (it’s not without reason that a bucket of vodka is offered as a reward!) The problems of women, the ineradicable slave psychology (revealed on the example of Yakov, Ipat) and the main problem of people's happiness. Most of these problems, unfortunately, to one degree or another still remain relevant today, which is why the work is very popular, and a number of quotations from it have become part of everyday speech. The compositional device of the main characters' wanderings brings the poem closer to an adventure novel, thanks to which it is read easily and with great interest.
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“Not everyone between men is looking for a happy one, let's feel the women!” - decide the strangers. They are advised to go to the village of Klin and ask Korchagina Matryona Timofeevna, whom everyone called the "governor's wife".
Wanderers come to the village: Whatever the hut - with a prop, Like a beggar with a crutch; And from the roofs the straw is fed to the Cattle. Stand like skeletons, Wretched houses. At the gate, the wanderers meet a lackey, who explains that "the landowner is abroad, and the steward is dying." Some men catch small fish in the river, complaining that there used to be more fish. Peasants and serfs steal everything they can: One serf was tormented At the door: copper handles Unscrewed; the other was carrying some kind of tiles... A gray-haired courtyard offers to buy foreign books for wanderers, gets angry that they refuse: Why do you need smart books?
Drinking signs for you Yes, the word "forbidden", What is found on the poles, Enough to read! The wanderers hear how a beautiful bass sings a song in an incomprehensible language. It turns out that “the singer of Novo-Arkhangelskaya, the gentlemen lured him from Little Russia.
They promised to take him to Italy, but they left. Finally, the wanderers meet Matrena Timofeevna. Matrena Timofeevna A portly woman, Broad and thick, Thirty-eight years old.
Beautiful; hair with gray hair, Big, strict eyes, Eyelashes of the richest, Harsh and swarthy. The wanderers tell why they set off on their journey, Matrena Timofeevna replies that she has no time to talk about her zhiani - she has to reap rye. The wanderers promise to help her harvest the rye, Matryona Timofeevna "began to open her whole soul to our wanderers." Chapter 1 Before marriage I was lucky in girls: We had a good, non-drinking family. For father, for mother, Like Christ in the bosom, Residential ...
There was a lot of fun, but also a lot of work. Finally, “the betrothed turned up”: On the mountain - a stranger! Philip Korchagin - St. Petersburg worker, By skill a stove-maker. The father took a walk with the matchmakers, promised to give his daughter away. Matryona does not want to go after Philip, he persuades, says that he will not offend. In the end, Matrena Timofeevna agrees. Chapter 2 Songs Matrena Timofeevna finds herself in a strange house - to her mother-in-law and father-in-law.
The narrative is interrupted from time to time by songs about the hard lot of a girl who got married "to the wrong side." The family was huge, Grumpy... I got to Hell from a girl's Holi! My husband went to work, He advised me to be silent, endure... As ordered, so done: I went with anger in my heart, And I didn’t say a word to anyone. Filippushka came in the winter, He brought a silk handkerchief, Yes, he rode it on a sled On Catherine's Day, And it was as if there was no grief!
» Matrena Timofeevna replies that only once, when her husband's sister arrived and he asked to give her shoes, and Matrena Timofeevna hesitated. On the Annunciation, Philip again goes to work, and on Kazanskaya, Matryona had a son, who was named Demushka. Life in the house of her husband's parents has become even more difficult, but Matryona endures: Whatever they tell - I work, No matter how they scold - I am silent. Of the whole family of her husband, One Savely, grandfather, Parent of the father-in-law, Pity me ... Matryona Timofeevna asks the wanderers whether to tell about grandfather Savely, they are ready to listen. Chapter 3 Saveliy, Holy Russian hero With a huge gray mane, Tea, uncut for twenty years, With a huge beard, Grandfather looked like a bear ...
He already knocked, According to fairy tales, a hundred years. Grandfather lived in a special room, He did not like families, He did not let him into his corner; And she was angry, barked, His own son honored his “branded, convict”. Savely will not get angry, He will go to his little house, Read the holy calendar, be baptized Yes, and suddenly he will say cheerfully: “Branded, but not a slave” ... One day Matryona asks Savely why he is called branded and hard labor.
Grandfather tells her his life. In the years of his youth, the peasants of his village were also serfs, “but we didn’t know either the landlords or the German managers then.
We didn’t rule the corvee, we didn’t pay dues, and so, when we judge, we’ll send it three times a year. ” The places were deaf, and no one could get there through the thickets and swamps. “Our landowner Shalashnikov through animal paths with his regiment - he was a military man - he tried to approach us, but he turned his skis!
"Then Shalashnikov sends an order - to appear, but the peasants do not go. The police swooped down (there was a drought) - “we are a tribute to her with honey, fish”, when they arrived another time - with “animal skins”, and the third time they did not give anything. They put on old bast shoes, full of holes, and went to Shalashnikov, who was stationed with a regiment in the provincial town. They came and said there was no dues. Shalashnikov ordered them to be flogged. Shalashnikov thrashed him hard, and he had to “split them up”, get the money and bring half a cap of “lobanchiks” (semi-imperials). Shalashnikov immediately calmed down, even drank with the peasants.
They set off on their way back, the two old men laughed that they were carrying home hundred-ruble notes sewn in the lining. Excellently fought Shalashnikov, And not so hot great Incomes received. Soon a notification arrives that Shalashnikov has been killed near Varna. The heir invented a remedy: He sent a German to us. Through dense forests, Through swampy marshes, A rogue came on foot! And at first he was quiet: "Pay what you can."
We can't do anything! "I'll notify the gentleman." - Notify! .. - That ended. The German, Christian Christian Vogel, meanwhile gained confidence in the peasants, saying: "If you can't pay, then work." They are interested in what the job is. He replies that it is desirable to dig in the swamp with grooves, cut down the trees where it is planned.
The peasants did as he asked, they see - it turned out to be a clearing, a road. Caught up, it's too late. And then hard labor came to the Korezsky peasant - Ruined to the bone!
And he fought ... like Shalashnikov himself! Yes, he was simple: he will attack With all his military strength, Just think: he will kill! And sun the money - it will fall off, Give or take a tick swollen In a dog's ear. The German has a deadly grip: Until he lets him go around the world, Without moving away, he sucks! This life continued for eighteen years. The German built a factory, ordered to dig a well.
It was dug by nine people, including Savely. After working until noon, we decided to rest. Then a German appeared, began to scold the peasants for idleness. The peasants pushed the German into the pit, Savely shouted "Naddy!", and Vogel was buried alive. Then there was “hard labor and lashes in advance; they didn’t tear it out - they anointed it, there’s a bad rag there!
Then ... I fled from hard labor ...
Caught! They didn’t pat on the head either.” And life was not easy. Twenty years of strict hard labor.
Twenty years of settlement. I saved up money, According to the royal manifesto, I got back to my homeland, I built this hill, And I have been living here for a long time.
- I was lucky in the girls:
We had a good
Non-drinking family.
For father, for mother,
Like Christ in the bosom,
I lived, well done.
Father, rising to the light,
I woke up my daughter with affection,
And the brother with a cheerful song;
While getting dressed
Sings: “Get up, sister!
They dress up in huts.
They are saved in chapels -
It's time to get up, it's time!
Shepherd with cattle
Got away; for raspberries
The girlfriends went to the forest,
Plowmen work in the fields
An ax is knocking in the forest!
Deal with pots
Wash everything, scrape everything,
Planting bread in the oven
Mother is coming
Does not wake up - more wraps up:
"Sleep, dear, killer whale,
Sleep, save power!
In a strange family - short sleep!
Get to bed late!
They'll come to wake up to the sun
Lukoshko will be saved,
They will throw a crust on the bottom:
Swallow it - yes complete
Pick up a lukoshko! .. "
Yes, not in the forest was born,
I didn't pray for singing
I didn't sleep much.
On the day of Simeon, father
He put me on a stick
And brought out of infancy
By the fifth year
And on the seventh for a burushka
I myself ran into the herd,
I wore my father for breakfast,
Grazed the ducklings.
Then mushrooms and berries,
Then: "Take a rake
Yes, hay!
So I got used to it...
And a good worker
And sing and dance the huntress
I was young.
You will work in the field for a day,
You return home dirty
And what's the bath for?
Thanks to the hot baenka,
birch broom,
Cold key -
White again, fresh.
For spinning with girlfriends
Eat until midnight!
I didn't hang out on guys.
I interrupted Nayanov,
And a quiet whisper;
"I'm pissed off,
And mother is smart
Don't touch! go away! .. "- go away ...
Yes, no matter how I ran them,
And the betrothed turned up,
On the mountain - a stranger!
Philip Korchagin - Petersburger,
A baker by skill.
The mother was crying
"Like a fish in a blue sea
You yelp! like a nightingale
Flutter from the nest!
Someone else's side
Not sprinkled with sugar
Not watered with honey!
It's cold, it's hungry.
There is a well-groomed daughter
Violent winds will blow,
Black crows will rob,
Shaggy dogs bark
And people will laugh! .. "
And the father with the matchmakers
Tipsy. twirled
I didn't sleep all night...
Oh! what are you, a guy, in a girl
Did you find the good in me?
Where did you spot me?
Is it about Christmas time, how am I from the hills
With guys, with friends
Riding, laughing?
You are mistaken, father's son!
From the game, from skating, from running,
Inflamed with frost
The girl has a face!
Is it in a quiet conversation?
I was dressed up there
Prestige and Pretty
Saved up over the winter
Bloomed like a poppy flower!
And you would look at me
I shake like flax, like sheaves
I'm praying on the rig...
Is it in the parent's house? ..
Oh! to know! would send
I'm in the city of the brother-falcon:
"Dear brother! silk, garus
Buy - seven colors,
Yes, a blue headset!
I would embroider in the corners
Moscow, king and queen,
Yes Kyiv, yes Tsargrad,
And in the middle is the sun
And this curtain
I would hang it in the window
Perhaps you would look
I would have been beaten!..
I've been thinking all night...
“Leave it,” I said to the guy, “
I am in bondage from the will,
God sees, I won’t go!”
We have traveled so far!
Go! Filippushka said. —
I won't offend! —
I grieved, wept bitterly,
And the girl did the work:
On the betrothed sideways
Looked at.
Comely - blush, wide - powerful,
Rus hair, quiet voice -
Fell on Philip's heart!
"You stand, good fellow,
Straight against me
Get on the same board!
Look into my clear eyes
Look at the ruddy face
Think, dare:
To live with me - do not repent,
And I don't cry with you...
I'm all like that!"
- I'm not going to repent
You won't cry! —
Filippushka said.
While we were trading
Philip I: "Go away!",
And he: - Come with me! —
It is known: - Beloved,
Good... pretty... —
"Ai! .." - I suddenly rushed ...
- What are you? Eka strength! —
Do not hold back - would not see
Forever to him Matryoushki,
Hold on Philip!
While we were trading
Must be what I think
Then there was happiness...
And hardly ever again!
I remember the starry night
Just as good
Like now, it was...
Timofeevna sighed.
I bowed to the haystack,
In a sad, quiet voice
She sang to herself:
I'm not in gold
pearls i
Not hung!"
— Pure silver —
Your purity
Red gold -
Your beauty
Bel-large pearls -
From your eyes
Tears are rolling...
Blessed by mother
Parents put
To the oak table
With the edges of the spell poured:
"Take a tray, foreign guests
Take it with a bow!”
For the first time I bowed
Frisky legs shuddered;
The second I bowed - “Does that mean marriage? It should -
One of the Gubins said, -
Congratulate the young."
"Let's! Start with the hostess.
“Are you drinking vodka, Timofeevna?”
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