Shukshin Vasily
Weird people
Vasily Shukshin
Weird people
Early in the morning Chudik walked through the village with a suitcase.
To my brother, closer to Moscow! He answered the question of where he was going.
Far away, weirdo?
To my brother, rest. Gotta scurry around.
At the same time, his round, fleshy face, his round eyes expressed an extremely careless attitude towards long-distance roads - they did not frighten him.
But my brother was still far away.
So far, he has safely reached the district town, where he was to take a ticket and board the train.
There was plenty of time left. The weirdo decided to buy sweets and gingerbread gifts for the tribes for now...
Went to the grocery store, got in line. In front of him stood a man in a hat, and in front of the hat was a plump woman with painted lips. The woman said softly, quickly, passionately to the hat:
Imagine how rude, tactless a person must be! He has sclerosis, well, he has had sclerosis for seven years, but no one suggested that he retire.
And this week without a year leads the team - and already: "Maybe you, Alexander Semenych, would be better off in retirement?" Nah-hal!
The hat agreed:
Yes, yes... They are like that now. Think - sclerosis! And Sumbatych? And this one, how is it? ..
The weirdo respected the city people. Not all, though: he did not respect hooligans and sellers. I was afraid.
It was his turn. He bought sweets, gingerbread, three bars of chocolate and stepped aside to put everything in a suitcase. He opened the suitcase on the floor and began to pack it... He glanced at the floor for some reason, and at the counter, where the queue was, a fifty-ruble piece of paper lay at the feet of people. A kind of green fool, lying to herself, no one sees her ... The weirdo even trembled with joy, his eyes flared up. In a hurry, so that someone would not get ahead of him, he quickly began to think about how it would be more cheerful, witty to say in line about a piece of paper.
Live well, citizens! - He said loudly and cheerfully.
They looked back at him.
We, for example, do not throw such pieces of paper.
This is where everyone got a little excited. This is not a triple, not a five - fifty rubles, you have to work for half a month. But the owner of the paper - no.
"Probably the one with the hat," said Freak to himself.
We decided to put the paper in a conspicuous place, on the counter.
Someone will come running now, - the saleswoman said.
The weirdo left the store in a very pleasant mood. Everyone thought how easy it was for him, how fun it turned out:
"We, for example, do not throw such pieces of paper!"
All of a sudden, he felt as if he was engulfed in heat: he remembered that exactly such a piece of paper and another twenty-five rubles had been given to him in the savings bank at home. He just exchanged a twenty-five-ruble note, a fifty-ruble note should be in his pocket ... He put it in his pocket - no. Here and there, no.
Mine was a piece of paper! - Chudik said loudly. - Your mother so-and-so! .. My piece of paper! Infection, infection...
Under the heart even somehow rang with grief. The first impulse was to go and say:
Citizens, my paper is something. I got two of them at the savings bank: one twenty-five rubles, the other half a hundred. One, twenty-five rubles, now exchanged, and the other - no.
But as soon as he imagined how he would stun everyone with this statement of his, as many would think: "Of course, since the owner was not found, he decided to pocket it." No, do not overpower yourself - do not reach out for this damned piece of paper. Might as well not give up...
Why am I like this? - Chudik argued bitterly. - What now?..
I had to return home.
He went to the store, wanted to look at the paper at least from a distance, stood at the entrance ... and did not enter. It will be quite painful. The heart can't take it.
I rode the bus and swore softly - I was gaining courage: I had an explanation with my wife.
It's... I lost money. At the same time, his snub-nosed nose turned white. Fifty rubles.
The wife's jaw dropped. She blinked; a pleading expression appeared on his face: maybe he is joking? No, this bald well (Crank was not bald in a rural way) would not dare to joke like that. She stupidly asked:
Here he involuntarily chuckled.
When they lose, then, as a rule ...
Well, no-no!! roared the wife. - You won't be grinning now! And she ran for the catch. - Nine months, well!
The weirdo grabbed a pillow from the bed - to reflect the blows.
They circled the room...
Nah! Freak!..
You're dirtying the pillow! Wash yourself...
I'll wash it! I'll wash it, bald man! And my two ribs will be! My! My! My!..
Hands down, fool!
Ott-shades-short! .. From-shadows-baldheads! ..
Hands, scarecrow! I won’t get to my brother and sit on the ballot! It's worse for you!
You're worse off!
Well, it will!
No, no, let me have fun. Let me take my darling away, you bald well ...
Well, you will!
The wife dropped her grip, sat down on a stool and wept.
She took care of it, she took care of it ... she put it aside for a penny ... You are a well, a well! .. You should choke on this money.
Thank you for your kind words, - Chudik whispered "poisonously".
Where was something - can you remember? Maybe he went where?
Didn't go anywhere...
Maybe he drank beer in a teahouse with alcoholics? .. Remember. Maybe he dropped it on the floor?
Yes, I did not go to the tea room!
Where could you have lost them?
The dude stared gloomily at the floor.
Well, now you’ll drink some chitushka after the bath, you’ll drink ... Get out - raw water from the well!
I need her, your chitushka. I can do without her...
You will be skinny!
Am I going to my brother?
Another fifty rubles were withdrawn from the book.
The eccentric, killed by his insignificance, which his wife explained to him, was traveling on a train. But gradually the bitterness passed.
Forests, copses, villages flashed past the window ... Different people entered and left, different stories were told ...
The weirdo also told one thing to some intelligent comrade, when they were standing in the vestibule, smoking.
We also have a fool in the neighboring village ... He grabbed a firebrand - and fetched his mother. Drunk. She runs away from him and screams: "Hands, screaming, don't burn your hands, son!" He also cares about him. And he is rushing, a drunken mug. To mother. Imagine how rude, tactless...
Did you come up with it yourself? - the intelligent comrade asked sternly, looking at Chudik over his glasses.
What for? - he did not understand. - We have, across the river, the village of Ramenskoye ...
The intelligent comrade turned to the window and said no more.
After the train Chudik still had to fly a local plane. He used to fly once. For a long time. I got on the plane not without shyness.
Doesn't it spoil anything? - asked the stewardess.
What goes wrong in it?
You never know ... There are probably five different bolts here. One thread will break - and with greetings. How much is usually collected from a person? Two or three kilos?
Don't talk. They took off.
Next to Chudik sat a fat citizen with a newspaper. The weirdo tried to talk to him.
And breakfast healed, - he said.
They feed on the planes.
Fatty was silent on this.
The dude started looking down.
Mountains of clouds below.
That's interesting, - Chudik spoke again, - five kilometers below us, right? And I - at least henna. I'm not surprised. And now in my mind I measured five kilometers from my house, put it on my priest - it will be up to the apiary!
Early in the morning Chudik walked through the village with a suitcase.
To my brother, closer to Moscow! He answered the question of where he was going.
Far away, weirdo?
To my brother, rest. Gotta scurry around.
At the same time, his round, fleshy face, his round eyes expressed an extremely careless attitude towards long-distance roads - they did not frighten him.
But my brother was still far away.
So far, he has safely reached the district town, where he was to take a ticket and board the train.
There was plenty of time left. The weirdo decided to buy sweets and gingerbread gifts for the tribes for now...
Went to the grocery store, got in line. In front of him stood a man in a hat, and in front of the hat was a plump woman with painted lips. The woman said softly, quickly, passionately to the hat:
Imagine how rude, tactless a person must be! He has sclerosis, well, he has had sclerosis for seven years, but no one suggested that he retire.
And this week without a year leads the team - and already: "Maybe you, Alexander Semenych, would be better off in retirement?" Nah-hal!
The hat agreed:
Yes, yes... They are like that now. Think - sclerosis! And Sumbatych? And this one, how is it? ..
The weirdo respected the city people. Not all, though: he did not respect hooligans and sellers. I was afraid.
It was his turn. He bought sweets, gingerbread, three bars of chocolate and stepped aside to put everything in a suitcase. He opened the suitcase on the floor and began to pack it... He glanced at the floor for some reason, and at the counter, where the queue was, a fifty-ruble piece of paper lay at the feet of people. A kind of green fool, lying to herself, no one sees her ... The weirdo even trembled with joy, his eyes flared up. In a hurry, so that someone would not get ahead of him, he quickly began to think about how it would be more cheerful, witty to say in line about a piece of paper.
Live well, citizens! - He said loudly and cheerfully.
They looked back at him.
We, for example, do not throw such pieces of paper.
This is where everyone got a little excited. This is not a triple, not a five - fifty rubles, you have to work for half a month. But the owner of the paper - no.
"Probably the one with the hat," said Freak to himself.
We decided to put the paper in a conspicuous place, on the counter.
Someone will come running now, - the saleswoman said.
The weirdo left the store in a very pleasant mood. Everyone thought how easy it was for him, how fun it turned out:
"We, for example, do not throw such pieces of paper!"
All of a sudden, he felt as if he was engulfed in heat: he remembered that exactly such a piece of paper and another twenty-five rubles had been given to him in the savings bank at home. He just exchanged a twenty-five-ruble note, a fifty-ruble note should be in his pocket ... He put it in his pocket - no. Here and there, no.
Mine was a piece of paper! - Chudik said loudly. - Your mother so-and-so! .. My piece of paper! Infection, infection...
Under the heart even somehow rang with grief. The first impulse was to go and say:
Citizens, my paper is something. I got two of them at the savings bank: one twenty-five rubles, the other half a hundred. One, twenty-five rubles, now exchanged, and the other - no.
But as soon as he imagined how he would stun everyone with this statement of his, as many would think: "Of course, since the owner was not found, he decided to pocket it." No, do not overpower yourself - do not reach out for this damned piece of paper. Might as well not give up...
Why am I like this? - Chudik argued bitterly. - What now?..
I had to return home.
He went to the store, wanted to look at the paper at least from a distance, stood at the entrance ... and did not enter. It will be quite painful. The heart can't take it.
I rode the bus and swore softly - I was gaining courage: I had an explanation with my wife.
It's... I lost money. At the same time, his snub-nosed nose turned white. Fifty rubles.
The wife's jaw dropped. She blinked; a pleading expression appeared on his face: maybe he is joking? No, this bald well (Crank was not bald in a rural way) would not dare to joke like that. She stupidly asked:
Here he involuntarily chuckled.
When they lose, then, as a rule ...
Well, no-no!! roared the wife. - You won't be grinning now! And she ran for the catch. - Nine months, well!
The weirdo grabbed a pillow from the bed - to reflect the blows.
They circled the room...
Nah! Freak!..
You're dirtying the pillow! Wash yourself...
I'll wash it! I'll wash it, bald man! And my two ribs will be! My! My! My!..
Hands down, fool!
Ott-shades-short! .. From-shadows-baldheads! ..
Hands, scarecrow! I won’t get to my brother and sit on the ballot! It's worse for you!
You're worse off!
Well, it will!
No, no, let me have fun. Let me take my darling away, you bald well ...
Well, you will!
The wife dropped her grip, sat down on a stool and wept.
She took care of it, she took care of it ... she put it aside for a penny ... You are a well, a well! .. You should choke on this money.
Thank you for your kind words, - Chudik whispered "poisonously".
Where was something - can you remember? Maybe he went where?
Didn't go anywhere...
Maybe he drank beer in a teahouse with alcoholics? .. Remember. Maybe he dropped it on the floor?
Yes, I did not go to the tea room!
Where could you have lost them?
The dude stared gloomily at the floor.
Well, now you’ll drink some chitushka after the bath, you’ll drink ... Get out - raw water from the well!
I need her, your chitushka. I can do without her...
You will be skinny!
Am I going to my brother?
Another fifty rubles were withdrawn from the book.
The eccentric, killed by his insignificance, which his wife explained to him, was traveling on a train. But gradually the bitterness passed.
Forests, copses, villages flashed past the window ... Different people entered and left, different stories were told ...
The weirdo also told one thing to some intelligent comrade, when they were standing in the vestibule, smoking.
We also have a fool in the neighboring village ... He grabbed a firebrand - and fetched his mother. Drunk. She runs away from him and screams: "Hands, screaming, don't burn your hands, son!" He also cares about him. And he is rushing, a drunken mug. To mother. Imagine how rude, tactless...
Did you come up with it yourself? - the intelligent comrade asked sternly, looking at Chudik over his glasses.
What for? - he did not understand. - We have, across the river, the village of Ramenskoye ...
The intelligent comrade turned to the window and said no more.
After the train Chudik still had to fly a local plane. He used to fly once. For a long time. I got on the plane not without shyness.
Doesn't it spoil anything? - asked the stewardess.
What goes wrong in it?
You never know ... There are probably five different bolts here. One thread will break - and with greetings. How much is usually collected from a person? Two or three kilos?
Don't talk. They took off.
Next to Chudik sat a fat citizen with a newspaper. The weirdo tried to talk to him.
And breakfast healed, - he said.
They feed on the planes.
Fatty was silent on this.
The dude started looking down.
Mountains of clouds below.
That's interesting, - Chudik spoke again, - five kilometers below us, right? And I - at least henna. I'm not surprised. And now in my mind I measured five kilometers from my house, put it on my priest - it will be up to the apiary!
The plane shook.
Here's a man! .. He came up with the same, - he also said to a neighbor. He looked at him, again did not say anything, rustled with a newspaper.
Buckle up! said the pretty young woman. - I'm going to land.
The weirdo obediently buckled his belt. And the neighbor - zero attention. The weirdo gently touched him:
They tell you to fasten the belt.
Nothing, said the neighbor. He put down the newspaper, leaned back in his seat and said, as if remembering something: - Children are the flowers of life, they should be planted with their heads down.
Heroes of stories by V.M. Shukshina are very incomprehensible people who cause pity and tenderness with their naivety, kindness and spontaneity. There are 3 stories in the collection Strange People:
"Freak"
The character of the story "Freak" is a simple-minded village peasant who gathered in the city to visit his brother. He is unlucky, slow-witted and cannot stand up for himself in life. His brother's wife did not like him already because he came. Wanting to appease the absurd woman, he began to paint his niece's stroller with flowers, thinking about how delighted the daughter-in-law would be. But for some reason, the daughter-in-law is not happy, and demands from her husband that his brother's leg should not be in their house. The unlucky guest goes home, rejoicing that he is returning to his usual way of life, where there is neither anger nor pretense.
"Mil pardon, madam"
The hero of the story "Mil's pardon, madam", Bronka, has a fixed idea: he tells each of his new acquaintances about how he almost shot Hitler during the war. According to his version, he was an agent who was thrown into the enemy headquarters in order to rid humanity of fascism, but he missed at the most crucial moment, and therefore the war went on for four long years. When he told this, he always cried, because he was ashamed that he did not follow the order properly. The reader can only guess that during the war it was Bronka's unfulfilled dream - to kill Hitler, thereby destroying all evil on earth.
"Thoughts"
The story of "Duma" about how a village boy named Kolka suffers from the pains of creativity. He seems strange to the villagers - he thinks about something all the time, carves figures out of wood, is in no hurry to get married, is in no hurry to join the everyday life in which each of them lives. Kolka is trying to cut out the figure of Stenka Razin, and everyone does not understand why he needs this empty fun. One day, an old resident of the village, Matvey, called Kolka for a conversation and realized that the figure of Razin was an attempt by a person to comprehend the historical event associated with this person. And the grandfather advises the guy to give up on everyone who laughs at him, and continue his work.
Shukshin's strange people are individuals with a fine mental organization that do not fit into the framework of average ideas and stereotypical judgments.
Picture or drawing Strange people
Other retellings and reviews for the reader's diary
- Summary Notes from Dostoevsky's Underground
- Summary of Gromov Sugar Child
A little girl named Stella lived in a beautiful apartment with her mom and dad. Parents always found time for the child, played with the girl, sang songs, and told her stories.
- Summary of Virgil Aeneid
In the time of heroes, the gods descended from heaven to earthly women in order to give birth to real men from them. Goddesses are another matter; they rarely gave birth to mortals. However, Aeneas, the hero of the novel, was born from the goddess Aphrodite and endowed with true power.
- Summary of the opera Weber's Free Gunner
The feast of the shooters has come. The villagers began to congratulate the winner of the competition, Kilian. A huntsman named Max could not hit the target even once and became a laughingstock. From anger, Max climbs with fists to Kilian
- Summary Preusler Little water
The mill waterman, returning to his house nestled at the very bottom of the pond near the mill, was very surprised by the silence and order that was created in his walls plastered with fresh silt
Vasily Shukshin, story "I believe!" - summary
A terrible longing rolls over Maxim Yarikov on Sundays - he does not want to live. Luda's unkind, rude wife does not understand and does not feel sorry for him. One day, in this state, Maxim goes to unwind to a neighbor, Ilya Lapshin, who is visiting a relative - a priest.
Pop, a large man with huge hands, regales Maxim with alcohol and drinks it himself in large piles. While drinking, he reads to the contrite Yarikov a wise teaching that without evil in the world a person would not be aware of the good, that without torment there would be no bliss. Life, according to the priest, must be accepted in all its manifestations (“Live, my son, cry and dance.”) Outwardly, the buffoonish speech of the priest contains a deep meaning. Pouring himself and Maxim more and more new piles, the priest at the end invites him to pray. Both of them get up. The pop begins to dance in a squat, singing ditties with the chorus "I believe, I believe!" Behind him starts dancing and Maxim. The scene of this "rejoicing", where joy and pain, love and rage, despair and inspiration, is combined - and Shukshin's story ends.
Vasily Shukshin
Vasily Shukshin, the story "Wolves" - a summary
Ivan Degtyarev and his tedious and cunning father-in-law Naum Krechetov go from the village to the forest for firewood. On the way, on the mountain, they suddenly meet five hungry wolves. The wolves rush to catch up with them. Naum turns his horse around and shouts “Rob-ut!” takes off running. Ivan's horse lingers a little and lags behind. The wolves quickly approach Degtyarev and his horse. Ivan faces certain death.
Both axes are in the father-in-law's sleigh. With their help, you can fight off the wolves, but Naum, not caring about his son-in-law, is in a hurry to save only his own life. Finally responding to Ivan's loud cries, Krechetov throws one ax on the side of the road. Ivan jumps out of the sleigh and grabs him. The wolves at this time catch up and tear apart his horse, but the man with the ax, having had enough, does not touch.
Leaving them on foot, Ivan meets his father-in-law around the corner, who threw him to be torn to pieces by wolves. In his hearts, he wants to beat this traitor, so that here, in the forest, he can beat off his rage and then not tell anyone about what happened. However, the father-in-law, whipping the horse, leaves for the village. Returning home, Ivan drinks a glass of vodka and goes to Naum to sort things out. Father-in-law, mother-in-law and wife are already waiting for him with a policeman, who, for Ivan's benefit, puts him in a village jail for the night, to be released in the morning when he calms down.
Vasily Shukshin, the story "A strong man" - briefly
A new warehouse is being built on the Gigant collective farm, transporting barrels and cement from the old one - a seventeenth-century church long closed by the Bolshevik fighters for atheism. The zealous collective farm foreman Kolya Shurygin, a strong, healthy drinker, decides to break down the vacated church in order to put its bricks on the pigsty. Shurygin believes that in this way he will distinguish himself in front of his superiors and leave a long memory in the village.
When the “strong man” drives three tractors to the church, the whole village runs with indignant exclamations. However, the cries of fellow countrymen only excite Shurygin not to yield. The temple collapses under the roar of tractor engines.
In the evening, the neighboring women curse the "devil" Shurygin. The saleswoman in the general store threatens to “give him a kumpol with a weight.” Kolya is scolded by his mother. The wife, without preparing dinner, leaves the house for her neighbors. The narrow-minded foreman is already convinced himself: the church masonry made by the ancestors to the conscience cannot be broken for a pigsty. Her bricks are destined to overgrow with nettles. Dissatisfied Shurygin, having drunk a bottle of vodka in the evening, gets on a motorcycle and, singing a ditty, rides in the middle of the night to a neighboring village - to continue drinking with the chairman of the collective farm.
Vasily Shukshin, the story "Master" - a summary
Syomka Rys, an unsurpassed rural carpenter, is delighted with the beauty of an old church in the neighboring village of Talitsa. This church has long been closed and devastated by the communists, but Syomka dreams of reviving it. Ready to work with his own hands, the master addresses the plan of restoring the temple to the priest in the neighboring district center, and then to the metropolitan. But in Soviet conditions, they cannot help him. Religion-hostile Communists agree to rebuild churches only occasionally, and only to propagate their pseudo-liberalism.
The Metropolitan advises Syomka to try his luck and apply to the regional executive committee. The master is answered there that the Talitsky temple "as a monument of architecture is of no value." Frustrated, Syomka never talks about his beloved church with anyone else, and when driving by, he tries not to look in her direction.
Vasily Shukshin, the story "Microscope" - a summary
A poorly educated carpenter Andrei Erin, having a strong craving for science inside, dreams of buying himself a microscope. Andrei does not have free money for this, but he decides to deceive his wife and tells her that he accidentally lost the 120 rubles taken from the book. Having heroically endured a strong scandal with his wife and even her beatings with a frying pan, Yerin buys a microscope a few days later and brings it home. He assures his wife that he was awarded this device for success at work.
Vasily Shukshin "Microscope". Video
Forgetting about everything in the world, Andrey spends all his free time at the microscope, trying to see microbes in water droplets. He is overwhelmed by the dream of finding a way to exterminate harmful microorganisms so that a person does not “stretch his legs” at 60-70 years old, but lives up to 150. Andrei tries to pierce microbes with a needle, destroy them with electric current. But the original experiments are put to a sudden end by a visit to his home by a colleague, Sergei Kulikov, who lets slip to Erin's wife that they were not given any bonuses for labor success. The wife guesses where the 120 "lost" rubles have gone, and takes the microscope to the commission shop.
Vasily Shukshin, the story "Mil's sorry, madam" - a summary
Dreamer Bronka Pupkov, a fan of repeating the saying “Miles sorry, madam!”, loves more than anything to tell a fictional story about how during the war he entered the bunker of Adolf Hitler himself, shot at him, but, unfortunately, missed. With this story, Bronka surprises the townspeople who come to rest in his village, who are specially invited to be escorted during forest walks.
Bronka narrates his fiction with extraordinary artistry. During the story, he changes. His eyes light up, his voice breaks. When it comes to a tragic blunder, Bronka's face is covered with tears.
Episode from the film based on the stories of Vasily Shukshin "Strange People" (1969). Bronka Pupkov's story about the assassination attempt on Hitler. In the role of Bronka - People's Artist of the USSR Evgeny Lebedev
The villagers roll over him with laughter. For lying, Bronka was conscienced several times in the village council. But the inspirational upsurge, sincerely experienced by him during the story of the "assassination attempt", is so vivid that he cannot refrain from repeating the same fictional story to new listeners.
Vasily Shukshin, the story "Letter" - a summary
The old woman Kandaurova (Kuzmovna) has a “terrible” dream: as if she is fervently praying to an empty corner without an icon. Waking up, she goes to the local dream interpreter, grandmother Ilyichkha. Upon learning that Kuzmovna keeps her icon not on the wall, but in a closet so that the party son-in-law who comes to visit her with her daughter does not see her, Ilyichkha reprimands her severely. After a slight quarrel with Ilyichkha, Kandaurova returns home thinking about her daughter and her unsociable, silent husband.
In the evening she sits down to write a letter to them. During this lesson, in the silence of the evening, to the sounds of a distant accordion, Kuzmovna recalls how, in her distant youth, Vaska Kandaurov invited her to marry him at a neighbor's back street. The whole difficult, but also such a unique life passes before Kuzmovna's eyes. Just one more time from the very beginning, she thinks, crying a little.
Vasily Shukshin, the story "Boots" - a summary
The driver Sergey Dukhanin, during a trip to the city for spare parts, notices beautiful women's boots in the store. They are expensive - 65 rubles, but Sergey suddenly awakens the desire to make a gift to his wife Claudia. He doesn’t know exactly what size her shoes are, but the craving to show tenderness and kindness to a loved one overwhelms everything. Dukhanin buys boots.
Arriving home in the evening, he shows the gift to his wife and daughters. While they are examining him with gasps and groans, Sergey's hands are shaking: the purchase price for his salary is very high. Claudia starts trying on boots - and they turn out to be small for her. Despite this bad luck, the evening in the family is held in a special way: Sergey's act creates a special atmosphere of warmth.
Vasily Shukshin, the story "The Strong Go Further" - a summary
The bachelor Mitka Ermakov, who lives in a village near Lake Baikal, is a village joker and dreamer typical of Shukshin’s stories, completely mired in his own fantasies. He wants to find a way to become respected, famous and loved by women - for example, to discover a cure for cancer.
One stormy autumn day, Mitka sees a crowd of city "bespectacled men" admiring the raging Baikal from the shore. The majestic view of the storm leads the townspeople to philosophical reflections, such as the fact that in the “worldly storm the strong go further”, those who row farther from the coast survive longer than others.
Mitka listens to the intelligentsia's "idle talk" with slight contempt. However, among the townspeople, he notices a beautiful woman and decides to show her how those “strong ones” look with their own eyes. Throwing off his clothes right in the autumn cold, Mitka throws himself into the icy Baikal water and swims beautifully among the high waves. But one of them covers him with his head. When trying to swim out, Mitka shamefully loses his panties in the water and begins to drown.
Two "bespectacled" jump into the water and save him. Mitka is barely pumped out on the shore by artificial respiration. Having come to his senses and realizing that he is lying without panties in front of the very woman, he instantly jumps up and runs away. The townspeople laugh, and the incorrigible Mitka now begins to dream of inventing a machine for printing money and continues to chip away new jokes.
Vladimir Vysotsky. In memory of Vasily Shukshin
Vasily Shukshin, the story "Cut off" - briefly
Two pilots, one colonel, a correspondent, a doctor left the village of Novaya ... In Novaya they are proud of eminent countrymen, but they also feel some jealousy for their merits. During the visits of noble people to their homeland, fellow villagers often try to bring down their arrogance, to make it clear that those who remained in the village are also not born with a bastard!
Gleb Kapustin, a villager who loves to read newspapers and watch TV, has a special talent for deftly “hooking” and “cutting off” prominent city fellow countrymen in table conversations. Vasily Shukshin describes Kapustin's "scientific" conversation with Konstantin Ivanovich, Candidate of Sciences, who came to visit his mother. Gleb successfully contrasts urban education with rural ingenuity. Starting the conversation with "the primacy of spirit and matter", he then translates it to "the problem of shamanism in certain regions of Siberia" and to a way to establish contact with intelligent beings that may exist on the moon. With skillful questions, Kapustin puts the visiting candidate into a complete dead end - to the great pleasure of the peasants who have gathered to listen to the "dispute". Afterwards, stories about how the “short” Gleb “cut off” a noble citizen go around the village for a long time. The dialogue between Kapustin and Konstantin Ivanovich in Shukshin's story is distinguished by unforgettable wit.
Vasily Shukshin, the story "The owner of the bath and garden" - a summary
Shukshin's sketch of village customs. A conversation between two men in a village mound. One came to bathe in another bath, because he was repairing his own. The owner of the bath begins to imagine how his wife and neighbors will bury him when he dies. The conversation gradually turns to the characters and life of fellow villagers, then to money - and ends in a scandal. The owner of the bathhouse claims that the interlocutor's son is stealing carrots from his garden. The second man, in response, calls him "kurkul" and refuses to bathe in his bathhouse.
Vasily Shukshin "Cherednichenko and the Circus" - briefly
40-year-old Soviet employee Cherednichenko has a good salary, a house made of larch and graduates in absentia from an agricultural institute, which promises further career growth. Cherednichenko feels himself the master of life in everything, except for one thing: he still does not have a wife.
Arriving to rest in the southern resort, he notices a brave acrobat Eve in the circus there. Cherednichenko takes a glass of wine for courage and goes to propose to her. He describes in detail to Eve his solid financial position, tempting job prospects, advises the acrobat to quit the corrupted artistic bohemia and start with him "a morally and physically healthy life." Eva, at first perplexed, but then smiling, promises to give him an answer the next day in a note handed over to the circus attendant.
Cherednichenko feels proud of how famously he manages with the ladies. But upon returning home, doubts begin to overwhelm him. Is Eva a worthy party? After all, it is possible that earlier she went through with familiar circus performers all the depths of the fall of female morality, and he, without finding out anything about it, flew off to woo! With mixed feelings, Cherednichenko goes the next day for Eva's note - and unexpectedly reads the advice "to be smarter at forty years old" there. Slightly hurt by the ridicule of the circus performer, but also relieved from yesterday's heavy hesitation, Cherednichenko drinks a glass of wine in a stall and sits down to whistle the Amur Waves waltz on the bench.
Vasily Shukshin, the story "Freak" - briefly
The strange, frivolous village projectionist Vasily, for his special gift for constantly getting into unpleasant stories, is called Chudik by his fellow villagers and his wife. Deciding to go from Siberia to his brother in the Urals, Vasily first loses a large sum in the store (50 rubles), then almost dies in a plane accident and tries to send a playful, loving telegram to his wife from the airport. The wife of Chudik's brother, the city barmaid, is not happy about the arrival of a village relative. To appease her, Vasily paints a baby carriage in his brother's apartment with cranes and cockerels. But the squeamish daughter-in-law does not understand "folk art" and kicks Chudik out of the house. Not too upset, he returns back many hundreds of kilometers and runs barefoot from the bus home with a cheerful song.
Vasily Shukshin
Vasily Shukshin, the story "Wider step, maestro" - summary
The young doctor Nikolai Solodovnikov, recently transferred from the institute to the rural outback, is full of young hopes for his future creative work, rapid career growth, and important scientific discoveries. The coming spring also lifts Solodovnikov's mood. He looks with slight irony at how his boss, the good-natured head physician Anna Afanasievna, is no longer busy with medical activities, but with obtaining medicines, sheet iron and heating batteries for the hospital. Filled with ambitious plans, Solodovnikov is sure that his work in the countryside is only the first step in a much more brilliant professional biography. With all his soul rushing to her, he mentally encourages himself: “Wider step, maestro!”
However, rural life takes its toll, returns from lofty dreams to everyday prose. Shukshin describes in his story one working day of the doctor Solodovnikov. On this day, he has to ride a horse to a neighboring village for sheet iron, have a little quarrel with one peasant because of an armful of hay, talk with the director of the state farm about the difficulties of entering the medical institute, reprimand the storekeeper who is extorting a hangover and return to the hospital very tired. Shukshin shows that out of these seemingly petty worries, a labor existence is formed that gives life no less vivid meaning than academic degrees, departments, professorships and scientific honor.
Shukshin Vasily
Weird people
Vasily Shukshin
Weird people
Early in the morning Chudik walked through the village with a suitcase.
To my brother, closer to Moscow! He answered the question of where he was going.
Far away, weirdo?
To my brother, rest. Gotta scurry around.
At the same time, his round, fleshy face, his round eyes expressed an extremely careless attitude towards long-distance roads - they did not frighten him.
But my brother was still far away.
So far, he has safely reached the district town, where he was to take a ticket and board the train.
There was plenty of time left. The weirdo decided to buy sweets and gingerbread gifts for the tribes for now...
Went to the grocery store, got in line. In front of him stood a man in a hat, and in front of the hat was a plump woman with painted lips. The woman said softly, quickly, passionately to the hat:
Imagine how rude, tactless a person must be! He has sclerosis, well, he has had sclerosis for seven years, but no one suggested that he retire.
And this week without a year leads the team - and already: "Maybe you, Alexander Semenych, would be better off in retirement?" Nah-hal!
The hat agreed:
Yes, yes... They are like that now. Think - sclerosis! And Sumbatych? And this one, how is it? ..
The weirdo respected the city people. Not all, though: he did not respect hooligans and sellers. I was afraid.
It was his turn. He bought sweets, gingerbread, three bars of chocolate and stepped aside to put everything in a suitcase. He opened the suitcase on the floor and began to pack it... He glanced at the floor for some reason, and at the counter, where the queue was, a fifty-ruble piece of paper lay at the feet of people. A kind of green fool, lying to herself, no one sees her ... The weirdo even trembled with joy, his eyes flared up. In a hurry, so that someone would not get ahead of him, he quickly began to think about how it would be more cheerful, witty to say in line about a piece of paper.
Live well, citizens! - He said loudly and cheerfully.
They looked back at him.
We, for example, do not throw such pieces of paper.
This is where everyone got a little excited. This is not a triple, not a five - fifty rubles, you have to work for half a month. But the owner of the paper - no.
"Probably the one with the hat," said Freak to himself.
We decided to put the paper in a conspicuous place, on the counter.
Someone will come running now, - the saleswoman said.
The weirdo left the store in a very pleasant mood. Everyone thought how easy it was for him, how fun it turned out:
"We, for example, do not throw such pieces of paper!"
All of a sudden, he felt as if he was engulfed in heat: he remembered that exactly such a piece of paper and another twenty-five rubles had been given to him in the savings bank at home. He just exchanged a twenty-five-ruble note, a fifty-ruble note should be in his pocket ... He put it in his pocket - no. Here and there, no.
Mine was a piece of paper! - Chudik said loudly. - Your mother so-and-so! .. My piece of paper! Infection, infection...
Under the heart even somehow rang with grief. The first impulse was to go and say:
Citizens, my paper is something. I got two of them at the savings bank: one twenty-five rubles, the other half a hundred. One, twenty-five rubles, now exchanged, and the other - no.
But as soon as he imagined how he would stun everyone with this statement of his, as many would think: "Of course, since the owner was not found, he decided to pocket it." No, do not overpower yourself - do not reach out for this damned piece of paper. Might as well not give up...
Why am I like this? - Chudik argued bitterly. - What now?..
I had to return home.
He went to the store, wanted to look at the paper at least from a distance, stood at the entrance ... and did not enter. It will be quite painful. The heart can't take it.
I rode the bus and swore softly - I was gaining courage: I had an explanation with my wife.
It's... I lost money. At the same time, his snub-nosed nose turned white. Fifty rubles.
The wife's jaw dropped. She blinked; a pleading expression appeared on his face: maybe he is joking? No, this bald well (Crank was not bald in a rural way) would not dare to joke like that. She stupidly asked:
Here he involuntarily chuckled.
When they lose, then, as a rule ...
Well, no-no!! roared the wife. - You won't be grinning now! And she ran for the catch. - Nine months, well!
The weirdo grabbed a pillow from the bed - to reflect the blows.
They circled the room...
Nah! Freak!..
You're dirtying the pillow! Wash yourself...
I'll wash it! I'll wash it, bald man! And my two ribs will be! My! My! My!..
Hands down, fool!
Ott-shades-short! .. From-shadows-baldheads! ..
Hands, scarecrow! I won’t get to my brother and sit on the ballot! It's worse for you!
You're worse off!
Well, it will!
No, no, let me have fun. Let me take my darling away, you bald well ...
Well, you will!
The wife dropped her grip, sat down on a stool and wept.
She took care of it, she took care of it ... she put it aside for a penny ... You are a well, a well! .. You should choke on this money.
Thank you for your kind words, - Chudik whispered "poisonously".
Where was something - can you remember? Maybe he went where?
Didn't go anywhere...
Maybe he drank beer in a teahouse with alcoholics? .. Remember. Maybe he dropped it on the floor?
Yes, I did not go to the tea room!
Where could you have lost them?
The dude stared gloomily at the floor.
Well, now you’ll drink some chitushka after the bath, you’ll drink ... Get out - raw water from the well!
I need her, your chitushka. I can do without her...
You will be skinny!
Am I going to my brother?
Another fifty rubles were withdrawn from the book.
The eccentric, killed by his insignificance, which his wife explained to him, was traveling on a train. But gradually the bitterness passed.
Forests, copses, villages flashed past the window ... Different people entered and left, different stories were told ...
The weirdo also told one thing to some intelligent comrade, when they were standing in the vestibule, smoking.
We also have a fool in the neighboring village ... He grabbed a firebrand - and fetched his mother. Drunk. She runs away from him and screams: "Hands, screaming, don't burn your hands, son!" He also cares about him. And he is rushing, a drunken mug. To mother. Imagine how rude, tactless...
Did you come up with it yourself? - the intelligent comrade asked sternly, looking at Chudik over his glasses.
What for? - he did not understand. - We have, across the river, the village of Ramenskoye ...
The intelligent comrade turned to the window and said no more.
After the train Chudik still had to fly a local plane. He used to fly once. For a long time. I got on the plane not without shyness.
Doesn't it spoil anything? - asked the stewardess.
What goes wrong in it?
You never know ... There are probably five different bolts here. One thread will break - and with greetings. How much is usually collected from a person? Two or three kilos?
Don't talk. They took off.
Next to Chudik sat a fat citizen with a newspaper. The weirdo tried to talk to him.
And breakfast healed, - he said.
They feed on the planes.
Fatty was silent on this.
The dude started looking down.
Mountains of clouds below.
That's interesting, - Chudik spoke again, - five kilometers below us, right? And I - at least henna. I'm not surprised. And now in my mind I measured five kilometers from my house, put it on my priest - it will be up to the apiary!
The plane shook.
Here's a man! .. He came up with the same, - he also said to a neighbor. He looked at him, again did not say anything, rustled with a newspaper.
Buckle up! said the pretty young woman. - I'm going to land.
The weirdo obediently buckled his belt. And the neighbor - zero attention. The weirdo gently touched him:
They tell you to fasten the belt.
Nothing, said the neighbor. He put down the newspaper, leaned back in his seat and said, as if remembering something: - Children are the flowers of life, they should be planted with their heads down.
Like this? - did not understand Chudik.
The reader laughed out loud and did not speak any more.
They quickly began to decline.
Now the earth is at hand, rapidly flying back. And there is no push. As knowledgeable people later explained, the pilot "missed".
Finally - a push, and everyone starts tossing so that they heard a rattling of teeth and a gnashing. This reader with the newspaper took off, butted the Crank with his big head, then kissed the porthole, then found himself on the floor. During all this time, he did not make a single sound. And everyone around was also silent - this amazed the Freak. He was also silent.
The first ones to come to their senses looked out the windows and found that the plane was in a potato field. A gloomy pilot came out of the cockpit and went to the exit. Someone cautiously asked him:
We seem to have sat down in potatoes?
What you don't see yourself, - answered the pilot.
Fear subsided, and the most cheerful already tried to timidly joke.
The bald reader was looking for his artificial jaw. The weirdo unfastened his belt and also began to look.
This?! he exclaimed happily. And he submitted.
The reader's nose even turned purple.
Why is it necessary to grab hands? he shouted lispingly.
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