The Cherry Orchard, about whom the shabby gentleman spoke. Which of the heroes of The Cherry Orchard was called the "shabby gentleman"? Control questions on the story "Ionych"
Gaev. Before what misfortune?
Firs. Before will.
Pause.
Lyubov Andreevna. You know, friends, let's go, it's already evening. (But not.) You have tears in your eyes ... What are you, girl? (Hugs her.)
Anya. That's right, mom. Nothing.
Trofimov. Someone is coming.
showing passerby in a white shabby cap, in a coat; he is slightly drunk.
Passerby. May I ask you, can I go straight to the station here?
Gaev. You can. Follow this road.
Passerby. Thank you very much. (Coughing.) The weather is excellent… (Reciting.) My brother, suffering brother... go out to the Volga, whose groan... (Ware.) Mademoiselle, let the hungry Russian thirty kopecks...
Varya was frightened and screamed.
Lopakhin(angrily). Every ugliness has its decency!
Lyubov Andreevna(taken aback). Take ... here you are ... (Looks in wallet.) There is no silver ... It doesn't matter, here's a gold one for you ...
Passerby. Thank you very much! (Exits.)
Laughter.
Varya(scared). I'll leave... I'll leave... Oh, Mommy, people have nothing to eat at home, and you gave him the golden one.
Lyubov Andreevna. What to do with me, stupid! I will give you everything I have at home. Yermolai Alekseich, give me another loan!...
Lopakhin. I'm listening.
Lyubov Andreevna. Come on, gentlemen, it's time. And then, Varya, we completely wooed you, congratulations.
Varya(through tears). This, Mom, is not a joke.
Lopakhin. Ohmelia, go to the monastery...
Gaev. And my hands are trembling: I haven't played billiards for a long time.
Lopakhin. Ohmelia, O nymph, remember me in your prayers!
Lyubov Andreevna. Come on, gentlemen. Dinner soon.
Varya. He scared me. The heart beats like that.
Lopakhin. I remind you, gentlemen: on August 22, the cherry orchard will be on sale. Think about it!.. Think!..
Everyone leaves except Trofimov and Anya.
Anya(laughing). Thanks to a passerby, I scared Varya, now we are alone.
Trofimov. Varya is afraid, what if we fall in love with each other, and does not leave us for whole days. She, with her narrow head, cannot understand that we are above love. To get around that petty and illusory thing that prevents us from being free and happy - this is the goal and meaning of our life. Forward! We march irresistibly towards the bright star that burns far away! Forward! Keep up, friends!
Anya(clapping hands). How well you speak!
Pause.
It's amazing here today!
Trofimov. Yes, the weather is amazing.
Anya. What have you done to me, Petya, why I no longer love the cherry orchard as before. I loved him so dearly, it seemed to me that there is no better place on earth than our garden.
Trofimov. All Russia is our garden. The earth is great and beautiful, there are many wonderful places on it.
Pause.
Think, Anya: your grandfather, great-grandfather and all your ancestors were serf-owners who owned living souls, and is it possible that human beings do not look at you from every cherry in the garden, from every leaf, from every trunk, do you really not hear voices ... Own living souls - after all, it has reborn all of you who lived before and are living now, so that your mother, you, uncle no longer notice that you live on credit, at someone else's expense, at the expense of those people whom you do not let further than the front ... We are behind in for at least two hundred years, we still have absolutely nothing, we have no definite attitude to the past, we only philosophize, complain of melancholy or drink vodka. After all, it is so clear that in order to begin to live in the present, we must first redeem our past, put an end to it, and it can only be redeemed by suffering, only by extraordinary, uninterrupted labor. Get it, Anya.
Anya. The house in which we live is no longer our home, and I will leave, I give you my word.
Trofimov. If you have the keys to the household, then throw them into the well and leave. Be free like the wind.
Anya(excited). How well you said!
Trofimov. Believe me, Anya, believe me! I am not yet thirty, I am young, I am still a student, but I have already endured so much! Like winter, so I am hungry, sick, anxious, poor, like a beggar, and - where only fate did not drive me, where only I was! And yet my soul was always, at every moment, day and night, full of inexplicable forebodings. I foresee happiness, Anya, I already see it...
Anya(thoughtfully). The moon is rising.
One can hear Epikhodov playing the same sad song on the guitar. The moon is rising. Somewhere near the poplars, Varya is looking for Anya and calls: “Anya! Where are you?"
Trofimov. Yes, the moon is rising.
Pause.
Here it is, happiness, here it comes, coming closer and closer, I can already hear his steps. And if we don't see it, don't recognize it, then what's the trouble? Others will see it!
Again this Varya! (Angrily.) Outrageous!
Anya. Well? Let's go to the river. It's good there.
Trofimov. Let's go.
A curtain
Act Three
Living room, separated by an arch from the hall. The chandelier is on. One can hear the Jewish orchestra playing in the hall, the same one mentioned in the second act. Evening. Grand-rond is dancing in the hall. The voice of Simeonov-Pishchik: "Promenade a une paire!" Go out into the living room: in the first pair Pishchik And Charlotte Ivanovna, in the second - Trofimov And Lyubov Andreevna, in the third Anya With postal official, in the fourth - Varya With station master etc. Varya is crying softly and, dancing, wipes away her tears. In the last couple Dunyasha. They walk through the living room. Pishchik shouts: "Grand-rond, balancez!" and "Les cavaliers a genoux et remerciez vos dames!"
Firs in a tailcoat carries seltzer water on a tray. Entering the living room Pishchik And Trofimov.
Pishchik. I am full-blooded, I have already had a blow twice, it is difficult to dance, but, as they say, I got into a flock, bark not bark, but wag your tail. My health is like a horse. My late parent, a joker, the kingdom of heaven, spoke about our origin as if our ancient family of Simeonov-Pishchikov descended from the same horse that Caligula planted in the Senate ... (Sits down.) But here's the problem: no money! A hungry dog believes only in meat... (Snores and wakes up immediately.) So I ... I can only about money ...
Trofimov. And you really have something equine in your figure.
Pishchik. Well... a horse is a good beast... a horse can be sold...
You can hear billiards playing in the next room.
In the hall under the arch is shown Varya.
Trofimov(teasing). Madame Lopakhina! Madame Lopakhina!
Varya(angrily). Wretched bard!
Trofimov. Yes, I'm a shabby gentleman and I'm proud of it!
Varya(in bitter thought). They hired musicians, but how to pay? (Exits.)
Trofimov(Pishchiku). If the energy that you spent your whole life looking for money to pay interest were spent on something else, then perhaps in the end you could turn the earth.
Pishchik. Nietzsche... the philosopher... the greatest, most famous... man of enormous intelligence, says in his writings that it is possible to make counterfeit papers.
Trofimov. Have you read Nietzsche?
Pishchik. Well... Dashenka told me. And now I’m in such a position that at least make fake papers ... The day after tomorrow, three hundred and ten rubles to pay ... I already got one hundred and thirty ... (He feels his pockets, anxiously.) The money is gone! Lost money! (Through tears.) Where's the money? (Joyfully). Here they are, behind the lining... I even got sweaty...
Enter Lyubov Andreevna And Charlotte Ivanovna.
Lyubov Andreevna(sings lezginka). Why is Leonidas gone so long? What is he doing in the city? (Dunyasha.) Dunyasha, offer the musicians some tea...
Trofimov. Bidding did not take place, in all likelihood.
Lyubov Andreevna. And the musicians came inopportunely, and we started the ball inopportunely ... Well, nothing ... (Sits down and hums softly.)
Charlotte(gives Pischik a deck of cards). Here's a deck of cards, think of one card.
Pishchik. Thought.
Charlotte. Shuffle the deck now. Very good. Give it here, oh my dear Mr. Pishchik. Ein, zwei, drei! Now look, it's in your side pocket...
Pishchik(pulls out card from side pocket). Eight of spades, absolutely right! (Surprised.) You think!
Charlotte(holds a deck of cards in the palm of his hand, Trofimova). Tell me quickly, which card is on top?
Trofimov. Well? Well, the lady of spades.
Charlotte. Eat! (Pishchik.) Well? Which card is on top?
Pishchik. Ace of hearts.
Charlotte. Eat!.. (He hits his palm, the deck of cards disappears.) And what good weather today!
station master(applause). Lady ventriloquist, bravo!
Pishchik(surprised). You think! The most charming Charlotte Ivanovna... I am simply in love...
Charlotte. In love? (Shrugging.) Can you love? Guter Mensch, aberschlechter Musikant.
Trofimov(pats Pishchik on the shoulder). You are a horse...
Charlotte. I beg your attention, one more trick. (Takes a blanket from a chair.) Here is a very good blanket, I want to sell ... (Shakes.) Does anyone want to buy?
Pishchik(surprised). You think!
Charlotte. Ein, zwei, drei! (Quickly picks up the lowered blanket.)
Anya is standing behind the blanket; she curtsies, runs to her mother, embraces her and runs back into the hall with general delight.
Lyubov Andreevna(applause). Bravo, bravo!
Charlotte. Now more! Ein, zwei, drei.
Raises the blanket; Varya stands behind the rug and bows.
Pishchik(surprised). You think!
Charlotte. End! (Throws a blanket at Pishchik, makes a curtsy and runs into the hall.)
Pishchik(hurries after her). The villainess... what? What? (Exits.)
Lyubov Andreevna. But Leonidas is still missing. What he's been doing in the city for so long, I don't understand! After all, everything is already over there, the estate has been sold or the auction has not taken place, why keep it in the dark for so long!
Varya(trying to comfort her). My uncle bought it, I'm sure of it.
Trofimov(mockingly). Yes.
Varya. Grandmother sent him a power of attorney to buy in her name with the transfer of the debt. This is for Anya. And I'm sure God will help, uncle will buy.
Lyubov Andreevna. The Yaroslavl grandmother sent fifteen thousand to buy the estate in her name - she does not believe us - and this money would not even be enough to pay the interest. (He covers his face with his hands.) Today my fate is decided, fate ...
Trofimov(teasing Varya). Madame Lopakhina!
Varya(angrily). Eternal student! I've been fired from the university twice already.
Lyubov Andreevna. Why are you angry, Varya? He teases you with Lopakhin, so what? If you want, marry Lopakhin, he is a good, interesting person. If you don't want to, don't come out; you, darling, no one captivates ...
Varya. I look at this matter seriously, Mommy, I must speak frankly. He is a good person, I like him.
Lyubov Andreevna. And get out. What to expect, I do not understand!
Varya. Mommy, I can't propose to him myself. For two years now, everyone has been talking to me about him, everyone is talking, but he is either silent or joking. I understand. He is getting rich, busy with business, he is not up to me. If I had money, at least a little, at least a hundred rubles, I would have thrown everything, I would have gone away. I would go to a monastery.
Trofimov. Grace!
Varya(to Trofimov). The student must be smart! (Soft tone, with tears.) How ugly you have become, Petya, how old you have become! (To Lyubov Andreyevna, no longer crying.) I just can't do nothing, Mom. I have to do something every minute.
Included Yasha.
Yasha(can barely stop laughing). Epikhodov broke the billiard cue!.. (Exits.)
Varya. Why is Epikhodov here? Who let him play billiards? I don't understand these people... (Exits.)
Lyubov Andreevna. Do not tease her, Petya, you see, she is already in grief.
Trofimov. She is very zealous, she pokes her own business. All summer she haunted neither me nor Anya, she was afraid that our romance would not work out. What's her business? And besides, I didn’t show it, I’m so far from vulgarity. We are above love!
Lyubov Andreevna. And I must be below love. (In great anxiety.) Why is there no Leonidas? Just to know: sold the estate or not? The misfortune seems to me so incredible that I somehow don’t even know what to think, I’m at a loss ... I can now shout ... I can do something stupid. Save me, Petya. Say something, say something...
Trofimov. Whether the estate is sold today or not sold, does it matter? It has long been finished with him, there is no turning back, the path is overgrown. Calm down, dear. Do not deceive yourself, you must at least once in your life look the truth straight in the eye.
Lyubov Andreevna. What truth? You can see where the truth is and where the lie is, but I definitely lost my sight, I don’t see anything. You boldly resolve all important issues, but tell me, my dear, is it not because you are young, that you have not had time to suffer through a single one of your questions? You boldly look ahead, and is it not because you do not see and do not expect anything terrible, since life is still hidden from your young eyes? You are bolder, more honest, deeper than us, but think about it, be generous at the tip of your finger, spare me. After all, I was born here, my father and mother lived here, my grandfather, I love this house, I don’t understand my life without a cherry orchard, and if you really need to sell it, then sell me along with the garden ... (Hugs Trofimov, kisses him on the forehead.) After all, my son drowned here ... (Crying.) Have pity on me, good, kind man.
Trofimov. You know, I sympathize with all my heart.
Lyubov Andreevna. But it is necessary to say otherwise, otherwise it must be said ... (Takes out a handkerchief, a telegram falls on the floor.) My heart is heavy today, you can't imagine. It’s noisy here, my soul trembles at every sound, I’m trembling all over, but I can’t go to my room, I’m scared alone in the silence. Don't judge me, Petya... I love you like my own. I would gladly give Anya for you, I swear to you, only, my dear, you have to study, you have to finish the course. You do nothing, only fate throws you from place to place, it's so strange ... Isn't it? Yes? And you need to do something with the beard so that it grows somehow ... (Laughs.) Funny you!
Trofimov(picks up telegram). I don't want to be handsome.
Lyubov Andreevna. This is a telegram from Paris. I receive every day. Both yesterday and today. This wild man fell ill again, it’s not good with him again ... He asks for forgiveness, begs to come, and really I should have gone to Paris, to be near him. You, Petya, have a stern face, but what can I do, my dear, what should I do, he is sick, he is lonely, unhappy, and who will look after him there, who will keep him from making mistakes, who will give him medicine in time? And what is there to hide or be silent, I love him, that's clear. I love, I love... This is a stone on my neck, I go to the bottom with it, but I love this stone and I cannot live without it. (Shakes Trofimov's hand.) Don't think badly, Petya, don't say anything to me, don't say...
Trofimov(through tears). Forgive me for being frank, for God's sake: after all, he robbed you!
Lyubov Andreevna. No, no, no, don't say that... (Closes his ears.)
Trofimov. After all, he is a scoundrel, only you alone do not know this! He's a petty scoundrel, a nonentity...
Lyubov Andreevna(angry but restrained). You are twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, and you are still a second grade schoolboy!
Trofimov. Let be!
Lyubov Andreevna. You have to be a man, at your age you need to understand those who love. And you need to love yourself ... you need to fall in love! (Angrily.) Yes Yes! And you don't have cleanliness, and you're just a neat, funny eccentric, freak...
Trofimov(horrified). What does she say!
Lyubov Andreevna."I am above love!" You are not above love, but simply, as our Firs says, you are a klutz. At your age not to have a mistress! ..
Trofimov(horrified). It's horrible! What does she say?! (He walks quickly into the hall, clutching his head.) It's terrible... I can't, I'll leave... (He leaves, but immediately returns.) It's over between us! (Goes into the hallway.)
Lyubov Andreevna(shouts after). Petya, wait! Funny man, I was joking! Peter!
Someone in the hall is heard quickly going up the stairs and suddenly falls down with a crash. Anya and Varya scream, but laughter is immediately heard.
"Eternal student" is exactly that, one of the heroes of the play "The Cherry Orchard" calls himself the son of a pharmacist Petya Trofimov. His image was originally conceived as positive, he is not attached to anything and is not burdened with worries about the estate. It is its author who gives a unique opportunity to look at all events from the outside and have an unbiased point of view on everything.
Petya is about thirty years old, but he cannot graduate from Moscow University, from which he is expelled for his activities directed against the government. Chekhov portrays this hero as a truthful, disinterested person, not striving for any kind of profit, who refuses to accept the type of life of wealthy nobles. Petya considers himself a free man, based on this theory, he refuses the money offered to him by Lopakhin and also refuses love, "we are above love." He believes that all this can only have power over people with old concepts.
The cherry orchard for Petya bears the imprint of slavery, in which each separately growing tree reminds him of a tortured human being. The wealthy part of the population, according to Trofimov, is obliged to atone for his servants only by exhausting labor. Petya condemns the views of the enterprising businessman Lopakhin for his consumerist attitude towards natural resources.
Trofimov is concerned about the future fate of the intelligentsia, since the part with which he is familiar, in his opinion, does not try to search and is not adapted to anything. Petya wants to be in the front row of those who seek the highest truth. His role is to awaken the consciousness of the younger generation, such as Anya, who absorbs all the ideas of Petya. However, despite all the purity and depth of his thoughts, the author continually interrupts Petya either with the sounds of Epikhodov's guitar or with the clatter of an ax, thus showing that such judgments are still far from being realized.
Yet such a positive hero also has a negative feature of seeing only dirt in everything. Even the businessman Lopakhin admires the expanses of the fields of Russia and its horizons, while Petya speaks only of impurity, including moral impurity, and dreaming about the future does not notice the present.
Trofimov, as the hero of the play, plays a rather comical role. Although he strives to comprehend the highest happiness, he understands that he was not created for him. However, it is on Petya that the author hopes to show others the path to this very happiness, and this makes such a hero indispensable - both in the work and in life.
Essay 2
The image of Petya Trofimov, one of the main ones in the play "The Cherry Orchard". He is the son of an apothecary who is not burdened with any worries and is not attached to anything - a bird of free flight.
But unlike other characters, such as Ranevskaya and Lopakhin, Petya is able to look at what is happening from the outside, and soberly, impartially assess the situation. Anton Pavlovich Chekhov initially conceived of Trofimov as a positive character, but far from unambiguous.
Petya, former teacher of Ranevskaya's son, raznochinets twenty-six years old. Many in the play call him "The Eternal Student", as he has been studying for a long time, but still does not complete a single course. He has quite an interesting appearance and demeanor. He wears glasses and has a habit of philosophizing and teaching everyone around about life. I firmly believe that the nobles were very lazy and now it's time for the youth to take matters into their own hands. He refers himself to the "new" working generation.
As for his life, he wanders a lot. Doesn't stay in one place. In the actions of the play, he lives in the estate of Ranevskaya, namely in the bathhouse, so as not to disturb anyone. Ranevskaya does not like him, saying that at his age it is already worth stopping studying, and it's time to get married. Ranevskaya's daughter Anna, who is madly in love with Petya, also lives on the estate. He believes his every word, and he loves to say it very much, while doing nothing.
It is hard not to notice the ironic attitude of the author and the characters of the play towards Trofimov. No matter how they call him: "Kluttle", "funny freak", "clean", "shabby gentleman". Petya is ugly, untidy and clumsy. He has sparse hair, besides he is absent-minded. His image contrasts greatly with the opinion of him, after his romantic speeches. Although even they have little to do with reality, and speak of an absolute misunderstanding of the life situation.
But nevertheless, it is he who is entrusted with an important role! He is able to show others how to reach his goal. This makes him a unique, irreplaceable character. Although he himself understands that he was not created for happiness and will never reach it.
At the end of the play, he is looking for his forgotten galoshes, betraying the absolute worthlessness of his life, which is only decorated with beautiful words coming from his own lips.
Composition by Petya Trofimov
Those who read Chekhov's The Cherry Orchard should probably remember that one of the characters called himself an "eternal student." And that main character was Petya. It refers to the positive image of the hero. In addition, he never thinks about something to think about or take care of and always lives only for his own pleasure. He looks at everything that happens in the world from the outside and he has his own point of view and his own opinion on everything.
Although the main character is only thirty years old, he is still studying at Moscow University and cannot finish it in any way. And all because he once went against the authorities and now she haunts him. He is constantly plotting something against the authorities and does not allow them to finish their business. Many times he was offered money, but not a single person has yet managed to bribe him. He also believes that if he lives by the old concepts, he will be able to cope with the government. In addition, not a single problem or trouble passes by him, and he always finds himself in different situations.
Many describe him as a poor man who has only one piece of clothing that he wears all the time, and he simply does not have another and cannot buy new ones. But he, therefore, does not complex about it at all, but considers this to be quite normal. It often happens that the hero blames other people for his mistakes, but at the same time he does not feel guilty of anything.
All he can do is translate different texts from different languages. And for this he has to wander from one city to another or even to another country.
The Cherry Orchard means nothing to him, and he would be very glad to get rid of it as soon as possible. After all, it reminds him of slavery.
That's just his attitude towards his beloved girl makes him a negative hero. After all, he loves no one else but himself. He has a huge number of ideas that he could bring to life, but cannot for various reasons, and most often these reasons are simply his unwillingness to change something in his life. But, despite this, he believes that everything will pass soon and better times will come. But no one knows when they will arrive.
1. footman Yasha
3. Trofimova
Whose words are these: “To get around that petty and illusory thing that prevents us from being free and happy - this is the goal and meaning of our life. Forward! We walk irresistibly towards the bright star that burns there in the distance. Forward! Keep up, friends!
2. Trofimova
Whose family, according to his representative, comes from the horse that Caligula introduced into the Senate?
1. Simeonova-Pishchika
2. Lopakhina
Who has the gift of ventriloquism?
1. Simeonov-Pishchik
2. Charlotte Ivanovna
Who says about whom: “That's how, in terms of metabolism, you need a predatory beast that eats everything that comes in its way, so you are needed”?
1. Trofimov about Lopakhin
2. Lopakhin on Trofimov
3. Firs about Gaev
Who owns the words: “Before the misfortune, it was the same: the owl screamed, and the samovar hummed endlessly”?
1. Lopakhin
Whose words are these: “Oh, my dear, my gentle, beautiful garden! .. My life, my youth, my happiness, farewell! .. Farewell! ..”?
2. Ranevskaya
Who owns the words: “My dad was a peasant, an idiot, he didn’t understand anything, he didn’t teach me, but only beat me while drunk ... In fact, I’m the same blockhead and idiot. I didn’t learn anything, my handwriting is bad, I write in such a way that people are ashamed, like a pig”? 1. Lopakhin
2. Simeonov-Pishchik
1. Ranevskaya
3. Charlotte Ivanovna
Who owns the words: “I became anxious, I’m all worried. I was taken to the masters as a girl, now I have lost the habit of a simple life, and now my hands are white, white, like a young lady's. She became tender, so delicate, noble, I'm afraid of everything ... It's so scary. And if you, Yasha, deceive me, then I don’t know what will happen to my nerves?
1. Charlotte Ivanovna
Which of the characters in the play owns the words: “And when my father and mother died, a German lady took me to her and began to teach me. Fine. I grew up, then went to the governess. And where I come from and who I am - I don’t know ... All alone, alone, I don’t have anyone and ... and who I am, why I am, it’s unknown ... ”?
1. Charlotte Ivanovna
Who owns the words about the cherry orchard: “O my garden! After a dark, hateful autumn and a cold winter, you are young again, full of happiness, the angels of heaven have not left you ... If only I could remove a heavy stone from my chest and shoulders, if I could forget my past?
3. Ranevskaya
Which of the characters in The Cherry Orchard owns the words: “Oh, if only all this would pass, if our awkward, unhappy life would somehow change”? 1. Ranevskaya
2. Lopakhin
3. Epikhodov
Who and to whom says: “You have to be a man, at your age you need to understand those who love. And you have to love yourself... “I am higher than love!” You are not above love, but simply, as our Firs says, you are a klutz”?
1. Ranevskaya to Trofimov
2. Varya Epikhodova
3. Charlotte Yashe
Analysis of the poem by I.A. Bunin or the answer to a problematic question based on the story of I.A. Bunin "The Gentleman from San Francisco".
I.A. Bunin
Birds are not visible. Dutifully languishes
The forest, deserted and sick.
Mushrooms are gone, but smells strong
In the ravines with mushroom dampness.
The wilderness has become lower and brighter,
Grass fell in the bushes,
And, smoldering in the autumn rain,
Dark foliage turns black.
And in the field the wind. The day is cold
Gloomy and fresh - and all day long
I wander in the free steppe,
Away from villages and villages.
And, lulled by horseback step,
With joyful sadness I will listen,
Like the wind with a monotonous sound,
Buzzing-singing into the barrels of a gun.
I.A. Bunin
LONELINESS
And the wind, and the rain, and the haze
Above the cold desert water.
Here life died until spring,
Until spring, the gardens are empty.
I am alone at the cottage. I'm dark
Behind the easel, and blowing through the window.
Yesterday you were with me
But you're already sad with me.
In the evening of a rainy day
You seem like a wife to me...
Well, goodbye! Sometime before spring
I will live alone - without a wife ...
Today they go on without end
The same clouds - ridge after ridge.
Your footprint in the rain at the porch
Fluffed up, filled with water.
And it hurts me to look alone
In the late afternoon gray darkness.
I wanted to shout out:
"Come back, I'm related to you!"
But for a woman there is no past:
She fell out of love - and became a stranger to her.
Well! I'll light the fireplace, I'll drink...
It would be nice to buy a dog.
I.A. Bunin
You are a stranger, but you love
You love only me.
You won't forget me
Until the last day.
You are meek and humble
Followed him from the crown.
But you bowed your face
He didn't see the face.
You became a woman with him
But aren't you a girl?
How many in each movement
Simplicity, beauty!
There will be betrayals...
But only once
Shines so shy
Tenderness of loving eyes.
You can't even hide
That you are a stranger to him ...
You won't forget me
Never ever!
I.A. Bunin
THE LAST Bumblebee
Black velvet bumblebee, golden mantle,
Mournfully buzzing with a melodious string,
Why are you flying into human housing
And as if you yearn for me?
Outside the window is light and heat, window sills are bright,
The last days are serene and hot,
Fly, hoot - and in a dried Tatar,
On a red pillow, sleep.
It is not given to you to know human thought,
That the fields have long been empty,
That soon a gloomy wind will blow into the weeds
Golden dry bumblebee!
Appendix to independent work No. 15 " Preparation for a quiz on the work of A.I. Kuprin and I.A. Bunin.
Living room, separated by an arch from the hall. The chandelier is on. A troy orchestra is heard playing in the hall, the same one mentioned in the second act. Evening. Grand-rond is dancing in the hall. The voice of Simeonov-Pishchik: "Promenade a une paire!" They go out into the living room: in the first pair Pishchik and Charlotte Ivanovna, in the second Trofimov and Lyubov Andreevna, in the third Anya with the postal official, in the fourth Varya with the head of the station, etc. Varya is crying softly and, dancing, wipes her tears. In the last pair of Dunyasha. They walk around the living room, Pishchik shouts: “Grand-rond, balancez!” and "Les cavaliers a genoux et remerciez vos dames".
Firs in evening dress carries seltzer water on a tray. Pishchik and Trofimov enter the living room.
Pishchik. I am full-blooded, I have already had a blow twice, it is difficult to dance, but, as they say, I got into a flock, bark not bark, but wag your tail. My health is like a horse. My late parent, a joker, the kingdom of heaven, spoke about our origin as if our ancient family of Simeonov-Pishchikov descended from the same horse that Caligula planted in the Senate ... (Sits down.) But the trouble is: there is no money! A hungry dog believes only in meat... (Snores and wakes up immediately.) So I ... I can only about money ... Trofimov. And you really have something equine in your figure. Pishchik. Well... a horse is a good animal... You can sell a horse...You can hear billiards playing in the next room. Varya appears in the hall under the archway.
Trofimov (teasing). Madame Lopakhina! Madame Lopakhina! Varya (angrily). Wretched bard! Trofimov. Yes, I'm a shabby gentleman and I'm proud of it! Varya (in bitter thought). They hired musicians, but how to pay? (Exits.) Trofimov (to Pishchik). If the energy that you spent your whole life looking for money to pay interest were spent on something else, then perhaps in the end you could turn the earth. Pishchik. Nietzsche... the philosopher... the greatest, most famous... man of enormous intelligence, says in his writings that it is possible to make counterfeit papers. Trofimov. Have you read Nietzsche? Pishchik. Well... Dashenka told me. And now I’m in such a position that at least make fake papers ... The day after tomorrow, three hundred and ten rubles to pay ... I already got one hundred and thirty ... (He feels his pockets, anxiously.) The money is gone! Lost money! (Through tears.) Where is the money? (Joyfully.) Here they are, behind the lining... I even started to sweat...Enter Lyubov Andreevna And Charlotte Ivanovna.
Lyubov Andreevna (sings lezginka). Why is Leonidas gone so long? What is he doing in the city? (Dunyasha.) Dunyasha, offer the musicians tea... Trofimov. Bidding did not take place, in all likelihood. Lyubov Andreevna. And the musicians came inopportunely, and we started the ball inopportunely ... Well, nothing ... (Sits down and hums softly.) Charlotte (gives Pischik a deck of cards). Here's a deck of cards, think of one card. Pishchik. Thought. Charlotte. Shuffle the deck now. Very good. Give it here, oh my dear Mr. Pishchik. Ein, zwei, drei! Now look, it's in your side pocket... Pishchik (pulls out card from side pocket). Eight of spades, absolutely right! (Surprised.) Just think! Charlotte (holds a deck of cards in the palm of his hand, Trofimova). Tell me quickly, which card is on top? Trofimov. Well? Well, the lady of spades. Charlotte. Eat! (to Pishchik.) Well? Which card is on top? Pishchik. Ace of hearts. Charlotte. Eat!.. (He hits his palm, the deck of cards disappears.) And what good weather today!You are so good my ideal...
station master(applause). Lady ventriloquist, bravo! Pishchik (surprised). You think! The most charming Charlotte Ivanovna... I am simply in love... Charlotte. In love? (Shrugging his shoulders.) How can you love? Guter Mensch, aberschlechter Musikant. Trofimov (pats Pishchik on the shoulder). You are a horse... Charlotte. I beg your attention, one more trick. (Takes a blanket from a chair.) Here is a very good blanket, I want to sell ... (Shakes it.) Does anyone want to buy? Charlotte. Ein, zwei, drei! (Quickly picks up the lowered blanket.)Anya is standing behind the blanket; she curtsies, runs to her mother, embraces her and runs back into the hall with general delight.
Lyubov Andreevna(applause). Bravo, bravo! Charlotte. Now more! Ein, zwei, drei!Raises the blanket; Varya stands behind the rug and bows.
Pishchik (surprised). You think! Charlotte. End! (Throws a blanket at Pishchik, makes a curtsy and runs into the hall.) Pishchik (hurries after her). The villain... what? What? (Exits.) Lyubov Andreevna. But Leonidas is still missing. What he's been doing in the city for so long, I don't understand! After all, everything is already over there, the estate has been sold or the auction has not taken place, why keep it in the dark for so long! Varya (trying to comfort her). My uncle bought it, I'm sure of it. Trofimov (mockingly). Yes. Varya . Grandmother sent him a power of attorney to buy in her name with the transfer of the debt. This is for Anya. And I'm sure God will help, uncle will buy. Lyubov Andreevna. The Yaroslavl grandmother sent fifteen thousand to buy the estate in her name, she does not believe us, and this money would not even be enough to pay the interest. (He covers his face with his hands.) Today my fate is decided, fate... Trofimov (teasing Varya). Madame Lopakhina! Varya (angrily). Eternal student! I've been fired from the university twice already. Lyubov Andreevna. Why are you angry, Varya? He teases you with Lopakhin, so what? If you want, marry Lopakhin, he is a good, interesting person. If you don't want to, don't come out; you, darling, no one captivates ... Varya . I look at this matter seriously, Mommy, I must speak frankly. He is a good person, I like him. Lyubov Andreevna. And get out. What to expect, I do not understand! Varya . Mommy, I can't propose to him myself. For two years now, everyone has been talking to me about him, everyone is talking, but he is either silent or joking. I understand. He is getting rich, busy with business, he is not up to me. If I had money, at least a little, at least a hundred rubles, I would have thrown everything, I would have gone away. I would go to a monastery. Trofimov. Grace! Varya (to Trofimov). The student must be smart! (Soft tone, with tears.) How ugly you have become, Petya, how old you have become! (To Lyubov Andreyevna, no longer crying.) I just can't do nothing, Mom. I have to do something every minute.Yasha enters.
Yasha (can barely stop laughing), Epikhodov broke the billiard cue! .. (Leaves.) Varya . Why is Epikhodov here? Who let him play billiards? I don't understand these people... (Leaves.) Lyubov Andreevna. Do not tease her, Petya, you see, she is already in grief. Trofimov. She is very zealous, she pokes her own business. All summer she haunted neither me nor Anya, she was afraid that our romance would not work out. What's her business? And besides, I didn’t show it, I’m so far from vulgarity. We are above love! Lyubov Andreevna. And I must be below love. (In great anxiety.) Why is there no Leonidas? Just to know: sold the estate or not? The misfortune seems to me so unbelievable that I somehow don’t even know what to think, I’m at a loss ... I can shout now ... I can do something stupid. Save me, Petya. Say something, say something... Trofimov. Whether the estate is sold today or not sold, does it matter? It has long been finished with him, there is no turning back, the path is overgrown. Calm down, dear. Do not deceive yourself, you must at least once in your life look the truth straight in the eye. Lyubov Andreevna. What truth? You can see where the truth is and where the lie is, but I definitely lost my sight, I don’t see anything. You boldly resolve all important issues, but tell me, my dear, is it not because you are young, that you have not had time to suffer through a single one of your questions? You boldly look ahead, and is it not because you do not see and do not expect anything terrible, since life is still hidden from your young eyes? You are bolder, more honest, deeper than us, but think about it, be generous at the tip of your finger, spare me. After all, I was born here, my father and mother lived here, my grandfather, I love this house, I don’t understand my life without a cherry orchard, and if you really need to sell it, then sell me along with the garden ... (Hugs Trofimov, kisses him on the forehead.) After all, my son drowned here... (Crying.) Have pity on me, good, kind person. Trofimov. You know, I sympathize with all my heart. Lyubov Andreevna. But it needs to be said differently... (Takes out a handkerchief, a telegram falls on the floor.) My heart is heavy today, you can't imagine. It’s noisy here, my soul trembles at every sound, I’m trembling all over, but I can’t go to my room, I’m scared alone in the silence. Don't judge me, Petya... I love you like my own. I would gladly give Anya for you, I swear to you, only, my dear, you have to study, you have to finish the course. You do nothing, only fate throws you from place to place, it's so strange ... Isn't it? Yes? And you have to do something with the beard so that it grows somehow ... (Laughs.) You are funny! Trofimov (picks up telegram). I don't want to be handsome. Lyubov Andreevna. This is a telegram from Paris. I receive every day. Both yesterday and today. This wild man fell ill again, he is not well again ... He asks for forgiveness, begs me to come, and really I should go to Paris, be near him. You, Petya, have a stern face, but what can I do, my dear, what should I do, he is sick, he is lonely, unhappy, and who will look after him there, who will keep him from making mistakes, who will give him medicine in time? And what is there to hide or be silent, I love him, that's clear. I love, I love ... This is a stone on my neck, I go to the bottom with it, but I love this stone and cannot live without it. (Shakes Trofimov's hand.) Don't think badly, Petya, don't say anything to me, don't say... Trofimov (through tears). Forgive me for the frankness for God's sake: after all, he robbed you! Lyubov Andreevna. No, no, no, don't talk like that... (Closes his ears.) Trofimov. After all, he is a scoundrel, only you alone do not know this! He's a petty scoundrel, a nonentity... Lyubov Andreevna (angry but restrained). You are twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, and you are still a second grade schoolboy! Trofimov. Let be! Lyubov Andreevna. You have to be a man, at your age you need to understand those who love. And you need to love yourself ... you need to fall in love! (Angry.) Yes, yes! And you have no cleanliness, and you are just a clean, funny eccentric, freak ... Trofimov (in horror). What does she say! Lyubov Andreevna. "I am above love!" You are not above love, but simply, as our Firs says, you are a klutz. At your age not to have a mistress! .. Trofimov (in horror). It's horrible! What does she say?! (He walks quickly into the hall, clutching his head.) It's terrible... I can't. I'll leave... (He leaves, but immediately returns.) It's over between us! (Goes into the hallway.) Lyubov Andreevna(shouts after). Petya, wait! Funny man, I was joking! Peter!Someone in the hall is heard quickly going up the stairs and suddenly falls down with a crash. Anya and Varya scream, but laughter is immediately heard.
What is there?
Anya runs.
Anya (laughing). Petya fell down the stairs! (Runs away.) Lyubov Andreevna. What an eccentric this Petya ...The stationmaster stops in the middle of the hall and reads "The Sinner" by A. Tolstoy. They listen to him, but as soon as he read a few lines, the sounds of a waltz come from the hall, and the reading breaks off. Everyone is dancing. Trofimov, Anya, Varya and Lyubov Andreevna.
Well, Petya... well, pure soul... I beg your pardon... Let's go dancing... (Dancing with Petya.)
Anya and Varya are dancing.
Firs enters, places his stick near the side door.
Yasha also came in from the living room, looking at the dances.
Yasha. What, grandpa? Firs. Not well. Before, generals, barons, admirals danced at our balls, but now we send for the postal clerk and the head of the station, and they are not willing to go. Something weakened me. The late gentleman, grandfather, used sealing wax for all, from all diseases. I have been taking sealing wax every day for twenty years, or even more; maybe I'm alive from him. Yasha. You're tired, grandfather. (Yawns.) If only you would die sooner. Firs. Oh, you... silly! (Mumbling.)Trofimov and Lyubov Andreevna dance in the hall, then in the living room.
Lyubov Andreevna. Mercy! I'll sit... (Sits down.) Tired.Anya enters.
Anya (excitedly). And now, in the kitchen, a man was saying that the cherry orchard had already been sold today. Lyubov Andreevna. To whom is it sold? Anya. Didn't say to whom. Gone. (Dances with Trofimov, both go into the hall.) Yasha. It was some old man talking there. Stranger. Firs. But Leonid Andreevich is not here yet, he hasn't arrived. His coat is light, demi-season, he looks like he will catch a cold. Ah, young green. Lyubov Andreevna. I'll die now. Go, Yasha, find out to whom it was sold. Yasha. Yes, he's long gone, old man. (Laughs.) Lyubov Andreevna (with slight annoyance). Well, what are you laughing at? What are you happy about? Yasha. Epikhodov is very funny. Empty man. Twenty-two misfortunes. Lyubov Andreevna. Firs, if the estate is sold, where will you go? Firs. Wherever you tell me, I will go there. Lyubov Andreevna. Why is your face like that? Are you unwell? You know, go to sleep... Firs. Yes... (With a grin.) I'll go to sleep, but without me, who will give here, who will order? One for the whole house. Yasha (Lyubov Andreevna). Lyubov Andreevna! Let me ask you to be so kind! If you go to Paris again, then take me with you, do me a favor. It is positively impossible for me to stay here. (Looking around, in an undertone.) What can I say, you can see for yourself, the country is uneducated, the people are immoral, and besides, boredom, the food is ugly in the kitchen, and then there is this Firs walking around, muttering various inappropriate words. Take me with you, be so kind!Pishchik enters.
Pishchik. Let me ask you... for a waltz, most beautiful... (Lyubov Andreyevna goes with him.) Charming, after all, I will take one hundred and eighty rubles from you ... I will take ... (Dances.) One hundred and eighty rubles ...We moved into the hall.
Yasha (sings softly). "Will you understand the excitement of my soul..."In the hall a figure in a gray top hat and checkered trousers is waving his arms and jumping; cries of "Bravo, Charlotte Ivanovna!"
Dunyasha (stopped to powder). The young lady tells me to dance, there are many gentlemen, but few ladies, but my head is spinning from dancing, my heart is beating, Firs Nikolayevich, and now the official from the post office told me this, it took my breath away.The music subsides.
Firs. What did he say to you? Dunyasha. You, he says, are like a flower. Yasha (yawns). Ignorance... (Exits.) Dunyasha. Like a flower... I am such a delicate girl, I love gentle words terribly. Firs. You will spin.Epikhodov enters.
Epikhodov. You, Avdotya Fyodorovna, don't want to see me... as if I were some kind of insect. (Sighs.) Ah, life! Dunyasha. What do you want? Epikhodov. Surely you may be right. (Sighs.) But, of course, if you look from the point of view, then you, let me put it this way, sorry for the frankness, completely put me in a state of mind. I know my fortune, every day some kind of misfortune happens to me, and I have long been accustomed to this, so I look at my fate with a smile. You gave me your word, and even though I... Dunyasha. Please, we'll talk later, but now leave me alone. Now I dream. (Plays with a fan.) Epikhodov. I have misfortune every day, and I, let me put it this way, only smile, even laugh.Enters from Varya's hall.
Varya . You still haven't left, Semyon? What a disrespectful person you are. (to Dunyasha) Get out of here, Dunyasha. (To Epikhodov.) Now you play billiards and break your cue, now you pace the living room like a guest. Epikhodov. Charge me, let me put it, you can't. Varya . I do not exact from you, but I say. You only know that you go from place to place, but do not do business. We keep a clerk, but it is not known why. Epikhodov (offended). Whether I work, whether I go, whether I eat, whether I play billiards, only people who understand and elders can talk about that. Varya . You dare to tell me that! (Burning up) Do you dare? So I don't understand anything? Get out of here! This minute! Epikhodov (coward). I ask you to express yourself in a delicate way. Varya (losing her temper). Get out of here this minute! Out!He goes to the door, she follows him.
Twenty-two misfortunes! So that your spirit is not here! May my eyes not see you!
Epikhodov went out, his voice behind the door: "I will complain about you."
Oh, are you going back? (He grabs the stick that Firs has placed near the door.) Go... Go... Go, I'll show you... Ah, are you coming? Are you going? So here's to you... (Swings.)
At this time, Lopakhin enters.
Lopakhin. Thank you very much. Varya (angrily and mockingly). Guilty! Lopakhin. Nothing, sir. Thank you very much for the pleasant meal. Varya . Do not mention it. (Steps away, then looks around and asks softly.) Did I hurt you? Lopakhin. There is nothing. The bump, however, will jump up huge. Pishchik. Seeing, hearing, hearing... (He kisses Lopakhin.) You smell of cognac, my dear, my soul. And we have fun here too.Included Lyubov Andreevna.
Lyubov Andreevna. Is that you, Ermolai Alekseich? Why so long? Where is Leonidas? Lopakhin. Leonid Andreevich came with me, he's coming... Lyubov Andreevna(worried). Well? Were there auctions? Speak now! Lopakhin (embarrassed, afraid to reveal his joy). The auction was over by four o'clock... We were late for the train, we had to wait until half past nine. (Sighing heavily.) Phew! I'm getting a little dizzy...Gaev enters; in his right hand he has purchases, with his left he wipes away tears.
Lyubov Andreevna. Lenya what? Lenya, right? (Impatiently, with tears.) Hurry, for God's sake... Gaev (does not answer her, only waves her hand; to Firs, crying). Here, take it... There are anchovies, Kerch herring... I haven't eaten anything today... I've suffered so much!The door to the billiard room is open; the sound of balls and the voice of Yasha are heard: “Seven and eighteen!” Gaev's expression changes, he no longer cries.
I'm terribly tired. Let me, Firs, change my clothes. (Goes away across the hall, followed by Firs.)
Pishchik. What's up for auction? Tell me! Lyubov Andreevna. Sold cherry orchard? Lopakhin. Sold. Lyubov Andreevna. Who bought? Lopakhin. I bought.Lyubov Andreevna is oppressed; she would have fallen if she had not been standing near the chair and table. Varya takes the keys from her belt, throws them on the floor, in the middle of the living room, and leaves.
I bought! Wait, gentlemen, do me a favor, my head is clouded, I can’t speak ... (Laughs.) We came to the auction, Deriganov was already there. Leonid Andreevich had only fifteen thousand, and Deriganov immediately gave thirty in excess of the debt. I see, it's like that, I grabbed him, hit forty. He is forty-five. I am fifty five. So he adds five, I ten ... Well, it's over. In excess of the debt, I slapped ninety, it was left for me. The cherry orchard is now mine! My! (Laughs.) My God, Lord, my cherry orchard! Tell me that I'm drunk, out of my mind, that all this seems to me ... (Stomps feet.) Don't laugh at me! If my father and grandfather had risen from their graves and looked at the whole incident, like their Yermolai, beaten, illiterate Yermolai, who ran barefoot in winter, how this same Yermolai bought an estate, more beautiful than which there is nothing in the world. I bought an estate where my grandfather and father were slaves, where they were not even allowed into the kitchen. I'm dreaming, it only seems to me, it only seems... It's a figment of your imagination, covered in the darkness of the unknown... (Raises the keys, smiling affectionately.) She threw the keys, she wants to show that she is no longer the mistress here ... (Jingling keys.) Well, it doesn't matter.
You can hear the orchestra tuning in.
Hey, musicians, play, I want to listen to you! Everyone come and watch how Yermolai Lopakhin will hit the cherry orchard with an ax, how the trees will fall to the ground! We will set up dachas, and our grandchildren and great-grandchildren will see a new life here... Music, play!
Music is playing, Lyubov Andreevna sank into a chair and wept bitterly.
(Reproachfully.) Why, why didn't you listen to me? My poor, good, you will not return now. (With tears.) Oh, that all this would soon pass, that our awkward, unhappy life would somehow change. Pishchik (takes his arm in a low voice). She is crying. Let's go to the hall, let her be alone... Let's go... (Takes him by the arm and leads him into the hall.) Lopakhin. What is it? Music, play it distinctly! Let everything as I wish! (With irony.) A new landowner is coming, the owner of a cherry orchard! (He accidentally pushed the table, almost knocked over the candelabra.) I can pay for everything! (Exits with PISCHIK.)There is no one in the hall and drawing room except Lyubov Andreevna, who is sitting, shrinking all over and crying bitterly. Music plays softly. Anya and Trofimov quickly enter. Anya approaches her mother and kneels in front of her. Trofimov remains at the entrance to the hall.
Anya. Mom!.. Mom, are you crying? Dear, kind, my good mother, my beautiful, I love you ... I bless you. The cherry orchard has been sold, it's gone, it's true, it's true, but don't cry, mother, you have a life ahead of you, your good, pure soul remains... Come with me, come, dear, from here, let's go! a new garden, more luxurious than this, you will see it, understand it, and joy, quiet, deep joy will descend on your soul, like the sun in the evening hour, and you will smile, mother! Let's go, honey! Let's go to!..“Promenade for couples!” ... “Big circle, balance!” ... “Cavaliers, kneel and thank the ladies” (French).
Good man but bad musician (German).This work has entered the public domain. The work was written by an author who died more than seventy years ago, and was published during his lifetime or posthumously, but more than seventy years have also passed since publication. It can be freely used by anyone without anyone's consent or permission and without payment of royalties.
