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"Country Ant"

A short introduction introducing the reader to peasant life in a turning point year and to the main character of the poem, Nikita Morgunok. The beginning of Morgunka's journey.

Morgunok in the "golden-domed village" at a party of fists. Wealthy peasants commemorate "the souls of the dead who went to Solovki". They do not want to put up with a new life and are ready to drink away and destroy all their property, so long as it does not go to the collective farms.

approves of Nikita's departure. He asks to stay, explaining that the land is waiting for peasant hands - you can’t quit work now. But Morgunok insists on his own and sets off again.

It tells in more detail about where, after all, Morgunok is so stubbornly striving to get. He is looking for the legendary country of Muravia, where without “community” and “collective farms” one can get rich with one’s work and live well in the old way. Nikita is in a hurry - he is already under forty years old, so if he does not have time to find Ant in time, he will remain a beggar for life.

On the way, Morgunk comes across priest Mitrofan, who was left without a parish.

Today, “priests have scattered around the world, bread has settled on another”, they have subsided, wilted and live. And this one clings to the old order and is looking for everything where the believers have survived, who need to celebrate the ceremonies. Mitrofan invites Nikita to take up a common cause, since it is more convenient on a horse. But Morgunok is against it, he has “his own long journey”.

Further along the way, Nikita meets an old man and an old woman. They also resisted the new life - simply because they could not understand how, after so many years of individual farming, they would work on a collective farm. The old people did not see any use in this. But life took its own course. As if in a fairy tale, the spring flood carried the hut of the old people directly to the collective farm estate. Then the grandfather decided firmly: "We will live again now."

After this incident, Morgunok thinks about a new life for a long time. A rumor reaches him that Stalin is walking around the villages, who writes everything down in his little book and then thinks it over. Great changes are approaching in peasant life.

Nikita starts a conversation with Stalin in his mind: “The end is foreseen, ah, is there all this fuss?” he asks the leader. Morgunok, as a working person, is not against breaking the old, but he would like to live at least a little as his grandfathers and great-grandfathers dreamed of: a strong village rich man.

Morgunok had already gone far from his native home, but then he met his dear fellow countryman - Ilya Kuzmich with his son. Kuzmich also did not reconcile himself to the changes in the village, but he is not looking for Ant, but lives on alms. At night, Kuzmich abandons his son and steals a horse from Morgunok. The next day, Nikita takes the boy on the road, harnessing himself to a cart instead of a horse.

Unfortunately, there is a large village on the way. Nikita went through the village - he made people laugh. They took him to the village council. The chairman begins to ask who is this, why is he harnessed to the cart? He listened to the answers of Morgunka, marveled at the quirks of an already middle-aged man, but did not delay - go on your way.

Meanwhile, Morgunok gets to the gypsies: what if they have a missing horse? The gypsies showed him their horses - Nikita did not recognize them as his own, he was not deceitful. And the gypsies are not the same as before. They do not steal, they live a working life, they mow hay - so much so that Morgunok himself was drawn to the spit. At night, he planned to steal one horse from the gypsies: the same ones used to steal, which means that now it’s not a sin to steal a horse from them. But the stable is watched over by a watchman, so that Morgunok abandons his idea and leaves the camp before daylight.

The author depicts a new life: a tractor detachment is in the field, planes are in the sky, trains are on the railway tracks, icebreakers go around the pole. And only Morgunok is not with everyone. “Patience like a horse”, he stubbornly rolls his cart along one of the thousand roads of Russia in search of a better life. Nikita met again an old acquaintance - a priest. He is already on horseback. Isn't that Morgunka's horse? But the priest, as if frightened of something, galloped away.

Morgunok arrives with his cart at the market in the hope of finding a horse. Here he meets Kuzmich again, who is still begging, this time pretending to be blind. Morgunok grabs him, demands the return of the horse. But Kuzmich manages to outwit Nikita and disappear into the crowd.

Morgunok keeps going further and meets a tractor driver. He takes pity on the middle-aged man and attaches the cart to his tractor to bring him down. Morgunok asks where you can buy a horse. The tractor driver replies that they won’t sell a horse on the collective farm, but you can go to the village of Ostrov, where an individual farm is still preserved.

Nikita gets to the village of Ostrov. Here everything flows in the old way: the river is called the Tsar, mass is served in the church, the wattle fences are down, the peasants are out of work, there is only one shepherd for the whole village. The village is falling into decay, its inhabitants are hopelessly lagging behind life: “what time is it, what day is it, they don’t know the Islands”. Despite poverty and neglect, the villagers have one excuse - they are free, they live as their own masters and do not depend on collective farms. Another excuse - there is no happiness in wealth. They offer Nikita a blind horse, but Morgunok wants neither such a horse nor such a life.

On the way Nikita is a collective farm. Here life is completely different: the economy is on the rise. After all, the owner is not the one who owns, but the one who takes care of the property entrusted to him and the livestock - local residents teach this to Morgunk. It is not acquisitiveness that makes a person a master, but a prudent attitude to rural affairs. It is interesting to Morgunk how much such a life is started. He gets the answer: forever.

The author draws collective farm workers, whose image is embodied for him in the numerous Frolov family. The Frolovs are the Russian collective farmers, of whom there are many throughout the country: they are everywhere, it is these people who build life - reliably and forever.

Morgunok talked with the collective farm watchman about his dream of finding Ant. The watchman considers Nikita an eccentric, doubts the existence of Ant. Such walks are empty and useless. For example, he tells Morgunk about an old pilgrim who went on a pilgrimage to the Kiev Lavra.

In the village they play the wedding of the watchman's daughter Nastya. The whole collective farm is walking. The author draws a gallery of faces - typical representatives of the new working people. All of them are honorable in the countryside, all are covered with labor glory, just as their ancestors were covered with military glory.

Morgunok returns to his native village, tormented by doubts. On the way he meets an old pilgrim who returned from Kyiv. He repeats the watchman's words that the search for Ant is a stupid idea, and at the same time reproaches himself for stupidity. One should not rely on fairy tales with happy endings. Happiness must be done on your own, with your own hands. Nikita understands that now he has only one way - to the collective farm. That's just ashamed in front of others: he came, as it were, to everything ready, will they take such a person? The old man assures us that they should take it "for the sake of interest," because a working man is always needed in the collective farm business. And Morgunok agrees with the former pilgrim.

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4. The poem opens with a description of the departing Nikita Morgunok. Washed in the bath, dressed up In a jacket and boots, As if he were going to visit, To his relatives for pies. Nikita...
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Tvardovsky's poem "Country Ant" (1934-1936) was noticeably different from the simplified interpretation of what was happening in the village, usual for the then literature. The author used the plot suggested by Alexander. Fadeev, who...

The poem opens with a description of the departing Nikita Morgunok.

Washed in the bath, dressed up In a jacket and boots, As if he were going to visit, To his relatives for pies.

Nikita is going in search of a certain country of Ant, about which his grandfather told him. Grandfather used to say to him:

Health - time, luck - time, Wealth and mind. It used to be, the grandfather would say in rhyme, Spread it with your hands: - As at twenty there is no strength, - there will not be, and don't wait. .As in forty years There is no prosperity - so look no further ...

And since Nikita was already approaching 40 years old, and life was difficult for him, he decided to try his luck in the country of Ants. This country was famous for freedom and justice:

The earth is long and wide - It's its own circle. You sow one bug, And that one is yours.

This is a special world with its own laws, living according to peasant rules, there is neither communism nor collective farms there. Grandfather told Nikita about this country.

And now the native village is left behind. Morgunok considers it obligatory to visit his brother-in-law. They were friends from a young age, they were very close to each other in spirit. Brother-in-law Nikita and tells about the future journey. They sing the song together for the last time. Nikita is "crying for herself". He was born in a church gatehouse, married at seventeen, went to a farm, separated himself. He did not join the collective farm, but now he went to seek his fortune. The description of his path is accompanied by frequent references to the earth:

Earth! .. Everything is more beautiful and more visible. It lies around. And there is no better happiness - to live on it Until death.

Morgunok travels outside his village. The villages that come across on the way are already unfamiliar to him. His horse, Gray, grew emaciated and sweaty. This horse is the most precious thing that Morgunka had in his life. His entire household was kept on a horse, right down to the last pin. Nikita shored the Gray - "like the right hand", "like the eye in the forehead." This is his friend, "not a horse, but a man."

On the way, Morgunok meets a priest. They are talking, Nikita unharnesses his horse and sits down to have dinner with the priest. He talks about his life: there are no more parishes, no services, and he feeds himself by walking around the villages and offering his services:

There are some places that believe in God - There is no priest, And I am here. There the bride and groom are waiting, - There is no priest, And I am here. They take care of the baby, - There is no priest, And I am here.

And the priest only regrets that he does not have a horse, otherwise it is painfully difficult to walk on Russian soil. He invites Nikita to walk together: "Yours is a cart, my tool." But Nikita does not agree and goes his own way. With different people Morgunk had to know. One day he hears a story from one of the random fellow travelers about a grandfather and a woman who lived in a dilapidated hut "windows - to the ground, roof - to one side." My grandfather did not go to the collective farm or the state farm, but only in one year the water began to rise strongly. The water lifted the hut and carried it far, brought it to Eya's estate and left it here. Grandfather only said that now he and the old woman should live in a new way. Nikita listens and dozes. And sleeping somewhere Ant-country.

Soon Nikita heard a rumor that Comrade Stalin was traveling across Russia, and perhaps he was going straight towards Morgunok. And Nikita thinks about how he will ask Stalin the question of how much more people will have to wait for the end of this "fuss" when everything is being scrapped in the name of a new life? He wants to ask Stalin to be left alone and not to be driven to the collective farm alone in all of Russia. He has a horse, a good horse, and only two years left

Nikita until the age of forty, when it will be too late to earn his own wealth.

The road is far, Morgunok is already covered in dust. A random traveler, met by Nikita on the road, unexpectedly turns out to be his former neighbor Ivan Kuzmich. He, as if blind, is being led by the arm by a boy, a son. From the story of Ivan Kuzmich it is clear that he has been wandering around the world for a long time, and only his son remained with him. He no longer has the strength to work, he only feeds on begging. For the first time next to a neighbor, Nikita fell asleep calmly and soundly. In the morning I only heard the horse neighing. He jumped up all frozen, but there was no neighbor, just as there was no horse. "The cart is here, and the boy is here. And the horse? .. There is no horse ...". Nikita woke up the boy, and he told him that his father had exchanged him for a horse with a bridle, and taught Morgunka a lesson for life. What was Nikita to do - he harnessed himself to the cart with shafts and went. Tired and completely broken, Nikita walks along the road. People look after him for a long time, you rarely see such an eccentric. Yes, dogs do bake. In one of the villages he is taken to the village council, his documents are looked at. They had nothing to take from Morgunok, they let him go. And again he went to look for his faithful friend, the horse.

And Nikita sees an amazing thing - gypsies are mowing in the field. In Morgunok's soul, a feeling of love for the earth stirred, he himself wants to walk with a scythe across the field. He asks the gypsies to give him his horse. The gypsies bring him to their stables. One or the other horse is led out in front of him. And the horses are one more beautiful than the other, but Nikita did not recognize any of them:

I'm sorry, I can't - Lie, they say, on the basis of calculation.

Nikita spends the night near the gypsies, decides to go to the market the next day for a new horse. At night, he painfully thinks that for centuries the gypsies have been stealing horses, but is it possible to steal a good horse from them now. He quietly sneaks to the stable, but the voice of the watchman stops him. Shamefully, Nikita returns to his cart and leaves in a hurry.

For three nights and three days Nikita walks, harnessed to a cart. The people marvel. And suddenly he hears the sound of hooves ahead. Suddenly, a priest appears from around the corner, riding Gray, on Nikita's horse. Seeing Morgunka, the priest slowed down his horse, turned around and rushed off at a gallop. While Nikita was unraveling the belts and getting out of the cart, the priest was already far away. With all his might, Nikita set off to catch up with the priest, shouting to him, but only tired, he fell on the road, clutching his side like a wound. For a long time Nikita lay like that until the boy came up and called him. It is not known whether the priest bought that horse, or whether the thief stole from the thief, but what does Nikita care about. Hardly he continues his way, remembers his wife, who is waiting for him at home. She doesn't know about anything.

Finally, Nikita reaches the market. He is looking for either a priest or his horse, and as soon as he sees a gray horse, his heart will die. Here he also meets his offender - Ivan Kuzmich. Posing as a blind man, he begs for alms. Nikita grabbed him, fell on him, holds him, does not let go. But by cunning, Bugrov breaks out of his hands and runs away. Nikita was left again with nothing.

He's on his way again. Meets a boy on a tractor. He invites him to give him a ride, and take the cart in tow. Nikita agrees. From the guy, he learns the way forward. The guy directs him to the village of the Island, where you can buy a horse.

In this village, Nikita sees complete devastation. "Thin roofs", "wattle fences are knocked down", "and the people smoke in vain on logs in the shade." Grandfather is sitting on a bench, whittling pipes. As Morgunok finds out, these are people without collective farms. Here Nikita is trying to bargain for a horse, the grandfather agrees to sell him his. Seeing the horse, Morgunok decides that it would be better for him to walk all his life than to buy such a nag. Hearing such words of Nikita, the grandfather asks a little offended why their life is bad. Morgunok objects: "You do not live richly."

And happiness is not in wealth, Why is it, son?

Grandfather says that a piece of bread is enough for them to live and not grieve. Their children live "worse than gray pigs", but they are not to blame, their "father is to blame."

Nikita returns to the collective farm again, where he left his cart on receipt. Chairman Andrei Fokich Frolov is ready to show him the collective farm. Over dinner, Frolov tells his story. He talks about his enemy - Grachev. Frolov at one time divided the meadows, levied a tax, and for this he was beaten. The Grachevs met him far from the village, but all with a cudgel. He barely crawled to his father's house. And now he became the chairman of the collective farm. Nikita also stayed here, attended a wedding. Old Miron Frolov, Andrey Frolov's grandfather, also comes to the wedding. He himself first married a hundred years ago. The wedding is in full swing, the accordionist starts his song. And the dancing had not yet subsided, when either a beggar or a guest appeared on the threshold. He asked to call the hostess. This is a passing priest, he agrees to marry the young even now. Nikita instantly rushed to the threshold, jumped out into the street and, breaking off the reins, hung on the horse's neck.

Nikita slowly rides along the road and talks to the horse. On the way, he comes across a gray-haired old man heading to the Lavra. Nikita asks the wise old man where in the world the country of Ant is. The old man replies that there is no such country.

There was an Muravskaya country, And there is none.

The elder advises Nikita to join the collective farm. Nikita doubts a little more and already cheered up he goes home.

Chapter 1
A short introduction introducing the reader to peasant life in a turning point and to the main character of the poem, Nikita Morgunok. The beginning of Morgunka's journey.
Chapter 2
Morgunok in the "golden-domed village" at a party of fists. Wealthy peasants commemorate "the souls of the dead who went to Solovki". They do not want to put up with a new life and are ready to drink away and destroy all their property, so long as it does not go to the collective farms.
Chapter 3
Morgunok, keeping on his way, calls in to say goodbye to his brother-in-law. He does not approve of Nikita's departure. He asks to stay, explaining that the land is waiting for peasant hands - you can’t quit work now. But Morgunok insists on his own and sets off again.
Chapter 4
It tells in more detail about where, after all, Morgunok is so stubbornly striving to get. He is looking for the legendary country of Muravia, where without “community” and “collective farms” one can get rich with his work and live well in the old way. Nikita is in a hurry - he is already under forty years old, so if he does not have time to find Ant in time, he will remain a beggar for life.
Chapter 5
On the way, Morgunk comes across priest Mitrofan, who was left without a parish. Today, “priests have scattered around the world, bread has settled on another,” subsided, wilted and live. And this one clings to the old order and is looking for everything where the believers have survived, who need to celebrate the ceremonies. Mitrofan invites Nikita to take up a common cause, since it is more convenient on a horse. But Morgunok is against it, he has "his own long journey."
Chapter 6
Further along the way, Nikita meets an old man and an old woman. They also resisted a new life - simply because they could not understand how, after so many years of individual farming, they would begin to work on a collective farm. The old people did not see any use in this. But life took its own course. As if in a fairy tale, the spring flood carried the hut of the old people directly to the collective farm estate. Then the grandfather decided firmly: "We will live again now."
Chapter 7
After this incident, Morgunok thinks about a new life for a long time. A rumor reaches him that Stalin is walking around the villages, who writes everything down in his little book and then thinks it over. Great changes are approaching in peasant life. Nikita starts a conversation with Stalin in his mind: “The end is foreseen, ah, is there all this fuss?” he asks the leader. Morgunok, as a working person, is not against breaking the old, but he would like to live at least a little as his grandfathers and great-grandfathers dreamed of: a strong village rich man.
Chapter 8
Morgunok had already gone far from his native home, but then he met his dear fellow countryman - Ilya Kuzmich with his little son. Kuzmich also did not reconcile himself to the changes in the village, but he is not looking for Ant, but lives on alms. At night, Kuzmich abandons his son and steals a horse from Morgunok. The next day, Nikita takes the boy on the road, harnessing himself to a cart instead of a horse.
Chapter 9
Unfortunately, there is a large village on the way. Nikita went through the village - he made people laugh. They took him to the village council. The chairman begins to ask who is this, why is he harnessed to the cart? He listened to Morgunka's answers, marveled at the quirks of an already middle-aged man, but did not delay - go on your way.
Chapter 10
Meanwhile, Morgunok gets to the gypsies: what if they have a missing horse? The gypsies showed him their horses - Nikita did not recognize them as his own, he was not deceitful. And the gypsies are not the same as before. They do not steal, they live a working life, they mow hay - so much so that Morgunok himself was drawn to the spit. At night, he planned to steal one horse from the gypsies: the same ones used to steal, which means that now it’s not a sin to steal a horse from them. But the stable is watched over by a watchman, so that Morgunok abandons his idea and leaves the camp before daylight.
Chapter 11
The author depicts a new life: a tractor detachment is in the field, planes are in the sky, trains are on the railway tracks, icebreakers go around the pole. And only Morgunok is not with everyone. “Patient like a horse”, he stubbornly rolls his cart along one of the thousand roads of Russia in search of a better life. Nikita met again an old acquaintance - a priest. He is already on horseback. Isn't that Morgunka's horse? But the priest, as if frightened of something, galloped away.
Chapter 12
Morgunok arrives with his cart at the market in the hope of finding a horse. Here he meets Kuzmich again, who is still begging, this time pretending to be blind. Morgunok grabs him, demands the return of the horse. But Kuzmich manages to outwit Nikita and disappear into the crowd.
Chapter 13
Morgunok keeps going further and meets a tractor driver. He takes pity on the middle-aged man and attaches the cart to his tractor to bring him down. Morgunok asks where you can buy a horse. The tractor driver replies that they won’t sell a horse on the collective farm, but you can go to the village of Ostrov, where an individual farm is still preserved.
Chapter 14
Nikita gets to the village of Ostrov. Here everything flows in the old way: the river is called the Tsar, mass is served in the church, the wattle fences are down, the peasants are out of work, there is only one shepherd for the whole village. The village is falling into decay, its inhabitants are hopelessly lagging behind life: “what time is it, what day is it, they don’t know the Islands.” Despite poverty and neglect, the villagers have one excuse - they are free, they live as their own masters and do not depend on collective farms. Another excuse - there is no happiness in wealth. They offer Nikita a blind horse, but Morgunok wants neither such a horse nor such a life.
Chapter 15
On the way Nikita is a collective farm. Here life is completely different: the economy is on the rise. After all, the owner is not the one who owns, but the one who takes care of the property entrusted to him and the livestock - this is taught to Morgunk by local residents. It is not acquisitiveness that makes a person a master, but a prudent attitude to rural affairs. It is interesting to Morgunk how much such a life is started. He gets the answer: forever.
Chapter 16
The author draws collective farm workers, whose image is embodied for him in the numerous Frolov family. The Frolovs are the Russian collective farmers, of whom there are many throughout the country: they are everywhere, it is these people who build life - reliably and forever.
Chapter 17
Morgunok talked with the collective farm watchman about his dream of finding Ant. The watchman considers Nikita an eccentric, doubts the existence of Ant. Such walks are empty and useless. For example, he tells Morgunk about an old pilgrim who went on a pilgrimage to the Kyiv Lavra.
Chapter 18
In the village they play the wedding of the watchman's daughter Nastya. The whole collective farm is walking. The author draws a gallery of faces - typical representatives of the new working people. All of them are honorable in the countryside, all are covered with labor glory, just as their ancestors were covered with military glory.
Chapter 19
Morgunok returns to his native village, tormented by doubts. On the way he meets an old pilgrim who returned from Kyiv. He repeats the watchman's words that the search for Ant is a stupid idea, and at the same time reproaches himself for stupidity. One should not rely on fairy tales with happy endings. Happiness must be done on your own, with your own hands. Nikita understands that now he has only one way - to the collective farm. That's just ashamed in front of others: he came, as it were, to everything ready, will they take such a person? The old man assures us that they should take it "for the sake of interest," because a working man is always needed in the collective farm business. And Morgunok agrees with the former pilgrim.

Tvardovsky Alexander Trifonovich

Country Ant (poem and poems)

Alexander Trifonovich Tvardovsky

Country Ant

Poems

The book includes the well-known poem "Country Ant", poems from the cycle "Country Chronicle", thematically adjacent to the poem, as well as an article by A. Tvardovsky "About the "Country Ant".

ANT COUNTRY Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19

RURAL CHRONICLE

Tractor exit. (From the poem "The Path to Socialism") "The snow is melting, the earth will depart..." "Like the sea, the winter is getting dark..." Guest Bubashka "The rye was agitated..." "I go and rejoice. It's easy for me ..." A hunchbacked peasant New Lake "Anxiously sad neighing of a horse ..." "Happy, one of all the sisters ..." Smolensk region The story of the chairman of the collective farm "With one beauty you came to your husband's house ..." Meeting of Girlfriend Katerina "White birch trees were spinning ..." For the bride Son Dispute Song Traveler "You will timidly raise him ..." Pochinok Station "Who knew you, you are my affectionate friend ..." "Noisy, making his way through the bushes ... "Behind the open window ...". . "What did he do, what did he think..." "Pillars, villages, crossroads..." Ice drift "Your beauty never gets old..." In the village Driver Road Farewell Mother and son Rivals "I'll see how cute you are... ""And you, what a lot of people ..." Mothers Before the rain How Danila died About Danila More about Danila Grandfather Danila in the bath Ivushka At the wedding Peers "We didn't live long in the world ..." Mother and daughter Polina An accident on the road Blacksmith's family About a calf A thousand miles away Rural morning "Stars, stars, how can I be ..." Children In the old courtyard On the farm Zagorye To friends A trip to Zagorye "Rye, rye ... Field road ..." Marriage of the driver Grandfather Danila goes to the forest "The day will warm - near the house ..." Lenin and the stove-maker

APPENDIX

From "Muravskaya Notebook" by A. Tvardovsky Departure "Dog barking stood around..." "... Father was a great horseman..." "Sprinkled with needles..." Stove-maker "On a good golden day..." the village stood up ... "About the "Country of Ants"

Country Ant

From morning to noon he rides, The road is far. The light is white from four sides And above - the clouds.

Yearning for their native warmth, They fly in a chain in the distance, - and what is there on earth, The cranes do not know ...

At the transport, the sound of wheels, Failure, hubbub, clatter of feet. People are walking, the convoy is crawling, The old ferryman is sweating.

The ferry creaks, the rope cracks, The people stand sideways. The commissioner is in a hurry, And a woman with a chest.

The ferry goes like a carousel, Spinning from the rapids. An accordion carpenter's artel is lucky to the edge of the country...

Wires are humming over the field, Pillars are running forward. Trains rumble along the rails, - And the waters flow into the distance.

And the caps of snowy foam Turn white by the bushes, And the young birch leaf smells of tar.

And in the world - thousands of ways And thousands of roads. And rides, rides on his own Nikita Morgunok.

A gray horse wanders in shafts Under a painted arc, And the suon is tightly tied by the Master's hand.

Tied the tar from behind, Stuck the whip at his feet, As if in the city, at the market, Morgunok gathered.

Washed in the bath, dressed up In a jacket and boots, As if he were going to visit, To his relatives for pies.

And the yard is far behind, The pillars are running forward. You can’t see your own hut, No roof, no chimneys ...

The wind stretches smoke From the alder bush. - Farewell, - Morgunok waves, Father's places! ..

From behind the mountain came the Golden-domed village.

Here, as they say, Napoleon passed to Moscow. Here thirty-eight years ago Nikita was baptized.

Here the bells thumped On twenty villages, The throne and the fair were On the green Spirits day.

And the first of all the yards was the Yard - facing the highway, And the sign "Ilya Bugrov" Blue over the porch ...

Nikita drove straight ahead. And suddenly - in the middle of the village Not the market, not the pogrom, Cheerful deeds!

The people are walking to the accordion, The shaft is a dense forest, Seeing the horses, the horse has gone astray ... People come out:

Stop! .. - Stop, there is no mercy for anyone, And there is only one honor for everyone: Walk at the wedding, because she is the last ...

Some by the sleeve, Some by the floor, They lead Nikita into the house, to the table.

Introduced and - a cup - knock him! And do not breathe - to the bottom! - Walk at the wedding, because the last one is ...

And the owner climbed across the table: - My hut - My space. Stand, son, on the bench, Drink, walk, Celebrate the throne! Whose cattle? Whose barn? Whose Samovar is on the shelf? ..

At the table, as in a bathhouse, it's crowded, Morgunok wipes off the sweat, Where is the groom here, where is the bride, Where is the wedding? - Will not understand.

And the owner without a hitch Pours on the other. - There is a wedding and a commemoration Everything in the world, dear.

Reluctantly, barely, I drank a glass of Morgunok. The guests ate, drank, sang, They said what they could ...

What's the commemoration? - Common commemoration. - Who is walking? - Fists!

We commemorate the souls of the departed, Who went to the Solovki. - They were not beaten, they were not knitted, they were not tortured,

They were carried, carried in wagons With children and belongings. And who did not go out of the hut himself, Who threw himself into fainting, The police guys led him out by the arms ...

Will we drink, Will fool... - Jesus Christ worked miracles...

And who paid, When I didn't pay?

Why don't you, little one, sing ringing songs? This bird answers: - I don't want to live in a cage.

Open the dungeon for me, I'll fly free ... - We will drink, We will fool.

It's time for us to change our minds, Go home, think: What to drink tomorrow?

Jesus Christ Walked on the water... - Who paid when I didn't pay? For every haystack, What he threw in the field, For every horn, What he kept in the barn, For every cart, What he brought from the field, For the dog's tail, For the cat's tail, For the shadow from the hut,

For the smoke from the chimney, For the light and for the darkness, And for the simple, and for the so...

We know! You yourself are not a fool, You brought bread into the water at night: Like, neither me nor the dog under the tail. We know! Don't be stupid yourself. Drink and eat, eat and drink!

Forty years ago, there once was a soldier. Just then cholera was on the way, Half the village rolled a day. Of all one soldier remained alive, they say. He drank and ate like a hero, And he read the psalter for everyone, He poured vodka into a bowl, He made a slurry and slurped, Everyone died, but the soldier was saved by that, they say.

Trulla-trulla-trulla-shi! And the son of Toporok, And the daughter of Grebenek, And the mother, of that kind, Drank the Frying Pan away. Pa-alezla under the oven: "Son, there is nothing to bake pancakes ..."

Everyone is screaming, but I am silent: All the same - idleness. And Ilya Kuzmich Tears, not fun ...

Bring it up, take it out. Set a treat! - How affectionate he became, good-natured.

Say, we're friends, friends, Old neighbors. Like, the whole village will go with me to Solovki ...

Hey, master, do not pity God's bird in a cage. Pour, drink the guests, Breathe in the end! ..

The guests buzzed vaguely, Morgunok got up, staggering, As if drunk, as if in the air, Slowly - beyond the threshold.

Dust hung over the road, The barking of dogs did not subside. Swearing, songs...

Move, Grey. There will be an end somewhere...

Far away the village subsided, And the whip cooled in the hand, And it shrouded in blue, Flickered in the distance.

And scattered the horse's tail With a sudden breeze, And muffled, like a huge bridge, Thunder rattled somewhere.

And hasty rain, young Dripped at random. It smelled of summer water, Earth, like a year ago ...

And like a child, Morgunok suddenly held out his hand. And, bowing his head to one side, The horse was strict and sad.

That horse was - there are no such horses! Not a horse, but a man. It used to be that a wedding in five days Will feel, dig snow.

Land, family, hut and oven, And every nail in the wall, Footcloths from the feet, shirt from the shoulders They were mounted on a horse.

Like a right hand, a horse, Like an eye in the forehead, Nikita Morgunok protected from the thief, pestilence and fire.

And at night, how to move out of the yard, There was a conversation with the horse, That all the same, do not expect good, That without a horse - not a yard;

That they lived together for so many years, That eight troubles - one answer.

And the horse on the road alone Lucks itself forward. Above the darkened back A whitish steam is coming.

The rain has passed. Hoofprints Are filled with water. A crooked rainbow hangs above the arc itself...

The day is running out. Morgunka You need to call in to your brother-in-law: Stop for the night, Say goodbye after all. Mental life man Was Morgunkov's brother-in-law. They were friends from a young age, since they married two sisters.

They were friends for twenty years, Until the first to gray hairs, And the songs were the same, And the conversation was the same...

The owner of the sad guest is happy, Meets at the gate: - Thank you, brother. Got it, brother. And leads to the porch.

The soul is open before you, The first friend and brother-in-law: Spring is coming, the earth is burning, Decide or what? ..

And Morgunok answered him:

First friend and brother-in-law!

Not all in the window White light I guess so...

But that Nikita says: - But what about, brother-in-law? Spring is coming, the earth is on fire, You can't throw it away.

They sit, as before, at the table. And they fell silent. Each about his own. Children huddled in the corners. The hostess serves With bee "bread" in half In crumpled honeycombs.

They drank by the glass. They sit, Like a year, and two, and three years ago.

They sit sadly together, do not raise their eyes. - Well, let's sing? .. - Let's sing In the afternoon, maybe once ...

They were friends for twenty years, Until the first to gray hairs, And Schki liked the songs, And there was only one conversation.