A short story about the fathers. Lesson of extracurricular reading based on the story of N.N.
She was born on February 17, 1930 in the village of Kibra, Sysolsky District, Komi Autonomous Region (now the village of Kuratovo, Sysolsky District, Komi Republic). In 1946 she graduated high school in her native village, in 1949 - Syktyvkar Preschool Pedagogical School No. 2. She worked as a teacher in orphanages. Lived in the GDR for five years. In 1962 she moved to the city of Syktyvkar. Since 1971 - literary consultant of the Union of Writers of the Komi ASSR.
In 1964 Kuratova wrote her first short story "Appassionata". Then more significant works appeared - “Maryushka” and “The Tale of the Fathers”. Nina Kuratova is the first female Komi writer who turned to the theme of the Great Patriotic War.
One after another, collections of short stories and short stories by the folk writer are published: “Radeitana, musa” (“Dear, beloved”, 1974), “Bobönyan kör” (“The taste of blooming clover”, 1980), “A handful of the sun” (1980), “Ötka pötka (The Lonely Bird, 1985), Vör Gormög (Wild Pepper, 1986). The focus of the writer's attention is the female character, female destinies, the problem of family happiness.
N. Kuratova also writes for children. Works were published as separate books: “Köch gosnech” (“Gift of a hare”, 1968), “Let's get to know each other and be friends” (1984), “Literated Petya and arrogant Lyuba” (2005).
Currently, N. Kuratova is actively working, published in magazines.
N. N. Kuratova - Honored Worker of Culture of the Komi ASSR (1980), laureate State Prize Komi ASSR (1985-1987), People's Writer of the Komi Republic (2001).
Works of art
in the Komi language
Kuratova, N. N. Koch gosnech / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; serpasalis M. P. Beznosov. - Syktyvkar: Komi book publishing house, 1972. - 16 sheets. Per. title: Zaikin's hotel: stories for children of preschoolers. age.
Kuratova, N. N. Radeitana, musa: a story, vistyas / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; Serpasalis L. I. Potapov. - Syktyvkar: Komi book. Publishing house, 1974. - 175, l. b. : sickle. Per. zagl .: What is loved, cute: a story, stories.
Reviewer: Latysheva, V. Olömtö vyl pöv on ov // Voyvyv kodzuv. 1975. No. 2. L. b. 55-56. Per. caption: You can't live life again.
Kuratova, N. N. Vayo tödmasyamöy: vistyas / N. N. Kuratova; ed. T. N. Chukichev; Serpasalic A. M. Garanin. - Syktyvkar: Komi book. publishing house, 1977. - 45, l. b. : sickle. Per. title: Let's get acquainted: stories.
Kuratova, N. N. Bobönyan kör: tales, vistyas / Nina Kuratova; ed. V. A. Popov; rec. A. K. Mikushev; Serpasalic S. A. Dobryakov. - Syktyvkar: Komi book. publishing house, 1983. - 211 sheets. b. - Per. title: Taste of clover: novels, short stories.
Reviewer: Andreev, A. Bobönyan köra olöm // Voyvyv kodzuv. 1980. No. 8. L. b. 39-40. Per. caption: Life with a taste of clover.
Kuratova, N. N. Vör gormög: tales, vistyas / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova. - Syktyvkar: Komi book. publishing house, 1989. - 160 sheets. b. - Per. title: Wild pepper: novels, short stories.
Kuratova, N. N. Mishuk bydmö lunys lunö: posni chelyadly vistyas / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova. - Syktyvkar: Komi book. publishing house, 1991. - 12 sheets. b. - Per. caption: Misha is growing up: stories for children.
Kuratova, N.N. Serpasalic A. Moshev. - Syktyvkar: Komi book. publishing house, 1993. - 32 sheets. b. - Per. zagl.: Assistants: poems, riddles.
Kuratova, N. N. Addzyslam on tshuk: tales and vistyas / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova. - Syktyvkar: Komi book publishing house, 1995. - 239 sheets. - Per. caption: See you by all means: novels and stories.
Kuratova, N. N. Köni uzlö shondi: Vistyas / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; serpasalis E. V. Sukhareva. - Syktyvkar: Komi book. publishing house, 1998. - 80 sheets. b. : ill. - Per. zagl.: Where the sun sleeps: stories.
Kuratova, N.N. ed. A. V. Tentyukov; Serpasalic V. A. Kleiman. - Syktyvkar: Komi nebög ledzanin, 2002. - 293, l. b. : sickle. - Per. caption: Step dancing: stories, tale.
Kuratova, N. N. Literate Petya and Tshapunka Lyuba: kyvburyas, vistyas, nodkyvyas, vorsan-sylanyas / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; serpasalic A. V. Moshev; ed. P. I. Simpelev. - Syktyvkar: Komi nebög ledzanin, 2005. - 110, p. b. : sickle, notes. - Per. title: Literate Petya and arrogant Lyuba: poems, stories, riddles, play songs.
Kuratova, N. N. Menam dona sikötsh-necklace: hanging, vistyas, playas, olömys serpastoryas / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; ed. V. I. Trosheva; serpasalis G. N. Sharipkov. - Syktyvkar: Anbur, 2009. - 749 sheets. b. : sickle. Per. caption: My precious necklace: stories, short stories, plays, notes.
In Russian
Kuratova, N. N. The Tale of the Fathers / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; per. with Komi V. Sinaiskaya // Rafts float: stories of Komi writers. - M.: Sov. Russia, 1972. - S. 334-352.
Kuratova, N. N. A handful of the sun: stories, stories / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; per. with Komi. - Syktyvkar: Komi book. publishing house, 1980. - 240 p. : ill.
Reviewer: Miroshnichenko, N. A Handful of the Sun // Red Banner. 1980. 8 Nov. ; Voronina, I. [Rec. on the book "A handful of the sun"] // Literary Review. 1981. No. 9. S. 74. ; Mikushev, A. Who is worthy of happiness? // North. 1982. No. 5. S. 116-117.
Kuratova, N. N. The taste of blooming clover: stories / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova. - M. : Sovremennik, 1982. - 304 p. : ill.
Kuratova, N. N. Let's get to know each other and be friends: a story and stories / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; per. with Komi V. Putilin. - M.: Det. lit., 1984. 96 p.
Kuratova, N. N. Wolf's bast: novels and stories / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; per. with Komi. - M. : Sovremennik, 1989. - 205 p. : ill.
Literature about N. N. Kuratova
About the Komi prose writer Nina Nikitichna Kuratova.
Toropov, I. G. Nina Kuratova / Ivan Grigorievich Toropov // Youth of the North. 1983. April 24, photo.
Let's meet and be friends. Nina Kuratova - for children: [memo for children younger age] / Komi Rep. children's library to them. S. Ya. Marshak reference-bibliogr. otd.; [comp. L. F. Kornaukhova]. - Syktyvkar: [b. and.], 1989 (RIO KRPPO) . - 1 l., complicated. three times: ill.
Nina Kuratova - the first Komi prose writer: method. instructions for the study of creativity at school / Komi RIPKRO]; [E. F. Ganova]. - Syktyvkar: Komi RIPKRO, 1995. - 77, p.
Burilova, N. A. Nina Nikitichna Kuratova / N. A. Burilova // encyclopedic Dictionary schoolboy. Komi Literature. Syktyvkar, 1995, pp. 131-134.
Burilova, N. Nina Nikitichna Kuratova / N. Burilova // Komi Writers: Bibliographer. words. Syktyvkar, 1996. T. 1. S. 274-278.
Kuratova Nina Nikitichna // Who's Who in the Komi Republic. Syktyvkar, 1997. S. 94-95.
Vaneev, A. Kuratova Nina Nikitichna / A. Vaneev // Republic of Komi: Encyclopedia. Syktyvkar, 1999. T. 2. S. 176.
70 years (1930, February 17) since the birth of Kuratova Nina Nikitichna, Komi writer // Calendar of Significant and anniversaries Republic of Komi for 2000. Syktyvkar, 1999. S. 9-10.
Byzova, V. Images of women / V. Byzova // Connection of times. Syktyvkar, 2000, p. 616.
About Nina Nikitichna Kuratova and her work.
Martynov, V. I. Kuratova Nina Nikitichna // Martynov V. I. Writers of the Komi Land. Syktyvkar, 2000, pp. 84-85.
Nina Nikitichna Kuratova // Komi Literature: 11th class of velödchan nebog. Syktyvkar, 2000. L. b. 145-152.
About Nina Nikitichna Kuratova and her work.
Kuratova, N. N. "Med jö undzhik loö vyl gizhysyys da lyddysysysyys" / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; interviewer I. Belykh // Yoga. 2001. No. 37 (Sept.). Per. caption: "Let there be more new writers and readers."
Nina Nikitichna Kuratova / snapshots of S. Sukhorukovlön // Voyvyv kodzuv. 2001. No. 12. 1 rev. region, color photo. Per. title: People's Writer of the Republic of Komi Nina Nikitichna Kuratova.
Decree of the Head of the Komi Republic on conferring an honorary title on a Komi writer.
Kuratova, N. “The fate of every woman is a finished novel” / Nina Kuratova; prepared Anna Sivkova // Republic. 2001. 27 Sept., photo.
Memoirs of the People's Writer of the Komi Republic about herself and her parents' family.
Kuratova, N. "Byd kyv menym - zarni" / Nina Kuratova; interviewer Anzhelika Elfimova // Komi mu. Feb 15, 2003 Per. caption: "Every word is gold to me."
Interview with a Komi writer.
75 years (1930, February 17) since the birth of Nina Nikitichna Kuratova, People's Writer of the Komi Republic // Calendar of Significant and Memorable Dates of the Komi Republic for 2005. Syktyvkar, 2004, pp. 15-16.
Brief curriculum vitae and a bibliography.
About the exhibition Female portrait in the interior of the era. XX century" in National Museum Republic of Komi, one of the heroines of which is Nina Kuratova.
To the 75th anniversary of the national writer.
Kuratova, N. N. Bydsa olöm olöma / N. N. Kuratova // Komi mu. Feb 17, 2005 Per. header: Whole life lived.
Kuratova, N. N. The lesson of Sergei Mikhalkov was not in vain for Nina Kuratova: a conversation with a writer / N. N. Kuratova; recorded by Artur Arteev // Youth of the North. Feb 17, 2005 S. 12.
Elina, I. Kebra siktsa an / Irina Elina // Banner of Labor. 2005. March 1. Per. caption: A woman from the village of Kuratovo.
Kuratova, N. Olömys tai velödis / Nina Kuratova; prepared Ganna Popova // Yologa. 2005. No. 11. L.b. 10-11. Per. caption: Life has taught.
Kuratova Nina Nikitichna // Your people, Sysola. Syktyvkar, 2006, p. 41.
Brief information, photo.
Nina Kuratova // Writers of the Komi Land: a set of 22 postcards. Syktyvkar, 2006. Part 1. 1 sheet: portr. Parallel text. Russian, Komi
Brief information, photo.
Kuratova, N. N. “Vuzhtögys koryyd oz sialödchy” / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; interviewer N. Obrezkova // Art. 2006. No. 1. L. b. 4-8, port. Per. zap .: Without roots, the leaves do not rustle.
Interview with a Komi writer.
Kuratova, N. N. Chuzhan mules bore out / Nina Nikitichna Kuratova; interviewer Ivan Belykh // Komi Mu. Jan 24, 2006 Per. caption: For the benefit of the native land.
Interview with a Komi writer.
Golovina, V. N. Kuratova Nina Nikitichna / V. N. Golovina // Literature of Komi: words. schoolboy. Syktyvkar, 2007, pp. 143-144.
Brief biographical information in the Komi language.
Kornaukhova, L. F. Kuratova Nina Nikitichna / L. F. Kornaukhova // Literature of Komi: words. schoolboy. Syktyvkar, 2007, pp. 142-143.
Brief biographical information in Russian.
Kuratova Nina Nikitichna // Winners of the Prizes of the Government of the Republic of Komi: biobibliogr. ref. Syktyvkar, 2007, pp. 150-151.
Nina Nikitichna Kuratova // Limerova, V. A. Komi Literature: 7th class of velödchan and lyddysyan of heaven. Syktyvkar, 2009. L. b. 202.
Brief biographical note.
Meetings with the classic: Nina Kuratova was the first listener of Mikhalkov's "Anna-Bath" // Youth of the North. 2009. 10 Sept. P. 13: photo.
About the meetings of Nina Nikitichna Kuratova with the poet Sergei Mikhalkov during his visit to the Komi ASSR in 1939 and her visit to Moscow in 1979
Belykh, I. Petas, vokyas, shondi th tan ... / Ivan Belykh // Komi mu. 2009. 7 July. Per. caption: I believe, brothers, the sun will rise here ...
About the people's writer, a descendant of the first Komi poet Ivan Kuratov.
Kuratova, N. "The most interesting book- life" / Nina Kuratova; interviewer Anna Sivkova // Republic. Feb 19, 2010 S. 12.
Interview with the People's Writer of the Komi Republic.
Electronic resources
Martynov, V. I. Kuratova Nina Nikitichna [ Electronic resource] / V.I. Martynov // Literary Encyclopedia Lands of Komi / V. I. Martynov. Syktyvkar, 2004. - Section: Personalities. - 1 electron. opt. disc (CD-ROM).
Brief biographical information and bibliography.
"Shudtoryöy, kodzulöy": velödchan otsög / Komi Resp. nat. m-o policy; Josös Velödan Federal Agency; "Syktyvkarsa kanmu university" vylys tsupöda ujsikasö velödan state institution; compiled by: E. V. Ostapova, N. V. Ostapov, V. A. Molchanova. - Syktyvkar: Syktyvkar Publishing House. un-ta, 2009. - Per. title: “My happiness, asterisk”: multimedia textbook. allowance.
Dedicated to the work of 12 writers and poets of Komi, incl. Nina Kuratova.
An open literature lesson in the 10th grade of a teacher of the Russian language and literature of the MOU "Secondary School No. 25 with in-depth study of individual subjects named after V.A. Malyshev" in Syktyvkar
Kulikova Irina Leonidovna
Topic: The problem of true humanism in the "Tale of the Fathers" by N.N. Kuratova.
From paternal love to the love of children.
Board design: portrait of N.N. Kuratova, illustrations on the theme "Fathers and Sons".
Most vividly in my memory is the image of my father,
I loved him more than anyone in the world.
N. Kuratova "The Tale of the Fathers"
During the classes
Goals:- Get to know the personality of the first Komi writer - prose writer N.N. Kuratova. Get started with The Tale of the Fathers. Reveal the character traits of Vaska the blacksmith and find out the reasons Great love to him not only own daughter but also other people's children. Understand what true humanism and fatherly love are.
Families of love of humanism Loyalty of fathers and children
teacher's word: The problem of the relationship between fathers and children is characteristic of literature. Before us is the work of a Komi writer. - And in what works of Russian literature does this problem arise? (I.S. Turgenev “Fathers and Sons”, A.S. Pushkin “ Stationmaster”, L.N. Tolstoy “Childhood. Adolescence. Youth", "War and Peace", etc.) teacher question:-What is central problem lead? (The problem of true humanism) Teacher question: There are few heroes in The Tale of the Fathers. Who are they? (Students list the heroes: Vasily the blacksmith, Vasily Ksenofontovich, Daria, Maria, children: Raya, Igor, Larisa, Yurochka).
Teacher question: But still it is called "The Tale of fathers". Why? (More attention is focused on male characters(Vasily the blacksmith and Vasily Ksenofontovich). Teacher question:-Which character is the most interesting? (The character of Vasily the blacksmith). Teacher's word: that's what the hero himself liked to call himself. In the Komi villages, there is an appeal to an adult with the addition of the suffix - K -. In Russian, the appeal "Vaska" has a disparaging connotation, in the Komi it is rather affectionate. Teacher question:- Look at a fragment from the movie "Gypsy" .- What did they notice in common between the hero of the film and the hero of "The Tale of Fathers" (appearance, occupation) (Swarthy, tall, broad-shouldered blue-black curls; both are blacksmiths), Vaska is a blacksmith in the village bears the nickname "gypsies." - Pay attention, even the names of the heroes are the same: Vasily. Slide #2. Basil (Greek) - "royal, regal." He is a man of duty. Having married, he meekly shares the hardships of life, without complaining about his fate. Vasily's responsibility increases after the birth of a child. His affection for children can be compared with the feeling of a mother in terms of the strength of his feelings. Teacher question:- Does the character of the hero match the definition of his name? In what? (Loves daughter, wife, good family man, hard-working). Teacher question:- What did his daughter Raya tell about her feelings for her father after many years, on whose behalf the story is being told? (“The image of my father was most vividly imprinted in my memory, I loved him more than anything in the world”, “I ran after him like a dog”) teacher question:- And the father? How did he treat his daughter? (and he paid her the same love. He called her “titmouse”, “ strong arms he picked up the blacksmith's daughter and threw him high, high, to the very sky"). Teacher's word: The pages of the story convince us: what a happiness it is for a girl to be loved in the family, and especially loved by her father. Teacher question:- What attracts Paradise in his father? (Cheerful disposition, good relations to people, sociability, diligence, strength of the father) Teacher question:-Does Vasily appreciate people? (Consider his relationship with Vasily Ksenofontovich) (In Vasily Ksenofontovich, he sees a well-educated person, sits with him until midnight, admiring his knowledge, dreams of teaching his daughter to become a teacher) Vasily's family is a blacksmith, happy, friendly. teacher question:-What, guys, can destroy a person's happiness, cripple fate on long years? (“War ... She flew in like a whirlwind, swept all adult men out of the village, left only women and children.”) With these words, the writer turns new page the lives of their heroes. Vasily the blacksmith was one of the first to go to the front. Message from the student "Vasily the blacksmith at the front."
Teacher's conclusion: Vasily the blacksmith at the front retained a cheerful disposition, was captured, fled, never complained about his fate in letters, fought along with the Polish partisans against the Nazi invaders. He did not lose his good spirits, even when he lost his arm. A front-line soldier went through both heaven and hell, did not break down, withstood, overcame all obstacles. And again the soldiers are at home. Teacher question: What kind of life did he dream of? (Student answers). -And what did she appear before him? (The front-line soldier was met with new life trials: Daria, his wife, got married). Teacher question: What moral choice did Vasily the blacksmith face? (Student answers) Slide #3
Moral Choice Vaska the blacksmith
Understand, forgive the wife, Reproach the wife for infidelity, leave the new family alone, destroy the peace of the new family teacher question: What choice does the hero make? And why? Teacher question: What qualities does a person need to accept such difficult decision? (Strong love, humanity, the ability to forgive, understand) Teacher's word: Vaska's meeting with Daria after a long separation is a meeting of two loving people who know how to understand each other (Read the passage “I rushed to my father ...”). Teacher question:-How does the Tale of Fathers show the attitude of a daughter to her father at this most difficult moment in her life (He worries, feels sorry for his father, hopes that they will live as before) - Is the father's sudden departure justified? (This is shame for what he did (he beat the teacher Vasily Ksenofontovich), this is not an escape from himself, this is a desire not to interfere new family, which was created in the name of the happiness of children). Teacher's word: Vasily knows how to endure, forgive, love and wait, he never learned to live for the sake of personal well-being. teacher question:-Is it so? Give examples. (Having received news of the death of teacher Vasily Ksenofontovich, he, without hesitation, returns to his homeland to help Daria. His arguments are simple: “You, he says, titmouse, I’m smart, you earn money yourself, you will live without me. And there three hungry mouths. Mother needs help." When Daria passed away, he takes on the responsibility of being a father to completely different children.) teacher question:-Who became Vasily for non-native children? (Father) - Why did you decide so, because the "Tale of the Fathers" does not say anything about how Vasily was able to achieve the love of non-native children: Igor, Larisa and Yurochka? (Children rush to him because of the alarming message about their father's illness , they are busy with one thought: “No, I shouldn’t ... No, no .. We will cure, we won’t let die ...). Teacher question:-What do children feel for their father? (Loyalty, affection, love, without him they feel like orphans) The teacher reads the final lines of the story (the words of Anna's sister). Teacher's word: the whole life of this man, all his qualities, humanity say that he is a real father. Work with comparison table“True humanism in N. Kuratova’s Tale of the Fathers” (The task was given in advance: fill in the first part of the table “How do you understand the meaning of the word“ humanism ”?)
How do you understand the meaning of the word "humanism"
Teacher questions:-How do you understand the word "humanism"? -And what is true humanism? What did you write in the second part of the table? name moral qualities Vasily the blacksmith, which allowed him to adequately get out of the most difficult situation and win the love of children (students list these qualities)
Slide #4. True humanism in "The Tale of the Fathers" by N. Kuratova: kindness, love, responsiveness, the ability to understand, the ability to forgive, great patience, caring for one's neighbor, life for others.
Conclusion: It is these qualities that N. Kuratova means by true humanism. A simple Komi man is endowed with these features. Such fathers are very necessary for children. The strength of their love will be embodied in the love and devotion of children to them. I would sincerely wish that as many girls and boys as possible, when they become adults, would say (see the epigraph): “The image of my father was most vividly imprinted in my memory, I loved him more than anyone in the world.”
Nina Nikitichna (Nikitievna) Kuratova - the first professional Komi writer, was born on February 17, 1930 in the village of Kibra (now the village of Kuratovo) of the Sysolsky district of the Komi Autonomous Region. During the war years, she worked on a collective farm, the Kuratovsky orphanage. After graduating from school in 1946, she entered the Syktyvkar Pedagogical College. From 1949 to 1951 she worked as a kindergarten teacher in Seregovo and Ukhta, then lived with her family in the German Democratic Republic for six years. After returning to her homeland, she again entered a pedagogical job, was a teacher in kindergartens in Inta, Vorkuta, Syktyvkar. Since 1972 - a consultant in the Union of Writers of the Komi Republic. In 1978 she was admitted to the Writers' Union of the USSR.
The path of N. N. Kuratova in literature began with the composition of poems and fairy tales for young pupils, and in 1972 her first book was published - a collection of stories for children - “Koch gosnech” (A hotel from a hare). Currently, Nina Nikitichna has hundreds of children's works published on the pages of the Bee Kin magazine and in separate collections. A sign of the all-Union recognition of N. Kuratova as a children's writer was her book "Let's Get Acquainted and Be Friends" (Moscow, 1984), published by the authoritative publishing house "Children's Literature".
The first "adult" work of N. N. Kuratova appeared in print in 1964. The story “Appassionata” in the journal “Vojvyv kodzuv” (Northern Star) introduced readers to a new author, but already possessing his own literary style of writing: confessional narration, highlighting the inner experiences of the characters, attention to values Everyday life person. With particular force, these features common to all the work of N. N. Kuratova were expressed in her first story “Batyas yylys vist” (The Tale of the Fathers, 1969), in which the theme of war is revealed through a dramatic collision of the personal fate of the heroes who managed to save love in an extreme situation and purity of human relations.
An important stage in the work of N. Kuratova was the book "Radeitana, musa" (What is loved, nice, 1974) and "Bobonyan kor" (Taste of clover, 1983). The author affirms in them simple truths, but necessary for the spiritual "economy" of his contemporary: that evil is powerless before good, that one must live humanly with people, that the family is the main nutritious soil on which human happiness grows. Central characters most of the works in these collections are women. The writer compares the actions of her heroines with folk ideas about a woman as the guardian of the family, the bearer of the age-old worldly wisdom. It is no coincidence that one of the key heroines of N. Kuratova - grandmother Tatiana (the story "Bobonyan kor") - is considered by those around her to be "todys", that is, knowing, in charge. The same popular definition is quite applicable to other female characters, such as Maryushka from the story of the same name, Galina from the story “Kuim vozha poplar” (Poplar with three peaks), Daria from “The Tale of the Fathers”, etc. Their characters are revealed in various dramatic life situations, but all of them are characterized by a heightened desire for goodness, truth, beauty, and it is they who are entrusted by the writer with the upbringing of children. In this sense, the works of N. N. Kuratova can be attributed to a special category of works - the so-called literature of education. It is also important that the role of those brought up in the works of N. N. Kuratova, as a rule, is played by girls. This feature of the character composition is associated with the author's idea, also based on folk wisdom: raising a boy, raising a man; By bringing up a girl, you bring up the future of the people.
A woman is responsible for the moral order in life - this is the writer's thought, therefore she is attentive to women's destinies, but also especially exacting to her heroines and is far from idealizing them. The theme of the impoverishment of the feminine in a woman became the main one in the book “The Gormog Thief” (Wolf's Bast, 1989). Fabulously strong and good in her youth, Marya, the heroine of the book that gave its name to the story. But she remained a widow early, during the war years she worked diligently for empty workdays on the collective farm, and taught the children to cook moonshine - not for the sake of drunken fun, but for the sake of a piece of bread in the house; only this business turned out to be a disaster - the children became drunkards. Type modern woman, who prefers to live in a space of personal comfort, is recreated by N. N. Kuratova in the form of Anna, the heroine of the story with symbolic name"Otka Potka" (Lone Bird). Growing up in an urban environment, she leaves her husband, a rural teacher, and returns to live with her parents, without thinking about the fact that she is depriving her son of fatherly love. And then she lives under the parental wing, so as not to disturb herself with family, other people's concerns for her. Another type of modern woman is Anna's friend Margot: a trade worker, well-groomed, dressed in "deficit", which has become the goal of her life, she looks at the world through the eyes of a shopkeeper. The obtained thing is also a man - her husband, "stealed" from another family for prestige. The next link in the chain is the daughter of Margo, who is looking for a secure and obedient husband. Along with heroines who look like birds of prey, male heroes, weak-willed and weak, are also condemned. There is another row in the story male characters- This raised by grandma Anna's son Victor and his friend Vanya. good sons, they also have the qualities required family life from a male father. The type of male protector, male support is developed by the writer in the future. Yes, reliable guiding star for the hero of the story “Urodik cactus lezoma dzoridz” (Blossoming cactus), included in the collection “Adzislam na tshuk” (See you by all means, 1995), is love: Yegor Filippovich, Yegorsha, devotes a lot of energy to leadership work at the mine, but clearly realizes that the main source of these forces is the beloved woman, the family. The story contains many details from the industrial life of a coal mine and at the same time is very lyrical.
One of the first in the Komi literature N. N. Kuratova turned to the topic of "man and the state." The unjustifiedness of Stalinist repressions, the indifference to the person of the state, which declared the happiness of citizens as its goal, is revealed by the writer in a number of works and especially vividly in the story “Syod sinyasa tominik nyv” (A young girl with black eyes), the heroine of which found herself in the camp only because She couldn't leave her loved ones.
The heroes of N. N. Kuratova grow up with her. In the works that made up her books “Yoktigtyryi tuvchchomoy” (To walk, dancing, 2002), “Menam dona sikotsh-necklace” (My precious necklace, 2009), the narration is conducted by a person who has a great life experience. The connection of generations, which cannot be lost, is the main leitmotif of these collections.
N. N. Kuratova - Honored Worker of Culture of the Komi Republic (1980), Laureate of the State Prize named after I. A. Kuratov (1987), People's Writer of the Komi Republic (2001), Honored Worker of Culture Russian Federation (2010).
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Nina Kuratova
OLD PHOTO
On poor, thin, non-glossy paper, the image is gray, pale, barely noticeable. A woman with a child. Mom... And on the back there is also a faded inscription, but it is still readable, it can be seen that it was written by a child's hand:
"For a long time and good memory dear Vasileyushka from his wife Anna and son. 1942, August 16."
How many years the card has been in the album, and today I suddenly see it - in the dustbin!
I hold the photo in front of me, I look at my daughter-in-law and son in confusion.
“They sorted through the photos and threw them away,” the son says calmly. - Nothing can be disassembled, everything is burned out. Yes and...
He didn’t finish, he glanced at the card, but he didn’t look at me.
“Burned out... Thrown away...” As unnecessary, ugly, useless and even, probably, ugly...
"Knocked out"...
I groped my way to the table by the window, sat down as if I were watching TV. I don't even see the photo, although it's on the table in front of me. First - out of resentment, and then - out of annoyance at oneself: how so! - for many years I did not find time to tell, at least to my son, at least in childhood, what kind of photo this is! That it didn’t appear by the way and then walked, traveled around the world - was it the way? .. However, maybe because she didn’t tell that it was scary: after all, the father, perhaps because of this photograph and ... Although ... What if we made it all up?
When I began to remember myself well, there were already four of us with my father and mother. In those days - not a lot, but not a little. And all four are girls. White-headed, strong, but - only girls. I am the oldest. I remember well how my mother gave birth to the fourth daughter. I ran out onto the porch and shouted joyfully to my girlfriends, boasting to the whole street:
- And we have a little one! And we have a little one!
And I remembered how the women, chatting nearby, seemed to brush aside my joy, growled displeasedly, and they don’t give a damn that I hear them:
- This Vaska in Anna seems to be a healthy man, but he can’t make a guy!
More than once I later heard how my father was called in the eyes, chuckling, a scammer. And he answered cheerfully:
“Don’t your sons need brides?” I try for you! Master!
He, of course, wanted to have a son, I saw it. But he loved us girls even more because of this. I remember gently stroking with his huge hand:
- How glorious you are, my little white mushrooms ...
If he walks around the village, we will always be with him: two hang on it, the third is nearby ... Whether he digs potatoes, we are all right there, each with a wooden spatula, the daughter is smaller - the spatula is smaller. Every year my father made brand new blades for us, and they were like a dear gift: “Dad did it!” Whether they cut firewood - again everyone is next to their father: who drags a little wood into the barn, who is stronger - a whole block of wood, and I, the eldest, am allowed to saw, although what kind of sawyer I was, just consider holding on to the handle of the saw ... And Even my father took me fishing. As soon as the river opens, it already calls:
- Olenka! Shall we go? Maybe we'll catch it by ear.
Three kilometers to the river. My father's knapsack is swaying measuredly in front of me, and I, with my head up, look at her, trying not to fall behind, and so on - until I stumble, I plop. Father will stop, smile, take his hand, and now I am running next to him in the middle of the road, and immediately - how wide in the world! The sun is setting. The riverside meadow is clean, clean and already turning green. But the wind here, in the open, is still cold and angry, you almost suffocate from it. And finally, a twist over the river. Far below, spring wide water boils and boils. It's really cold out here on the slope. The father stops at someone's not quite extinct fire, with the toe of his boot he shifts the scattered firebrands back into the fire.
“Gather what is dry and feed the fire,” he tells me. - And I'll cut down a stake for sack, bark it.
Satisfied, I run along the shore, warm myself, drag and put any miner into the fire, just to burn, and my father is already fastening a brand new white pole to the sack.
- Let `s start? - and suddenly with a sigh: - And why are you Olya, and not Oleksan?
And now small okushki and roach-horn are already trembling on the shore, squinting steeply wriggling. My job, of course, is the most important - I sort out what my father throws out of the sack. Okushkov here, dry knot - back to the river, raft here, wet mud - back to the river. My hands are red, the plumage of the perch and the eyes of the horned, too: it must be, there, under water, oh, how cold! I'm jumping up and down with excitement.
- What a big pike! Mom will bake cherinyan out of it!
And my echo from across the river lazily responds to my cry.
Cherinyan is a fisherman.
My father looks at me and smiles. His collar is unbuttoned, the sleeves of his quilted jacket are wet, and a lock of blond hair that has come out from under his hat is also wet.
My father took me fishing in the summer. And he also praised - and for quickness, and most importantly - that I'm not afraid of any mosquitoes ... Mother will hear the praise and nod in agreement:
- Yes, she is a good helper, we are growing, thank God!
And shut up and breathe.
Only later, much later, did I understand her sadness: the son, whom the father had been waiting for, was still gone.
- Guy, Annushka, bring your son! - pleadingly put his father's hand on her shoulder, sending her to the fifth birth, and there was so much in his whisper that my child's heart was torn with pity and love for him. With a childish mind, I understood that for some reason the mother did not want to give birth to a boy. And I even seemed to be angry with her for this: well, why doesn’t she want if dad asks! But she was also offended by her father: that he was all a boy and a boy, as if I were not his assistant!
For the sixth birth, I accompanied my mother to the hospital, my father was not at home, I took the grain to the mill. We went out with my mother from the house - everything is fine. But at the hospital porch she suddenly burst into tears.
- Mother! What? Mother! I got scared.
- Again, the girl will jump out. My father... will die of grief!
- And you're a little boy! I say, jabbing my finger at the button on her belly.
She fell silent, calmed down, stroked me:
- You are my clever ... Run home, no matter what they did there.
- Don't you cry! You'll see - there will be a brother!
"Top-tep!" - Large dripped from the roof to my mother's head. She smiled again, and I rushed home, turning off the road into the first thaw patches, confident that this time everything would be all right. And she shouted to her sisters from the threshold:
- And our mother will soon bring a brother!
They say that children's words are prophetic... The little sisters fell asleep in the evening, and I myself was already dozing off, when suddenly there was a knock on the porch.
- Dad has arrived! I jumped up.
- Vaska-leshak! Sleeping, not listening! She gave birth to a son! Born in a shirt, will be happy!
Father returned from the mill in the morning, woke me up quietly:
- Where is mom?
“My brother’s mom brought me,” I say, opening my eyes with difficulty. And the father looks and does not believe. The jersey is covered in flour, the hat with earflaps is crumpled in the hand.
- Are you cheating?
That spring was not only for my father, but also for all of us the happiest. And the father - he became winged. No matter how much you have worked out for an endless spring day, you are still running from work, radiant, cheerful, your face is red from the sun, and your eyes are like a sunny sky. And we are waiting for him, and now one of us was the first to see:
- Bapko is coming!
And - towards! And everyone wants to be in his arms! And how can we, five of us, be picked up?! Here, I remember, my father gets on all fours, the younger Katenka pulls him by the hair - as if a horse, as if in a rein, and we, the rest, are on horseback:
- But, but, Sivka-burka! Go!
- And how do you, Vasily, not get bored with something? - the neighbor shouts from behind the fence, either condemning, or envious. The neighbors don't have children, their yard is always quiet.
Near the porch, the father pulls off his boots and shirt, washes his face for a long time and noisily, and finally opens the door to the hut, goes on tiptoe to the hut. Having thrown back the old colorful sundress, under which our brother Vastol sleeps, he looks at him, sleeping, for a long time and seriously, almost without smiling. He will cover, ask his mother quietly:
- Not crying?
- Thank God no! - the mother will answer cheerfully and loudly. Our nannies don't complain!
Mamuk, too, like her father, ruddy from a spring tan, busies herself, light and fast, preparing dinner. Barefooted, in a clean chintz apron, and a chintz scarf of the same kind - she is so festive, as if she is waiting for guests. But she herself is also at work all day, she also just came in, she only managed to feed the baby.
- Zinuk! Mom commands. - Cover the table with a tablecloth. And you, Manya, bring the spoons. Where is Katya? Again on the street? Bring her, Olya, bring her! Has anyone forgotten to wash their hands?
And she herself pulled out a cast-iron with brew from the oven, cut the bread.
It was not customary to invite us to the table twice, everyone sat down quickly. And they ate not somehow, but as if they were doing a job. Only Katya, holding her on his knees, the father will help - so that food does not get past her mouth.
But since Vastol was born, I began to go fishing very rarely - where can you run away from your brother. And then one day ... Well, isn't it a shame that I was not with my father ?! He left one day after dinner... And he returned - only in the morning. Tattered, scratched, her hands are covered in blood, and over her shoulder she is so prickly that it’s scary to approach: her tail drags along the ground behind her father, her head in front to the ground.
- Blessed Christos! - Mom exclaimed in fright, and father smiles, staggering from fatigue.
And there was not a person in our village who would not come to look at the miracle fish.
- Oh, Satan! Maybe it's the king of fish? - says some man, moving his spread fingers along the slippery scales in order to measure the length of the pike.
“No,” replies the other. - Not a king! The king, they say, moss grows on his back, green!
On the side, the women gossip superstitiously:
“It’s not good, women! Kidas! In Udora, a fox ran up to my aunt right on the porch and sits. "Don't shoot, drive away! the aunt cries to her husband. “Kidas it is!” And he didn't listen. And then, in the same year, as it happened! Fisted ... One aunt now. This pike is not good, women. Kidas!
- How not to good! mother laughs. - I'll bake cherinyan, the whole village come, everyone will have enough! That's good!
This large festive gathering in our house that spring was already the second - for the first time the whole village came to us for the christening of Vastol. And no one thought how soon they would have to get together again ...
- And who are you leaving us for? Where am I with such a horde? - lamented, choking with tears, the mother, crouching against her father's chest. And our neighbor, already fully prepared for the war, spoke quietly, looking at his mother:
- Yes, brother ... It's cleaner than that pike. If her mouth is not shut up in time ...
A neighbor before sending was not sitting in his quiet childless house, but with us. And his wife stood at her hedge, silently buried her hand in her hand, her husband's knapsack at her feet ...
Since then, the village has been left without peasants. But life, as before, was different for everyone. At the neighbor’s, you see, in the morning the stove is still not heated, and our mother is already in a hurry from the forest, dragging a full motley of mushrooms: to feed us, so many mouths, we need something! In the evening, almost the whole village is already sleeping, and my mother is bending over at the oil lamp, patching up the linen - the clothes are on fire for all of us, as for the most desperate boys, you will not rejoice.
The first letter from my father came from Vologda, the second from the Volkhov front. He wrote a lot - you need to ask about everyone, bow to everyone, and the handwriting was small. And the paper is bad - not to read with my mother's eyes, it was my dear business. On this occasion, the mother lit a kerosene lamp with glass. And she herself, hushed, next to her. I read it, she nods gratefully and says:
- Come on, paws, one more time. Dear, I have not deprived anyone of a bow. Bored...
I read it again, and my mother, I look, is already dozing, she has been tired for the day.
- You, mother, are not listening ...
He will shake himself, will lead an exhausted head:
- Well, I'm listening. Read on, my dear...
So sometimes we read two or three times ...
And then a card came from my father. Filmed in the forest. Elye is deaf behind and an unfamiliar soldier nearby, very young. My father wrote that this was Efremov, a student from Leningrad, his friend, and very intelligent, understands in a nonchalant way, also a signalman. It was evident that his father was proud of his friendship with Efremov ... Both of them - in the same tunics and without hats. In his father's hand is a coil of wire, at his feet is a large coil.
Mother looked at the card for a long time, sighed that her father had lost weight, then said:
- We should also take a picture and send him a card. Where is today!
And as if her words were heard!
There was a harvest, but my mother hurt her hand so much that the sickle did not hold, she had to carry sheaves. I am here - her first assistant, because Vastol had already risen to his feet, my younger sisters were already busy with him. On that day, we drove home to have lunch for a minute and rushed back to the field. I'm shaking in the middle of the cart, holding on with all my might. Look: the lame Yegor comes out of the Kusprom hut, a tripod on his shoulder.
- Yogoryushko! Oh how you need! - stopped the horse's mother.
- Everyone needs it. There is no material,” the photographer replied sullenly. He, lame, used to often appear in the village with his apparatus, then disappeared, and now again - here he is.
- Cute! Just click once! At least send a son to his father!
- We will find, if one thing ...
- So sit down! - the mother was delighted and turned the cart home. - But, but, Father!
But neither Vastol nor the sisters were in our yard, nowhere nearby, the chicken-guys managed to escape somewhere!
Oh, and the mother was upset:
- Well, isn't it a robbery team? Let's go to the river! Run Olya! And you, Yogorushko, rest a bit, we'll find it now. Drink kvass from the heat!
Mother rushed to look at the nearby houses, I ran to the river and into the nearby raspberries, shouted, called - as if they had fallen through the ground! How could I guess, that's why I didn't find it because I was screaming: in the pea field, our little ones stuffed their bellies, they heard me and hid so that they wouldn't find me.
- Wow! - already almost wailed mother. “Maybe they aren’t even alive?” Well, go somewhere else!
Mom doesn't seem to think about taking pictures anymore; and people gathered in the yard: still, after all, the photographer is from somewhere in the pre-war period! And the old women are here with children in their arms, and the boys, everyone is interested.
And when Yegor got up to leave, one of the grandmothers approached her mother, her granddaughter extended her:
- Yours will not go anywhere, they will come running. And you can take off with mine. Hold on. They are similar to Vastol. Yes, year-olds differ a lot from each other, if they don’t even look alike! It won't show up on the card at all. Send Vasily - joy to him.
Egor was startled:
- Take the boy! And next time I will come - I will definitely take pictures of everyone! I say this with all authority!
Mother and there, and here - well, how is it ?! But there is nothing to do, she grabbed someone else's child. And at the very tears ...
- No no! the photographer protested. - Shine a smile! Remove tears! That's it!.. Removed!
And soon fellow travelers from the region brought this photo, and we sent it to the front. And they began to wait.
- God! mother sighed. - I deceived my family. That's a sin...
There were no letters from my father this time for a long, long time. And when, finally, the answer came, for some reason, the father did not even mention the photograph.
And then... It's scary to remember... Vastol got sick with diarrhea and died. Son, continuation of the surname ...
- It's all my fault! I deceived my father at the front! God punished me! - not remembering herself, the mother shouted when they took her away from Vastolina's grave.
And after all, not only my mother thought so, but in my heart, too. And still ... Forgive me, my mother ...
From this misfortune they did not come to their senses, as the funeral came to my father ...
That's all. That's all...
And then, five years after the war, we received an envelope with this photograph. And there was nothing else in the envelope, even a word. And instead of the return address: "Leningrad, Efremov" ...
... The TV is mumbling, it's day outside the window, but it's dark, dark ...
Thrown away, burned out!
How is it, son? After all, you also have a son, what if he asks? Or won't he ask?
From the book "Wolf's Bast" Moscow, publishing house "Sovremennik", 1989.
about the author
Danilova Oksana Grigorievna,
teacher of Russian language and literature,
secondary school №21 with in-depth study
German, Syktyvkar
DEVELOPMENT OF A LITERATURE LESSON "PEOPLE GIVING GOOD". (ACCORDING TO THE STORY OF N. N. KURATOVA "A Fistful of the Sun")
Today the world is pragmatic, the best are in the background human qualities: kindness, compassion, understanding. This is the concern of the Komi writer Nina Nikitichna Kuratova. Her focus is female characters, female destinies, problems of duty and happiness. In her works, the writer claims that happiness is not easy, the path to it lies through trials and pain. It suffices to name such novels and stories of hers: “Poplar with three peaks”, “Taste of clover”, “Lonely Bird”, etc., where the author explores the fate of her heroines.
I bring to the attention of my pupils a touching story by Nina Kuratova “A Handful of the Sun”. Why did you choose this particular story? - main character- our contemporary, Komi girl, radiant, with a subtle sensual nature, giving her kindness free of charge to all those around her. Lidochka is close to my ninth graders with her spontaneity, faith in love, in the possibility of happiness. The plot is perceived with great interest by teenagers: will the groom of our "sunny" heroine be found, will she go after him.
The story begins with a description of the extraordinary purity of fluffy snow. Already with this, the author wants to tell about the exceptional spiritual purity of the girl difficult fate, other heroines of the work.
It is no coincidence that Nina Kuratova tells about an orphanage girl, the heroine has not hardened her soul, has not become isolated, on the contrary, she radiates warmth and is able to love the whole world. The author compares Lidochka with a handful of the sun and strives for every reader not only to feel it, but also to discover these wonderful qualities in themselves.
Having become acquainted with the story "A Handful of the Sun", students themselves determine its moral problems: the struggle between good and evil, love, fidelity and cowardice. Most adolescents are susceptible to other people's grief, injustice, they are convinced: goodness does not die, nobility, love, self-sacrifice, generosity are eternal. Students correctly identify the writer's call: "Hurry to do good deeds!"
I have no doubt that after reading the story, we will be imbued with deep respect for the wonderful heroes who give people light and mercy, we will understand how terrible evil is if we put up with it.
In introductory remarks The teacher should use the following biographical material about our amazing Komi writer, who has been recognized not only in Russia, but also abroad.
N.N. Kuratova was born on February 17, 1930 in the village of Kuratovo, Sysolsky District of the Komi Republic, into a peasant family. Her childhood coincided with the war. Early left without parents. I studied at school, I had to work at the same time on a collective farm or as a night nanny in an orphanage as a teacher. Working with children fascinated the future writer, she graduated from the Syktyvkar Pedagogical School, worked as a teacher in kindergartens in our cities: Ukhta, Inta, Syktyvkar. Lived in the GDR for five years.
Nina Kuratova began to try the pen at school, but to a serious literary work returned much later. In 1964, her first story, Appassionata, was published in the Northern Star magazine, which received positive reviews from readers and critics.
The writer's Peru owns dozens of short stories published in Syktyvkar and Moscow. The heroes of her books are countrymen, workers of the Komi villages. For children, N. N. Kuratova wrote the books "Hare's Gift", "Let's be friends and get to know each other."
In 1978 she was admitted to the Writers' Union of the USSR. In 1980 she was awarded the title of Honored Worker of the Komi ASSR. The bright, well-considered language, the originality of Nina Kuratova's works are close to everyone who came into contact with her work both in her native Komi Republic and beyond. Now N. N. Kuratova lives in her native village of Kuratovo.
Let us analyze the problem of morality raised by the author in the story from the point of view of the characters on the surrounding reality.
-How does the story begin? What epithets did you pay attention to? (Description of a winter morning "Snow is light, fluffy ... renew the world ... primordial whiteness ... downy lightness.")
Why do you think the author gives us these descriptions? (The author emphasizes the consonance between the state of nature and our heroine, the narrator-medical worker who was on duty all night in the hospital.)
- And what is the mood of the narrator Stepanovna? (p. 230, 2 para.)
Teacher. And then the author of the story asks the question: “Is the snow the cause of supposedly causeless joy, or did the joy itself, living in the soul, open its (snow) charms to the eyes? (Read page 230). “It happens all of a sudden ...” “I hardly realized on this snow-white morning that I was happy because of Lidochka.”
Teacher. So we came to the solution of the elated mood of the narrator-nurse, work that is hard, and even more so at night). - Did the health worker do the right thing when she made Lidochka stop crying loudly in the ward? (Yes, she must take care of all the sick.) - What feeling did Anna Stepanovna herself experience? (It’s a pity that she seemed to have offended Lidochka. “I executed myself all night ... I thought about how she would enter the ward where Lidochka was.”) - What conclusion does Anna Stepanovna make when she finds out about Lidochka’s joy - the groom’s letter? (p. 233 “You don’t know…”).
So, the bright, worthy heroine in the story of Nina Kuratova is a health worker, on whose behalf the story is told.
Teacher. But as is often the case, good side by side with evil. Who in the story is the bearer of this evil? Skin, it seems, we feel such people. So Stepanovna does not know what to do when meeting with the Kalinovskys, but she said with sincere friendliness: “ Good morning". And what did you hear? How dramatically did her condition change after meeting with these, so to speak, people? (p. 234. “But the heart… the third floor…”) Which case of school life did Stepanovna remember her son? (Students' story).
Why did the mother rejoice and worry about her son? (Honest, fair, able to fight evil, but "unrestrained, quick-tempered.")
Teacher. But evil is there. Is it not only the Kalinovskys themselves, but also their son? Prove it. (At school, he insulted the teacher, messes around, strums the guitar when his peers study or work, insults Anna Stepanovna’s son with “okhlomon”, slanders Misha vilely, with malice, informs the neighbor that Misha crushed a person).
Teacher. From such a message, Stepanovna's hands "turned blue, like those of a dead man" and she herself ended up in a hospital bed. The unexpected, terrible and unfair (as it turned out) news made Stepanovna, already as a patient, see even more kind hearts those whom he treats, his own son, who not only did not run over someone, but "picked up the bleeding man - and to the hospital." Stepanovna calmed down somewhat when she learned that her son not only did not commit a misconduct, but showed nobility in saving the victim.
- So who is Lidochka, who has such a magical effect on people, helping them overcome pain and suffering, live light and joyfully, no matter what? Let's find her portrait (p. 231, paragraph 1). What is the author of the story emphasizing? (The girl “... with an angelic pretty face. “Cheerful, agile ...”. She was brought up in an orphanage, she herself saw little warmth and affection ...). - What is her strength? (“He knows how to talk to everyone ... our Lidochka ...”)
Teacher: Because, probably, the girl has many friends, there is a groom who brings many gifts, which she immediately gives to everyone.
-What episode from the story confirms that Lidochka knows how not only to love, but also to suffer deeply? (A student's story about a quarrel between a girl and her fiancé and how hard the heroine is going through, unable to restrain herself, cries loudly.)
-When the heroine Once again shows attention to people, gives them warmth? (Lidochka, having learned about Stepanovna's illness, visits her in the hospital.)
Teacher. The author again resorts to the description of nature. (Find in the text on p. 237). Spring comes and gives the morning, "quiet, full of sunshine."
What does the author compare his character to? (Next to the story about the “spring-beauty” there is a description of joy in the guise of a beautiful girl). Lidochka comes with coltsfoot flowers and a bundle. She, dividing the bouquet in half, gives flowers to her grandmother Varvara and Stepanovna, puts a bundle with gifts. Then she is sad, but immediately smiled, “well, what do you need a clear sun from behind the clouds.”)
Teacher. Read the description of Lidochka's farewell to Grandmother Varvara and Anna Stepanovna (p. 238 "I hugged, gave.")
Did the heroine cry from happiness? Why did she hide her misfortune from Grandma Varvara? (I decided not to disturb them, not to upset them, but to preserve their health.)
How does Lidochka act in connection with the conclusion of the groom? Is she right about this? (Students express their thoughts.)
But, and the heroine's fiancé, will he appreciate her sacrifice, will he reconsider his unworthy deeds? (There may be a small dispute of students here.)
How does N.N. Kuratova, the author of the story, her favorite heroine, with what does she compare? (P. 239, last paragraph “Well, let her be there too ... a handful of the sun ...”)
Why do you think the story is called "A Fistful of the Sun"? Is it only Lidochka that radiates warmth of soul, which N. Kuratova compares with a handful of the sun? (Bright, sincere images in the story are Anna Stepanovna, and grandmother Varvara, who is so worried about her daughter-in-law and grandchildren, although she herself is weak, and Anna Stepanovna’s son Misha, who will always do good, like his mother. How much depends on the family : kind, decent parents, as a rule, have the same children.) Teacher. Collection of novels and stories by N.N. Kuratova is named the same way as the story, because in it (in the collection) the writer seems to have thrown out from under her own palm and writer's pen many bright, beautiful people with their kindness. And evil must be punished. I would like to always thank our Komi writer Nina Nikitichna Kuratova for her wonderful moral novels and stories.
What does the story teach? (Goodness, nobility, love, self-sacrifice will never die.)
I think that this truth is hardly worth questioning.
As homework I give an essay on topics that make teenagers look around themselves, find worthy, kind people.
A person (people) from my life, worthy of emulation. Why?
What qualities do I value in people? Why?
Bibliography.
Kuratova N.N. A handful of sun. Leads and stories. - Syktyvkar: Komi book publishing house, 1980. S. 230-239.
