The plot of the story is a horse with a pink mane of astafievs. Victor Petrovich Astafiev horse with a pink mane
Events take place in a village on the banks of the Yenisei.
The grandmother promised her grandson that if he picks up strawberries in the forest, she will sell them in the city and buy him a gingerbread - a white horse with a pink mane and tail.
“You can put a gingerbread under your shirt, run around and hear how the horse kicks its hooves into its bare stomach. Chilling with horror - lost - grab his shirt and be convinced with happiness - here he is, here the horse-fire!
The owner of such a gingerbread is honored and respected by children. The boy tells (the story is told in the first person) about the "Levontief" children - the children of a neighbor-lumberjack.
When the father brings money for the forest, there is a feast in the house. Levontiy's wife, aunt Vasenya, is "a mess" - when she repays her debts, she will always hand over a ruble, or even two. Doesn't like to count money.
Grandmother does not respect them: they are not respectable people. They don’t even have a bathhouse - they wash in the bathhouse of their neighbors.
Levontius was once a sailor. Rocked the shaky with the youngest and sang a song:
Sailed down the akiyan
From Africa sailor,
Baby obezyanu
He brought in a box...
In the village, every family has “its own”, crown song, which deeper and more fully expressed the feelings of this and no other relatives. “To this day, as soon as I remember the song “The Monk Fell in Love with a Beauty,” I see Bobrovsky Lane and all the Bobrovskys, and goosebumps scatter on my skin from shock.”
The boy loves his neighbor, loves his song about the "obezyanu" and cry together with everyone over her unfortunate fate, loves to feast among the kids. Grandmother is angry: “There is nothing to eat these proletarians!”
However, Levontiy liked to drink, and when he had drunk, “he beat the remnants of glass in the windows, cursed, rattled, and cried.
The next morning, he was glassing the windows with shards, repairing the benches, the table, and was full of remorse.”
With the children of Uncle Levontius, the hero went to the strawberries. The boys were playing around, throwing disheveled birch bark tueskas at each other.
The older (on this trip) brother began to scold the younger ones, a girl and a boy, for eating berries, and not picking them for the house. The brothers had a fight, the berries spilled out of the copper teapot, where the elder was picking them.
Suppressed in the fight all the berries.
Then the elder began to eat berries. “Scratched, with bumps on his head from fights and various other causes, with chicks on his arms and legs, with red, bloodied eyes, Sanka was more harmful and meaner than all the Levontievsky guys.”
And then they knocked out the main character, they took it “weakly”. Trying to prove that he was neither a greedy nor a coward, the boy poured out his almost full tues on the grass: "Eat!"
“I got only a few tiny, bent berries with greenery. Pity the berries. Sad.
Anguish in the heart - it anticipates a meeting with a grandmother, a report and calculation. But I put on despair, waved my hand at everything - now it doesn't matter. I rushed along with the Levontievsky children downhill, to the river, and boasted:
“I’ll steal kalach from my grandmother!”
The hooliganism of the boys is cruel: they caught and tore a fish to pieces “for its ugly appearance”, they killed a swallow with a stone.
Sanka runs into a dark cave and assures that he saw evil spirit- "cave brownie".
The Levontievsky guys mock the boy: “Oh, your grandmother will fly you!” They taught him to fill the tuesok with grass, and lay a layer of berries on top.
- You are my child! Grandmother wailed when, trembling with fear, I handed her the vessel. - Lord helped you, Lord! I'll buy you a gingerbread, the biggest one. And I won’t pour your berries to my own, I’ll take you away right in this box ...
Sanka threatens to tell everything to his grandmother and the hero has to steal a few rolls from his only teacher (he is an orphan) so that Sanka "gets drunk".
The boy decides to tell his grandmother everything in the morning. But early in the morning she sailed to the city to sell berries.
The hero goes fishing with Sanka and the younger children, they catch fish and fry it on a fire. Eternally hungry children eat a poor catch almost raw.
The boy again thinks about his misdeed: “Why did you listen to the Levontievskys? Look how good it was to live ... Maybe the boat will capsize and grandmother will drown? No, it's better if it doesn't tip over. Mom drowned. I am now an orphan. Unhappy person. And there is no one to pity me.
Only a drunken Levonty regrets, and even grandfather - and that’s all, grandmother only screams, no, no, yes, yes, she will give in - she won’t be late. The main thing is that there is no grandfather. Grandpa is on the fence. He wouldn't let me hurt you."
Here again the fish begins to peck - yes it bites well. In the midst of biting to the place fishing a boat is heading, where, among others, a grandmother is sitting. The boy takes to his heels and goes to "cousin brother Kesha, Uncle Vanya's son, who lived here, on the upper edge of the village."
Aunt Fenya fed the boy, asked questions about everything, took him by the hand and took him home.
She began to talk with her grandmother, and the boy huddled in the pantry.
The aunt is gone. “The floorboards did not creak in the hut, the grandmother did not walk. Tired. Not a short way to the city! Eighteen miles, and with a knapsack It seemed to me that if I pity my grandmother, think well of her, she will guess about it and forgive me everything. Come and forgive. Well, once and click, so what's the trouble! For such a thing, and more than once you can ... "
The boy remembers how deep his grandmother was in grief when his mother drowned. For six days they could not take the weeping old woman away from the shore. She kept hoping that the river would have mercy and bring her daughter back alive.
In the morning, the boy who fell asleep in the pantry heard his grandmother telling someone in the kitchen:
- ... A cultured lady, in a hat. "I'll buy all these berries."
Please, please. Berries, I say, an orphan mountain collected mice ...
It turns out that grandfather came from the castle. Grandmother scolds him for being too indulgent: "Sweater!"
A lot of people come in and the grandmother tells everyone that her grandson has “made it”. This does not in the least prevent her from doing household chores: she rushed back and forth, milked the cow, drove her to the shepherd, shook out the rugs, and did various things of her own.
The grandfather consoles the boy, advises him to go to confession. The boy is walking Apologize.
“And my grandmother shamed me! And she denounced! Only now, having understood to the end into what a bottomless abyss roguery has plunged me and what "crooked path" it will take me yet, if I took up the shambles so early, if I reached out for robbery after dashing people, I already roared, not just repenting, but frightened that he was gone, that there was no forgiveness, no return ... "
The boy is ashamed and scared. And suddenly...
Grandmother called him and he saw: “a white horse with pink mane.
Take it, take it, what are you looking at? You look, for that, even when you curse your grandmother ...
How many years have passed since then! How many events have passed. My grandfather is no longer alive, my grandmother is no more, and my life is coming to an end, but I still can’t forget my grandmother’s gingerbread - that marvelous horse with a pink mane.
Retelling plan
1. Gingerbread "horse" - the dream of all village kids.
2. Family life of Uncle Levontiy and Aunt Vasenya.
3. Children go to pick strawberries.
4. Fight brothers Levontiev.
5. The boy and the Levontiev children eat strawberries.
6. Games on the Malaya River.
7. Deception. Theft of rolls.
8. A gang of guys goes fishing.
9. Pangs of conscience.
10. Return of the grandmother.
11. The boy, not wanting to return home, goes to his cousin Keshka.
12. Aunt Fenya takes the hero home and talks to his grandmother.
13. Night in the pantry.
14. Return of the grandfather. Grandmother forgives her grandson and gives him the treasured gingerbread.
retelling
The hero of the work is an orphan, he lives with his grandmother and grandfather. We learn that a horse with a pink mane is an extraordinary gingerbread, the dream of all village children. The hero's grandmother promises to buy this gingerbread by selling strawberries, which the boy will have to pick. This simple task becomes a real test for him, because he has to go with the neighbors, the children of Uncle Levontiy and Aunt Vasenya.
Uncle Levontiy's family lives poorly, but brightly. When he receives a salary, not only them, but also all the neighbors are covered by some kind of "restlessness, fever." Aunt Vasenya quickly distributes debts, and one day everyone recklessly walks, and after a few days they again have to borrow. Their attitude towards
life is shown through the attitude to the house, in which "there were only children and nothing else." Their windows are somehow glazed (they are knocked out quite often by a drunken father), in the middle of the hut there is a “spread out” stove. These details emphasize that Uncle Levontiy's family lives as it should, without hesitation.
The hero of the story, being next to the Levontievsky children, falls under their influence. He becomes a witness to the fight of the brothers. The older one is dissatisfied with the fact that the younger ones are not so much picking strawberries as eating them. As a result, everything collected is eaten. They bully, saying that the narrator is afraid of the grandmother and is greedy. Wanting to prove otherwise, the boy gives them all the collected berries. This a turning point in his behavior, since then he does everything like they do, he becomes one of the "Levontev horde". He already steals rolls for them, ruins someone else's garden, deceives: on the advice of Sanka, he fills the tuyesok with grass, and sprinkles strawberries on top of the grass.
Fear of punishment, pangs of conscience do not let him sleep. The boy does not tell the truth, and the grandmother leaves to sell berries. The pangs of conscience are becoming stronger, nothing pleases the hero: neither the fishing he went on with the Levontievskys, nor the new ways to get out of the situation proposed by Sanka. It turns out that peace and tranquility in the soul are the best blessings in the world. The boy, who does not know how to make amends, asks his grandmother for forgiveness on the advice of his grandfather. And suddenly he finds himself in front of the same gingerbread, which he did not even hope to get: “How many years have passed since then! How many events have passed! And I still can’t forget my grandmother’s gingerbread - that marvelous horse with a pink mane.
The boy receives a gift because his grandmother wishes him well, loves him, wants to support him, seeing his mental suffering. You cannot teach a person to be kind without giving him your kindness.
My grandmother sent me to the hillside for strawberries, along with the neighborhood kids. She promised: if I pick up a full tuesok, she will sell my berries along with hers and buy me a “horse gingerbread”. Gingerbread in the form of a horse with a mane, tail and hooves covered in pink icing ensured the honor and respect of the boys of the entire village and was their cherished dream.
I went to the hillside together with the children of our neighbor Levontiy, who worked in logging. Approximately once every fifteen days, “Levontiy received money, and then in the neighboring house, where there were only children and nothing else, a feast began with a mountain,” and Levontiy’s wife ran around the village and repaid her debts. On such days, I made my way to the neighbors by all means. Grandma didn't let me. “There is nothing to eat these proletarians,” she said. Levontius welcomed me willingly and pitied me like an orphan. The money earned by the neighbor quickly ran out, and aunt Vasya again ran around the village, borrowed money.
The Levontiev family lived in poverty. There was no household around their hut, they even washed with their neighbors. Every spring they surrounded the house with a miserable tyn, and every autumn it went to kindling. To grandmother's reproaches, Levontiy, a former sailor, answered that he "loves the settlement."
With the Levontievsky "eagles" I went to the top, to earn money for a horse with a pink mane. I had already taken a few glasses of strawberries when the Levontievsky guys started a fight - the elder noticed that the rest were picking berries not in dishes, but in their mouths. As a result, all the prey was scattered and eaten, and the guys decided to go down to the Fokinsky River. It was then that they noticed that I still had strawberries. Levontievsky Sanka knocked me out to eat it “weakly”, after which I, along with the others, went to the river.
The fact that my dishes are empty, I remembered only in the evening. It was embarrassing and scary to return home with an empty cupboard, “my grandmother, Katerina Petrovna, is not Vasya’s aunt, you won’t get rid of her with lies, tears and various excuses.” Sanka taught me: to push herbs into the tues, and sprinkle a handful of berries on top. This is the trick I brought home.
My grandmother praised me for a long time, but she didn’t pour the berries - she decided to take them to the city right in the tueska for sale. On the street, I told everything to Sanka, and he demanded a kalach from me - as payment for silence. I didn’t get off with one roll, I dragged it until Sanka ate. I didn’t sleep at night, I was tormented - and I deceived my grandmother, and stole kalachi. Finally, I decided to get up in the morning and confess everything.
When I woke up, I found that I overslept - my grandmother had already left for the city. I regretted that my grandfather's zaimka was so far from the village. Grandpa's is good, quiet, and he wouldn't let me offend. Having nothing to do, I went fishing with Sanka. After a while I saw a large boat coming out from behind the cape. My grandmother was sitting in it and shaking her fist at me.
I returned home only in the evening and immediately darted into the pantry, where a temporary “bed of rugs and an old saddle” was “arranged”. Curled up, I felt sorry for myself and thought about my mother. Like her grandmother, she went to the city to sell berries. One day, the overloaded boat capsized and my mother drowned. “She was pulled under a floating boom,” where she caught on a scythe. I remembered how my grandmother suffered until the river let my mother go.
When I woke up in the morning, I discovered that grandfather had returned from the lodge. He came to me and told me to ask my grandmother for forgiveness. Having shamed and denounced her enough, my grandmother sat me down for breakfast, and after that she told everyone “what the little one had done to her.”
But my grandmother brought me a horse. Since then, many years have passed, "grandfather is no longer alive, there is no grandmother, and my life is declining, but I still can't forget my grandmother's gingerbread - that marvelous horse with a pink mane."
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My grandmother sent me to the hillside for strawberries, along with the neighborhood kids. She promised: if I pick up a full tuesok, she will sell my berries along with hers and buy me a “horse gingerbread”. Gingerbread in the form of a horse with a mane, tail and hooves covered with pink icing ensured the honor and respect of the boys of the whole village and was their cherished dream.
I went to the hillside together with the children of our neighbor Levontiy, who worked in logging. Approximately once every fifteen days, “Levontiy received money, and then in the neighboring house, where there were only children and nothing else, a feast began with a mountain,” and Levontiy’s wife ran around the village and repaid her debts. On such days, I made my way to the neighbors by all means. Grandma didn't let me. “There is nothing to eat these proletarians,” she said. Levontius welcomed me willingly and pitied me like an orphan. The money earned by the neighbor quickly ran out, and aunt Vasya again ran around the village, borrowed money.
The Levontiev family lived in poverty. There was no household around their hut, they even washed with their neighbors. Every spring they surrounded the house with a miserable tyn, and every autumn it went to kindling. To grandmother's reproaches, Levontiy, a former sailor, answered that he "loves the settlement."
With the Levontievsky "eagles" I went to the top, to earn money for a horse with a pink mane. I had already taken a few glasses of strawberries when the Levontievsky guys started a fight - the elder noticed that the rest were picking berries not in dishes, but in their mouths. As a result, all the prey was scattered and eaten, and the guys decided to go down to the Fokinsky River. It was then that they noticed that I still had strawberries. Levontievsky Sanka knocked me out to eat it “weakly”, after which I, along with the others, went to the river.
The fact that my dishes are empty, I remembered only in the evening. It was embarrassing and scary to return home with an empty cupboard, “my grandmother, Katerina Petrovna, is not Vasya’s aunt, you won’t get rid of her with lies, tears and various excuses.” Sanka taught me: to push herbs into the tues, and sprinkle a handful of berries on top. This is the trick I brought home.
My grandmother praised me for a long time, but she didn’t pour the berries - she decided to take them to the city right in the tueska for sale. On the street, I told everything to Sanka, and he demanded a kalach from me - as payment for silence. I didn’t get off with one roll, I dragged it until Sanka ate. I didn’t sleep at night, I was tormented - and I deceived my grandmother, and stole kalachi. Finally, I decided to get up in the morning and confess everything.
When I woke up, I found that I overslept - my grandmother had already left for the city. I regretted that my grandfather's zaimka was so far from the village. Grandpa's is good, quiet, and he wouldn't let me offend. Having nothing to do, I went fishing with Sanka. After a while I saw a large boat coming out from behind the cape. My grandmother was sitting in it and shaking her fist at me.
I returned home only in the evening and immediately darted into the pantry, where a temporary “bed of rugs and an old saddle” was “arranged”. Curled up, I felt sorry for myself and thought about my mother. Like her grandmother, she went to the city to sell berries. One day, the overloaded boat capsized and my mother drowned. “She was pulled under a floating boom,” where she caught on a scythe. I remembered how my grandmother suffered until the river let my mother go.
When I woke up in the morning, I discovered that grandfather had returned from the lodge. He came to me and told me to ask my grandmother for forgiveness. Having shamed and denounced her enough, my grandmother sat me down for breakfast, and after that she told everyone “what the little one had done to her.”
But my grandmother brought me a horse. Since then, many years have passed, "grandfather is no longer alive, there is no grandmother, and my life is declining, but I still can't forget my grandmother's gingerbread - that marvelous horse with a pink mane."
Viktor Petrovich Astafiev
"Horse with a pink mane"
My grandmother sent me to the hillside for strawberries, along with the neighborhood kids. She promised: if I pick up a full tuesok, she will sell my berries along with hers and buy me a “horse gingerbread”. Gingerbread in the form of a horse with a mane, tail and hooves covered with pink icing ensured the honor and respect of the boys of the whole village and was their cherished dream.
I went to the hillside together with the children of our neighbor Levontiy, who worked in logging. Approximately once every fifteen days, “Levontiy received money, and then in the neighboring house, where there were only children and nothing else, a feast began with a mountain,” and Levontiy’s wife ran around the village and repaid her debts. On such days, I made my way to the neighbors by all means. Grandma didn't let me. “There is nothing to eat these proletarians,” she said. Levontius welcomed me willingly and pitied me like an orphan. The money earned by the neighbor quickly ran out, and aunt Vasya again ran around the village, borrowed money.
The Levontiev family lived in poverty. There was no household around their hut, they even washed with their neighbors. Every spring they surrounded the house with a miserable tyn, and every autumn it went to kindling. To grandmother's reproaches, Levontiy, a former sailor, answered that he "loves the settlement."
With the Levontievsky "eagles" I went to the top, to earn money for a horse with a pink mane. I had already taken several glasses of strawberries when the Levontievsky guys started a fight - the elder noticed that the others were picking berries not in dishes, but in their mouths. As a result, all the prey was scattered and eaten, and the guys decided to go down to the Fokinsky River. It was then that they noticed that I still had strawberries. Levontievsky Sanka knocked me out to eat it “weakly”, after which I, along with the others, went to the river.
The fact that my dishes are empty, I remembered only in the evening. It was embarrassing and scary to return home with an empty cupboard, “my grandmother, Katerina Petrovna, is not Vasya’s aunt, you won’t get rid of her with lies, tears and various excuses.” Sanka taught me: to push herbs into the tues, and sprinkle a handful of berries on top. This is the trick I brought home.
My grandmother praised me for a long time, but she didn’t pour the berries - she decided to take them to the city right in the tueska for sale. On the street, I told everything to Sanka, and he demanded a kalach from me - as payment for silence. I didn’t get off with one roll, I dragged it until Sanka ate. I didn’t sleep at night, I was tormented - and I deceived my grandmother, and stole kalachi. Finally, I decided to get up in the morning and confess everything.
When I woke up, I found that I overslept - my grandmother had already left for the city. I regretted that my grandfather's zaimka was so far from the village. Grandpa's is good, quiet, and he wouldn't let me offend. Having nothing to do, I went fishing with Sanka. After a while I saw a large boat coming out from behind the cape. My grandmother was sitting in it and shaking her fist at me.
I returned home only in the evening and immediately darted into the pantry, where a temporary “bed of rugs and an old saddle” was “arranged”. Curled up, I felt sorry for myself and thought about my mother. Like her grandmother, she went to the city to sell berries. One day, the overloaded boat capsized and my mother drowned. “She was pulled under a floating boom,” where she caught on a scythe. I remembered how my grandmother suffered until the river let my mother go.
When I woke up in the morning, I discovered that grandfather had returned from the lodge. He came to me and told me to ask my grandmother for forgiveness. Having shamed and denounced her enough, my grandmother sat me down for breakfast, and after that she told everyone “what the little one had done to her.”
But my grandmother brought me a horse. Since then, many years have passed, “grandfather is no longer alive, and there is no grandmother, and my life is declining, but I still can’t forget my grandmother’s gingerbread - that marvelous horse with a pink mane.”
Grandmother sent me for strawberries and promised: if I bring a full basket of berries, she will sell it and buy me a gingerbread. The gingerbread looked like a horse, doused with pink icing. This gingerbread was the most delicious and provided honor to all the boys in the yard. I went to the hillside with the children of my neighbor Levontiy. When he received his salary, there was a holiday on the street, and his wife ran around the village and distributed debts to everyone. On such days, I rushed to the neighbors, but my grandmother did not always let me in: “There is nothing to eat these proletarians,” she said.
They lived quite poorly, they constantly went to the neighboring yards, moreover, they also washed there. As children of Slevontiev, I went for strawberries in order to earn money for a horse with a pink mane. I had almost collected a couple of glasses, so the Levontievsky guys started a fight. The elder noticed that the rest of the guys were cunning. They pick berries not in dishes, but in their mouths. During the fight, all the fruits were scattered. Then they noticed that only I had strawberries left. Sashka, taking me lightly, prompted me to eat almost all the strawberries.
Returning, I realized that the dishes were empty. I felt ashamed, and I began to think about how to act in this situation. My grandmother, Katerina Petrovna, will not forgive me for this. Sanka suggested an idea: push grass under the bottom, and sprinkle a handful of berries on top. It was with this "trick" that I came home. After praising me, my grandmother decided to go to town the next day to sell strawberries. Not only did Sashka threaten to betray me if I didn’t bring him a gingerbread, but I was still worried all night that I had deceived my grandmother.
In the morning I decided to confess everything, but it was too late, my grandmother left for the city early in the morning. Then I decided to go fishing with Sanka. Soon I saw a boat in which my grandmother was sitting and shaking her fist. Returning home late in the evening, I hid in the pantry, and in the morning, on the advice of my grandfather, I went to ask my grandmother for forgiveness. She put me to shame, as it should, but still bought me this miracle gingerbread. A lot of time has passed since that time, but I still remember the taste of my grandmother's gingerbread - that marvelous horse with a pink mane.
