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One autumn day, in mid-September, I was sitting in a birch grove and admiring the fine day. Unbeknownst to myself, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw a peasant girl, she was sitting 20 steps away from me with a bunch of wildflowers in her hand, her head thoughtfully lowered. The girl was not bad-looking. Her thick, ash-blonde hair was held together by a narrow scarlet bandage pulled down over her white forehead. She did not raise her eyes, but I could see her thin, high eyebrows and long, wet eyelashes. There was a trace of a tear on one of her cheeks in the sun. The expression on her face was meek, simple and sad, full of childish bewilderment before this sadness.

She was waiting for someone. Something crackled in the forest, and her eyes flashed in the shadows, large, bright and shy, like those of a fallow deer. Footsteps were heard in the distance, and a young man came out into the clearing, whom the girl met, trembling with joy. By all indications, it was a spoiled valet of a wealthy gentleman. His clothes betrayed the pretense of taste and dapper carelessness. His red and crooked fingers were adorned with silver and gold forget-me-not rings in turquoise. His face, ruddy, fresh and insolent, was one of those faces that women very often like. He grimaced unbearably, trying to give his stupid face a contemptuous and bored expression.

I overheard their conversation. This was the last meeting between Viktor Alexandrovich and Akulina - tomorrow his master was leaving for service in St. Petersburg. Akulina gave him a bouquet of blue cornflowers. Victor twirled the flowers in his fingers with thoughtful gravity, while Akulina looked at him with reverent humility and love. On his face, through feigned indifference, satiated pride was visible.

Soon Victor got ready to leave. Akulina began to cry. She was afraid that she would be passed off as unlovable. Victor was irritated by her tears. He declared that he could not marry her. At the same time, he emphasized in every possible way that she was not educated, and therefore unworthy of him. The girl wanted to hear a kind word from her beloved in parting, but she never waited for it. She fell face down on the grass and wept bitterly. Victor stood over her, shrugged his shoulders in annoyance and left.

She jumped up to run after him, but her legs buckled and she fell to her knees. I couldn't resist and ran towards her. Seeing me, she let out a weak cry and ran away, leaving scattered flowers on the ground. I returned home, but the image of poor Akulina did not leave my head for a long time. Her cornflowers are still kept by me.

Option 2

In this story, a farewell meeting of two young people takes place in the forest. And coincidentally, at the same time, a hunter is sleeping near the place of their meeting and, waking up, becomes an unwitting witness.

Waking up, he sees a young peasant girl sitting sadly under a tree, limply dropping her hands on her knees. On her head is a wreath of flowers. She is waiting for someone, sighing and slowly sorting through the flowers in the bouquet and drops tears flowing down her cheek, sparkling with crystal. The girl suddenly started up when she saw the silhouette of a man flashing in the thicket. He, seeing the girl, hesitantly approached and, it seemed, embarrassedly sat down next to her.

Judging by his unleashed and haughty demeanor, manifested in indifferent yawning, nonchalance, and general indifference to an appointment that he almost forgot about, this is a self-confident and ill-mannered person. Hearing the words about the departure of the man, the girl begins to cry bitterly, and he tries to leave.

Akulina gives him a bouquet, Victor takes it and casually turns it in his hands. Not a single gentle word comes out of his mouth. He has nothing to say to the girl, considering it almost humiliating for himself. She asks him to wait a little. But he is adamant and declares that he has long said goodbye to her. Akulina burst into tears, buried in the grass. She was no longer able to contain the accumulated grief. Victor looked at the girl indifferently, and then quickly got up and left.

Akulina is a young, beautiful peasant girl with blond hair, a light forehead, long eyelashes and high thin eyebrows. And Victor is a valet spoiled by life, with a ruddy and fresh face, with a distinct impudence. He is characterized by the squinting of his narrow eyes, a tortured and squeamish yawn.

This work contains deep lyrical notes that create an easy and beautiful image of a beautiful peasant girl shamelessly deceived by a young rogue.

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Summary Date Turgenev I was sitting in a birch grove in autumn, about half of September. From the very morning a fine rain fell, replaced at times by warm sunshine; the weather was erratic. The sky was now all clouded over with loose white clouds, then it suddenly cleared in places for an instant, and then from behind the parted clouds a azure appeared, clear and tender, like a beautiful eye. I sat and looked around and listened. The leaves rustled a little over my head; one could tell from their noise what season it was then. It was not the cheerful, laughing thrill of spring, not the soft whispering, not the long talk of summer, not the timid and cold babble of late autumn, but barely audible, drowsy chatter. A light wind blew a little over the tops. The inside of the grove, damp from the rain, was constantly changing, depending on whether the sun shone or was covered by a cloud; she would then light up all over, as if suddenly everything in her smiled: the thin trunks of not too frequent birches suddenly took on a delicate reflection of white silk, the small leaves lying on the ground suddenly became full of color and lit up with pure gold, and the beautiful stems of tall curly ferns, already painted in their autumn color , similar to the color of overripe grapes, they shone through, endlessly confused and intersecting before my eyes; then suddenly everything around us turned slightly blue again: the bright colors instantly went out, the birches stood all white, without shine, white, like freshly fallen snow, which the coldly playing ray had not yet touched. winter sun; and furtively, slyly, the tiniest rain began to sow and whisper through the forest. The foliage on the birch trees was still almost all green, although it had noticeably turned pale; only in some places stood alone, young, all red or all gold, and one had to see how she flashed brightly in the sun when its rays suddenly made their way, sliding and variegated, through a frequent network of thin branches that had just been washed away by the sparkling rain. Not a single bird was heard: everyone took shelter and fell silent; only occasionally did the mocking voice of the tit tinkle like a steel bell. Before I stopped in this birch forest, I walked with my dog through a high aspen grove. I confess that I do not much like this tree - the aspen - with its lavender trunk and gray-green, metallic foliage, which it lifts as high as possible and spreads in a trembling fan in the air; I do not like the eternal swaying of its round, untidy leaves, awkwardly attached to long stems. It is beautiful only on certain summer evenings, when, rising separately among the low bushes, it falls at close range to the glowing rays of the setting sun and shines and trembles, drenched in the same yellow crimson from root to top, or, when, on a clear windy day, it blows noisily flows and babbles in the blue sky, and each leaf of it, caught up by aspiration, seems to want to break loose, fly off and rush off into the distance. But in general, I don’t like this tree, and therefore, without stopping in an aspen grove to rest, I reached a birch forest, nested under one tree, in which the branches began low above the ground and, therefore, could protect me from rain, and, admiring the surrounding view , fell asleep in that serene and meek sleep, which is familiar to some hunters. I can’t say how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, the entire interior of the forest was filled with the sun and in all directions, through the joyfully rustling foliage, the bright blue sky shone through and seemed to sparkle; the clouds disappeared, dispersed by the rushing wind; the weather had cleared, and one could feel in the air that special, dry freshness that, filling the heart with some kind of cheerful feeling, almost always predicts a peaceful and clear evening after a rainy day. I was about to get up and try my luck again, when suddenly my eyes rested on a motionless human image. I peered: it was a young peasant girl. She was sitting twenty paces away from me, with her head bowed thoughtfully and her hands on her knees; on one of them, half open, lay a thick bunch of wild flowers, and with every breath she glided silently onto her plaid skirt. A clean white shirt, buttoned at the throat and tassels, lay in short soft folds near her waist; large yellow beads in two rows descended from the neck to the chest. She was very unkind to herself. Thick blond hair of a beautiful ashy color parted in two carefully combed semicircles from under a narrow scarlet bandage pulled almost to the very forehead, white as ivory; the rest of her face was barely tanned with that golden tan that thin skin alone takes on. I couldn't see her eyes - she didn't raise them; but I clearly saw her thin, high eyebrows, her long eyelashes: they were damp, and on one of her cheeks a dried-up trace of a tear shone in the sun, stopping at the very lips, slightly pale. Her whole head was very sweet; even a slightly thick and round nose did not spoil her. I especially liked the expression on her face: it was so simple and meek, so sad and so full of childish bewilderment before her own sadness. She must have been waiting for someone; something faintly crackled in the forest: she immediately raised her head and looked round; in the transparent shadow, her eyes quickly flashed before me, large, bright and shy, like those of a fallow deer. She listened for a few moments, not taking her eyes wide open from the place where the faint sound was heard, sighed, turned her head quietly, leaned still lower and began slowly sorting through the flowers. Her eyelids turned red, her lips moved bitterly, and a new tear rolled from under her thick eyelashes, stopping and shining radiantly on her cheek. So quite a long time passed; the poor girl did not move, only occasionally moved her hands sadly and listened, listened to everything ... Again something rustled through the forest - she started up. The noise did not stop, became more distinct, approached, and at last resolute, nimble steps were heard. She straightened up and seemed to be timid; her attentive gaze trembled, lit up with expectation. Through the thicket quickly flashed the figure of a man. She peered, flushed suddenly, smiled joyfully and happily, wanted to get up, and immediately drooped all over again, turned pale, embarrassed - and only then raised a trembling, almost imploring look at the man who had come, when he stopped next to her. I looked at him curiously from my ambush. I confess that he did not make a pleasant impression on me. It was, by all indications, the spoiled valet of a young, wealthy gentleman. His clothes betrayed a claim to taste and dapper negligence: he wore a short coat of a bronze color, probably from a gentleman's shoulder, buttoned up to the top, a pink tie with purple tips and a black velvet cap with gold lace pulled down to the very eyebrows. The round collars of his white shirt mercilessly propped up his ears and cut his cheeks, and the starched sleeves covered his entire arm, down to his red and crooked fingers, adorned with silver and gold rings with turquoise forget-me-nots. His face, ruddy, fresh, insolent, belonged to a number of faces which, as far as I could see, almost always revolt men and, unfortunately, very often please women. He evidently tried to give his coarse features a contemptuous and bored expression; he constantly screwed up his already tiny milky-gray eyes, frowned, lowered the corners of his lips, yawned forcibly, and with a careless, though not entirely dexterous ease, either straightened his reddish, smartly twisted temples with his hand, or pinched the yellow hairs that stuck out on a thick upper lip - In a word, it broke unbearably. He began to break down as soon as he saw the young peasant woman waiting for him; slowly, with a sprawling step, he approached her, stood for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, thrust both hands into the pockets of his overcoat, and, barely deigning the poor girl with a cursory and indifferent glance, sank to the ground. “But what,” he began, continuing to look somewhere to the side, shaking his leg and yawning, “how long have you been here? The girl could not immediately answer him. "A long time ago, Viktor Alexandritch," she finally said in a barely audible voice. - A! (He took off his cap, majestically ran his hand through his thick, tightly curled hair, which began almost at the very eyebrows, and, looking around with dignity, carefully covered his precious head again.) And I completely forgot about it. Besides, look, it's raining! (He yawned again.) Things are abyss: you can’t see for everything, but he still scolds. We're leaving tomorrow... - Tomorrow? the girl said, and fixed a frightened look on him. "Tomorrow... Well, well, well, please," he picked it up hastily and with annoyance, seeing that she was trembling all over and quietly bowed her head, "please, Akulina, don't cry." You know I can't stand it. (And he wrinkled his blunt nose.) Otherwise, I'll leave now ... What nonsense - whimpering! "Well, I won't, I won't," Akulina said hastily, swallowing her tears with an effort. "So you're leaving tomorrow?" she added after a short silence. "Someday God will bring me to see you again, Viktor Alexandritch?" - See you, see you. Not next year, but after. The gentleman, it seems, wants to enter the service in Petersburg, ”he continued, pronouncing the words casually and somewhat through the nose,“ and maybe we’ll go abroad. "You will forget me, Viktor Alexandritch," Akulina said sadly. — No, why not? I won't forget you: just be smart, don't fool around, listen to your father... But I won't forget you - no. (And he calmly stretched himself and yawned again.) "Don't forget me, Viktor Alexandritch," she continued in an imploring voice. “It seems that I loved you for what, everything, it seems, is for you ... You say, I must obey my father, Viktor Alexandrich ... But how can I obey my father ...” - And what? (He uttered these words as if from his stomach, lying on his back and putting his hands under his head.) “But how, Viktor Alexandrych, you yourself know ... She fell silent. Viktor played with the steel chain of his watch. “You, Akulina, are not a stupid girl,” he finally spoke, “therefore don’t talk nonsense. I wish you well, do you understand me? Of course, you are not stupid, not quite a peasant, so to speak; and your mother wasn't always a peasant either. Yet you are without education, so you must obey when you are told. - Yes, it's scary, Viktor Alexandrovich. “And-and, what nonsense, my dear: what did you find fear in! What do you have," he added, moving closer to her, "flowers?" "Flowers," Akulina answered dejectedly. “It was I who narwhaled a mountain ash,” she continued, perking up a little, “it’s good for the calves.” And this is a series - against scrofula. Look, what a wonderful flower; I have never seen such a wonderful flower. Here are the forget-me-nots, and here is the mother-darling ... And here I am for you, ”she added, pulling out from under the yellow rowan a small bunch of blue cornflowers tied with thin grass,“ do you want? Victor lazily stretched out his hand, took it, casually sniffed the flowers and began to turn them in his fingers, looking up with thoughtful importance. Akulina looked at him... There was so much tender devotion, reverent obedience and love in her sad gaze. She was afraid of him, and did not dare to cry, and said goodbye to him, and admired him for the last time; and he lay, lounging like a sultan, and with generous patience and indulgence endured her adoration. I confess that I was indignantly examining his red face, on which, through feigned contemptuous indifference, a satisfied, jaded self-esteem could be seen. Akulina was so beautiful at that moment: her whole soul trustingly, passionately opened before him, reached out and caressed him, and he ... he dropped the cornflowers on the grass, took out a round glass in a bronze frame from the side pocket of his coat and began to squeeze eye; but no matter how hard he tried to hold it back with a frown, a raised cheek, and even a nose, the glass kept falling out and falling into his hand. - What is this? Akulina finally asked in astonishment. "Lornet," he answered with gravity.- For what? - To see better.- Show me. Victor grimaced, but gave her the glass. - Don't break it, look. - No, I won't break it. (She raised it timidly to her eye.) I don't see anything, she said innocently. “Shut your eyes, close your eyes,” he objected in the voice of a disgruntled mentor. (She screwed up her eyes, in front of which she held the glass.) Yes, not that one, not that one, stupid! Another! Victor exclaimed, and, not allowing her to correct her mistake, took the lorgnette from her. Akulina blushed, laughed a little, and turned away. “Apparently it doesn’t suit us,” she said.- Still would! The poor thing paused and took a deep breath. "Ah, Viktor Alexandritch, how it will be for us without you!" she said suddenly. Victor wiped his lorgnette and put it back in his pocket. “Yes, yes,” he finally spoke, “it will be hard for you at first, for sure. (He patted her condescendingly on the shoulder; she quietly took his hand from her shoulder and kissed it timidly.) Well, yes, yes, you are definitely a kind girl,' he continued, smiling smugly, 'but what is to be done? Judge for yourself! The master and I cannot stay here; now winter is coming, and in the countryside in the winter - you know yourself - it's just nasty. Whether business in Petersburg! There are simply such miracles as you, stupid, cannot even imagine in a dream. What houses, the streets, and the community, the education—just a surprise!.. (Akulina listened to him with devouring attention, slightly parting her lips like a child.) However,” he added, turning over on the ground, “why am I telling you all this? Because you can't understand it. "Why, Viktor Alexandritch?" I understood; I understood everything.- Look what! Akulina looked down. "Before, you didn't talk to me like that, Viktor Alexandritch," she said without raising her eyes. “Before…before!” You see! .. Before! he remarked, as if indignantly. They were both silent. “However, it’s time for me to go,” Victor said and was already leaning on his elbow ... “Wait a little longer,” Akulina said in an imploring voice. - What to expect? .. After all, I already said goodbye to you. “Wait,” Akulina repeated. Victor lay down again and began to whistle. Akulina never took her eyes off him. I could notice that she was gradually becoming agitated: her lips twitched, her pale cheeks flushed faintly... "Viktor Alexandritch," she finally began in a broken voice, "it's a sin for you... it's a sin for you, Viktor Alexandritch, by God!" - What is wrong? he asked, furrowing his brows, and slightly raised and turned his head towards her. - It's a sin, Viktor Alexandrovich. At least a kind word was said to me at parting; if only they would say a word to me, wretched little orphan ... - What can I tell you? - I don't know; you know that better, Viktor Alexandritch. Here you go, and at least a word... What have I done to deserve it? — What same you strange! What can I do? - Just a word... “Well, I loaded the same thing,” he said with annoyance and stood up. "Don't be angry, Viktor Alexandritch," she added hastily, barely holding back her tears. - I'm not angry, but you're stupid ... What do you want? Why can't I marry you? can't I? Well, what do you want? what? (He buried his face, as if waiting for an answer, and spread his fingers.) “I don’t want anything ... I don’t want anything,” she answered, stammering and hardly daring to stretch out her trembling hands to him, “but just a word in parting ... And her tears flowed like a stream. - Well, it is, I went to cry, - Victor said coolly, pulling the cap over his eyes from behind. “I don’t want anything,” she went on, sobbing and covering her face with both hands, “but what is it like for me now in a family, what about me? And what will become of me, what will become of me, miserable? An orphan girl will be given out for something unattractive... My poor little head! “Sing along, sing along,” Victor muttered in an undertone, shifting in place. - And he at least a word, at least one ... Say, Akulina, they say, I ... Sudden, chest-rending sobs did not allow her to finish her speech - she fell face down on the grass and wept bitterly, bitterly ... Her whole body was convulsively agitated, the back of her head just rose ... The long-contained grief finally gushed in a stream. Victor stood over her, stood for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, turned and walked away with long strides. A few moments passed... She fell silent, raised her head, jumped up, looked around and clasped her hands; I wanted to run after him, but her legs buckled - she fell to her knees ... I could not stand it and rushed to her; but she had scarcely had time to look at me when her strength came from—she got up with a faint cry and disappeared behind the trees, leaving scattered flowers on the ground. I stood for a moment, picked up a bunch of cornflowers and went out of the grove into the field. The sun was low in the pale clear sky, its rays also seemed to have faded and grown cold: they did not shine, they poured out in an even, almost watery light. There was no more than half an hour left until evening, and the dawn was barely lit. A gusty wind quickly rushed towards me through the yellow, dried-up stubble; hastily heaving up in front of him, rushed past, across the road, along the edge, small, warped leaves; the side of the grove, facing the field as a wall, trembled all over and sparkled with a small sparkle, clearly, but not brightly; on the reddish grass, on blades of grass, on straws, countless threads of autumn cobwebs glittered and waved everywhere. I stopped... I felt sad; through the gloomy, though fresh smile of fading nature, the gloomy fear of the coming winter seemed to creep in. High above me, heavily and sharply cutting the air with its wings, a cautious raven flew by, turned its head, looked at me from the side, soared and, abruptly croaking, disappeared behind the forest; a large flock of pigeons briskly swept from the threshing floor and, suddenly swirling in a pillar, bustlingly settled across the field - a sign of autumn! Someone drove past a bare hill, loudly banging an empty cart... I am back; but the image of poor Akulina did not leave my head for a long time, and her cornflowers, long withered, are still in my possession ...

Turgenev's story "Date", a summary of which will be discussed below, is included in the "Hunting Notes" cycle. Published in the Sovremennik magazine in 1850.

exposition

Where does it all begin? The hunter stopped in the autumn forest to rest.

He admires the magnificent pictures of the colorful forest. At first our hero dozed off, and when through a short time woke up, then in a clearing he saw a peasant girl. We begin to consider Turgenev's story "Date".

Plot plot

She was sitting on a stump and obviously waiting for someone. The pretty girl with ash-blonde hair was neatly dressed, and yellow beads adorned her neck. On her lap lay the flowers she was picking, and she listened attentively to the rustlings in the forest. The girl's eyelashes were wet with tears. Sadness and bewilderment were visible on her meek face. Branches crackled in the distance, then steps were heard, and a dapper young man stepped out into the clearing.

This is how the summary of Turgenev's "Date" continues. By the appearance of a man, you can immediately determine that the gentleman. He wears clothes from the master's shoulder, crooked red fingers are studded with gold and silver rings with turquoise. The girl looks at him with delight and affection, ugly and narcissistic. From further conversation it turns out that they see each other for the last time. Akulina, that's the name of the heroine, wants to cry, but Victor says that he can't stand tears, and the poor thing is holding them back as best she can.

She tilts her head to the flowers, sorts them carefully and tells the young man what each flower means, and gives him a bouquet of cornflowers. He casually drops it and talks about the imminent separation: his master is leaving for St. Petersburg, and then, possibly, abroad.

Conflict

During this conversation, a different understanding of the current situation is revealed. We present a summary of Turgenev's Date. Akulina believed in tender feelings young man which in reality did not exist. Finally, before leaving, he did not even utter a single good word girl, as she asked, but only ordered her to obey her father. This means that she will be given in marriage against her will.

climax

The heroes part. Akulina is left alone with her experiences. This does not exhaust the summary of Turgenev's Date. The final is open. When a hunter appears, Akulina runs away in fright, and he shows understanding of the feelings that excite the girl. The hunter picks up a bouquet of cornflowers and carefully stores them.

Analysis of the work

Let's look at the characters first. There are only three of them: the hunter, Akulina and Victor.

The author surreptitiously admires the girl who is the center of the story. First, her appearance is described with doe eyes and long eyelashes, thin, slightly tanned skin, blond hair caught in a scarlet ribbon. Only tears roll down the cheek. When Victor appeared, she started up with joy, and then became embarrassed. She tenderly kisses Victor's hand with trepidation and addresses him respectfully. And when he finds out about the breakup, he cannot contain his grief. Akulina tries to restrain herself and begs only a kind word for parting. The bouquet she collected is for the girl great importance, but she gives special attention to cornflowers, which Victor casually, like herself, rejected. These blue flowers became a symbol of outrageous love.

Victor immediately makes a bad impression on the author. The young man is very ugly. His eyes are small, his forehead is narrow, his antennae are sparse. He is full of self-admiration and contentment with himself. With Akulina, Victor behaves ugly, yawns, showing that he is bored with the peasant woman. He keeps turning his watch and lorgnette, which he does not know how to use. In the end, Akulina's sincere grief frightens him, and he shamefully runs away, leaving the girl alone.

The hunter tells us about the date, sympathizing with the girl and despising the cynical footman who may have ruined her life.

The problems raised by the author can be transferred to our realities. Too often, modern young girls choose completely unworthy men and make them an object of worship, and then, abandoned, suffer. This concludes our analysis of Turgenev's Date.

Date

Birch Grove. Mid September. “From the very morning, a light rain fell, replaced at times by warm sunshine; the weather was erratic. The sky was either clouded over with loose white clouds, then it suddenly cleared in places for an instant, and then, from behind the parted clouds, azure appeared, clear and affectionate ... ".

The hunter fell asleep peacefully, "nesting" under a tree, "whose boughs began low above the ground" and could protect from the rain, and when he woke up, he saw a young peasant girl twenty paces away from him. She sat with her head down thoughtfully and both hands on her knees. She wore a plaid skirt and "a clean white shirt, buttoned at the throat and tassels." A narrow scarlet bandage pulled down almost to the very forehead, “thick blond hair of a beautiful ashy color” ... “Her whole head was very sweet; even a slightly thick and round nose did not spoil her. I especially liked the expression on her face: it was so simple and meek, so sad and so full of childish bewilderment before her own sadness.

She was waiting for someone; startled when something crackled in the forest, listened for a few moments, sighed. “Her eyelids turned red, her lips moved bitterly, and a new tear rolled from under her thick eyelashes, stopping and shining radiantly on her cheek.”

She waited a long time. Again something rustled and she started. "Resolute, agile steps" were heard. Well, now he will come, her idol. Mountains of books, thousands of songs about it ... And in the 20th century the same trouble:

“Why do you love beautiful girls,

Only suffering from that love!”

“She peered, suddenly flushed, smiled joyfully and happily, wanted to get up, and immediately drooped all over again, turned pale, embarrassed, and only then raised a trembling, almost imploring look at the man who had come, when he stopped next to her ...

It was, by all indications, the spoiled valet of a young, wealthy gentleman. His clothes betrayed the pretense of taste and dapper negligence. “A short bronze-colored coat, probably from a master’s shoulder”, “a pink tie”, “a velvet black cap with gold lace pulled down to the very eyebrows. The face is "fresh" and "sassy". “He apparently tried to give his rough features a contemptuous and bored expression,” screwed up his eyes and “broke unbearably.”

“What,” he asked, sitting down next to him, but looking indifferently somewhere to the side and yawning, “have you been here for a long time?

A long time ago, Viktor Alexandritch," she finally said in a barely audible voice.

Ah! .. I completely forgot. Besides, look, it's raining! (He yawned again). Things are abyss: you can’t see for everything, and he still scolds. We are going tomorrow...

Tomorrow? - the girl said and fixed a frightened look on him.

Tomorrow ... Well, well, well, please, - he picked it up hastily and with annoyance, please, Akulina, don't cry. You know I can't stand it...

Well, I won’t, I won’t,” Akulina said hastily, swallowing her tears with an effort.

(He didn't care if they were to see each other again.)

“See you, see you. Not next year, but after. The gentleman, it seems, wants to enter the service in St. Petersburg, ... and maybe we will go abroad.

You will forget me, Viktor Alexandrych," Akulina said sadly.

No, why? I will not forget you; just be smart, don't fool around, listen to your father... And I won't forget you - no. (And he calmly stretched and yawned again).

Don't forget me, Viktor Alexandritch,' she continued in an imploring voice. - It seems that I loved you for what, everything seems to be for you ... You say, I obey my father, Viktor Alexandrich ... But how can I obey my father ...

And what? (He said this while lying on his back with his hands behind his head.)

But how about it, Viktor Alexandrych, you yourself know...

You, Akulina, are not a stupid girl,” he finally spoke: “and therefore don’t talk nonsense ... I wish you the best ... Of course, you are not stupid, not quite a peasant, so to speak; and your mother wasn't always a peasant either. Still, you are without education, so you must obey when they tell you.

Yes, it's scary, Viktor Alexandrovich.

And-and, what nonsense, my dear: in what I found fear! What do you have, - he added, moving towards her: - flowers?

Flowers, - Akulina answered dejectedly. “I am a narwhal of a mountain ash,” she continued, perking up a little: “it’s good for calves.” And this is a series - against scrofula. Look, what a wonderful flower; I have never seen such a wonderful flower in my life ... And here I am for you, - she added, taking out from under a yellow rowan a small bunch of blue cornflowers tied with thin grass: - do you want? Victor lazily stretched out his hand, took it, casually sniffed the flowers and began to twist them in his fingers, looking up with thoughtful importance.

Akulina looked at him... There was so much tender devotion, reverent obedience, and love in her sad gaze. She was afraid of him, and did not dare to cry, and said goodbye to him, and admired him for the last time; and he lay, lounging like a sultan, and with generous patience and condescension endured her adoration ... Akulina was so good at that moment: her whole soul trustingly, passionately opened before him, reached out and caressed him, and he ... he dropped the cornflowers on grass, took a round glass in a bronze frame from the side pocket of his coat and began to squeeze it into his eye; but, no matter how hard he tried to hold it back with a frown, a raised cheek, and even a nose, the piece of glass kept falling out and falling into his hand.

What is this? Akulina finally asked in astonishment.

Lornet,” he answered with gravity.

For what?

And to see better.

Show me.

Victor grimaced, but gave her the glass.

Don't break it, look.

Don't worry, I won't break it. (She timidly raised it to her eye.) I can't see anything," she said innocently.

Yes, you close your eyes, close your eyes, ”he objected in the voice of a disgruntled mentor. (She closed her eye before which she held the glass.) - Yes, not that, not that, stupid! Another! - Victor exclaimed and, not allowing her to correct her mistake, took away her lorgnette.

Akulina blushed, laughed a little, and turned away.

Apparently it doesn't work for us," she said.

The poor thing paused and took a deep breath.

Ah, Viktor Alexandritch, how it will be for us without you! she said suddenly.

Victor wiped his lorgnette and put it back in his pocket.

Yes, yes, - he finally spoke: - it will be hard for you at first, for sure. (He condescendingly patted her on the shoulder; she quietly took his hand from her shoulder and kissed it timidly). Well, yes, yes, you are definitely a kind girl, - he continued with a smug smile: - but what to do? Judge for yourself! The master and I cannot stay here; now winter is coming, and in the countryside in winter, you know yourself, it's just nasty. Whether business in Petersburg! There are simply such miracles as you, stupid, cannot even imagine in a dream. What houses, streets, and society, education - just a surprise! .. (Akulina listened to him with devouring attention, slightly parting her lips, like a child). However,” he added, turning over on the ground, “why am I telling you all this? Because you can't understand it."

In the soul of a serf, a "muzhik", for all his primitiveness, savagery, there was sometimes a Christian gentleness, humble simplicity. The lackey, at least a little in contact with aristocratic luxury, privileges, amusements, but, unlike a rich gentleman, is deprived of all this; and in addition, never studied, well, at least like his master: "something and somehow"; such a lackey was often corrupted. The dark guy, having seen "community" and various "miracles", Petersburg or even overseas, looks down on the former "brothers in the class" and for the sake of his own amusement will not spare anyone.

But back to Akulina and the valet.

“- Why, Viktor Alexandrovich? I understood; I understood everything.
- Look, what!

Akulina looked down.

You didn't talk to me like that before, Viktor Alexandritch," she said, without raising her eyes.

Before?.. before! Look, you!.. Before! he remarked, as if indignantly.

They were both silent.

However, it’s time for me to go, - Victor said and was already leaning on his elbow ...

What to expect? After all, I have said goodbye to you.

Wait, - repeated Akulina ... Her lips twitched, her pale cheeks slightly reddened ...

Viktor Alexandritch,” she finally spoke in a broken voice: “it’s a sin for you ... it’s a sin for you, Viktor Alexandritch ...”

What is sinful? he asked, furrowing his brows...

It's a sin, Viktor Alexandrovich. At least a kind word was said to me at parting; at least they would say a word to me, a miserable orphan ...

Yes, what can I tell you?

I don't know; you know that better, Viktor Alexandritch. Here you go, and at least a word ... What did I deserve?

How strange you are! What can I do!

At least a word.

Well, I loaded the same thing, - he said with annoyance and stood up.

Don't be angry, Viktor Alexandritch,' she added hurriedly, barely holding back her tears.

I'm not angry, but you're stupid... What do you want? Why can't I marry you? Can't I? Well, what do you want? What?..

I don’t want anything ... I don’t want anything, ”she answered, stammering and hardly daring to stretch out her trembling hands to him:“ but at least a word in parting ...

And tears flowed from her stream.

Well, it is, I went to cry, - Victor said coolly, pulling the cap over his eyes from behind.

I don’t want anything,” she continued, sobbing and covering her face with both hands: “but what is it like for me now in a family, what is it like for me? And what will become of me, what will become of me, miserable? An orphan girl will be given away for not nice ... My poor little head!

And he, at least a word, at least one thing ... Say, Akulina, they say I ...

Sudden, chest-rending sobs did not allow her to finish her speech - she fell face down on the grass and wept bitterly, bitterly ... Her whole body was convulsively agitated ... The long-restrained grief gushed forth, finally, in a stream. Victor stood over her, stood for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, turned and walked away with long strides.

A few moments passed... She fell silent, raised her head, jumped up, looked around and clasped her hands; she wanted to run after him, but her legs buckled - she fell to her knees "...

I stood, picked up a bunch of cornflowers and went out of the grove into the field.

Deprived of everything. Except youth, sweet untouched charms. Yes, and it was sacrificed to a random rogue. And he, too, in essence, is deprived of everything, and is also morally crippled. A parrot, trustingly staring at "obschestvo", "education" and so on.

And for her, he is not only the first love, but, perhaps, the personification of unknown, distant "miracles", "what you, stupid, cannot even imagine in a dream"; he is from a dream, beautiful and inaccessible.

It's not just about unrequited love, it's also about social oppression.

“No more than half an hour remained until evening, and the dawn was barely lit. A gusty wind quickly rushed towards me through the yellow, dried-up stubble; hurriedly rising in front of him, rushing past, across the road, along the edge, small, warped leaves; ... through the sad, although fresh smile of fading nature, it seemed that the dull fear of the near winter was creeping in.

The author of the story becomes an accidental witness to the farewell scene between the peasant girl Akulina and the master's servant Viktor, whom she respectfully calls by his patronymic - Alexandrovich. The servant behaves with a girl in love with him in a boorish way, pretending to be a gentleman. Tomorrow he must leave for the capital, and there - abroad, where, of course, everything that Akulina never dreamed of, in his opinion. The girl suffers, regrets the time spent on this ungrateful person, this arouses the sympathy of the author, who even betrays his presence. The author picks up the flowers she has forgotten, keeps them for a long time, pitying her and other girls deceived by the appearance and fairy tales of low people.

the main idea

The story shows a real, strong and noble feeling directed at an unworthy person who did not manage to dispose of it, but mixed it with dirt. Akulina was waiting for only one kind word from her former friend, and he showed off, but at the same time was afraid of her sincere feelings.

Read the summary of Turgenev Date

The story begins with a description of a girl. The hunter admired her - her beauty and health, harmony. A simple girl does not look simple. It can be seen that she is tensely waiting for someone, sorting through the collected flowers. She still hears steps, a voice ... but there is no one who has become dearer to her than everyone else.

Finally, he appears. And the author immediately sees that this is an unworthy person. The writer, showing the handsome and dandy appearance of a stranger, regrets that women often like “such” people. Yes, and this dandy behaves in an outfit from the master's shoulder (with a claim to style) without giving a damn. Apparently, he was late on purpose, he yawns, stretches, complains about the weather, speaks in a mannered way - “in the nose”. It is clear that this scoundrel deceived Akulina, considering her unworthy of herself. Victor also advises her to behave well! As a result, the girl burst into tears. Shrugging his shoulders, Victor left, and the writer rushed to comfort Akulina.