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Brothers Karamazov. Book Ten

Brothers Karamazov. Book Ten

Children are a strange people, they dream and imagine. In front of the Christmas tree and in the very Christmas tree before Christmas, I kept meeting on the street, on a certain corner, one boy, no more than seven years old. In the terrible frost, he was dressed almost in summer clothes, but his neck was tied with some kind of junk, which means that someone was still equipping him, sending him. He walked "with a pen"; it is a technical term, it means to beg. The term was invented by these boys themselves. There are many like him, they spin on your road and howl something learned by heart; but this one did not howl, and spoke somehow innocently and unaccustomedly, and looked trustingly into my eyes—so, he was just beginning his profession. In response to my questions, he said that he had a sister, she was unemployed, sick; maybe it’s true, but only later I found out that these boys are in darkness and darkness: they are sent out “with a pen” even in the most terrible frost, and if they don’t get anything, then they will probably be beaten. Having collected kopecks, the boy returns with red, stiff hands to some basement, where some gang of negligent people are drinking, one of those who, “having gone on strike at the factory on Sunday on Saturday, return to work again no earlier than on Wednesday evening” . There, in the cellars, their hungry and beaten wives drink with them, their hungry babies squeak right there. Vodka, and dirt, and debauchery, and most importantly, vodka. With the collected kopecks, the boy is immediately sent to the tavern, and he brings more wine. For fun, they sometimes pour a pigtail into his mouth and laugh when he, with a short breath, falls almost unconscious on the floor,

... and bad vodka in my mouth
Ruthlessly poured...

When he grows up, they quickly sell him somewhere to the factory, but everything that he earns, he is again obliged to bring to the caretakers, and they again drink it away. But even before the factory, these children become perfect criminals. They wander around the city and know such places in different basements that you can crawl into and where you can spend the night unnoticed. One of them spent several nights in a row with a janitor in a basket, and he never noticed him. Of course, they become thieves. Theft turns into a passion even in eight-year-old children, sometimes even without any consciousness of the criminality of the action. In the end, they endure everything - hunger, cold, beatings - for only one thing, for freedom, and run away from their negligent wanderers already from themselves. This wild creature sometimes does not understand anything, neither where he lives, nor what nation he is, whether there is a God, whether there is a sovereign; even such convey things about them that are unbelievable to hear, and yet they are all facts.

Dostoevsky. The boy at Christ on the Christmas tree. video film

II. The boy at Christ on the Christmas tree

But I am a novelist, and it seems that I composed one "story" myself. Why do I write: “it seems”, because I myself know for sure what I composed, but I keep imagining that it happened somewhere and sometime, it happened just on the eve of Christmas, in some huge city and in a terrible freezing.

It seems to me that there was a boy in the basement, but still very small, about six years old or even less. This boy woke up in the morning in a damp and cold basement. He was dressed in some kind of robe and was trembling. His breath came out in white steam, and he, sitting in the corner on the chest, out of boredom, purposely let this steam out of his mouth and amused himself, watching how it flies out. But he really wanted to eat. Several times in the morning he approached the bunks, where on a bedding as thin as a pancake and on some bundle under his head, instead of a pillow, lay his sick mother. How did she get here? She must have come with her boy from a foreign city and suddenly fell ill. The mistress of the corners was captured by the police two days ago; the tenants dispersed, it was a festive matter, and the remaining one dressing gown had been lying dead drunk for a whole day, not even waiting for the holiday. In another corner of the room, some eighty-year-old old woman was moaning from rheumatism, who had once lived somewhere in nannies, and now she was dying alone, groaning, grumbling and grumbling at the boy, so that he already began to be afraid to come close to her corner. He got a drink somewhere in the entryway, but he didn’t find a crust anywhere, and once in the tenth he already came up to wake his mother. He felt dreadful at last in the darkness: evening had already begun long ago, but no fire had been lit. Feeling his mother's face, he was surprised that she did not move at all and became as cold as a wall. “It’s very cold here,” he thought, stood a little, unconsciously forgetting his hand on the dead woman’s shoulder, then breathed on his fingers to warm them, and suddenly, groping for his cap on the bunk, slowly, gropingly, went to the cellar. He would have gone earlier, but he was still afraid upstairs, on the stairs, of a big dog that had been howling all day at the neighbor's door. But the dog was gone, and he suddenly went out into the street.

God, what a city! Never before had he seen anything like it. There, from where he came, at night such black darkness, one lamp on the whole street. Wooden low houses are locked with shutters; on the street, it gets a little dark - nobody, everyone shuts up at home, and only whole packs of dogs howl, hundreds and thousands of them, howl and bark all night. But it was so warm there and they gave him food, but here - Lord, if only he could eat! And what a knock and thunder here, what light and people, horses and carriages, and frost, frost! Frozen steam pours from driven horses, from their hotly breathing snouts; horseshoes clinking against the stones through the loose snow, and everyone is pushing like that, and, Lord, I so want to eat, at least a piece of some kind, and my fingers suddenly hurt so much. A law enforcement officer passed by and turned away so as not to notice the boy.

Here again the street - oh, what a wide! Here they will probably crush them like that; how they all shout, run and ride, but the light, the light! And what's that? Wow, what a big glass, and behind the glass is a room, and in the room there is a tree up to the ceiling; this is a Christmas tree, and there are so many lights on the Christmas tree, how many gold pieces of paper and apples, and around there are dolls, little horses; and children running around the room, smart, clean, laughing and playing, and eating, and drinking something. This girl started dancing with the boy, what a pretty girl! Here is the music, you can hear it through the glass. The boy looks, wonders, and already laughs, and his fingers and legs already hurt, and his hands have become completely red, they can’t bend and move painfully. And suddenly the boy remembered that his fingers hurt so much, began to cry and ran on, and now again he sees through another glass a room, again there are trees, but on the tables there are pies, all sorts - almond, red, yellow, and four people are sitting there. rich ladies, and whoever comes, they give him pies, and the door opens every minute, many gentlemen enter them from the street. A boy crept up, suddenly opened the door and went in. Wow, how they shouted and waved at him! One lady came up quickly and thrust a kopeck into his hand, and she herself opened the door to the street for him. How scared he was! And the kopeck immediately rolled out and rang on the steps: he could not bend his red fingers and hold it. The boy ran out and went quickly, quickly, but where he did not know. He wants to cry again, but he's afraid, and he runs, runs and blows on his hands. And longing takes him, because he suddenly felt so lonely and terrifying, and suddenly, Lord! So what is it again? People are standing in a crowd and marveling: on the window behind the glass are three dolls, small, dressed in red and green dresses and very, very much like they are alive! Some old man sits and seems to be playing a big violin, two others stand right there and play small violins, and shake their heads in time, and look at each other, and their lips move, they talk, they really talk, - only because of the glass is not audible. And at first the boy thought that they were alive, but when he completely guessed that they were pupae, he suddenly laughed. He had never seen such dolls and did not know that there were such! And he wants to cry, but it's so funny, funny on pupae. Suddenly it seemed to him that someone grabbed him by the dressing gown from behind: a big angry boy stood nearby and suddenly cracked him on the head, tore off his cap, and gave him a leg from below. The boy rolled to the ground, then they screamed, he was stupefied, he jumped up and ran and ran, and suddenly ran he didn’t know where, into the doorway, into someone else’s yard, and sat down for firewood: “They won’t find it here, and it’s dark.”

He sat down and writhed, but he himself could not catch his breath from fear, and suddenly, quite suddenly, he felt so good: his arms and legs suddenly stopped hurting and it became as warm, as warm as on the stove; now he shuddered all over: oh, why, he was about to fall asleep! How good it is to fall asleep here: “I’ll sit here and go again to look at the pupae,” the boy thought and grinned, remembering them, “just like they are alive! ..” And suddenly he heard that his mother sang a song over him. "Mom, I'm sleeping, oh, how good it is to sleep here!"

“Come to my Christmas tree, boy,” a quiet voice suddenly whispered above him.

He thought it was all his mother, but no, not her; Who called him, he does not see, but someone bent over him and hugged him in the dark, and he held out his hand to him and ... and suddenly, - oh, what a light! Oh what a tree! Yes, and this is not a Christmas tree, he has not yet seen such trees! Where is he now: everything glitters, everything shines and all around are dolls - but no, they are all boys and girls, only so bright, they all circle around him, fly, they all kiss him, take him, carry him with them, yes and he himself flies, and he sees: his mother looks and laughs at him joyfully.

- Mother! Mother! Oh, how good it is here, mom! - the boy shouts to her, and again kisses the children, and he wants to tell them as soon as possible about those dolls behind the glass. - Who are you boys? Who are you girls? he asks, laughing and loving them.

- This is the "Christ tree", - they answer him. “Christ always has a tree on that day for little children who don’t have their own tree there ...” And he found out that these boys and girls were all the same as him, children, but some were still frozen in their baskets, in which they were thrown on the stairs to the doors of Petersburg officials; others suffocated at the little chicks, from the foster home to be fed, still others died at the withered breasts of their mothers (during the Samara famine), the fourth suffocated in third-class carriages from the stench, and yet they are here now, they are all now like angels, everyone Christ, and he himself is in the midst of them, and stretches out his hands to them, and blesses them and their sinful mothers ... And the mothers of these children all stand right there, on the sidelines, and cry; each recognizes her boy or girl, and they fly up to them and kiss them, wipe their tears with their hands and beg them not to cry, because they feel so good here ...

And downstairs, in the morning, the janitors found a small corpse of a boy who had run in and froze for firewood; they also found his mother ... She died even before him; both met with the Lord God in the sky.

And why did I write such a story, so not going into an ordinary reasonable diary, and even a writer? He also promised stories mainly about real events! But that's the thing, it always seems and imagines to me that all this could really happen - that is, what happened in the basement and behind the firewood, and there about Christ's Christmas tree - I don't know how to tell you could it happen or not? That's why I'm a novelist, to invent.

... and nasty vodka into my mouth // Ruthlessly poured ...– An inaccurate quote from N. A. Nekrasov’s poem “Childhood” (1855), which is the second edition of the poem “Fragment” (“I was born in the province ...”, 1844). During the lifetime of Nekrasov and Dostoevsky, "Childhood" was not published, but went on the lists. When and how Dostoevsky met him is not clear; nevertheless, the whole scene of the drunkenness of a young boy echoes the following passage from "Childhood":

Stealthily from mother
He planted me
And nasty vodka in my mouth
Drop by drop poured:
"Well, refuel from a young age,
Fool, grow up -
You won't die of hunger.
Don't drink your shirt!" -
So he said - and furiously
Laughed with friends
When I'm crazy
And fell and screamed ...
(Nekrasov N. A. Complete collection of works and letters: V 15 t. L., 1981. T. 1. S. 558).

... others suffocated at the little chicks, from the foster home to feed ...- Orphanages were called shelters for foundlings and homeless babies. Dostoevsky's attention was drawn to the St. Petersburg Orphanage as early as 1873 by a note in Golos (March 9, 1873), which contained a letter from the priest John Nikolsky about the high mortality among the pupils of this institution, distributed to the peasant women of his parish in Tsarskoye Selo district. The letter stated that peasant women take children in order to get linen and money for them, but they do not take care of babies; in turn, doctors who issue documents for the right to take a child show complete indifference and indifference to whose hands the children fall into. In the May issue of The Writer's Diary, when talking about his visit to the Orphanage, Dostoevsky mentions his intention to "go to the villages, to the chukhonkas, to whom the babies have been given out" (see p. 176).

Chukhonets- Finn.

... during the Samara famine ...- In 1871 - 1873. The Samara province suffered catastrophic crop failures, which caused severe famine.

... the fourth suffocated in third-class carriages from the stench ...- "Moskovskie Vedomosti" (1876. January 6) cited an entry from the complaint book at st. Voronezh that on the train, in the third-class carriage, a boy and a girl died and that the state of the latter is hopeless. “The reason is the stench in the car, from which even adult passengers fled.”

When he grew up and entered the gymnasium, she began to study with him all the sciences in order to help, prompt her son. Kolya Krasotkin had every chance of gaining a reputation as a mama's son. But that did not happen. It turned out that he was not a timid ten. He knew how to win the respect of his peers, behaved with dignity with teachers, liked to play pranks, but never crossed the permissible limits. Anna Fedorovna was worried, it often seemed to her that her son did not love her enough. She reproached him for coldness, insensibility. But Krasotkin's widow was wrong. Kolya loved her very much, but did not tolerate what in the language of high school students was called "veal tenderness." Kolya's case on the railroad was very proud. And he suffered a lot from it. And even more unhappiness was caused by his pride to his mother. One summer, an incident occurred that almost drove her crazy.

Dostoevsky, "boys": a summary of the chapters

As it turns out, this is Ilyushenka, the son of a retired staff captain Snegirev, whom Dmitry severely insulted. At the Khokhlakovs', Alex meets his middle brother and Katerina. Ivan confesses his love to Dmitri's fiancée and is about to leave, as Katerina intends to remain faithful to Mitya, despite his desire to marry Grushenka.
Katerina Ivanovna sends Alyosha to Snegirev to give the staff captain 200 rubles. Snegirev, despite plight in a family (a sick daughter, a weak-minded wife, a young son), refuses money. Book five. Pro and contra Ivan and Alexei meet in a tavern, where one of the main scenes of the novel takes place.
The middle brother talks about his beliefs. He does not deny God, but he does not recognize that the world is arranged by the Almighty. Ivan retells his poem about the Grand Inquisitor, in which he describes how Christ descended to earth again and was imprisoned.

boys

They also have families. And mothers protect and try to feed their cubs.

Summary Gogol Old-world landowners The descriptions from which the story begins are very beautiful and appetizing. Food is practically the only thing the elderly care about. All life is subject to her: in the morning they ate this or that
Summary A horse with a pink mane Astafyev A horse with a pink mane is Astafyev’s story about how a boy deceived his grandmother, and what happened to him.

The events take place in a taiga village on the banks of the Yenisei in the 1960s.

Summary of Suteev's fairy tales Under the mushroom. One day it started to rain in the forest. Animals and insects began to look for somewhere to hide. The most suitable place turned out to be a mushroom.

A brief retelling of the boys Dostoevsky chapter by chapter

Attention

Terrified, the old woman rushed to the house and saw through open window the murdered Fyodor Pavlovich. She raised a cry and called the neighbors for help. Then all together they called the police officer. An investigation began immediately. A pestle was found in the garden, and in the bedroom of the deceased they found an empty, torn package from under those same three thousand rubles.

Important

During interrogation, Dmitry initially refused to explain where he got the money from. But then he admitted: these are the remains of the three thousand that Katerina gave him. Nobody believes Mitya. All eyewitness testimony in Mokry is against him.

Book ten. Boys This chapter tells about Kolya Krasotkin, who patronized Ilyusha at the gymnasium. Kolya was a very brave boy. Once, on a dare, he lay down between the rails under a passing train. After this incident, he was respected by all the boys in the gymnasium.

Previously, Kolya was in a quarrel with Ilyusha, but now he has reconciled and met Alexei.

one more step

Fyodor Pavlovich also accused Dmitry of bringing his bride Katerina Ivanovna to the city, and he himself was seducing Grushenka, the kept woman of a local wealthy merchant. Mitya in response blames his father, they say, he himself wants to get Grushenka. Zosima behaves surprisingly at this meeting. He bows at Dmitry's feet, anticipating his future tragedy, and blesses Ivan for the search for truth.
Alexei is punished after his death to leave the monastery and be with his brothers. Book three. Voluptuous Dmitry tells Alyosha about Katerina Ivanovna's problem. Her father lost government money and in desperation decided to shoot himself.
Dmitry just had the right amount, and he is ready to give money to Katerina if she comes to him. And the girl decided to sacrifice herself in order to save the honest name of her father. Dmitry, however, did not take advantage of the moment, but gave Katerina money just like that.

It all ended with the fact that Kolya himself, like a little one, burst into tears and promised his mother that he would never upset her again. Children Soon after the event, which so upset Kolya's mother, but aroused the respect of his peers, the boy brought home a mongrel. He called the dog Chime and apparently dreamed of raising him smart dog, because he spent hours training her. In the chapter "Children", in fact, no events take place. It is told only about how once Kolya was forced to look after the neighbor's children. The mother of Nastya and Kostya took the maid to the hospital, and Agafya, who looked after her son Krasotkina, went to the market. The schoolboy could not leave the “bubbles,” as he affectionately called the kids, until one of them returned. But he had some, in his opinion, very important things.

Book Ten
boys

I
Kolya Krasotkin

November at the beginning. We had a frost of eleven degrees, and with it sleet. A bit of dry snow fell on the frozen ground during the night, and the “dry and sharp” wind picks it up and sweeps it through the boring streets of our town, and especially through the market square. Cloudy morning, but the snow stopped. Not far from the square, not far from the Plotnikovs' shop, there is a small, very clean house both outside and inside, the house of the official's widow, Krasotkina. The provincial secretary Krasotkin himself died a very long time ago, almost fourteen years ago, but his widow, thirty years old and still a very pretty lady, is alive and lives in her clean house "with her own capital." She lives honestly and timidly, with a gentle but rather cheerful character. She remained after her husband of eighteen years, having lived with him for only about a year and had just given birth to his son. Since then, since his death, she devoted herself entirely to raising this little boy Kolya of hers, and although she loved him all fourteen years without memory, she, of course, endured incomparably more suffering with him than she survived joys, trembling and dying from fear, almost every day, that he would fall ill, catch a cold, catch a cold, climb onto a chair and fall down, and so on and so forth. When Kolya began to go to school and then to our progymnasium, his mother rushed to study all the sciences with him in order to help him and rehearse lessons with him, rushed to get acquainted with teachers and their wives, even caressed Kolya’s comrades, schoolchildren, and foxed before them, so that they would not touch Kolya, would not mock him, would not beat him. She brought it to the point that the boys actually began to mock him through her and began to tease him with the fact that he was a sissy. But the boy managed to defend himself. He was a brave boy, "terribly strong," as the rumor about him in the class swept through and soon established itself, he was dexterous, stubborn in character, audacious and enterprising spirit. He studied well, and there was even a rumor that he, both from arithmetic and from world history, would knock down the teacher Dardanelov himself. But the boy, although he looked down on everyone, turning up his nose, was a good comrade and did not exalt himself. He took the respect of the schoolchildren for granted, but kept himself friendly. The main thing is that he knew the measure, he knew how to restrain himself on occasion, and in relations with his superiors he never crossed some last and cherished line, beyond which a misdemeanor can no longer be tolerated, turning into disorder, rebellion and lawlessness. And yet, he was very, very not averse to fooling around at every opportunity, fooling around like the very last boy, and not so much fooling around as tricking something, doing wonders, giving "extrafefer", chic, showing off. Most importantly, he was very selfish. He even managed to put subordinates in his relationship with his mother, acting on her almost arbitrarily. She obeyed, oh, she had long since obeyed, and only she could not endure the mere thought that the boy “loved her little.” It constantly seemed to her that Kolya was “insensitive” to her, and there were times when, shedding hysterical tears, she began to reproach him for being cold. The boy did not like this, and the more they demanded from him heartfelt outpourings, the more unyielding, as it were on purpose, became. But this happened with him not on purpose, but involuntarily - such was his character. His mother was wrong: he loved his mother very much, and did not love only “calf tenderness,” as he put it in his schoolboy language. After the father left a cupboard in which several books were kept; Kolya loved to read and had already read some of them to himself. Mother was not embarrassed by this, and only sometimes wondered how this boy, instead of going to play, stood by the cupboard for whole hours over some book. And in this way, Kolya read something that he should not have been allowed to read at his age. However, lately, although the boy did not like to cross a certain line in his pranks, pranks began that frightened his mother in earnest - it is true, they were not immoral, but desperate, cutthroat. Just that summer, in the month of July, during vacations, it happened that mother and son went to stay for a week in another county, seventy miles away, to a distant relative, whose husband worked at a railway station (the very same, nearest from our city, the station from which Ivan Fyodorovich Karamazov set off for Moscow a month later). There, Kolya began by looking at the railway in detail, studying the routines, realizing that he could show off his new knowledge when he returned home, among the schoolchildren of his progymnasium. But just at that time there were also several other boys, with whom he made friends; some of them lived at the station, others in the neighborhood - all the young people from twelve to fifteen years old came together about six or seven, and two of them happened from our town. The boys played together, played pranks, and on the fourth or fifth day of their stay at the station, an incredible bet of two rubles took place between the stupid youth, namely: Kolya, almost the youngest of all, and therefore somewhat despised by the elders, out of pride or out of shameless courage, suggested that he, at night, when the eleven o'clock train arrives, lie prone between the rails and lie motionless while the train rushes over him at full speed. True, a preliminary study was made, from which it turned out that it is really possible to stretch and flatten along between the rails so that the train, of course, will pass and not touch the one who is lying, but, nevertheless, what a lie! Kolya stood firmly that he would lie down. At first they laughed at him, called him a liar, a fanfare, but they encouraged him all the more. The main thing is that these fifteen-year-olds turned up their noses in front of him too much and at first did not even want to consider him a comrade, as a “little one”, which was already unbearably insulting. And so it was decided to leave in the evening for a verst from the station, so that the train, having left the station, had time to completely scatter. The boys have gathered. The night was moonless, not that dark, but almost black. At the proper hour, Kolya lay down between the rails. The five others who had wagered, with bated breath, and finally in fear and remorse, waited at the bottom of the embankment beside the road in the bushes. Finally, a train rumbled out of the station in the distance. Two red lanterns flashed out of the darkness, an approaching monster rumbled. "Run, run away from the rails!" the boys, who were dying of fear, shouted to Kolya from the bushes, but it was too late: the train galloped up and rushed past. The boys rushed to Kolya: he lay motionless. They began to pull at him, began to lift him up. He suddenly got up and silently descended from the embankment. Going downstairs, he announced that he had purposely been lying unconscious in order to frighten them, but the truth was that he had indeed lost consciousness, as he later admitted, long later, to his mother. Thus the glory of the "desperate" behind him was strengthened forever. He returned home to the station pale as a sheet. The next day he fell ill with a slightly nervous fever, but in spirit he was terribly cheerful, glad and pleased. The incident was announced not now, but already in our city, penetrated into the progymnasium and reached its superiors. But then mother Kolya rushed to pray to the authorities for her boy and ended up defending him and begging for him by the respected and influential teacher Dardanelov, and the matter was left in vain, as if it had never happened at all. This Dardanelov, a single and not old man, was passionately and for many years already in love with Madame Krasotkina, and already once, about a year ago, most respectfully and dying from fear and delicacy, he ventured to offer her his hand; but she flatly refused, considering consent to be a betrayal of her boy, although Dardanelov, according to some mysterious signs, might even have had some right to dream that he was not completely disgusted by the charming, but already too chaste and tender widow. Kolya's crazy prank, it seems, broke through the ice, and for his intercession a hint of hope was made to Dardanelov for his intercession, though a distant one, but Dardanelov himself was a phenomenon of purity and delicacy, and therefore it was enough for him for the time being to complete his happiness. He loved the boy, although he would have considered it humiliating to curry favor with him, and treated him sternly and demandingly in the classes. But Kolya himself kept him at a respectful distance, prepared his lessons perfectly, was the second student in the class, addressed Dardanelov dryly, and the whole class firmly believed that Kolya was so strong in world history that he would “knock down” Dardanelov himself. And indeed, Kolya once asked him the question: “Who founded Troy?” - to which Dardanelov answered only in general about the peoples, their movements and migrations, about the depth of time, about fables, but he could not answer who exactly founded Troy, that is, what kind of persons, and even found the question for some reason idle and bankrupt. But the boys remained convinced that Dardanelov did not know who founded Troy. Kolya read about the founders of Troy from Smaragdov, who was kept in a closet with books, which was left after his parent. It ended up that everyone, even the boys, finally became interested: who exactly founded Troy, but Krasotkin did not reveal his secret, and the glory of knowledge remained unshakable for him. After the incident on the railroad, Kolya's attitude towards his mother underwent some change. When Anna Fedorovna (Krasotkin's widow) found out about her son's feat, she almost went crazy with horror. She had such terrible fits of hysteria, which lasted intermittently for several days, that Kolya, already seriously frightened, gave her an honest and noble word that such pranks would never happen again. He swore on his knees before the image and swore by the memory of his father, as Madame Krasotkina herself demanded, and the "courageous" Kolya himself burst into tears, like a six-year-old boy, from "feelings", and mother and son all that day threw themselves into each other's arms and cried shaking . The next day, Kolya woke up still “insensitive”, but became more silent, more modest, stricter, more thoughtful. True, after a month and a half, he was again caught in one prank, and his name even became known to our justice of the peace, but the prank was already of a completely different kind, even funny and stupid, and, as it turned out, it was not he himself who committed it, but only found himself involved in it. But more on that later. The mother continued to tremble and suffer, and Dardanelov, as her worries, more and more perceived hope. It should be noted that Kolya understood and unraveled Dardanelov from this side and, of course, deeply despised him for his "feelings"; before, he even had the indelicacy to show his contempt in front of his mother, remotely hinting to her that he understood what Dardanelov was trying to achieve. But after the accident on the railroad, he changed his behavior on this subject too: he no longer allowed himself hints, even the most distant ones, and he began to speak of Dardanelov more respectfully in his mother’s presence, which the sensitive Anna Fedorovna immediately realized with boundless gratitude in her heart, but but at the slightest, most unexpected word, even from some stranger about Dardanelov, if Kolya was present at the same time, she suddenly flared up with shame, like a rose. Kolya, at that moment, either looked frowningly out the window, or looked to see if he was being asked for porridge boots, or fiercely called Chime, a shaggy, rather large and lousy dog, which he suddenly acquired from somewhere for a month, dragged into the house and kept for some reason something in secret in the rooms, not showing it to anyone from her comrades. He tyrannized terribly, teaching her all sorts of things and sciences, and brought the poor dog to the point that she howled without him when he went to classes, and when he came, she squealed with delight, jumped like crazy, served, fell to the ground and pretended to be dead and so on. , in a word, she showed all the things that she was taught, no longer on demand, but solely from the ardor of her enthusiastic feelings and a grateful heart. By the way: I forgot to mention that Kolya Krasotkin was the same boy whom the already familiar boy Ilyusha, the son of a retired staff captain Snegirev, stabbed in the thigh with a penknife, standing up for his father, whom the schoolchildren teased with a “washcloth”.

"Boys" is a chapter that is included in the great novel "The Brothers Karamazov". This chapter tells about a little boy - Kolya Krasotkin, who has only a mother, about his actions and relationships with other people. The boy is very educated, brave and courageous. She can always stand up for herself and others. But the minus of his character is that he loves himself very much and is ready for the most dangerous deeds, even ready to go to extremes so as not to tarnish his honor. That is why he lies between the rails, after which the train passes over him. The boy was not injured, but his act did not elicit approval from the director of the school where he studied. And the mother, having learned about what had happened, could not get out of bed for several days. The teacher Dardanelov came to the rescue, he did this because he was very in love with the boy's mother. But such a young boy does not like it, he stood up against the teacher's relationship with his mother and shows it with all his might. So the boy asks a question to which the teacher does not know the answer, by this act he not only humiliates the teacher, but also shows his superiority over him.

After some time, the boy gets a dog, he tries to teach it different commands, sometimes he tortures and brings pain to the animal, but despite this, the dog loves the boy and is attached to him.

Kolya Krasotkin was wounded with a knife up to this point, this was done by Ilya Snegirev.

This story teaches that a person should always be responsible for his actions and know the measure of his actions. Yes, it is important to leave your honor clean, but thinking about others is more important. Kolya put not only his life in a dangerous situation with the train, but also the life of his mother, who was worried about him. Most often, excessive protection of one's dignity does not lead to good, it leads to harm to one's life, damage to one's reputation, even loss of a place of study. In any case, you need to know the measure and understand when you need to stop, and it doesn’t matter if it concerns honor or something else.

Another lesson the story teaches its readers: you need to respect and appreciate the help of others and not subject them to humiliation, respect your parents and not spoil their lives, as Kolya does by not allowing the teacher to meet with her mother, because it’s hard for her to follow and watch her son alone, he doesn't think about it at all. This is shown by the case of the teacher who tried to help Kolya, but he destroyed all attempts to get out of the situation and save a place in his gymnasium, which is bad for the mother too.

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F. M. Dostoevsky, the story "Boys". "Kolya Krasotkin"

Upon learning of this, his mother was in fits for several days. In the gymnasium where Kolya studied, the authorities did not like this news. However, the teacher Dardanelov, who was in love with Krasotkin's mother, stood up for the guy. But Kolya is against this relationship and makes it clear to the widow. He shows his superiority over the teacher by asking him a question to which he does not know the answer.

The guy gets a dog, teaches it commands and tyrannizes it. However, the dog loves the owner.

At the end of this chapter about Kolya Krasotkin, we learn that this is the same guy who was stabbed by Ilyusha Snegirev with a knife.

Dostoevsky, "The Brothers Karamazov", "Boys". "Kids"

In this part, we learn that other people live in the house where Kolya Krasotkin lives with his mother, dog and maid Agafya: a doctor with two children and a maid Katerina. On the day in question main character I was going to go to an important business, but I was forced to sit out with “bubbles”. So he called the doctor's children - Nastenka and Kostya. There were no adults at home besides him. Katerina was about to give birth, so she, Krasotkin's mother and the doctor went to the midwife, and Agafya went to the market. To entertain the children, Kolya showed them a cannon. When the Krasotkins' maid returned, he quarreled with her.

"Schoolboy"

Kolya, together with a younger boy, Matvey Smurov, decided to visit the sick and dying Ilyusha Snegirev. Summary (Dostoevsky, "Boys") can be continued by the fact that along the way Krasotkin is insolent to others: merchants, guys, peasants. He considers himself smarter than others and shows it to people in every possible way. When they get to Ilyusha's house, Krasotkin tells Smurov to call

"Bug"

When Karamazov goes to see Krasotkin, Kolya becomes noticeably nervous. He had dreamed of meeting him for a long time. Kolya tells Alyosha about their friendship with Ilyusha, about how he stabbed him with a knife. And it was like this: the boys were friends, Snegirev idolized Krasotkin, but the more he was drawn to him, the more Kolya repelled him with his coldness. Once Ilyusha did a vile deed: he put a pin in bread and threw it to Zhuchka. The dog ate, squealed and ran away. After such an act, Kolya said that he did not want to deal with him. Everyone laughed at Ilyusha, offended him, and at such a moment he stabbed Krasotkin.

When Snegirev became seriously ill, he said that God had punished him so much for the dog he might have killed.

Colin's dog named Chime looked like a Beetle. The guys went home, and Kolya promised to surprise us with the unusual appearance of the dog.

"At Ilyushin's bed"

The summary (Dostoevsky, "Boys") of this part includes a description of Kolya's character. Krasotkin showed himself to be a proud, narcissistic and boastful guy. He brought the dog (Chim) and said that it was actually a Bug. Kolya admitted that he kept the dog at home to teach him commands in order to return him to Ilyusha and surprise him with the skills that the animal acquired.

By that time, a pedigreed puppy had been given to the sick boy to make him feel better.

Krasotkin behaves provocatively in front of everyone. He gives his cannon to Ilyusha, puts in his place one boy who dared to say that he knows the answer to the question that baffled the teacher. He tries to impress Alyosha by telling stories about himself and showing off his knowledge. And then the doctor comes.

"Early development"

Here is a dialogue between Alyosha and Kolya. Krasotkin again tries to impress Karamazov. He shares his thoughts on medicine, faith, attributing his judgments to famous philosophers, critics and writers. To which Karamazov replies that these are not his words, that his conceit is a matter of age. Kolya finds out how Alyosha treats him.

"Ilyusha"

How does he finish his work? summary) Dostoevsky? "The Boys" is a short story that ends with the doctor telling him that the sick man doesn't have long to live. He looked at these people with disgust. Krasotkin began to taunt him in response, but Alyosha stopped him. They approached Ilyusha, everyone was crying. In tears, Kolya ran home, promising to return in the evening.