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V.G. hard part. The author draws a picture ordinary people, yakі live zvichaynymi zhityt s її troubles and joys. At that very hour of the vines, there may be richness of the inner world of these people. So, in the description of “French Lessons”, the author reveals to the readers the life of that spiritual light of a strong peasant.

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French lessons

Anastasia Prokopivna Kopilova

It's wonderful: why do we do it ourselves, like in front of the fathers, blaming our fault in front of the teachers? And not for those who were in school - no, but for those who became of us later.

I pishov at the fifth grade at the forty-eighth rotation. It would be more correct to say, poїhav: we have only villages near the village Pochatkov school the one who learned far away, I had a chance to order from the house for fifty kilometers to the regional center. For the day before, my mother sent me there, moved in with my friend that I was lodging in her, and on the rest of the day sickly uncle Vanya, the driver of the unit in the Kolgospі pіvtorki, vivanting me on the streets of Pidkam'yanіy, de me need to bring in the life, to add in the budinok vuzol with a lizhkom, pіdbadjorly splashing goodbye on the shoulder and pokoti. So, in eleven years, my independent life began.

The hunger of that fate has not yet let go, and there were three of us with my mother, I am the eldest. Hanging, if it happened to be especially tight, I forged myself and zmushuvav forged my little sister very sprouted potatoes, grains of vіvsa and zhita, to spread the plantings in the stomach, - even if you don’t have a chance to think about the hedgehog for an entire hour. All summer we diligently watered our souls with clean Angarsk water, but I didn’t give birth to a chomus, because the wine was so small that we didn’t smell it. Vіm, I think, that the winding is not a good thing for people if they need more, and we, through lack of knowledge, worked there incorrectly.

It’s important to say that my mother dared to let me in to the district (the district center was called the district). We lived without a father, we lived badly together, and out, maybe, I judged that you won’t be any worse - nowhere. I started well, went to school out of satisfaction and in the village I knew for a literate person: writing for the old and reading leaves, sorting through the books, as if I stumbled into our non-ostentatious library, and in the evenings I told the lads from them the strengths of history, to bring myself to mind. Ale, they especially believed in me, if the bonds were on the right. For the war, people accumulated a lot, tables of wins came often, and they carried those bonds before me. It was important that I have a happy eye. Wingreshi and rightly trotted, most often dribbles, but the colleague at the troki’s radium would be like a copy, and here from my hands a bad luck called and zovsim hatred. Joy in the air passed by me. They saw me from the peasant lads, they made me happy; once uncle Illya, stingy stingy, stingy old, having won a chotirist ruble, burning me a bucket of potatoes - in the spring there was a lot of wealth.

And everything that I understood in the numbers of bonds, mothers said:

Brainy you have a lad growth. Tse… let's do yoga. Diploma is not lost for nothing.

I mother, in spite of our misfortunes, took me, wanting to have no one from our village in the region before. I'm pershy. That I didn’t understand, like a trace, that I’m checking, like trying to check on me, my dear, in a new place.

I got started and it's good here. What did I lose? - Then I came here and arrived, if I could do it, I didn’t have it here, but the abyak was put in before it was supposed to be on me, I didn’t even take it. I’m sure that I would have bothered to drink before school, if I hadn’t taught me one lesson, then I got five marks from all subjects, French Crimea.

I didn’t get along well with my French through VIMOV. I easily memorized the words and turned them, translating them quickly, miraculously coping with the difficulties of spelling, and Alevimov saw with my head all my Angara adventure right up to the rest of the colony, defiant of nothing of foreign words, as if raising suspicions about their foundation. I scribbled in French on the kshtalt of our rural carts, forging half of the sounds for inappropriateness, and the other half in short, barking strokes. Lydia Mikhailovna, the French teacher, listening to me, frowned helplessly and flattened her eyes. Nothing like that, obviously, did not chula. She showed again and again, how the noses moved, voiced, asked to repeat - I was ruining, the tongue in my mouth was ancient and did not collapse. Everything was going well. Alya the most terrible began, if I came from school. There I involuntarily thought, the whole hour of turmoil was timid, there the lads were playing me, at once from them - like it or not, I had to collapse, play, but in the lessons - practice. But only a little, but I was left alone, at once a tight fit fell on me - tight on the booth, in the village. No sooner than a day ago I was not aware of this and, obviously, I was not ready to live among strangers. So I was bad, so hot and cold! - Hirshe for every ailment. I wanted only one thing, I dreamed about one thing - home and home. I am very thin; mother, who came like a spring, sneered for me. Under her, I croaked, not grimacing and not crying, but, if she went out, not being seen and roaring, chasing the car. Mother waved her hand to me from the body, so that I would wake up, without destroying myself that її, I didn’t understand anything. Todіvona got into trouble and sounded the car.

Climb, - vymagala out, if I pіdіyshov. Finish it off, study, let's go home.

I shamenuvsya and vtik.

Ale, I’m not thinner through the tightness behind the house. Until then, I'm still understaffed. In the autumn, while Uncle Vanya was carrying on his second bread near Zagotzerno, which was not far from the regional center, they forced me to finish it often, about once a week. Ale, everything is dashing in what I didn’t get. There was nothing there, there was a lot of bread and potatoes, my mother was stuffing syrup from a jar, which she took from someone: she didn’t trim the cow. It’s enough to bring a lot, if you grab it for two days, it’s empty. I soon became reminded that half of my bread is good somewhere secretly known. Perevіriv - so i є: buv is dumb. Those same worked with potatoes. Who sipped - aunt Nadya, who was noisy, wrapped up woman, as if she were alone with three children, who among the older girls was the youngest, Fedko, - I didn’t know, I was afraid to think about you, not those stezhit. It was only covered, for my mother, for the sake of me, winding up the remains of my own, like a sister with a brother, but all the same, I went ahead. Ale, I zmusiv myself to calm down z tsim. You won’t become easier than a mother, because she will smell the truth.

The famine here is not similar to the famine in the countryside. There always, and especially in autumn, it was possible to change, sirvati, vykopati, rise, riba went to Angara, near foxes litav birds. Here for me everything seemed to be empty: foreign people, foreign cities, foreign land. A small river for ten rows was processed with madder. I've been sitting for a week with wood all day and sipping three small minnows with a teaspoon - you don't get good at such fishing. I didn’t go anymore - what a gift to shift the hour! In the evenings, the white of the tea-house stings, in the bazaar, remembering what they bathe, choking on the slough and ishov nothing back. There was a hot kettle on the stove by Aunt Nadya; pozhburivshi naked okropu and zіgrіvshi shluk, lying down to sleep. Vranci I'll wake up to school. So and holding on to that happy new year, if the second door came to the gate and Uncle Vanya knocked at the door. Hungry and knowing that my grub is still not washed for a long time, even if I save some money, I got to the vіdvalu, to the cut of that stomach, and then, in a day or two, I again pidsazhuv teeth to the police.

Yakos, still at the Veresn, Fedko asked me:

Are you not afraid to play in "chika"?

In yaku "chiku"? - I'm not sensible.

Gra taka. For pennies. Yakshcho pennies, pіdemo zіgraєmo.

There is no I in me. Let's go like this, let's wonder. Get better, it's wonderful.

Fedko took me outside the city. We walked along the edge of a long, ridged pagorba, succulently overgrown with nettles, black, tangled, with hanging bristle grons today, moved, stribayuchi on the mounds, through the old castle and in the lowland, on a clean and equal small galyavin, ran. We went. The boys were worried. All the stinks were approximately the same fates as I, the crimson of one - tall and powerful, commemorated by its strength and power, clapping with old ore with a forelock. I guessed: I went to the eighth class.

Who else is there to vaccinate? - Fedko said discontentedly.

Vіn svіy, Vadik, svіy, - Fedko was right. - Vin is alive with us.

Will you be griti? - Asking me Vadik.

No money.

Marvel not in'yakai to whom, scho mi here.

Axis! - I formed.

No more respect was given to me, I killed and became a guardian. Not all of them played - sometimes six, sometimes seven, the reshta only marveled, hurting more importantly for Vadik. Having ruled the wines here, I’ll understand once again.

There is nothing to be done with the grit. Leather put ten kopecks on a coin, a hundred coins were lowered with tails uphill on the Maidanchik, surrounded by a thick boundary of meters for two types of kasi, and from the other side, in the form of a boulder, which lay close to the ground and serving as an emphasis for the front leg, they threw a round stone puck . Throw її it was necessary with this rozrahunk, so that the yakomoga won closer to the border, but did not go beyond it, - even though they took away the right to the first to beat the casa. They beat everyone with the same puck, trying to turn it over. eagle coins. Turning over - yours, beating far away, no - give the right to the attacker. But more importantly, it was even more important to hit coins with a washer when throwing, and even though one of them was leaning on an eagle, the whole thing without roses passed to your gut, and the game began anew.

Vadik is cunning. Vіn іshov to the boulder after all, if the picture of the blackness was before the eyes and vin bachiv, where to throw, to go forward. The pennies came first, the stench rarely reached the rest. Singingly, everyone understood that Vadik was cunning, but to tell you about the price of nobody could not. Truth, and grave wine is good. Approaching the stone, squatting down, crouching down, pointing the puck at the target, and slowly, smoothly protruding - the puck dangled from his hands and flew there, where the motive was. Throwing a chubok with a fluffy rush of the head of the veins, sho z'їhav, on the mountain, spitting the kill, showing that it was crushed on the right, and lazily, stepping up to pennies with a crook. Like the stench of the boules in the compartment, beating sharply, with a ringing, single coins, having chipped the puck carefully, with a roll, so that the coin did not beat and did not spin in a circle, but, not rising high, it was no longer rolled over to another bek. Nothing more than vmiv. The lads thrashed the navmannya and took out new coins, and whoever didn’t get anything, turned into peeps.

I thought, scho, yakbi I mav pennies, I zmіg be grati. At the village we fought with grandmas, but there you will need an eye for sure. And I, besides, loving to play for myself the fun of being lucky: I’ll pick up a stone, I know the purpose is more important and I throw it at it, I won’t reach the final result - ten out of ten. He threw and burn, from behind his shoulder, and from below, hanging a stone over the met. So I had a spritnist. No money.

Mother gave me bread for that, because we didn’t have a penny, otherwise I bought bi yoga here. Will they take the stars from the kolgospі? All the same, once two wons, they put me on a sheet of five times - for milk. At present, there are fifty kopecks, you won’t grow up, but everything is one penny, on them in the market you can buy five five-and-a-half cans of milk, at a ruble per can. Milk is punished for me to drink because it is not enough, my head often starts spinning for no reason.

Ale, having taken five fives on the third day, I didn’t drink for milk, but having exchanged її for dribnitsa and virushing for the smitnik. The place here was chosen properly, you can’t say anything: the galyavina, closed by humpbacks, not a single star was visible. In the village, in the eyes of the grown-ups, for such games they played, they threatened the director of that militia. Here we don’t care about anyone. And not far, for ten khvilin dobizhish.

The first time I spent ninety kopecks, the other sixty. Groshey Bulo, zvichayno, Skoda, but I realized that I’m getting to the gris, my hand chimed step by step to the puck, let in for a kick evenly steels of strength, skilki blew up, so the puck went right, oh tezh got into the hands of the nobility, where the hell out slosh the earth. In the evenings, when everyone dispersed, I turned around again, removing the washer from Vadik’s stone, digging my dribnitsa out of the intestines and throwing it, the docks did not get dark. I reached the one that out of ten kidkiv three chi chotiri guessed exactly on a pittance.

And now the day has come, if I've lost my money at the win.

Autumn was warm and dry. Even at Zhovtnі it was warming so that it was possible to walk in a shirt, the boards fell off seldom and were built in a vapid, inadvertently brought in stars from the scoundrel by a weak passing wind. The sky was blue like summer, the scarlet became narrower, and the sun set early. Over the pagorbs in a clean annual smoked again, spreading gurgling, the intoxicating smell of dry polynu, distant voices lulled clearly, the birds shouted what they saw. The grass on our galyavin, shivered and frozen, all the same, it was left alive and soft, it was covered with wild greens, or rather, lads, they warmed up.

Now, after school, I went in here. The lads changed, newcomers appeared, and Vadik didn’t miss his annual play. Vaughn did not start without something. Behind Vadik, like a shadow, following great heads, shearing under a typewriter, a flint lad, in the name of Bird. At school, I didn’t tell Ptah to what, but, jumping ahead, I’ll say that at the third quarter of the wines, like falling on my head, falling on our class. It appears, having left in the fifth on another river and from the drive, having ruled itself until the holidays. Bird tezh zazvychay vigravav, even if it’s not so, like Vadik, the smaller one, but not overwhelmed. That one, maybe, and without losing it, scho at the same time with Vadik and that one, slowly helping him.

From our class, Tishkin, a lad with blinking eyes, who loves to raise his hand in the lessons, has run up Tishkin. You know, you don't know - it's all the same. To shout - to moan.

Why did you raise your hand? - Ask Tishkin.

Vіn shlopav with his very young:

I remember, and while getting up, forgetting.

I am not friends with him. In the form of timidity, talkativeness, zayvoї silskoї isolation, and smut - in the form of wild tightness around the house, which did not deprive the people of my bazhan, nor did I even grow up among the lads. I didn’t feel like it, I was left alone, not roaming and not seeing my strong camp of self-sufficiency: one is here, and not at home, not in the countryside, there I have rich comrades.

Tishkin, it was given, and did not mark me as Galyavin. Shvidko having warmed up, he did not know and did not appear soon.

And I won. I became vigravati postiyno day. I have my own rozrahunok: do not need to roll the puck with a maydanchik, gaining the right to the first blow; if there are a lot of roaring ones, it’s not easy: the closer you reach for the encore, the more trouble you can pass for it and the rest will be left behind. It is necessary to make a kasa when throwing. So I'm robiv. Zvichayno, I rizikuvav, but with my rightness, I was correct rizik. I instantly ran three, chotiri once slept, then for five, taking the cashier, turning my morning program. I re-programmed and re-turned. I rarely had a chance to hit the puck on the coins, but here I was corying with my trick: as if Vadik had rolled over on myself, I, on the contrary, bale in my face - it was so unintelligible, but so the puck was priming the coin, did not let it spin, and, incoming, turned over after her.

Now I've got pennies. I didn’t allow myself to be overwhelmed with thunder and wash on a galyavin until evening, I only needed a ruble, and a ruble a day. After tasting yoga, I tikav, bought a jar of milk at the market (the aunts grumbled, marveling at my bent, beaten, torn coins, poured milk), having offended and sat for the lessons. I couldn’t wait to finish everything, but even the thought that I was drinking milk gave me strength and conquered my hunger. I began to feel better that now my head is spinning a lot less.

Vadik calmly stood up to my winnings. Vіn i himself did not get lost in the salary, and it’s unlikely that the gut fell less. Sometimes they praised me: the axis, moving, as if it were necessary to throw, read, smeared. However, inadvertently, Vadik remembered that I needed to take a quick bite of the gris, and once reprimanded me:

Ti sho tse - zagreb kasu i beati? Bach, spritny yaki! Gray.

I need lessons, Vadik, work, - I began to learn.

Who needs robiti lessons, don’t go here.

And Ptah pidspivav:

Who said to you, why do they play for pennies like that? For tse, you want to know, b'yut three rubles. sensible?

More Vadik not giving me the puck earlier for himself and allowing only the rest to reach the stone. Throwing good wine, and often I liz in swarms for a new coin, without hitting the puck. But I threw it faster, and even though I had the ability to throw it, the puck, as if magnetized, flew like a penny. I myself marveled at my own brilliance, I would need to guess and take care of it, play more incomprehensibly, and I simply and ruthlessly continued to bomb the box office. Did I know that no one and no one has ever said goodbye, how do you keep moving forward? Do not check for mercy, do not look for intercession, for other wines a viscok, and hate the yoga of the one who follows next. I had a chance to touch science in this autumn on my wet skin.

I squandered again the pennies and ishov to take them away, if I remembered that Vadik stepped on one of the coins with his foot, that they fell on all sides. Reshta lay uphill with grats. In such vipadkas, when throwing, ring out shouting "to the warehouse!"

Out of stock! - Voting Vadik.

I went to the bottom and tried to break my leg with coins, ale beat me, quickly scooped up from the ground and showed me tails. I remembered that the coin was on an eagle, otherwise I didn’t become a b її twist.

Ti turning її, - I said. - Vaughn was on an eagle, I'm a bachelor.

Vin thrusting his fist into me.

And who is not bachiv? Smell what you smell.

I had to reconcile. Napolyagat on your own Bulo stupidly; like a beat, no one, a dear soul can’t intercede for me, navit Tishkin, like a spinning one.

The evil, primruzheni Vadikovsky eyes marveled at me point-blank. I cheated, quietly hitting the nearest coin, turning it over and handing it to a friend. “Hluzda point to the truth,” I said. “I’ll take them all at once.” Having set the puck again for a strike, but did not take it down again. They laughed a little.

Behind me, chuckling smiling, standing Ptah. I chirped:

What are you?!

Who told you, what am I? - Vіdіmknuv vіn. - Nasnilos, chi scho?

Come sit! - Vadik stretched out his hand for the puck, but I didn’t see it. The image overwhelmed me with fear, I was no longer afraid of anything in the world. For what? Why stink with me? What am I doing?

Come sit! - I asked Vadik.

You flipping that coin! I shouted to youmu. - I'm good at turning it over. Bachiv.

Well, repeat - put on me, asking for wine.

You turned over її, - I said more quietly, knowing well what kind of cym pide.

First, zzadu, hitting me with Ptah. I flew to Vadik, suddenly and calmly, without reconciliation, having lifted my head in disguise, and I fell, blood blew from my nose. I hobbled together, Ptah pounced on me again. You can still squirm and run in, but I don’t think about it. I twirled between Vadik and Ptahoy, not suffocating, squeezing my bottom, spitting shelter, and roaring, adding to them fiercely, upside down vigukuyu one and the same:

Turning over! Turning over! Turning over!

The stinks beat me in the middle, one and the other, one and the other. The third one, small and evil, shoved me on the legs, then the stench of the maya crept in blues everywhere. I tried just not to fall, I didn’t fall any more, to instill in those wilini me it was a shambles. Ale vreshti-resht stench knocked me to the ground and zupinilis.

Come, stare, the docks are alive! - commanding Vadik. - Shvidko!

I moved, sobbing, bubbling with my nose, that I was dead, climbing up the mountain.

Tilki v'yakai to whom - ub'emo! - Poobіtsyav me next Vadik.

I'm not vidpoviv. Everything in me seemed to harden and close in images, I didn’t have the strength to reach the word. I, only climbing up the mountain, I could not bear it, and, instead, I became healthy, shouting that it was strong - so that, singly, the whole village:

Flip-o-vul!

Bulo Ptah rushed after me, and suddenly turned around - it was clear that Vadik had judged what to strike for me, and he had yogo. Khvilin for five years I stood, sobbing, marveling at the galyavin, the storm began again, then descended along the other side of the hump to a beam, covered with a thick black sprinkling, falling on the dry grass, not streaming any more, loudly, crying.

That day did not exist, and it could not be in the mustache white light of an unhappy person for me.

Lies with fear, marveling at myself in the mirror: I’m not swollen and swollen, blue under my eyes, and below it, on the top, the fat crooked sadna is visible. How to go to school in such a look, I didn’t show, but if I had to go, I didn’t bother to skip classes for some reason. Admittedly, wear it with people and in the nature they trap around more for mine, and it’s not like a sight, you don’t guess for what it’s worth, but sadna and blueberry can’t really be true: once you can see that the stench flaunts here not out of my good will .

Closing my eyes with my hand, I blinked at the class, sat down at my desk and lowered my head. The first lesson, as if for evil, was French. Lydia Mikhailivna, by right of a classy ceramics worker, admired us more for other readers, and it seemed to be important to take care of us. Vaughn came in, hovered, but before that, as if to plant a class, it was small to look respectfully at our skin, the robers were hot, but the shoes were for the vikonnanny respect. І signs on my appearance won, zvichayno, bobbed in the air, even though I, like a moment, and hovav їх; I realized that the boys began to wrap around me.

Well, axis, - said Lydia Mikhailivna, opening a magazine. Today among us are wounded.

Klas laughed, and Lidiya Mikhailovna gleamed at me again. The stench in it mowed down and marveled at the sky, but we already learned to recognize where the stench should marvel.

I what happened? - she slept.

Falling in, - I blurted out, not having guessed lately, come up with at least a few decent explanations.

Oh, it's not far off. Yesterday, having fallen into what today?

Today. No, yesterday evening, if it was dark.

Hee fell! - wiguknuv Tishkin, choking with joy. - Tse yomu Vadik from the somgo class pіdnіs. The stench played for pennies, and having begun to compete and earn. I'm a bachelor. And say, fell.

I stopped in the face of such a thing. Vіn scho - zovsіgo nothing razumіє chi tse vin navmisne? For a penny, we could be beaten by 3 schools in two seconds. Finished. At the head in me, in fear, everything snarled and screeched: a sign, now a sign. Well, Tishkin. Axis Tishkin so Tishkin. Pleased. Bring clarity - nothing to say.

To you, Tishkin, I wanted to ask you something else, - without wondering and not changing the calm, trohi baiduzh tone, Lidiya Mikhailivna chimed in. - Go to the doshka, as if you already spoke, and get ready to speak. Vona pokakala, pokie Tishkin, scho razgulivsya, becoming unfortunate, wade to the dot, and briefly said to me: - After the lessons, you will miss.

I was most afraid that Lydia Mikhailovna would pull me to the director. This means that, let's go around today's conversation, tomorrow I will be shown before the high school line and I will be afraid to tell, that I will spontaneously take care of my brood right. The director, Vasil Andriyovich, so nourished the one who was guilty, who didn’t create guilt, breaking the window, beating or smoking at the sump: “What prompted you to take care of this brood right?”. Walking in front of the line, throwing his hands behind his back, swinging forward at the beat of his broad shoulders, so it seemed, nibi tightly zestabnuty dark jacket, which mutters, crumbles independently in front of the director, and pidganyav: We check. marvel, the whole school is watching what you say. Having begun learning from his own truth, he burmotiti, and then the director shaving his yoga: Give me a meal, tell me, for a meal. How was the food delivered? - "What sponukula me?" - “From the same: what happened? We listen to you." On the right, the sound ended in tears, less than a second later the director calmed down, and we parted ways. Naivazhche was among the high school students, they didn’t want to cry, but they couldn’t respond to Vasil Andriyovich’s questions.

It’s like the first lesson with us started ten minutes late, and all the whole hour the director finished up one ninth-grader, but, without having achieved anything sensible, he went to his office.

And what, tsikavo, I will say? It would be better if they would yell at once. I briefly, trochkoy rushed through my thoughts, thinking that I could turn around home, and then, inappropriately, pissed, snarling: no, with such a mess, I can’t go home. Insha rich - yakby, I left school myself ... But then again, you can say about me that I’m not a decent person, since I didn’t see what I wanted, but here I’m calling me to tsurate the skin. No, just not so. I'd be patient here, I sound, but it's not possible to go home like that.

After the lessons, in fear, I checked Lydia Mikhailovna in the corridor. Vaughn stepped out of the teacher’s room and, nodding, led me to the class. As for sure, there’s strength behind the table, I wanted to be in power at the third desk and filed in it, but Lydia Mikhailovna showed me on the front, right in front of her.

True, what do you pay for a penny? - immediately began to get out. Vaughn queried it loudly, I thought that in school you don’t talk about it in whispers anymore, and I sneer more and more. But there was no sensation, Tishkin managed to sell me with telbukhs. I am reconciled:

Well, yak - won chi program? I hesitated, not knowing which is better.

Come on tell me how. You lose, maybe?

Wee... win.

Good, I want it. Wingraesh, otzhe. І scho ty robish іz penny?

At school, I didn’t call for a long time to the voice of Lidia Mikhailovna, knocking me out of the pantel. In our countryside they spoke, smelling their voice deep into the inside, and sounding wine will make me want to, and Lidia Mikhailovna’s wine was like a dribbling and light, so that in the new one it was possible to listen aloud, and not without power to call - she could sometimes say enough, And nibi in the form of privacy and non-essential economy. I’m ready to call everything with my French language: loudly, while I’ve been learning, while I’ve been hanging on to someone else’s language, my voice without will is weak, weakened, like a bird in a klitz, check now, if the wines rise and shine again. From time to time, Lydia Mikhailovna fed so much, at the same time she was busy with others, important ones, but in the form of food, all one was not flowing.

Well, then why are you robish from a penny, how do you win? Do you buy zukerki? Chi books? Chi save up for shchos? Aje in you їх, maybe, rich now?

No, it's not good. I only win karbovanets.

I don't care anymore?

And the karbovanets? Why karbovanets? What are you doing with him?

I buy milk.

Vaughn sat neatly in front of me, all sensible and beautiful, garna and dressed in clothes, and in her woman’s youthful time, as I indescribably noticed, the smell of perfumes in her air reached me, which I respected for myself; before that, she was not a reader of arithmetic, as if, not of history, but of a mysterious French movie, as it seemed to be especially, kazkovo, it was not necessary to anyone, like, for example, me. Don’t laugh at her, I didn’t dare and fool her. That navіscho was deceiving me?

Vaughn murmured, looking at me, and I looked at me with a wide eye, as if looking at my respectful eyes, my mustache and nissenitnits downright swell and fill up with their filthy strength. Marvel, obviously, at what: in front of her, twirling at the party, a thin, dim-witted cotton in broken guise, neokhay without a mother and self-sufficient, at an old, dressed-up jacket on drooping shoulders, a kind of bow on his chest, but his arms were far away from him; have changed from the Batkiv breeches and dressed in a line of easily soiled light-green trousers with traces of a black-and-white beyka. I mentioned earlier, with such a clique, Lidiya Mikhailovna looked at my mouth. From the last class in outline, only I walked. Less than the coming autumn, if I was inspired to wear them to school, my mother sold the sewing machine, our only value, and bought me tarpaulin shoes.

Still, you don’t need money for a penny, ”Lidiya Mikhailovna said thoughtfully. - Obіyshovsya b ti as if without tsgogo. What can you do?

Not being able to believe in my order, I easily said:

I said broadly, but what do you see, that our broadness cannot be tied with hanks.

For the sake of justice, I need to say that in those days I had a bad luck. Our Kolgosp was early in the dry autumn with bread production, and Uncle Vanya didn’t come any more. I knew that in my mother’s house it was not possible to know, worrying about me, but it was not easier for me. A bear of potatoes, brought back by Uncle Vanya, simmering so quickly, nibi was fond of thinness. It’s good, scho, having shamed, I thought of picking up the crumbs in the abandoned shed, which is standing by the yard, and the axis is now only titty and alive. After school, stealthily, like a villain, I blinked at the barn, puffed the sprat of potatoes near the gut and ticked outside the street, in the grove, so that here at the handy and attached lowland, I would make fire. I wanted to eat all the time, I dreamed of dreaming, as if by my slack the judgment winds were circulating.

In the hope of stumbling upon a new company of gravel, I began to slowly cover the streets of the courts, tinyavshy wastelands, chasing after the lads, who were swept into the graveyard. Everything is bulo marno, the season is over, cold yellow winds are blowing. And just like our galyavino, like before, the lads continued to pick up. I circled nearby, bachiv, like a puck shining on the sun, like, waving my arms, I commanded Vadik and squirmed over the kasa know post.

Zreshtoy, I didn’t see it and went down to them. I knew that I was going to humiliation, but for no less humiliation it was once and for all to reconcile with him, that they beat me and drove me away. I’m less itchy to wonder how to be delivered before my appearance Vadik and Ptah and how I can trim myself. Ale, the biggest thing is hunger. I need a ruble - not for milk, but for bread. I did not know other ways to find yoga.

I pidijshov, and the gra chimed by itself, everyone marveled at me. The bird was at the hat with crooked ears, which sat, like everything on the night, without a turbot and boldly, at the kartat, navypusk shirts with short sleeves; Vadik forced himself at the beautiful courtesy of the castle. The ensign, zvalenі in one compartment, lay sweatshirts and coats, on them, huddled in the wind, sitting a small, five or six years old boy.

Ptah's first call to me:

Why come? Haven't beaten in a while?

Grati come, - I can be calmer, I’m surprised, wondering at Vadik.

Who said to you, what's wrong with you, - Bird waving, - gratimute here?

What, Vadik, I’m about to get some crumbs?

Why are you clinging to the people, Bird? - squint at me, saying Vadik. - Zrozumiv, the people came. Perhaps, we have ten karbovents from you, do you want to win?

You don’t have ten karbovents, - just don’t call yourself a boyaguz, I said.

Might be bigger, I dreamed about you. Having become, do not speak until Ptah is angry. And then the wine of the person is hot.

Give youma, Vadik?

Not required, high graє. - Vadik blinked at the lads. - Vіn miraculously grє, mi yoma in pіdmіtki not fit.

Now I’m teaching and understanding, why is Vadik’s kindness. Youmu, maybe, nabridla tedious, neticava gra, to that, to gargle yourself with nerves and see the relish of the right grey, wine and virishiv allow me to get to it. But just as soon as I bump into this vanity, I won’t say hello again. Vіn know what to wait for, instructed Ptah from him.

I virіshiv grati carefully and do not zazіhati at the checkout. And that’s all, so that you can’t see it, I rolled the puck, afraid to inadvertently spend it in pennies, then quietly bale the coins and look around for Ptah’s backside. In the first days, I did not allow myself to think about karbovanets; twenty or thirty kopecks for a piece of bread, and then it’s good, then come here.

Ale those who are a little early chi pizno statis, zrozumіlo, it became. On the fourth day, when I won a ruble, I got drunk, they beat me again. The truth is, it has never been easier, but one trace was left over: my lip was very swollen. At school, I had a chance to bite fast. Ale, as if I didn’t eat, as if I didn’t bite, but Lydia Mikhailovna was amazed. Vaughn navmisne called out to me to the dot, she forced me to read the French text. With ten healthy lips, I couldn’t move correctly, but about one, I can’t say anything.

Finish it, oh, god! Lidia Mikhailovna snarled and waved her hands at me, as if at an evil spirit. - That tse tse tse ?! No, I’ll have to take care of you fine. There is no other way out.

So began for me painful and hard days. From the very early morning, I fear the check of the tієї year, if I happen to be left alone with Lidia Mikhailovna, and, lamayuchi mov, repeat after her unruly for wimovi, come up with only words for punishment. Well, now, just as if not for the sake of knowing, three voices to anger into one viscous sound, those same “o”, for example, in the word “veasoir” (bagato), which can you choke on? Navischo s like a priston let out sounds through the nіs, if the rest of the time serving the people they call for other needs? New? Guilt and іsnuvati interі sensible. I grimaced in sweat, red and choked, and Lydia Mikhailovna, without a chink and without pity, irritated me to callous my tongue. Why me alone? At the school, there were a lot of lads every year, they spoke French antrochs no better, lower I, they walked in the wild, robbed what they wanted, and I, like curses, blowing one for all.

It turned out that it’s not the worst. Lidiya Mikhailovna raptomly said that the time at school we had until another day was to be filled with clothes, and she said that I would come to her apartment in the evening. She lived out of school, in teachers' booths. On the other, larger half of Lidia Mikhailovna's booth, the director himself bagged. I'm ishov toudi, yak to the tortura. And without that, in nature, fearful and rubbish, scho to be ruined in any kind of rubbish, in this clean, tidy apartment of the reader, I am literally kam'yaniv and fearing wildness. It was necessary for me to speak, so that I roared, passing by the room, sitting down - I had to change my mind, first of all, and it was not enough to get me a word by force. My success in French did not go well. Ale, marvelous river, we were less busy here, lower at school, where the change of friend respected us. Moreover, Lydia Mihaylivna, scurrying around the apartment for some reason, stoked me or confided to herself. I suspect that she didn’t know for me, she didn’t go to the French faculty, it’s more like that at school she wasn’t given a language, and she didn’t want to bring herself up, that she could pay no more for others.

Huddled at the hutch, I listened, not spodіvayuchis dochekatisya, if they let me go home. By the room there were a lot of books, on the nightstands there was a great garnier radio receiver; z progravachem - rіdkіsne at tі o'clock, but for me and zovsіm it's not a marvel. Lydia Mihaylivna put on scarves, and the splendid man's voice again began to speak French. So chi іnakshe vіd nоgo n_nowhere boulo podіtisya. Lydia Mikhailovna, in a simple homely dress, in soft linen shoes, walked around the room, trembling less and less frantically, if she came close to me. I couldn’t believe in a moment that I’m sitting in my house, everything here was too unsettling and unimpressive for me, reminiscent of light and unknown smells of another, lower I knew, life. It was miraculously happening, I look at my life from the side, and in the face of som and unhandedness behind myself, I yelled more loudly at my short jacket.

Lіdії Mikhailіvnі thіѕ bulo, mabut, roіv twenty-five-five hours close; I remember well її more correctly and that I don’t need to live in disguise with friends, so that I can attach a braid to them, eyes; tight, rarely roaring to the end of a smile and a familiar black, short-haired hair. Ale, with whom, it was not visible in the її guise of zhorstkost, like, as if I had better respected it, it became the fate of not a professional sign of the reader, to inspire the kindest and gentlest for the dacha, but it was like a guardian, with a cunning, surprising, that one should stand up to her the very nibi said: cіkavo, how did I stumble here and what am I doing here? Now I think that at that hour she overtook a woman; Behind her voice, her walk - softly, ale exalted, free, from her behavior, she felt courage and insight. And besides, I’m always thinking about how girls, like they speak French or Spanish language, become women earlier for their one-liners, like they are engaged, let’s say, in Russian and German.

It’s shameful to guess at once how I lied and ruined myself, if Lydia Mikhailovna, having finished our lesson, called me to supper. If I were a thousand times hungry, I would drink every appetite for me. Sit for one style from Lidia Mikhailovna! No no! Rather, until tomorrow, I will remind you of all French language, so that you don’t come here again. A piece of bread, maybe, really got stuck in my throat. Well, before that, I didn’t suspect that Lidiya Mikhailovna, like a mustache, was eating a little blue hedgehog, and not like manna from heaven, she appeared to me as an unseen person, dissimilar to all others.

I’m sloppy and, mumbling, what’s going on, what I don’t want, zakuvav uzdovzh walls to the exit. Lydia Mikhailovna marveled at me with a wonder in that image, but it was impossible for me to fix it with any forces. I ticked. So it was repeated a few times, then Lidiya Mikhailovna, out of anger, stopped asking me for a table. I sighed more.

As if they told me that downstairs, in the dressing room, there was a parcel for me, as if a man had gone to school. Uncle Vanya, obviously, our driver - what a man! Without a doubt, we have a boon close, and the checks for me from the lessons of uncle Vanya were not a moment - the axis and was overwhelmed by the rozdiagalny.

I forcefully endured until the end to take and rushed down. Titka Vira, the school tidying lady, showed me on a white plywood screen where to stand at the hut, in which to arrange the parcels. I zdivuvavsya: why in the screen? - the mother sang, she ruled the hedgehog at the great bear. Maybe, why not me? Hi, my class and my nickname were shown on the krishtsi. Mabut, having already written uncle Vanya here - they didn’t mix up for whom. What did the mother see to put food in the box ?! Marvel at how intelligent she has become!

Carry the parcel home, without knowing what it was, I couldn’t: be patient. It dawned on me that there are no potatoes there. For bread, the container is the same, maybe, it was covered up, that one is not handy. Before that, the bread was recently made for me, the wines were lesser. Then what is there? Right there, at the school, I liz and go down, de, remembering, lie juice, and, knowing її, tearing the lid. It was dark before the gathering, I drove back and, looking around wickedly, putting the box on the nearest staircase.

Glancing at the parcel, I was stunned: the beast, neatly covering paper with a great white arkush, lay macaroni. Otse so! Long, long pipes, laid one to one in even rows, fell on the light with such wealth, nothing more dear to me than I dreamed. Now I understood why my mother took the box: so that the macaroni did not break, did not crumble, arrived to me in safety and security. I carefully twisted one tube, looking, blowing at her, and, not able to stream anymore, becoming greedily crunchy. Let's just take a friend, a third, rozmirkovuyuchi, where would I hide the box, so that the macaroni would not get to the careless mice near the comor and my master. It was not for this that mothers bathed them, stained the rest of the pennies. No, I won't go for pasta that easily. Tse you do not like potatoes.

I choked with a rap. Macaroni… Surely, de mother took macaroni? There were no such things in our countryside, you can’t buy them there for any money. Why go out? Hurrying up, in hope, I’ll open the macaroni and know on the day of the screenshot of a large piece of zucru and two hematogenous tiles. The hematogen was confirmed: not the mother did the asking. Who is at such a time, who? I once again looked at the krishka: my class, my nickname is me. Tsikavo, duzhe tsikavo.

I squeezed the flowers of the lid on the plate, filled the box on the pedestal, climbed on top of the other and tapped on the teacher's room. Lydia Mikhailovna has already gone. Nothing, we know, we know de living, we used to. So, the axis is yak: if you don’t want to sit at the table, take away the food at home. Mean so. Don't see. There is no one else. Don’t mother: she wouldn’t forget to put in a note, she would bang, stars, such wealth came from such digging.

If I sideways climbed out of the porch at the door, Lydia Mikhailovna looked up, looking at nothing. Vaughn marveled at the box, which I placed in front of her on a pidlog, and greeted me with a sigh:

What is it? What did you bring? New?

Tse vi zrobili, - I said in a three-handed, staring voice.

What did I spoil? What are you talking about?

You sent a parcel to school. I know vee.

I remembered that Lidiya Mikhailovna redeemed that sign. Tse buv that one, maybe, vipadok, if I'm not afraid to marvel at him right in the eyes. I’ve been spitting, chitelka, chi my triple aunt. Here I fed, and not won, and fed not French, but Russian mine, without the usual articles. Come on, tell me.

Why are you virishiv, what am I?

Because we don’t have everyday pasta there. I have no hematogen.

Yak! Well, don't you? - Vaughn zdivuvala so wide, scho saw her head.

We don't know. Need to know Bulo.

Lydia Mikhailovna laughed raptly and tried to hug me, but I sunk in. see it.

True, it was necessary to know. How am I like this? - Vaughn has been plotting on a hvilinka. - Ale here and it’s important to guess - the word of honor! I'm a miserable person. Zovsіm, you say, don't you? What are you doing then?

Peas buvaє. Ridka bova.

Peas... radish... And we have apples in the Kuban. Oh, how many apples there are at the same time. I didn't want to go to the Kuban, but why did I come here. - Lydia Mikhailivna sighed and looked at me. - Don't be angry. Well, I wanted something better. Who knows what you can eat for pasta? Nothing, now I'll be reasonable. And take the macaroni.

I won’t take it, - I interrupted її.

Well, how about you? I know you are hungry. And I live on my own, I have a lot of pennies. I can bathe whatever I want, but I'm alone... I'll take it a little, I'm afraid to stroke it.

I'm not hungry.

Do not fight, be kind, with me, I know. I spoke to your gentleman. Why nasty, how do you take some pasta at once and make yourself a good meal today. Why can't I help you once in life? I promise not to give more than the annual parcels. Ale qiu, be kind, take it. You need to obov'yazkovo їsti I'll get it, schobi read it. Skіlki at our school are lazy, like they don’t understand anything in anything, and maybe, they don’t understand, but you can’t throw your school away.

Її voice resting on me childishly; I’m afraid that I won’t be moved, and, angry at myself for those who understand the rightness of Lidia Mikhailovna, and for those who are going to її still don’t understand, I, twisting my head and mumbling, jumping out the door.

Our lessons didn’t stick to anything, I continued walking to Lydia Mikhailivna. Ale, now she took up me in a right way. Vaughn, maybe, said: well, a Frenchwoman is so French. True, the sense of what I saw, step by step, I began to do the indecently speaking French words, the stench was no longer shaved off my legs with important stones, but, ringing, tried to fly far.

Good, - Lydia Mikhailovna urged me on. - At this quarter, the fifth is not yet visible, but the offensive one is obov'yazkovo.

They didn’t think about the parcel, but I was on my guard about all sorts of vipadok. How little will Lidiya Mikhailovna take more help? I knew: if you don’t go out, you’ll do everything for it to happen, you just won’t step in. It seemed to me that Lydia Mikhailovna had been astounding me for the whole hour, and being astonished, laughing at my wildness, - I was angry, but this anger, it’s not surprising, helped me to become more intoxicated. I’m already not that dumb and bezporadny lad, who was afraid of stepping foot here, step by step I called to Lydia Mikhailivna and to my apartment. All the same, zvichayno, shirking, huddling in a kut, hovayuchi their features and stylets, but a lot of stinginess and humiliation stepped in, now I myself have ventured to put Lydia Mikhailovnі nutrition and to start joining with her in superchki.

She tried to put me at the table - for nothing. Here I am not easy to reach, the stubbornness in me stagnated for ten.

Singingly, it’s already possible to get busy at home, I’ve conquered my head more, I’ve learned and bewitched my language, it would have happened more in an hour at school lessons. In front of the rocks and the rocks. Why am I working so hard, how do I get the cob to the end, all at once? But I didn’t dare to say about Lydia Mikhailovna, and there, maybe, I didn’t respect our program as a vikonan, and I continued to pull my French strap. Vtim, chi webbing? As if fleetingly and unrecognizably, without knowing it myself, I saw the relish for the language and at the vіlnі hvilini without any urging on the vocabulary, looking at the distant texts from the handyman. The punishment was transformed into satisfaction. Self-love sponkali less: it didn’t go away - weide, and weide - not worse, lower among the best. I'm testing something else, what? Yakby didn’t need to go to Lydia Mikhailivna yet ... I would myself, myself ...

As if, tyzhnіv for two days of history with the help, Lydia Mikhaylivna, chuckling, asked:

Well, don't you get more money for pennies? Abo here you choose to be on the sidelines and graєte?

How to play now? - Zdivuvavsya I, showing a glance behind the window, de lying in the snow.

And what is the bula for gra? Why is she lying?

How about you? - I'm worried.

Tsikavo. We are in childhood if they played the same, From I want to know, that tse gra chi. Tell me, tell me, don't fight.

I spoke, proclaimed, loudly, about Vadik, about Ptah and about my little tricks, which I used to show off at the gr.

No, - Lydia Mikhailovna stole her head. - We played in the "pristinok". Do you know what it is?

Axis marvel. - Vaughn easily jumped out of the table, sat at the yakim, looked at the coins in her purse, and blew the stylets out of the wall. Come here, marvel. I b'yu coin on the wall. - Lydia Mikhaylivna gave a light blow, and the coin, ringing, flew like an arc on the back. Now, - Lydia Mikhailovna thrust a coin into my friend's hand, b'esh ti. Ale May on the verge: hit it so that your coin will appear closer to mine. Sob їх it is possible to die, reach with the fingers of one hand. It is also called: zamіryashki. Distant, means win. Biy.

I vdariv - my coin, having spent on the edge, leaned into the cod.

Oh, - Lidia Mikhailovna waved her hand. - Far. You start now. Brute your respect: if my coin is to chain yours, even if it’s a trifle, with an edge, I’ll win two. Are you mad?

What is unreasonable here?

Are we playing?

I did not believe my wows:

How can I play with you?

And what is it?

See the teacher!

Well, what? Vchitelka - so another person, what? Sometimes you get to be less of a reader, read and read without a break. Constantly sweet to yourself: it’s not possible, it’s not possible, - Lydia Mikhailovna more than starkly brought her eyes closer and thoughtfully, sideways marveled at the window. - This time, forget about it, what a reader, - you don’t grow up so badly and beefy, that people will live tediously with you. For the reader, it is possible, the most important - do not accept everything for yourself, understand that you can learn it not well. - Vaughn was afraid and once amused. - And in my childhood I was the best girl, the fathers suffered with me. Now I often want to stribati, gallop, rush far, to work not for the program, not for the distribution, but for the bazhanny. I'm here, boom, shoot, jump. An old person is not the same, if she lives to old age, and if she ceases to be a child. I would have been streaking out of the satisfaction of the day, Vasil Andriyovich lives behind the wall. Win is a serious person. At the same time it is not possible, to recognize the guilt, that we are stumped.

Ale mi not graєmo in everyday life "zamіryashki". You showed me more.

We can play so simply, as it seems, navmisne. All the same, don’t see me Vasilev Andriyovich.

Lord, what to eat in the white world! For a long time I was afraid to death that Lydia Mikhailovna would drag me to the director for a penny, and now I’m out to ask that I never see you. Lighting - not otherwise. I looked around, I sneered at something, and ruined my eyeballs.

Well, let's try it? Not suitable - cinema.

- I've waited inappropriately.

Get started.

We took up the coins. It was evident that Lidiya Mikhailovna, if she was right, was grave, and I had reconciled myself to the grie, I still didn’t know for myself, how to beat with a coin on the wall with my edge, with my flat, on the same height and with such strength, if it’s better to throw. My blows went blindly; the yakbies led the rahunok, I would have done the bagato on the first quills, wanting nothing cunning in these "zamіryashki". Most of all, it dawned on me, squeezed and despised, did not let me get comfortable with those that I play with Lydia Mikhailovna. One's dream could not dream of such a dream, one's filthy thoughts could not think of it. I didn’t go crazy and it’s not easy, but if I got shammed and became giblet, Lydia Mikhailovna took it and zupinil її.

No, it’s not so good, - said the woman, straightening up and tidying up her hair, which was on her eyes. - Grati - so in a right way, we are with you like tririchny babies.

Ale then it will be a penny, - I guessed timidly.

Zvichayno. And what do we hold in your hands? Gras for pennies is not possible for anything else. Tsim won garna and rotten water hour. We can do it about a small bet, but all the same, interest will appear.

I'm movchav, I don't know what robiti is like buti.

Are you afraid? - Lydia Mikhaylivna chided me.

Axis! I am not afraid of anything.

I had a bule with me like a dribnitsa. I gave a coin to Lydia Mikhailivna and removed it from my gut. Well, let's play the right way, Lydia Mikhailivno, as you wish. Meni scho - I'm not the first soil. Vadik had no respect for me, but then I got shamed and crawled with my fists. Having learned there, I will learn here. This is not a French language, but I will soon pick up the French to the teeth.

I had a chance to accept one mind: Lidia Mikhailovna's oskolki hand is bigger and her fingers dove, she is frozen with the great and middle fingers, and I, like lying down, with the great and little finger. It was fair, and I waited.

Gra rose again. We moved from the room to the front, de boulo vlnish, and beat the wooden parking lot about the river. They beat me, sank to my knees, called me to the knees, chuckling one by one, stretched out my fingers, freezing the coins, then we got back on our feet, and Lidiya Mikhailovna deafened the rakhunok. Grala won noisily: she screamed, splashed in the valley, teased me - in a word, she acted like a great girl, and not a reader, she wanted to shout at me for an hour. Ale won, prote, out, and I played. I didn’t manage to get shammed, as I had amassed a dozen kopecks, forcibly I was able to knock down this borg to thirty, but Lydia Mikhaylivna from afar spent her coin on mine, and my rahunok quickly jumped up to fifty. I began to whine. We did not hesitate to cry after the end of the gris, but on the right and farther so far, I won’t be able to get my pennies soon, I have three more than a ruble. So, it’s impossible to exchange money for a ruble - it’s a sham, a sham and rubbish for all life.

And here I am unfailingly reminding that Lydia Mikhailovna does not try to win over me. In the days of death, the fingers hunched over, not hanging out for the whole length, - there, de vain could not reach the coin, I reached out without any effort. It formed me, and I moved.

Hi, - I said, - then I do not play. Are you playing me now? It's not fair.

Ale, I really can’t get them, - I started to get out. - My fingers are like wood.

Okay, okay, I'll swear.

I don’t know, like mathematics, but life has the best proof - in the contrary. If on the coming day I sighed that Lydia Mikhailovna, for the coins to hit, quietly tucked away to the finger, I stupefied. Glancing at me and not mentioning that I miraculously run її clean water shakhraystvo, there was no way I could continue to ruin the coin.

What are you doing? - I was furious.

I? And what am I doing?

Navischo you її slipped?

That nі, there I lay, - with the most bezsovіsnіshim rank, for I hope to instill joy in Lydia Mikhailovna's nіtrohi not gіrsha for Vadik chi Ptakhi.

Otse so! Reader, you are called! I’m on my vlasnі eyes on a vіdtsaєєєєєєєєєєє vachiv, sho chіpala coin, and vain sing me, scho not chipala, she laughs for me. Do you take me for a blind man? For a little one? The French language speaks, is called. I immediately forgot that Lidiya Mikhailovna tried to fool me all the night before, and lashed out only after that, so that she didn’t fool me. Well, well! Lydia Mikhailivna, is called.

The whole day we were engaged in French khvilin fifteen or twenty, and then even less. We have a different interest. Lydia Mikhaylivna used to embarrass me to read the admonitions, robbed me of respect, listened to the respect once more, and we did not hesitate to go to hell. After two small programs, I began to win. I quickly called to “freeze”, learned from all the secrets, knowing how and where to beat, that I should work in the role of the one who played, so that I would not expose my coin to the freeze.

And pennies appeared in me again. I’m going to the market again and having bought milk - now it’s already in the freezer. I carefully looked out of the kitchen, having poured tops, phav krizhans skebochki in my mouth, watching the whole world of their days in the malt, closing my eyes in satisfaction. Then we turned the circle upside down and added milky licorice with a knife. Allowing the leftovers to roam and drink them, hitting them with a piece of black bread.

It’s okay, you can live, but without a bar, as if it’s early in the war, they celebrated a happy hour for everyone.

Obviously, accepting pennies from Lidiya Mikhailovna, I thought to myself in a different way, but I calmed myself down, because I won the honorable one. I didn’t ask for a gro, Lydia Mikhailovna prowled it herself. I did not dare to think. It seemed to me that she would bring me satisfaction, she made me happy, laughed, taunted me.

If only we knew who would get rid of everything.

... Standing one against one on the knees, we argued about the rahunok. Before that, tezh, zdaєtsya, schos squabbled.

You are sensible, gardener's head, - Lydia Mikhaylivna brought up on me and waving her hands, - now you deceive me? I lead a rahunok, not a tee, I know better. I played three times, and before that I had a bun.

- "Chika" doesn't care.

Why don't you care?

We shouted, interrupting one by one, if the chirps reached us, it’s impossible to say hostility, but a firm, ringing voice:

Lydia Mikhailivno!

We froze. Vasil Andriyovich was standing at the door.

Lydia Mikhailivno, what's wrong with you? What is going on here?

Lidiya Mikhailovna rose properly, evenly enough, from the knees, redoubled and skuyovdzhena, and, smoothing her hair, said:

I, Vasil Andriyovich, was tempted to hear you knock, first come in here.

I knocked. I don’t know anyone. What is going on here? Please explain. I have the right to know as a director.

Grazhemo in the "pristinok", - Lidiya Mikhailivna calmly answered.

Do you earn money for pennies? .. - Vasil Andriyovich ticked me with his finger, and I fear popovz behind the partition, to hide at the room. - Let's study? Am I understanding you correctly?

Correctly.

Well, you know... - The director was suffocating, youmu didn't get any better. - I'm sorry to name your fillings. Tse evildoers. Roslini. Concern. And more, more ... I've been practicing at school for twenty years, bachiv strength, but still ...

I vіn raising my hands above my head.

For three days Lydia Mikhailovna went away. The day before, she told me after school and sent me home.

- I'll go home to the Kuban, - she said, saying goodbye. - And you’re calm, you don’t care about anything for your stupidity. I'm at fault here. Look, - she patted me on the head and went.

I am no longer a bachelor.

In the middle of winter, after the summer holidays, I came to school with a parcel. If I cracked it, distancing again the sokir of the s-pid descents, - neat, slit rows in it lay tubes of pasta. And below in tovstіy vatnіy obgortі I know three red apples.

Previously, I had only succumbed to the apple in the pictures, but I realized that it stinks.

Notes

Kopilova A.P. - mother of the playwright A. Vampilov (Ed. note).

MBOU "Gatchin Gymnasium named after. K.D. Ushinskogo"

Literature lesson for grade 8

Subject: "Lessons of life in the advice

V. G. Rasputina "French lessons"

Target:as a result of the analysis of creativity, to convey to the student the thought about those that a person herself forms her own specialty, to exalt in teachings a sense of kindness, mercy, conscience, orderliness, goodness.

Teacher: Kaplina L.V.

Gatchina

2018

Hid lesson

1. Organizational moment.

Hello lads, sit down.

2. Movlenneva warm-up.

Reader: our lesson of literature teaches today almost from reading the verse, more than it reflects the topic and the meta of our lesson.

Otzhe, to show respect on the screen and read, dorimuyuchis іtonatsії, virtuously vіrsh S. Bondarenko (slide ).

At the skin paragraph, at the skin opinion,

Have kaztsі and psnі, navіt have phrases -

Shout out the headiest thought.

She won't wake up at once.

Row by row, phrase by phrase

Just think about it, just wonder -

The heady thought is seen.

(S. Bondarenko).

What is this verse about? (Kozhen visliv maє head thought).

3. Development of new material.

Guys, I did not pick up our lesson from the reading of this verse. It seems to show the theme and purpose of our lesson more beautifully. And the topic should sound like this: “Lessons of life in the words of V. G. Rasputin “French Lessons”( slide) , (date entry those lessons).

And the goals of our lesson are as follows:my responsibilities, as the lessons of V. G. Rasputin’s teachings of “French Lessons” and the revelation of spiritual values, moral laws, for which the heroes of Rasputin live, in order to exhilarate such a strong character, like kindness, humanism, chuynnist, gentry, masculinity, ethical norms of behavior and mutuality.

Tse means, lads, what we can live with you today. Learn from V. Rasputin about the butt of yoga of the main character.

Practice with the text of the warning, mi at the skin row, at the skin phrases shukatimemo that head thought , as you want to know the author from his work

And the main food, on the basis of my guilt, is:

"Where is good?"

2) Acquaintance with the bishop.

The letter is spodіvaєtsya, scho і zhittєvі lessons, yakі prepared youmu share, to help the skin of us to grow in ourselves, to think about our future. Write down the words of V. G. Rasputin, how to become an epigrapher before our lesson(slide), (recorded by zoshit ).

Lads, and to what significance the word lesson gets used here. Let's marvel at the meaning of this word behind the glossy vocabulary ("literary scholars").

Robot with Tlumachniy dictionary :

Lesson 1 schos povchalne, from which it is possible to grow visnovki for the future.

2. Rozmova z nutrition.

1) Boys, today we are talking about ethics, morality, mercy, humanism.

Let's guess the meaning of these words,

Robot in creative group"literary scholars" (with a glossy dictionary) (slide).

2) And now let's look at the gloomy vocabulary and know the meaning of these words.

( ethics - 1) philosophical conception about morality, development, norms and roles in life. 2) the consistency of the norms of behavior.

morality - Rules that determine behavior, likeness, necessary people in the service.

humanism - lyudyanistst shdo people, philanthropy).

Kindness - Human quality, which reflects the goodness of the soul.

Children know the vocabulary of the lexical meaning of the word:

1. Everything is more positive, garne, korisne.

2. Chuynist, spitting, exercising to do good.

Otzzhe, for the number of lexical meanings, it is richer, for the adventures of the spokonvik - Russian. Good is a letter in the old Russian alphabet.

3) Boys, on the basis of some works, they spoke with their understanding, looked at the ethics of mutual children, talked about morality?

(Tse kazka - buvalstvo by M. M. Prishvin “The pantry of sleep”, description by Yu. M. Nagibina “My first friend, my priceless friend”, V.P. "," Divnik z 6 b ”, Y. Yakovlev “Litsar Vasya”, K. Paustovsky “Warm bread”, “Hare paws” and others).

4. Implementation of homework.

one). The word of the teacher on the topic of the lesson.

Today we continue to rozmov about understanding. Creativity V.G. Rasputin privablyuє chitachіv, moreorder іz zvichaynymi, pobutovym in the writings of the writer for the presence of spiritual values, moral laws, unique characters, folded, sometimes super articulate inner world of heroes.

2). Work at the creative group of "bibliographers".

The work is started by the lads from the creative group of "bibliographers", as if to get to know ush creative history explanation "French Lessons".

In 1973 V. Rasputin writes one of his best defenses - "French Lessons". “I didn’t have a chance to see anything there,” said Rasputin. - Everything seemed to me. The prototype did not go far. I needed to turn those good things to people, as if the stinks of their time were done for me.

6. Rozmova's explanation "French Lessons" (Slide).

The author's thoughts about life, about the people, about nature do not help the young reader show up in your company in the navkolyshny world, unbelievably stock up on goodness and beauty , ale th ahead: the life of man and nature is tenditna, it is necessary to take care of it.

The axis of such inclinations of masculinity, goodness and beauty, we will try to show this year not only in the hero of the story, V. Rasputin, but also in my own.

We turn back to the apprehension.

At home, they prepared food for a change of advice by group.

The word of the first group of literary scholars.

1) About what to talk about the name of the explanation? What kind of individuals are being investigated? Why?

(About the school, lessons, classmates).

4) Who is the main hero of the advocacy?

(An 11-year-old boy, a student of the 5th grade. The author does not name the name of yoga, nor the name).

5) If and de vіdbuvayutsya podії, describіnі in opіdanny?

(After 3 years after the end of the V.O. Art. in 1948, a rotation in a distant Siberian village).

6) Name the signs of feverishness.

(In the report, an important war hour is described: a rationing system for the supply of food, famine, bindings for the population state positions, the hardships of the Kolgospnoї pracі Misce diї - Siberia, the fatherland of a writer, a deaf Siberian village, in which there is no way to plant a garden, to the one who will freeze the tree).

7) How the boy lived to the father's house? What kind of a hero began to have an independent life? Find tricks from the creator and read them (reading on page 121 - 122 lines of the words “So, in 11 years, my independent life began” to the words “I didn’t understand how I should lie, I tried to check on me, my dear , in a new place").

8) How are you testing? (It didn’t go well with French: reading on pages 117 - 118 “I’m here and it’s good” to the words “Everything was for nothing”).

9) How much more testing? (Nursery around the house: reading on page 118 in the words “Ale, the most terrible began, if I came from school” to the words “I wanted only one, I dreamed about one thing - to get home that home”).

10) The hero didn’t get along well with French, he had to worry about his mother, he had trouble at home, but there were other problems (hunger, stealing products: reading on page 118 of the words “Ale, I’m not thin only through tightness behind the house” ) to the words “I won’t become easier as a mother, because she will feel the truth”).

11) Not only a constant hunger, suffering from selfishness, separation from a house, from a mother, but a worse experience of injustice, a hero who has become bitter to deceit. Chi be-yak child can you vitrimati take?

12) Why doesn't our hero grow up?

Why not whip, who is in the new steal?

(Reading on page 118 from the words “I am very thin: mother, who came to the city of spring, snarled for me” to the words “I have changed my mind and vtik”).

13) How easy was it for mothers to read sons from the district center? Sin boo vdyachny mother?

(Life gives the hero zhorstokі lessons and put yoga in front of the necessary choice: smooch, calm down or embarrass the matir. Gіrkі dumki about the matіr and its vidpovіdalnіst in front of her frighten the hero early grown up).

- What is the first lesson Rasputin gives us? (Sriblo)

Let's write down the first lesson of Rasputin's roses: "A mother's right to live is all about her children, and children can fight for the sake of it." (Slide).

15) How do you characterize the boy's fragment from the product description?

Why didn't our hero go home?

How did the boy get started? Why are you always getting ready for lessons?

18) What makes you like a boy, a yogo character? (Zhaga knowledge, willpower, honesty, kindness, gentry, self-confidence, arrogance at the reach of a meti)(Slide).

Work at the creative group of "literary scholars" (robot with a gloomy dictionary , z'yasuvannya meaning of words:nobility - High morality, driven by self-confidence and honesty;self-confidence - sacrificing one's own interests for the sake of others)(Slide).

- Why did the boy get lost in the grue for pennies?

(The need tempted the hero to gamble. He didn’t have any other ability to earn money. Chekat mercy or handouts of wine without becoming).

- Axis and another lesson. Formulate yoga. (Haltunen)

Let's write down another lesson of Rasputin: “Be independent, be proud. Speak to yourself, don't rely on the restless. (Slide).

- Describe the gravity of "chiku" (Tishkin, Ptakha, Vadik).

Reportingly, we got acquainted with the episode “Gra u Chiku” at the front lesson. Guess,

Why did our hero happen to "reconcile"?What lesson does Rasputin give us? (Orlivska)

Let's write down the third lesson of Rasputin: "Don't get hot, give in to them, to whom you won't bring anything anyway." (Slide).

(“Review of the film fragment: “Not up to stock! - Voting Vadik "

22) Why does Vadik and Ptah want a boy? How to behave the boy for an hour of beating?

(For those who have victoriously won, trying to lead an honest game. Alegra for a penny can’t be honest) (Makeev)

- What did the hero try after the beating? Read page 129.

Pіznіshe hero zgaduє: “Signs to know me…” p.127

- What does this lesson look like from the front? ( Temir)

Let's write the fourth lesson of Rasputin: Be principled. Don't cry." (Slide).

- _Name the main drawings of the character of the hero (slide).

Boys, how do you understand the sense of vislovluvan (Slide):

“The more sensible and kind people are, the more they honor the goodness in people” (L. N. Tolstoy).

(To these kind, strange people, the reader of the boy Lidiya Mikhailivna is seen in the first line. Assessing what Lidiya Mikhailivna has created for the new one, Rasputin writes "... goodness may be without chivalry and inspire in his quiet miraculous POWER")

Why did the boy trust the reader with his secret? What kind of teacher can you trust? (Korobova D.)

Did Lydia Mikhailovna want to take care of a French lad at home? Why?

(You want to protect the boy from the grill with the lads).

Scinka Gra in pristinok. (Nikonorenkova, Makєєv, Yakovlev)

- What is the image of Lidia Mikhailovna on the side of the opification? ( slide) . (Liza)

(A young reader is a person of a great soul. Vaughn fooled the boy with a right human pride and unchildish masculinity. Vaughn brought the boy: you are not self-sufficient in this world, with your hunger, blueberries, gardens, you will be helped. .spіvperezhivannya, she hid the boy with her kindness (the teacher gave her teacher lessons of kindness and masculinity).

How do you know what the fifth lesson will be like? (Yakovlev)

Let's write down the fifth lesson of Rasputin: "Be kind and sane, love people." (Slide).

- Boys, how can you give me a hint on food: what is kindness, what is between goodness? (Reading to the teachings of mini-works).

Reading verse "Kindness". (Alice)

Dobrym buti zovsіm is not easy,

Kindness does not lie in the growth,

Do not fall for kindness in color,

Kindness is not a gingerbread, not a zukerka.

Just need, need good buti

And don't forget one in a single one.

I spin the earth faster,

Let us be good to you.

Dobrim buti zovsіm, zovsіm is not easy,

Do not fall for kindness in the growth,

Kindness brings joy to people

І natomist does not help the fence.

Kindness with fate does not age,

Kindness in the cold winters.

Like kindness, like the sun, shine,

That child has grown up.

8. Material reference:

- Guys, why is it called “French Lessons”?

What is the head lesson of the reader?

What lessons did V. Rasputin give us? Chim tsіkava yogo rozpovіd? (Zvernennya to the epigrapher).

(The lessons of French, the spitting from Lydia Mikhailovna, became for the hero the lessons of life, the learning of feelings.)

Teacher:What did these lessons teach you? (I will participate, rozuminnyu otochyuchy people, chuynosti, self-discipline and purposefulness)

"French Lessons" - lessons of life, masculinity, kindness.

The letter tells about the masculinity of the lad, who saved the purity of the soul, the inviolability of his moral laws, that he carried fearlessly and without hesitation, like a soldier, his shoes and his blues. The lad brings clarity, integrity, fearlessness of the soul. Doluchayuchisya to the hard fate of the boy, we are experiencing at the same time with him, rozmirkovuemo about good and evil, vіdchuvaєmo "good feeling".

The unconventional vchinok of the reader becomes incomprehensible to everyone who knows about it. "Tse wickedness. Roslini. Calmness ..." - the director seems to be angry, recognizing that we have put the French language into the “pristinok” with our own teaching. You will bring it to you, that for an anemic cotton, it’s the only way to get pennies on bread for milk ?!

It is not so important that the reader happened to leave the school. Much more important are those that she has robbed in her soul of the teachings of truth, an unforgettable trace, faith in herself and in people, helped him in the girka of self-sufficiency and tightness behind the native house, pidrimala in the hungry hour of war. The image of the reader is forever buried in the soul of a modest, tolerant, kind and purposeful lad, and, perhaps, repeatedly helping youma in reaching his bright and lofty goals.

Suvori brought lessons to the hero of Rasputin, the mise of life. Aleone and a lot of things she taught yoga: I found out that I entrusted evil to go good, and let us do good - good and light. First of all, in my opinion, from the one who gave him life a zustrіch with such a kind, wise, all-wise teacher, like a “Frenchwoman” Lydia Mikhailovna. I think that tsya zustrіch vplinul on everything farther than the life of a hero.

French lessons" - one of the best creations Valentina Rasputina. It would have been better if we were far away, important, hungry war fates that are described in the description. But why and today we reconcile the guilt of bringing yoga heroes? Today, we hear people, if they require our help, but often they are not ready to do good. Possibly, not having the strength to cross the huge canons, perhaps, to those who live by inertia, not to marvel at the life of other eyes ...
The heroine of the "Lessons of French" - a young reader of French language - Lydia Mikhailovna alone is less likely to talk, as it is not easy to live far from the house of that talented, albeit drunk-hungry learner. Having tried every possible way to help him, he won't be called, after the words of the school director, to "zlotinok" - to get rich with cotton from the "pristinok" for pennies. Otherwise, accept the help of a child who is humiliating. What is the meaning of tsey її vchinok at that hour? What did it turn out for the reader herself? How otsіnyuvav motives її dіy that boy? About tse zgaduє through rich fates the hero, who survived and step by step for himself learned the sensations of "lessons" - the lessons of humanness, kindness and compassion.
Few people know that, regardless of guesswork, the prototype of the image main heroineіsnuvav. Lydia Mikhailivna Molokova taught French lessons at the school during those wartime hours, destined for the upcoming writer Valentin Rasputin.

Reader: Kindness is the axis that is acquired by the heroes of admonition. The hero exclaims his own kindness, rozuminnya among otochyuchih people.

You have worked hard these days for glory, have shown one to one posh, strangeness, mutuality - in a word, kindness. I am glad that you now understand what the word means.

Tomorrow, the 15th of Birch, marks the 76th day of the people's day, the Russian Radianian writer Valentin Grigorovich Rasputin. Today and the next hour at rich Russian schools and in front of Siberia, in Baikal, students will talk about the creativity of a writer. Slide)

Video clip

Teacher:V.G. Rasputin supposedly said: Reading books is not about life, but about feelings. Literature -, in my opinion, - is not for us the development of sensibility. I am ahead of kindness, purity, nobility.

9. Pouches for the lesson.

10. Homework:

Write a min-twir about those who saw such people in their lives, like the heroes of Rasputin, masculine, honest, kind. Tell about them.

I say, the lesson is over, but I am convinced that you continue yoga with your soul, with your heart!

FOURTH STAGE.
1. Mixed cinquain.
Teacher:
-Our hero knows a lot of things in life. Golovna, who has lost his guilt as a person, having gained spiritual self-sufficiency. Shukav and knowing how to get out of the most important situations, not having a good attitude to people, learning to value friendship like one-of-a-kind, but also mature. At the end of the lesson, I will preach my thoughts about drinking, friendship, purity of soul, life, share ... in written syncwine.
Purity
Naivna, child.
To endure, to live, to check
Light change for better.
Life.

Kindness.
Shira, sincere.
Read, instruct, direct.
Humane people can be rich.
Kindness is the sense of life.

I want to finish the lesson with a small verse:
Yak good, sho kindness
Live in the world together with us.
Without kindness - you are an orphan,
Without kindness - this is a gray stone.

Do all the work of Valentine Rasputin with the shares of fellow countrymen, their sums, hopes, joys and experiences. Heroes are dominated by honesty, kindness, commitment to attainable goals. Chergova's rozpovid Valentina Rasputina Lessons of the French є we use the butt of human kindness, rozuminnya that strangeness. According to this robot, we will write a pidsumkove, having looked at the portrait of the hero, and substantiating our thoughts with arguments from literature.

French lessons

Rozpovid Rasputina French lessons are not just a tweet about a school teacher, but a good example of lessons of kindness, which we can follow. Qia robot Rasputin is biographical, de the author shows the role of a wise teacher in life.

From creation, we know about the share of the child, which mother sends him to the district center. In the cold and hungry battles of the fate of the mother, bring the rest, to live the son. Everything would be good, that little girl robbed her nephew, eating his food. The lads had to starve, and if they wanted to survive, they would live on pennies with schoolboys.

Hero portrait

At the time of the introduction of the main character of the French Lessons, there were about eleven fates. Khlopchikovs had occasion to walk in the old clothes, from which wines are already viris, and live starving. Sorom'yazliva, movchazna, ale at the same time, cautious and sdatna child with all her might try to reach the set goal. Through the lack of money, you have to drink milk, but they don’t earn pennies on a new one. Rozumiyuchi, scho mother and so alive with hunger, do not ask her for pennies, but independently earn pennies.

Being an honorable lad for a vdacha, he didn’t mourn for a moment, having earned the shahraystvo from the grі, for which it’s good to b’yut. This was remembered by the reader. Having sorted out everything, she will help the child, and then the lad will be guided to the hedgehog. Vin is too proud. I Lidiya Mikhailovna went for a trick, and I ask you to get home under the drive to improve your knowledge of French language. No parcel with food, no try for Lydia Mikhailovna to infuriate a hungry child for an hour of lessons in the French situation does not change. The boy is afraid of help, and the reader has to go to cunning, proponuyuchi learn to play with her for pennies. In such a rank, the boy could earn a penny and buy his own milk. It was daunting to show them to busy people without finding the director of the school. For his vchinok, the reader was called, after which Lydia went to the Fatherland and navit there, she didn’t forget about her child, having corrected her parcel with great apples, like a lad to that bachiv only in the pictures.

On the butt of the reader, Valentin Rasputin, showing his lack of arrogance, self-confidence, and courage to help people with a twisted quilt. The lessons of kindness helped me to survive in a difficult hour, and not to waste myself that of my human evils.

Arguments from literature

However, the lessons of French are not the only example of kindness and that, like a teacher, pouring a share of his learning into the distance. This issue was raised by a wealth of writers, and on the confirmation of which we are guided by other arguments from the literature.

So, in the work of the first teacher of Aitmanov, he was a great teacher, like a ryatuє orphan and guiding a girl into a place. In the future, the heroine becomes a doctor of science, and I was inspired to name the school after the first teacher.

Rozpovid "French Lessons" - all the lessons of kindness, masculinity, life.

The main character of the rose of Volodya was spared - that strange person, Lidiya Mikhailivna, turned out to be a smart stoner. Courageously, at some difficult camp, the lad is surviving and at one hour of his happiness, the bazhanya is trying to help you. Then the reader will ask yoga to her home additional employment in his own subject, and then if you want to put him at the table, so that the boy will eat, then he will send him a parcel for him.

Ale all diligence and cunning do not lead to anything, to that pride and feel the power of the head character not to give him a talk about his difficulties, but to accept help. Volodya is moving in the air. Lydia Mikhailovna, at her side, does not push on her own, but all the same, she constantly jokes all the new ways to help the lad.

Zreshtoy, the reader is cheating. Vaughn preaches to her teachings how to play “pristinok” - a penny-gross penny. Volodya vvazhav tse for honest win.

Ale cei vchinok Lydia Mikhaylivna breaks down, the director of the school overtakes them, and Lydia Mikhaylivna is called out by the schools. Їy be brought to the Kuban, to the Fatherland. And yet, stavlennya, that sacrifice, which the reader made for the sake of helping the boy, would not be forgotten by him in any way and lost in memory for all life.

Vchitelka Lidiya Mikhailovna bula teem, who were endowed with the most beautiful spiritual qualities - compassion, kindness, love, that are those, from which the spiritual values ​​​​of a person are formed.

Updated: 2018-02-25

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