Bіlі nights Dostoevsky chapters. Bіlі nights (growing up). F. M. Dostoevsky. Bіlі nights. audiobook

It’s more than that, that Worthy of the name of the creature, once instructing those who come to visit in Petersburg, and in addition to that, it’s a singing symbol of the fantastic and unreality of the work. Aleksey itself, name the povisty two headings: "Sentimental novel" and "Zi spogadiv mriynik". Stink may be enough to tell us. In the first place, about those genre and plot lines, in a different way, about those who will be from the first individual. True, all at once the food is victorious: how is the mriynik going with his help, why would you want a whole lot of vitality? Probably an analysis of Dostoevsky's "Bili Nights"

The main hero of the povіstі - hto vin?

Why is the author virishiv povuduvati razpovid from the first individual? With such a rank Worthy nada a singing character - I bachimo spovid, or think in autobiographical contrivance. It is not without reason that criticism has a lot to converge on the Duma, which the image of the main character is nagadu by the author himself, which is still young. I would like the version, that Dostoevsky's close friend has become the prototype of the hero of the story, and I wrote not about myself, but about the poet A. Pleshchev.

It is important to note that the protagonist has a dumb name. So, it is not names that are wrong, and with such a welcome the author has made a connection with himself or his friend. For the sake of the bagatma, it can be seen that about the way of the martyr's worthy development after all, and in his plans he had to implement the idea of ​​the system for writing the novel, having seen the same theme.

An analysis of the work of "Bili Nights" is based on the description of the protagonist. Wine of kindness, a lot of strength and young wine, protest for the character is fearful. Tse lonely mriynik. Win mri about romance, and ideas to bring them out of reality. Mryinik does not think about all the help and turbos, they are not for a little one, but in general, a stranger is in his own mind, and the light of a stranger is probably a stranger.

To interfere with the access of your hero, You should not write a report, for which services are stored and what is in principle to be engaged. Friends of wine are not rich, the daughter of a new nikoli did not. Everything is a drive for ridicule and outsiders. And the martyr himself will be built, as a matter of fact, the memory of the brute mowing, the images of everything right now, and whatever the fault is.

Let's talk now about Nastus - the divine, as the author of the protist to our mriinik. Vona vitoncena is a romantic beauty, a disputed soul. However, Nastenka is naive and childish, unaffected by the price. Feeling good and hearty, you want to stay with your happiness, to see if you can take a kokhan and at the same time with him, vikoristovuyu for the sake of that, from which you vypadkovo learned. For the most part, we need an additional response.

Інші details of the analysis "Bіlіnі"

The composition of the story "Bili Nights" is traditional. The text has five chapters, and only one is called "Ranok" while I will call it "Nich". The romance of big nights in the roots changed the message and vision of the world. If I have grown up with Nastus and fell in love with, I have found hidden from unreal worlds and visions, and my life was reminiscent of real life. The main hero of the kokhak divchin is purely and unkindly, he is ready to drink on the sacrifice of love.

Yak epilogue povіstі Dostoevsky vikoristovuє will remain the chapter called "Ranok". Epilogue is dramatic and vipprominuyu nadiyu. The axis has infused the board of gray wounds, and everything will end most beautifully. Beautiful white nights are behind, and self-reliance is familiar with the mirinik, the ale axis is important in the analysis of the work of "White Nights": the hero is not objectified and not enchanting. Vin has forgiven the family and blessed її.

One of the most poetic narratives of the Dostoevsky "Bili Nights" - a beautiful drowning and peace about those who are honest and unquestioning, maybe we are happy. And as for the romantic atmosphere, it was created by the fantastic big nights of St. Petersburg!

Fedir Mikhailovich Dostoevsky

Bіlі nights

Sentimental romance

(Zі spogadіv mriynik)

Іl buv vіn opening in order to
But I want to hit it.
At your heart? ..
Ів. Turgenєv

nich persha

Bula miraculous nich, so nich, yak hiba tilki and maybe buti todi, if you are young, dear reader. The sky is like zoryans, the sky is also lighter, but looking at it, mimovoly needs to be fed to oneself, who can not live under such a sky. There are youthful nourishment, dear reader, even younger ones, may God send you more often to your soul! .. Talking about the whimsical and angry angry men, I could not think of my own vernacular behavior for the next day. From the very wound, I began to torment yakas divovizna tight. I got up quickly, but I didn’t come by itself, I leave everything and everything I do not enter. Look, absolutely, everyone has the right to feed: who is it? But the axis is already rocky, as I live in Petersburg, and I can't get Ale to know anything about it? All Petersburg is familiar to me and without that; The axis of what me and good is, but I’m leaving everything, if all of St. Petersburg arrived and rapt to the dacha. I was scared to be alone, and for three days I wandered around the place in a big ace, not smart, but to be afraid of me. I’ll go to Nevsky, I’ll go to the garden, I’ll blink along the embankment - the same individual from the quiet, whom the sound of sound in the same place, in this time of the year. Stink, slyly, I don’t know me, that I їkh know I briefly їkh know; I mayzhe vivchiv їkh phіzіonomії - and I adore them, if the stench is cheerful, and nudga, if the stench gets clouded. I mayzhe potovarishuvav with one dіdkom, as I am singing out the skin of God day, in every day, on the Fontantsі. Phizionomia is so important, thoughtful; everything is whispering with a single hand, and in the right of a new dovga sukuvat a cane with a gold head. Navigate me by thinking of me and accept my spiritual fate. I’m sure I’m going to trample, but I won’t be on the same day at the same Fontanka, I’m in vain, I’m on the attack of the blues. The axis of what is my only one is not a little inclined one by one, especially if the offense is in a good mood. The other day, if we didn’t swing for two days and on the third day we set out, we were already holed up for the drops, that blessing changed immediately, dropped their hands and passed one beat of one for the lot. I also know at home. If I go, skinny nibi run ahead of me on the street, marvel at me in every step, and it’s not enough not to say: "Good day; what’s your health? ... Abo: "Yak, your health? And I will be in lagodzhennya tomorrow." Abo: "I am not cold, and at the same time I am angry" і t. D. They have me є love, є short friends; one of them man namir likuvatisya whole from the architect. Navmisno I will come in for a skin day, do not zalіkuvali yak-nebudu, take care of him, God! .. Ale nikoli I will not forget the history of one garnenka with a light-horny little boy. Tse buv such a pretty little rock'yany little boy, so gratefully astonished at me, so proudly astonished at his indefensible suspects, that my heart is radilo, as I walked by. Raptom, on the last day, I walk along the street, like marveling at a friend - I can smell a mournful cry: "And I’m not going to get far!" Likhodії! barbarians! the stench did not spare anything: no columns, no cornices, my friend pozhovtiv, like a canary. I haven’t spilled a little zhovch from the middle of nowhere, and I still don’t have the strength to bang on the sign of my little one, which rose from the color of the heavenly empire. Otzhe, look, reader, as a rank I know from St. Petersburg. I have already said that I was tormented by restlessness for three days, when I wondered about the reason for it. And on the streets, I was angry (that dumb, dumb dumb, where did this go?) - that at home I’m not my own. Two nights I domination: what marriage do I have in my cottage? Why is it so niyakovo in the new zalishatisya? - and I looked at my green smoky wall, stele, pavutino, yak great success she made Motrona, looking at all her furniture, looking at the leather style, I think, what's wrong with that? (To that, if I only want one style to go wrong, I’m standing up, I’m not myself) marveled at the window, and everything is dilemma ... I thought of thinking up to call Motron and immediately scoffing at his father's dog for the pavutin and scandalizing for the lack of security; Ale Vona only glanced at me with a smile and went out without speaking any words, so the pavutina still hangs safely on the mice. Nareshty I only got it on the right. E! Yes, take the stench from me to the dacha! Vibachte for a trivial time, for ale me, it was not up to the high style ... for that, even everything that didn’t boil in Petersburg, either passed or went to the dacha; In addition, a dear dean pan of solid zest, hire a visitor, in my eyes, who is surely turned into a dear father of the family, as if for the servant posadovyh to take up without anything else in the skin of his dear Three, without saying to everyone who is instrumental: "mi, sir, this is just this, mimokhid and the axis in two years will go to the dacha." Vіdchinyaє chi vіkno, for something to drum a handful of thin, bіlі yak tsukor fingers, and the head of a good girl hung, to see the retailer with the apartment miners, - I just wanted to buy it right away, I didn’t want to buy that We are happy in the spring and in quotes in the suffocating small apartment, and soon the axis will soon move everything to the dacha and bring it with us. Moreover, I have already made such a success in my new, special kind of appearances, but I’m already bezpomilkovo, in one kind, I mean, for which dacha I live. Meshkans of the Kamyan and Apothecary Islands, as well as the Peterhof road, were inspired by the growth of the vitality of the prizes, the cheesy summer costumes and the beautiful images, in the kind of stench they came to the city of the Life of the Pargolov vidviduvach of the Krestovskiy Island was seen as a cheery-looking view. When the process of lomovy vizniks touched me, it was lifted in the hands of a bunch of furniture, tables, styles, sofas in Turkish and non-Turkish and in those home the top of the cart, the generous cook, who will be good at the winter of the eye; I marveled at the important home stuffing of the chapel, we drove along the Neva il Fontantsi, to the Black River or the islands, - the cart and the chapel became ten years old, lost in my eyes; When they were good, they all grew up and went away, they were all resettled in whole caravans to the dacha; When I was getting good, the whole of St. Petersburg was burrowing into a wilderness, so it became lousy for me, figuratively and sumptuously: I rishuche nikudi and dumb bulo go to the dacha. I am ready to buy with a skin cart, see a skin pan of important calls, hire a visitor; ale zhoden, rishuche nichto without asking me; I’m dumb, I’m dumb for them, I’m just a stranger! I walked a lot and dovgo, so I already got up, for my name; forget, de I, yak with a quick rappelling at the outpost. It became fun to squeeze me in, and I stepped behind the gate, walk through the wilderness fields and meadows, not feeling tired, but seeing only with all my warehouse, as the tyagar falls from the soul of my soul. All the people were amazed at me so graciously that they didn’t bow down too little; all bully were so radi chogos, every one smoked cigars. I used to buy radium, as if I didn’t drip it. It was as if I was rapt down in Italy, - so much the nature struck me, like a city dweller, without a little choking in the walls of the city. Є it’s unimportant in our Petersburg nature, if it’s out of the spring, it’s all my own money, all the gifts from the sky are down, dressed up, runnin about with quits ... you wonder if you are sorry for me, for if I am sorry for love, but if you just don’t think about it, if you’re a rapt, it’s just one mite, as if inadvertently to break out unimportantly, wonderfully beautiful, but against feuds, burials, I’m happy: I feed the power of the crowd was so intense in the fire, mindful, pensive eyes? How did you get shelter on the cyclists, skinny cheeks? What did you pour over addiction to the price of unmasking rice? Why is it so good for the chest? how the force, life and beauty on the denunciations of the poor girl, was so raptoriously wicked in such a smile; Look around you, see how you whisper, and see how well you ... If you can pass by, maybe you will, tomorrow you will know the same thoughtfulness and look, like earlier, then if you face it, the hardness of the boyarness rukhakh і niv kayattya, see as if dead tightness and annoyance for chilin drowning ... і Skoda to you, so soon, so irrevocably Mittya beauty called, so devilishly and marno flashed out in front of you, that skoda in you won't love it for an hour ... But all the same, my nich bula more beautiful than the day! Axis yak tse bulo: I came back to the place even more quickly, and it struck ten, if I became on the way to the apartment. My road went along the embankment canal, on which at all the hour there was no living soul. True, I live in the farthest part of the world. I’m happy and happy, because I’m happy, I’m not unmistakably humming about myself, like every happy fellow, who have no friends, no good people, and who, in a joy, do not want to share their joy. Rapt with me became the most beneficial. Ostoron, huddling up to the handrails of the canal, stood a woman; Sitting on the grate, won, mabut, duzhe respectfully marveled at the kalamutnu water channel. Vona Bula is dressed in a very cute little drop and in a coquettish black mantle. "Tse dvchina, and definitely a brunette", - I thought. Vaughn, to be built, did not chula my crocs, did not collapse, if I passed poz, blotting out them with a ringing heart. “Wonderful,” I thought, “Mabut, I’ve already thought forgiven,” and I rapt like burrowing. I felt deaf and dull. So! I didn’t have mercy: the girl was crying, and through the withering shlipuvannya. Oh my god! My heart clenched. I as I am not fearful with women, but the whole thing is such a wickedness! .. I came back, stepping up to her and unequivocally saying: "Pani!" - even though I didn’t know, it’s a thousand times in all Russian great novels. Tse one і zupinilo me. As soon as I left the word, the girl came to you, looked around, looked up, lowered her eyes and walked around the embankments. I guessedly followed her, ale vaunted the embankment, crossed the street and walked along the sidewalk. I didn’t dare to cross the street. My heart is trepid, like a spyman's bird. Raptom one vipadok priyshov before me for help. Along that sidewalk, not far from my dunno, the pan appeared in a rapt at the tailcoat, solid rock, but you can't say , walk solidly. Win ishov, kidnapped and carefully spiraling against the wall. Divchina was yoshla, she was a dumb shooter, boisterous and fearful, as all the girls didn’t want to walk around, I don’t want to go out there. yogo pochukati piece zasob_v. Raptom, without saying a word to anyone, my pan is to see out from the moment and fly to the soul, to live, to call upon my dunno. Vona went yak vіter, alas, the pan was nodding, nadognav, the girl screamed - і ... I bless a share for a miraculous bitch club, yak ate a whole time in my right hand. I mitty leaning on that boat sidewalk, mittyu impenetrable panning, in which on the right, having taken to respect the charming reason, the deputy, forwarded and only, if we were still too far away, protesting against me in reaching the energy terms. Ale's words flew to us ice. “Give me your hand,” I said to my don’t know, “I don’t dare to pester us any longer.” Vaughn gave me her hand, more than three times in the face of fear and fear. About failure pan! I’m blessing you in qiu khvili! I zirknuv at her: she won’t be a superb і brunette - I’ve guessed; on її black vіyah there were shines of a recent alteration of abnormal grief - I don’t know. Ale on the lips was already vibrating with a smile. Vona might have glanced at me stealthily, slightly nourished and lowered her eyes. - Axle back, now did you see me? If I’d be here, I wouldn’t be ... - Ale, I didn’t know you: I thought that you might ... - Do you know me now? - Troshki. Axis, for example, what do you want to see? - Oh, you guessed right the first time! - having found me in seizure, but my dear girl is smart: I don’t get stuck with the beauty. - So, in the first glance, they guessed it, I’ll do it right. Precisely, I am fearful with women, I am in excitement, I am not worn out, but not less, as if I’m going to blame the one who poured you ... It’s like a dream, but I’m not guessing, if I’m going to say I want to be like a woman. - Yak? ignorant? .. - So, if you tremble my hand, then tse through those who do not want to eat such a little hand, like yours. I call a visitor from a woman; so that I am not before them and I do not call the nicholas; I’m alone ... I don’t know how to talk to them. I don't know the axis now - why didn't I tell you what kind of fool? Tell me straight; I run ahead of you, I am not imaginative ... - Ni, nothing, nothing; navpaki. And as long as you are vimagate, I’m going through the door, so I’ll tell you, women should have such fear; and if you want more nobility, then I may not be like it, and I will not see you all the way to the booth. - Look at me, - as soon as I start to choke out of the drowning, - well, I will surely stop being afraid, and todi - goodbye to all my pennies! .. - Give it a shot? how can you do it? the axis is already rotten. - Vinen, I won't; ale, yak, you want it, there is no bazhannya in taku ghilinu ... - Thank you, why? -- Well, like this; be, please God, be affectionate. Judge what I am! Even the axis is already less than twenty rockets, and I haven’t gotten any bad. Well, how can I say kindly, spontaneously before the speech? You will be able to see, if everything is visible, named ... I cannot move, if my heart speaks. Well, yes, it's all the same ... Chee, zhodnoy women, nikoli, nikoli! Some knowledge and only the world today, but it’s something if I’m planning to do something. Ah, if only you knew, if I had developed in such a way! .. - Ale yak, in whom? .. - That nі in whom, in the ideal, in that, how to dream of uvі sіn. I am opening in the world of the Romani society. Oh, you don't know! True, it is not possible without that, I have seen two or three women, ale the stink of a woman? all these gentlemen, well ... If I have ridiculed you, I will tell you, just thinking to speak, so easily, with some kind of aristocratic woman on the street, noisy, if you are alone; speak, sly, fearfully, mischievously, boldly; say, “I’m alone, I don’t see me, but I don’t want to know a woman; To inspire, how to bring a woman into the bonds does not see the fearful benevolence of such an unhappy people like me. Well, nareshty, and everything that I’m trying to do, I’m only good at that, but say me two words brotherly, for the part, don’t see me from the first crock, take my word for it, listen to me, when I’m going to say, I’m thinking , as if it’s good, give me hope, say two words, just two words, then don’t want me to do anything with her! .. Ale vi smithesya ... Well, I say for that ... - Do not annoy; I am laughing at the fact that you are a thief, and if you tried it, then you would be in the distance, maybe, if you would like a bullet on the street on the right; more simple, more beautiful ... She is a good woman, because she is not bad, because she is not particularly angry at anything, in that wretchedness, she wouldn’t bother to see you without two words, which you are so fearfully imitating ... I am! zychayno, would take you for the divine. I also judged by myself. I myself know a lot, like people live in the world! “Oh, my dear,” I shouted, “you don’t know what they were doing for me now! - Good Good! Ale tell me who you knew I was such a woman. .. well, yaku vi was respected by everyone ... respect and friendship ... in a word, not a hazyayka, you name it. What did you dare to go to me? - What? why? Ale vi buli one, that pan buv is douzhe smiliviy, now nich: wait a minute, for the ties ... Did you want to go to me? - There, on that boat? But I really don’t know how to see it; I am afraid ... You know, I am happy and happy; I am, having slept; I will be behind the place; Never before have there been such happy hilinas. Vie ... me, maybe bootie, hello ... Well, vibachte me, if I guess: I got up, chu you cried, I ... I didn't mind a little bit ... , My God! Well, didn’t I even think about you? Do you know better than you? .. Vibachte, I said spіvchuttya ... Well, yes, in a word, I’m not even able to picture you, why didn’t I’ve lured me to you? .. - Zalishte, finish, do not seem ... - said the girl, sniffing and squeezing my hand. - I myself am vinna, I started talking about it; I’m glad I’m not pardoned in you ... I’m already at home; it is necessary for me to go to the provinces; there are two crocs ... Farewell, my dyakuyu ... - So it’s not so much, it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad? .. What is it? - Bachte, - she said, muttering, dear girl, - if you wanted a handful of only two words, but now ... Ale, vіm, I won't tell you anything ... Maybe buti, I’m moving ... - I’ll come here tomorrow, - having said I am. - Oh, forgive me, I’m already vimagay ... - So, you are impatient ... you mayzhe vimagaєte ... - Hear, hear! - interrupting I її. - Vibachte, if I’ll tell you if I’m going to tell you, I don’t have to ... Ale axis shou: I can’t help but come here tomorrow. I am a mriynik; I have so little action life, how I am such a sin, as I am, as I am now, I import so little, I can’t help repeating the same amount of sickness in the world. I will dream about you a whole lot of nothing, a whole day, all the rik. I will definitely come here tomorrow, here itself, at the same time, at the same hour, I will be happy, I will guess at it. It’s nice to me, too. I have less than two or three nights in Petersburg. I once cried at the memory, like vi ... Who knows, maybe, if you, ten wounds, wept at the memory. .. Ale vibachte me, I know I have forgotten; you, maybe bootie, if there is no bootie here especially happy. - Good, - said the girl, - I, mabut, will come here tomorrow, maybe about ten years. Bachu, I still can't fence you ... The axle is on the right, I need to be here; do not think, why bother you? I run ahead of you, I need to be here for myself. Ale the axis ... well, I'll tell you frankly: there won't be anything if you come; in the first place, I can be aware of inappropriateness, like this, a little to the side ... in a word, I just wanted to bachiti you ... just tell you two words. Tilki, bachte, don't you judge me now? do not think that I can so easily acknowledge poachenya ... Just go ahead homeliness ... - Homeliness! say, say, say everything in advance; I am fit for everything, ready for everything, - I viguknuv in capture, - I see for myself - I will be rumors, shanoblous ... you know me ... divchina. - I know you. Ale, wonder, come with the mind; in a persistent way (only be affectionate, vikonaєte, I ask, - bachte, I say in the doorway), I don’t get stuck in me ... It’s not possible, I’m singing you. I am ready for friendship, the axis is my hand ... - I swear to you, - I shouted, having buried my pen ... - Oblishte, do not swear, I know that you should have burned out like gunpowder. Chi do not sue me, as I think so. If you knew ... At least there is no one, there can be a word to say, from whom it would be for the sake of power. Zvychayno, not on the streets of shukati radniks, that vyatok. I know you so well, as there are twenty rockies as friends ... .. - Cheat ... only I don’t know, as I’ll live, I want to add it. - Spit mitsnishe; Good night - and remember, I'm already UP. Ale vie so kindly viguknuli recently: it’s not as good as it sounds in the skin, navi in ​​the brother’s spivchutti! You know, it’s so kindly said, but I immediately lost my thought to you ... what? -- Till tomorrow. Nehay tse bude leave the house. Tim is smart for you; I want it to be like a novel nearby. Maybe bootie, I'll tell you tomorrow, but maybe bootie, dumb ... I'll talk to you in advance, we know better ... - Oh, so I'll tell you everything about myself tomorrow! Ale scho tse? as if it’s a miracle with me to see ... Well, tell me, if you are not happy with him, you weren’t angry, as if you’re bothering me, didn’t you see me on the very cob? Two chili, and we were playing me as happy. So! happy; as well as nobles, maybe you’re good, you’ve made peace with yourself, you’ve allowed my mind ... Maybe you’re, I’ll know that kind of bad stuff on me ... Well, I will tell you everything tomorrow, you know everything, everything ... - Good, I’ll accept ; you will read it. .. - Suitable. -- Good bye! -- Good bye! We were separated. I've been walking all night; I didn’t dare to turn around. I'm so happy ... see you tomorrow!

no friend

- Well, the i axis has survived! - Said me, fluttering and cuddling my offended hands. - I've been here for two years; you don’t know, what a day has been by me! - I know, I know ... ale to the right. You know, now I have come? Aje is not a fool of a bazikati, a yak vchora. Axis scho: we need to come forward. I thought about everything. - Why, who are smart? On my side, I'm ready; ale, right, in life I did not trample on anything reasonable, as now. - Is it true? First, I beg you, do not stamp my hands like that; in a different way, I will tell you that I have been thinking about you this year. - Well, why did you get it? - Chim skіnchilosya? Tim, that I need to know everything, to the end of all, I have seen this year, but I didn’t want to know, but I didn’t want a child, like a child, I’m a hearty, maddened so that I praised myself, as if I had to end up, if I could get my own way. In addition, to correct the pardon, I circulated to know about you by the very lecturer rank. Ale so, as I know about you and in someone, then you and me are guilty of all the answers, all the answers. Well, what about lyudin? Shvidshe - fix it, develop your history. - History! - I shouted, angry, - history !! Ale hto having told you, why do I have my history? I have no history ... - So how did you live, if there is no history? - interrupted Vaughn sm_yuchis. - Absolutely without any history! so, alive, as it seems to us, by himself, to be absolutely one, - one, one whole, - mind, is there also one? - So yak is one? Didn't they bach any nikoli? - Oh ni, bachiti shhos bachu - but still I'm alone. - Well, you don't seem to me? - At the strict sense, ni z kim. - That xto wi takiy, explain yourself! Strive, I will be happy: you, mabut, є granny, yak і at me. There’s a slap and an axis at the same time of life I’m not starting up anyway, so I couldn’t have learned to speak. And if I let that fate go two, so get out, but I didn’t vtrimaєsh, I called out to me that and pinned my pay with a hairpin - and so it was quiet for many days; won’t panchіkh v'yazhe, hoch i slіpa; and I should sit there, or read a book with a voice - such a wondrous call, that we have pinned the axis for two rockets ... That ni, I have no such babus. - And if not, how can you sit at home? .. - Listen, you want nobility, who am I like that? - Well, well, well! - Do the strict sense have words? - In general, the words are reasonable! - Please, I'm a type. - Type, type! what type? shouting the divchin, registering so, like none of the tsiliy rik did not go into confusion. - So you are even more merry! Wonder: the axis here is lava; sit down! There is no way to go here, I don’t feel us at all, і - fix your history! For that, don't sing along to me, you have a history, and you just have a good time. Pershe, who is the same type? - Type of? type - tse original, tse taky smіshny ludin! - I said, having disarmed myself following the childish laughter. - Such a character. Hear: do you know vi, who is also a mriynik? - Mriynik? excuse me, so yak not nobility? I am a mriynik myself! For the first time I’m sitting with a babus and I don’t leave anyone in my head. Well, the axis і sooner mriyati, she thought so - well, just for the Chinese prince vihoju ... Well, God knows! Especially if you don't think about it, - the girl added to the end seriously. - Wonderful! Already, if once we went for the Chinese bogdihan, it became a bootie, absolutely zrozumite mene. Well, listen ... Allow me a little: I don’t know yet, what is your name? - Nareshty! the axis was guessed early! - Oh, my God! that I didn’t sleep on my thought, I was so kind ... - Call me - Nastenka. - Stop it! and only? - Tilki! that is not enough for you, insatiable for such a thing! - Not enough chi? Bagato, bagato, navpaki, even bagato, Nastenka, kindly vi divchina, if for the first time Nastusya became for me! - Otozh! Well! - Well, the axis, Nastenka, listen, but there’s a change of history here. I am sincerely bilya, having adopted a pedantically-serious pose and half-dumb in a written manner: - Є, Nastenka, if you don’t know that, є in Petersburg to finish the marvelous coils. In the middle of the day, it’s not like looking at the same dream, like to light up for all Petersburg people, but looking like it’s new, like it’s not new, it’s not a dream for the whole house, and it’s light on everything with a special, special light. At the tsikh kutah, dear Nastenka, I see that it’s not like it’s life, it’s not like that for us to boil, but that’s how you can be in the thirty unhomed kingdom, and not with us, in our serious, precarious hour. The axis of life and the sum of what is the essence of the fantastic, hot-ideal and at the same time (sorry, Nastenka!) - Ugh! Lord my God! yake peredmovu! Well, can I smell it? - Feel you, Nastenka (I'm not getting tired, I won't get tired of naming you Nastusya), feel you, wondrous people live in these kuts - mriyniks Mriynik - as if the report is needed - not a man, but, you know family. To settle here in an unapproachable place m cork, to start hiding in a new way from this light and as soon as to climb up to yourself, then so and growth to your couture, like a ravlik, or, at least, it is even similar in the whole world of food as a creature, all at once, how to call oneself a turtle Yak you think, why should you love your chotiri stini so much, smoked with an unmistakably green fabulous, smoky, frowning and unlawful stinking? Now a confused pan, if you come to see some of those who know you (and know you know, that everyone knows everything to be translated). didn’t think so bad in his choices of stin’s zlochin, as didn’t win in fake papyrtsi, for what’s wrong to appear in a magazine with an anonymous leaf, in which it was already meant to be asked Why should I tell me, Nastenka, rozmova doesn’t fit so well with two spivrozmovniks? Why don't you laugh, don't mind, never mind, I don't mean from the language of the rapist and the spontaneously friend, who in everybody's mind love to love and laugh , і live again, і rozmov and about the beautiful field, and іnshі fun those? Why, nareshty, my friend, just, a recent knowledge, and at the first visit, - that another in such a way will not be, and my friend will not come for the first time, - why the friend himself is so embarrassed, so bone-hearted, with all his might ( as if only there at the new one), marvel at throwing the guilt of the ruler, who, in his own devil, has already risen to ruin, about a beautiful field and I would like to be honored with such a patronage, do not hesitate to indulge the people, who, with mercy, have come to visit us? Why, nareshti, the guest is a raptor to grab for the drops and quickly guessing about the self-needed right, which nicholas has not been thrown, and so-so vivilnyaє his hand from the hot pressure of the sovereign, to try hard to show his whale? Why don't my friend speak more loudly, when you go outside the door, right then and there, the word nikoli doesn't come to his own divak, I want a divak for the day and I grow maliy, and at the same hour I can't bring my own message into a small primacy: I want to see the rank, phizionomy of his recent advisor for the whole hour spent the whole hour looking at the sight of that unhappy kitten, what kind of winter, in all sorts of ways they formed children, for a whole year, on the dose of suppression, it bristles, to be identified and the mitts are reflected in their paws, and more and more, in order to wonder more about nature and life, and to look for a handout from the public, supplies for some compassionate housekeepers? “Listen,” Nastenka interrupted, as she heard me for an entire hour, opening her eyes and mouth, “listen: I absolutely don't know why it’s all the same, and to whom you’re giving me this kind of food; Still, I know melodiously, so then, all tsi fit the trap not uniformly with you, from word to word. - Without a doubt, - I said with the most serious minded. - Well, if I don't mind, so go ahead, - said Nastenka, - that I really want to know nobility, why should I get lost. - You want to be noble, Nastenka, but our hero is also shy in his couture, or, more beautifully, tell me, I, the hero of everything right - I, my powerful, modest special; you want nobility, why am I so alarmed and ruined for a whole day from a friend who was not allowed to visit? Do you want the nobility, why am I so floundering, so bad, if they opened the doors to my room, why didn’t I accept a guest and so rudely closed the door to the heavy, powerful hospitality? - Well, yes, yes! - said Nastenka, - on the right. Listen: you are fine, but you can’t tell if it’s not so beautiful? Otherwise, you say as if you are reading a book. - Stop it! - when I say in an important and suvorim voice, I can tell you the smirk, - my dear Nastenka, I know that I can tell perfectly well, ale - vinen, but I don’t know how to tell you. Now, my dear Nastenka, now similar to the spirit of Tsar Solomon, like a thousand rockets in kubushts, along with several seals, and from which nareshti were known to all these seals. Now, my dear Nastenka, since we have gone to know about such a good time, - I have known you for a long time, Nastenka, and I have already been whispering for a long time, but it’s a sign that I’ve been whispering about you myself and how we have been judged now to get pissed off, - now there are thousands of valves in my head, and I am guilty of spilling a lot of tears, not those I will choke. Otzhe, please do not interrupt me, Nastenka, but hear well and hear it; іnakse - I will move. - Hi-ni-ni! niyak! speak! Now I won't say a word. - I propose: є, my friend Nastenka, on my day one year, which I superbly love. It’s the same hour, if it’s all over the place, plant and crop and go to every house to visit, go to see and immediately, on the road, go wine and have fun with those who want to spend all eternity. At the end of the hour, our hero, - let me again, Nastenka, let me go to the third person, while in the first person everything is tediously messy to go out - now, at the end of the hour, our hero, which may not be without a right, crock for others. Ale wondrously, feeling satisfied with the face of your child, as a little bit of a winter person. Never mind wondering at evening dawn, The yaka is getting darker in the cold Petersburg sky. If I say - to be surprised, so I break: it’s not wondering, but I’m not looking at it as if it’s unaware, it’s not tired of being busy at the same hour, because it’s a big, big object, so it’s just a blink, maybe it’s mimovolish, at all times. Wines of gratification, for that, having finished until tomorrow, cover for a new right,і radium, like a schoolboy, who was let out in the best ice until they fell in love with іgor and vіvok. Surprise at a new side, Nastenka: you shake it up, well, it’s just as happy that your weak nerves and your fantasies are overwhelmed. The axis of vin is thinking about it ... Do you think about obid? about this evening? Why wonder so? On the whole man of solidity, who so picturesquely bowed down the lady, who rode all over again on frisky horses in a blisky carriage? Hi, Nastusya, now see you all the time! Vin is now already bagaty its own special lives; win as a rapt becoming bagatim, and the farewell end of the dying out, the son not long ago so cheerfully flashed in front of him and wicked from the cold heart of the fierce enmity. Now, the ice has marked the road, on which the number of found the dribnitsa could oppose it. Now the "goddess of fantasy" (you read Zhukovsky, Nastenka is sweet) already woven her gold base with a dandy hand; the sidewalk, on a kind of vin yde get. Try zupiniti yogo now, feed yogo with a rapt: de vin now stand, what streets are you? - I didn’t think of anything melodiously, neither of that, walking, nor of that, standing now, і, handicapped from annoyance, unequivocally defeating it, not just for the sake of decency. The axis of what was so wry, not screaming a little and looking around with a little bit of glare, if one was even more important, the old woman zupinil him in the middle of the sidewalk, and began to feed him about the road, yaku lost. Frowning out of annoyance, the crochet wins the distance, the ice hovers, but not only one who walks laughs, marvels at the new one, and turns up all over the place and looks like a little girl, fearfully walked along the road, looking at her voice hands. But all the same fantasies drew on their gracious polo and old, and many passers-by, and a little girl, and peasants, who immediately sup on their barges, filled the Fontanka і everything in its own canvas, like flies at the pavutinnya, іwith the new bunnies, the divak has already gone to his I tidied up the table and handed the phone to the other, went to the room and at the bottom guessing, well, I’m still called, I’ve gotten lost, I’ve gotten lost. It was dark outside the room; on his soul empty and summarily; the whole kingdom of the world was falling down until it fell, fell without a trace, without noise and triviality, washed away, like a dream, and wine and itself is not a memory, which you were thinking. Ale, as it is dark, at the sight of someone who is slightly ill and sick of his breasts, as if new bazhanya is focusingly slicker and more dramatic and unimaginable clicks of the people of the new mayor, In the little room; discretion and line to keep quiet; it’s easy to ignite, it boils slightly, like water in the old Motroni's cavern, how to mess around without turbulence, in the kitchen, cooked her own cook. The axis is already slightly cut through with sleeves, the axis is already a book, taken without a mark and navmannya, vipadaє from the hands of my world, not going until the third side. Uyava yogo I know nastovan, destroyed and rapt I know Novy Svit, Nova, charismatic life flashed in front of him with its own perspective. New dream - new happiness! A new trick of the vitonized, hty, screw it off! Oh, what youmu in our day life. Look at yogo p_dkuplenii, we are with you, Nastenka, so lively, povily, mlyavo; look at me, everyone is so unhappy with our share, so we are languishing in our lives! That righteousness, wonder, righteousness, as at the first glance, everything around us is cold, gloomy, as if angry ... "Bidni!" - thought my mriynik. That is not a miracle, I think! To marvel at the charming primaries, who are so charming, so whimsical, so immeasurably, and so broadly in front of him in such a charming, spiritualized picture, de on the first plane, a first person, even a special one, my own dear. Surprise, that you are useful, that you are not endless swarm of drowning worlds. Power up, maybe buti, about win mri? What a tse pitati! yes, about everything ... about the role of a poet, I am not singing the famous one, but rather the victorious one; about friendship with Hoffmann; Bartholomewska nich, Diana Vernon, heroic role for the hour of taking Kazan by Ivan Vasilovich, Klara Movbrai, Evfiya Dens, the cathedral of prelates and Gus in front of them, rebellion of flickers in "Robert" (memorial to the music? at Berezin, we eat at the Countess V - y-D - y, Danton, Cleopatra ei suoi amanti [і її kohantsі (ITAL.)], Budinochok in Kolomiya, my little kutochok, and more than a mile of the opening, as I hear you in the winter evening, open my mouth and eyes, as I hear you now, my little angel ... , in that life, in yak, we so want with you? I think that it’s a good life, I don’t transfer it, but it’s for someone else, maybe it’s if it’s an hour, if in one day, it’s a bad life to see all of its fantastic rocky rock, і not for happiness, and do not want to vibrate in that hour, the turmoil, kayattya and without the fence of grief. If it’s still not instructed, it’s a terrible hour, it’s not a goddamn thing, it’s the bazhan’s fault, that’s everything with him, that it’s because of the repetition, it’s because the artist himself is responsible for his life and to create his own life in a new way. And even so easily, so naturally it is fantastic light ! Nache th righteously, it’s not a ghost! Really, if you are ready to go to hell, the whole life is not awkward, not mirage, not bullshit, but really, really, really, really, really! Why should I say, Nastenka, why should the spirit be ruined in such slack? Why would it be a miracle, as if an unattended person would speed up the pulse, breeze down from the eyes of the beast, burn this bloody, moistened cheek, and such a charming whiteness remind all of yogh's vision? Why should we go through a sleepless night like one mity, in an unprecedented moment because of joy and happiness, and if we’re sooner we will exchange at a window and a child, to illuminate a gloom to a room, to our sumptuous fantastic light, to our St. on lіzhko і blue in the wake of capturing his own painfully hostile spirit і with such a malo-licorice pain in the heart? So, Nastenka, you fool and mimic your side, well, the addiction to help, to help the soul of yogi, mimovoli povirish, so, live, see in this deserted world! And what a deception is an axis, for example, love went down in your breast with an intense, unbearable joy, with languid torment ... Just look at the new one and cross! Chee vіrte vi, na ny marvel, dear Nastenka, how is it that really vіn doesn’t know this, how is it that he loves so much in his own unauthorized world? Neither did you ever dream of being addicted to some quick-tempered mayors? Even though the stench did not pass the stench hand in hand, the styles of the fate of his life - one, twice, having seen the whole light and knowing his skin, his life from the lives of one? Neither won’t, in the middle of the year, if there was a break, it wasn’t she lying, reading and thinking, on his breasts, not feeling the storm, how it was playing against the sky, not feeling the weather, as if he saw and didn’t listen to the black ones? Not even all the trick of the world - і a garden, summit, zanedbaniy і wild, with paths, overgrown with moss, glimpses, frowns, de stinks so often walked twice, were successful, summed up, loved, loved one one so long, "so long and not "! First wondrous, grandiose housewife, in what style lived an hour by itself and in total with old people, we’ll scowl as a man, always a mover and cheeky, who frightened the fearful ones, like children, dejectedly and fearfully alone? Like the stench was tormented, like they were afraid of the stench, like the innocent, pure bully, love, and how (already zoosumilo, Nastenka) angry bully people! I, my God, it’s not as if it’s not so bright, far away from the shores of our father’s land, under a strange sky, midday, hot, in a miraculous world, in a blistering ball, with thunder of music, in a palazzo (unmistakably in the sea) , driving, on a whole balcony, twisted with myrtle and trojands, de vona, knowing yo, so hastily knew her mask, whispering: "I am awesome," stench in one mite sank і grief, і wretchedness, і all agony, і frowns of old women, і old, and frowning garden in the distant fatherland, і a shop, on yak, from the rest of the wary trick, you wandered in and out of your soul .. Oh, wait a minute, Nastenka, you will flutter, knowliness and pochervonish, like a schoolboy, just like an apple stolen from a garden in the garden, if you are a good-looking, healthy lad, have fun, do not bother your door, your shout, as I didn’t bother: "And I, brother, tsієї khvilini from Pavlovska!" Oh my god! The old count is dead, it’s unimportant to be happy, - here people are welcomed from Pavlovska! I am a pathetic castor, having finished my pathetic viguki. I remember that I was terribly wanting as through the force of registering, for that I already saw that in me the wicked beast of a rabid turned up, but I had already repaired my throat, squeezed out more and more and more and more , well Nastenka, I heard me, seeing my clever eyes, getting all my childish, unobtrusively cheerful smiles, and even repenting, I’m far away, well, I’ve spoken to those who have been talking in my heart for a long time in a written way, for a long time already I had prepared a virok over myself, and now I didn’t get caught up in it, I don’t read it, I’m aware, I didn’t check, but I didn’t sound out; Ala, on my face, she didn’t say anything, for three years she squeezed my hand lightly and energized my fearful fate: - All the life, Nastenka, - I said, - all the life, and I will be built, so I will finish! “It’s impossible,” she said uneasily, “I won’t be; so, mabut, and I will live all the life of babus. Listen, who do you know, why is it so bad to live like that? - I know, Nastenka, I know! - I screamed, I didn’t feel better. - I now know more, if nothing else, I have lost all my beautiful rock for nothing! Now I know, and I see a lot of such testimony, that God himself has sent me you, my good angel, to tell me and bring me. Now, if I sit around you and speak to you, it’s still scary to think about maybut, so in the maybutny - the knowledge of self-reliance, the knowledge is stale, the life is not needed; and about my life, if I am already in reality, I will be so happy! Oh, be blessed, vi, dear child, for those who have not seen me the first time, for those who can still say that I want to live two nights in my life! - Oh, ni, ni! - Nastenka shouted, and the little flakes glimmered in my eyes, - no, it won't be anymore; we are not so separate! Just two nights! - Oh, Nastenka, Nastenka! you know, how did you reconcile me with yourself? you know, now I'm not going to think so badly about myself, like thinking in іnshі khvilini? Do you know, maybe I will not be more humiliating about those who have broken evil and sin in my life, and that also life and evil and sin? I don’t think I’m out of your mind if I’m overpowered, please God, don’t think so, Nastenka, that on me it’s just because I’m just so tight, so tight ... To me, I’m already going to fix it, I’m not good life for good life; to that, I was already happy, but I have lost every tact, every feeling in the present, action; to that, nareshti, I cursed myself; to that, after my fantastic nights on me, I already know that there’s a good time, I’m zhakhlivi Tim chuєsh for an hour, like you make up and swallow around in life, human NATO, chuєsh, bachish, I don’t live for them, I’m living Deputy, that life does not fall apart, that is a dream, that is a vision, that life is always new, always young and not similar to the old one, that is, it’s like a dream, it’s like a dream, and it’s always young hmari, yak rapt will cover the sun and the tightness of tribute to the Petersburg heart, how to cherish your son so much - and even in the ace of yak fantasy! Vidchuvash, wona nareshty get tired, hang out with a vichy stressed out, tsya uncertified fantasia, so also a cholovik, to see from his own ideas: the stench breaks into drank in ulamki; as long as there is no life, so it will be done with the same ulamkiv. And at this hour, I want to ask for something, and I want my soul and soul to rush, like in the ashes, in my old worlds, whispering in all the ashes I want, some spirits, how to blow it out, let us revive all the fire in the heart of the heart it was so sweet earlier, how it sounded the soul, how the roof boils, how it sounded from the eyes and so rosy deceiving! Do you know, Nastenka, what am I doing? you know that I already have the temptations to celebrate the lady of my visions, the lady of the one who was so nice before, that the day didn’t come, - that’s why the lady’s coping with the same timidity, the wicked, the wicked world tsikh wicked mriy are dumb, then do not see them: aje and mrii see! You know, what I love now is to guess and add in the singing lines tі mіstya, de bouw happy to stick in my own way, I like to stay with my help, I’m sure I’ll go on and on, I often blink yak yak, call in the streets. Help everyone! Guess, for example, that the axis is right here right away, right at the same hour, at the same hour, wandering around the sidewalk so selflessly, so self-deprecated, like now! I think, that I didn’t think it was more beautiful, but I didn’t think it’s more beautiful, but it’s easier, I didn’t get it, I didn’t get it, I didn’t get it. it’s not buzzing to finish the summit, to finish the frown, the frown, both in the daytime, now in the night, now it doesn’t give me peace. And nourish yourself: de f your mrii? і having stolen with your head, you say: how can you fly quickly! I know how to feed myself: how are you rocking with your rock? kudi ti boasting her finest hour? Are you alive? Marvel, kazhesh sob, marvel, how cold it is on the lights. Still go through the fate, and after them you will come with a gloomy self-reliance, come with a fire shaking old age, and behind them tight and troubles. Spolotnin your fantastic light, freeze, ziv'yat your world and drown, like a leaf from the trees ... Oh, Nastenka! Even if you’re totally alone, you’ll be absolutely alone, and you’ll see nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing ... that everything that has been lost, everything, everything, nothing, stupid, round zero, nothing more than a dream! - Well, do not pity me more! - Promovil Nastenka, vitirauchi slyozinka, yak vikotilasya from the eyes її. - Now go! Now we will be doubled; now, do not become me, even though we will not be separated. Listen. I am a simple dvchina, I didn’t work hard enough, I want my granny and hired a teacher; Ale, really, I’m thinking about you, for everything that they told me now, I’ve already lived myself, if my grandmother pinned me to the cloth. Surely, I wouldn’t say good things like that, as if I didn’t, I didn’t get it, ”she shyly added, more and more I could see the poop to my pathetic message and to my high style, - I’m even more glad that you have absolutely seen me. Now I know you, call you, I know everything. I know what? I want to tell you about my history, all without prikhovannya, and because of those I will be happy. Lyudin is a little more intelligent; Obіtsyaєte vi, are you glad to see me? - Ah, Nastenka, - I said, - I wish I wasn’t too smart, but now I’m more intelligent, but now I’m going to live like this, then it’s as if it’s more reasonable and dear to one of the deads. ! Well, my garnenka Nastenka, who’s glad to see you? Talk to me directly; I am now so cheerful, happy, smilivy and intelligent, so I won't crawl into the swarm for a word. - Hi ni! - interrupted Nastenka, laughing, - I need more than one intelligent glad, I need a hearty joy, brotherly, so, like they loved me! - Go, Nastenka, go! - I shouted in the seizure, - if I loved you already twenty times, I still didn’t love more than the present! - Your hand! - said Nastusya. - Vaughn axis! - having given me, I give my hand. - Otzhe, let's start my story!

ISTORIA Nastenka

- Half of the history you already know, so you know me є I'm an old granny ... - Yaksho іnsha half is so underwhelmed, like і tsya ... - I interrupted the bulo, laughing. - Move and hear. Persh for everything umova: do not interrupt me, but not those I, mabut, amuse myself. Well, listen well. Є I have an old granny. I didn’t have enough of a little girl before her, and my mother and father died. Demand to think that the granny was persh persh, that is why and now I am wondering about the shortage of days. Vaughn vivchila me in French and helped me to find a teacher. If I had fifteen rockets (and now I’ve got seventeen), we finished reading. The axis at the end of the hour I let go; already, I hurt -- I won't tell you; to finish off the fact that the province of the bullet is small. Tilka Granny called to me in one wound and said, "Well, as if there is a slap, then you can't beat me, she took a hairpin and pinned my pay to her right, so here I said," Well, all life will sit like this, like, soundly, I’m not blushing. In a word, in the first hour it is not possible to come in a niyak: і pratsyuy, і read, і see - everything is given by the grandmother. I tried to cheat once and put my systems on my tekla. Tekle is our teacher, she's deaf. Tekle sat down to replace me; Granny fell asleep in crystals at one o'clock, and I went close to my friend. Well , evil and skіnchilo. Granny threw herself away without me and forgiven it, I think, I’m still sitting quietly at the moment. Fyokla has to bail, she’s going to be fed up, but she’s not aware of it, I thought, I thought, I wondered, I wondered, I wondered if I’d be bothered, I pulled out a hairpin and started ticati ... Then Nastenka zupinilasya and started regotati. I laughed at the same time with her. Vaughn stopped at once. - Listen, don't laugh at the granny. I’m laughing, that’s funny ... Well, if you’re a granny, really, it’s like that, but I’m still fond of trosh. Well, in the end, and in the end, I was far away: they planted me on the spot, and it was impossible to turn around. Well, sir, I have told you so much that we have our own little house, like a little house, just three windows, a tree and the same old man, like a granny; a high mezzanine; the axis and having moved to the mezzanine before us, a new bag ... - having respected I mimokhid. “It’s so astonishing, bouw,” Nastenka said, “and what a mind to move is more beautiful than you. True, already turning my ice over. Tse buv dіdok, dry, nimiy, slіpiy, crooked, so it became impossible for you to live in svitі, wіn і died; And then, and knowing a new baggage, we cannot live without a baggage: tse a grandmother's pension may make all our income. Noviy sackanets yak navmisne buv young cholovik, no solace, zaizhzhiy. So, since I wasn’t bargaining, then the granny let him go, and then he’d eat: "Whoa, Nastenka, our young sluggish chi ni?" I didn’t want to: "So, I think, granny, it’s not those young people who are calling, and so, not old people." "Well, what kind of call?" - will feed the granny. I do not want to know nonsense. "So, my mind, I seem to be calling, granny!" And the granny might say: "Ah! Punishment, punishment! I’m not, granddaughter, I’m telling you for this, I don’t look at him. What a capital! Come on, such an idiot sluggish man, but there’s a lot of calls:“ not the same old times! And all the babusi would be for old people! I was younger than the old bule, and the sun was getting warmer for the old, and the tops of the old did not sour so quickly - everything was old! The axis I sit and move, but I think to myself: well, the grandmother herself is not bothering me, will feed me, who is the good, young, who is the baggage? That just like that, just thought, I immediately became aware of the loops of vvazati, panchіkh v'yazati, and then zabula. The axis of time is up to us and the baggage comes, feed about those who have been wrapped around the tapestries in the room. Word for word, granny balakucha, and like: "Go, Nastenka, to my bedroom, bring rakhunki." I secretly buried myself, all, I don’t know why, pochervonіla, that and zabula, scho sidzhu pinned; dumb, just quietly let go of the bag without bashing, - she snapped so much that the grandmother had lost her heart. Yak I beat it, but now that I’m still a bit of a mess about me, I’m worn out, I’ve started to dug the axis, and I started crying, - it’s so disgusting and grizzly it’s gotten into a lot of sickness, I don’t want to be surprised! Granny shouting: "What are you worth?" - and I am even more duzhche ... Meshkanets, as if pummeled, pissed off, but it became disgusting for me, bowing and innocently pishov! Silent feast, troch noise in the blues, yak dead. The axis, I think, is a baggage, so little by little about all kinds of problems and I will send a hairpin. Tilki all buv not guilty without coming. Passed two days; a baggage and transfer from the flowing books, there are a lot of French books and all garnie books, so you can read it; so who doesn’t want granny, I read it, didn’t it boring? Granny waited a bit for a while, only she was feeding moral books, but also books are immoral, so Nastenka, it’s impossible to read anything, you can’t read something bad. - And what is it for, granny? What is written there? - A! as it is described in them, how young people spokushayut Ukrainian children, as the stench, driven by the drive of the one who wants to recognize them for themselves, to bring them from the house of Batkivsky, as at the same time they forget the cichons of the non-merciless ones to leave for the longest time in them. I seem to be a granny, I read a lot of such books, and everything, to say, is so beautifully described, scho nich sitish, quietly read. So, look, Nastenka, wonder, don't read it. How many books have you sent? - And all Walter Scott Romani, granny. - Walter Scott Romani! And as a matter of fact, why is there no trick here? Look-but, without being afraid of wine they have some love notes? - Nі, I think, granny, there are no notes. - That pіd palіturkoyu subscribe; stink inodі in halepa zaphayut, rozbіyniki! .. - Ні, old lady, і before the palіturkoy mute nothing. - Well, that's it! We were looking forward to reading Walter-Scott, and half of them were read during the month. Let us win over and over. Pushkina nadsilav, so nareshti without books, I couldn’t, I stopped thinking, like I’m going for a Chinese prince. So the bullet was on the right, if once I had a good chance to meet with our bagman at the gatherings. Granny sent me for a chimos. Win zupinivsya, I pochervonіla, i win pochervonіv; Protest laughed, gratefully, about the grandmother's health, feeding it and like: "Well, have you read the books?" I said: "I read it." "Well, as if you were more honored?" I seem to say: "" Ivangoe "yes Pushkin was honored most of all." At the same time, it’s time and again. Through the ten days, I have known you at the gatherings. Granny didn’t do anything once, but my most demand was for chimos. Bula is three years old, and the Baghkan arrives at one o'clock. "I'm going!" - like. I youmu: "Good afternoon!" - Well, don't you feel bored to sit with a grandmother for a whole day? Having supplied me with power, I don’t know what it was, I got clogged up, and it’s covered up for me, it’s obvious that it’s also about the right supply. I already wanted not to accept and drink, so I was not strong. - Hear, like, see the good devil! Vibachte, how I seem to be with you so, ale, I sing you, I am more beautiful than your grandmothers, I bade you good. Do you have a lot of friends who can be invited to a party? I think that there are no ones, that there was only one, Mashenka, that and that went to Pskov. - Listen, like, would you like me to go to the theater? -- To the theatre? what a granny? - That vi, as it were, quietly go to the grandmother ... - I think I don’t want to deceive the grandmother. Goodbye, sir! - Well, goodbye, it seems, but he himself did not say anything. Only when I am going to come and come before us; silly, having spoken to the grandmother, having fed, so won, viizhzhak chi kudi-nebud, chi є know, - as much as the axis and even: "And I'm going to bed for the opera now;" Sevilsky barber "give, know they wanted, so they thought, I lost a ticket in my hands." - "The Barber of Sevilsky"! - shouted the granny, - so tse that samiy "Cyrulnik", which was given in old fashion? - So, it seems, tse that samiy "Tsirulnik" - that and glancing at me. And I’m all zeal, pochervonila, and my heart has been stricken with it! - The same yak, seemingly granny, yak is not nobility. I myself am old at home theater Rozina grala! - So you don’t want this year? - having said the baggage. - it’s a waste of money. - So, mabut, poidemo, seemingly granny, why shouldn't you? And my axis, Nastenka, in the theater Nicoli did not bully. My God, yak joy! It was in secret that we got hold of, we got along and went. Granny wants to sleep, but all the same, I wanted to hear the music, that, besides, there’s an old good: I wanted to keep quiet, it wouldn’t have picked up. Even though the hostility was booming from the "Barber of Sevilla", I will not tell you, only for the next evening our bagman marveled so kindly at me, so kindly said that I did not secretly beat me, that I didn’t want to try it alone, I wondered she went to him. Well, the joy of a yak! Sleepy I lay so proud, so cheerful, so beating in my heart, I became a little feverish woman, and all the while I was marrying about "The Barber of Sevilsky". I thought that all the wines will come in more and more often - it’s not like that. Win mayzhe has stopped. So, once for a month, buvalo, come, and then only for the time, ask the theater to ask. Once we have developed, we have gone back again. Just like that, I’m not satisfied. I bachila, I’m just a Skoda, I’m not for those that I’m with a granny in such a paddock, but more and nothing. Distant and distant, I knew on me: I don’t sit, I don’t read, I don’t read, I don’t really do it, I’m laughing, and I’m just shy about evil, and I’m just crying at once. Nareshti, I grew thin and did not become a little ill. The opera season is over, and it’s too late to come to us; if we were scared - all at the same gatherings, it was zoos, - it’s so earnest to bow to the flyers, so earnestly, as if they didn’t want to say anything, and I’m still calling on the ganks, and I still stand halfway down the gatherings, the red is like a cherry, to that shcho at me all the shelter felt thrown into the head, if I was staring at him. Now at once and at a time. Rivno rіvno rіvno, in the same month, a baggage comes before us, as well as a grandmother, since the viclopot is here inviting his right and guilty of wishing to visit Moscow. I, yak pochula, wicked and fell on the stile, yak dead. Granny didn’t think anything, but it’s the fault of her; how you come to us, bowing to us and pishov. What do I need to do? I thought and thought, sumuvala, grieved, і vreshti-resht і respected. Tomorrow yomu їhati, and I told you, I’ll end it all in the evening, if my grandmother goes to sleep. So I became. I imposed everything on the university, that was cloth, and everything was needed, and with the university in my hands, I was not alive or dead, I went to the maisonette before our baggage. I think I went to the gatherings for a whole year. If she did it before, doors, win like that and screaming at me, marvel at me. I thought that I was a ghost, and I rushed to give me a tribute, so I stood on my feet. My heart was beating so hard, my head ached, and my heart was getting sick. If I threw myself, then I rested right there, shook my vuzlik to a new one, she was strong, she clutched her hands and cried in three strings. Win, build, mitty all the minds and standing in front of me the blids and so summarily marveled at me, but in my heart it overwhelmed. - Listen, - pochav vin, - listen, Nastenka, I can't do anything; I'm a Lyudin bidna; I have to leave the dumb thing, to see the decent; How can we live if I become friends with you? They said, “Hey, I’ve come to the drowning place and fell, said,“ I can’t live with my grandmother, but I’m flowing from her, I don’t want to, but I don’t want to pinch me with a pin, and I, as if I want, will go with him to Moscow, that I can't live without a new life. І rubbish, і love, і pride - all at once spoke to me, and I didn’t fall into mischief in court. I was so afraid of seeing! Win kilka chilin sidin the flywheel, then stood up, went to me and took my hand. - Listen, my dear, my dear Nastenka! - if it’s like it’s okay, - listen. I swear to you that if I am in the serpent will be friends, then you will inadvertently add up the power of happiness; I'm singing, now only one can bite the power of happiness. Listen: I am going to Moscow and will stay there as soon as possible. I am happy to master yours. If I turn around, and if you don’t fall in love with me, I swear to you, we will be happy. Now, it’s not a pity, I can’t, I don’t have the right to be-schooled. Ale, I repeat, as long as it does not break through the rik, then I would like, if not, it will not be so; zoosuilo - in that vipad, if you don’t get the best of me, then I can’t tie you with a word, and I don’t laugh. The axis of the win, having told me, and the next day, arrived. It was laid down spіlno babusі do not talk about the price of nі words. So I want to. Well, the axis is now smaller and my whole history has disappeared. Proyshov rіvno rіk. Win arrived, win has been here for three days, і, і ... - І wow? - I shouted in impatience, I felt a little bit. - I still haven’t buv! - Nastenka said, as if they were trying to get out of their strength, - neither hearing nor spirit ... about in my heart turned over to the tsikh of Ridan. I didn’t know any kind of connection. - Stop it! - I felt in a timid and insinuating voice, - Nastenka! heal god, don't cry! What do you know? maybe bootie, yogo still dumb ... - Here, here! - Pidhopila Nastenka. - Vin here, I really know. We have a big mind, so, in that evening, we will go out in advance: if we have already said everything that I told you, and have gone home, we went out for a walk, on the same embankment. It was ten years old; we sat on the tsiy lavtsi; I didn’t cry anymore, I was heartily hearted by those who were talking ... Vin said, it’s innocently if I’m coming to us, if I don’t see anything, then we will say about all the grandmas. Now I have arrived, I know, and it’s dumb! I won’t hit the sloos again. - My God! Can't that hiba niyak be sick with grief? - I shouted, hiding in the lavas in a fast razpachі. - Tell me, Nastenka, why can't I go home? .. - Is it cheap? - said won, raptom p_dnya head. - Hi, awfully, ni! - having respected me, having changed. - and the axis is scho: write a sheet. - Hi, it’s not good, it’s not possible! - she said more loudly, even lowering her head and not marveling at me. - Yak is not possible? why can't you? - I prodovzhuvav, hoping for my idea. - Ale, you know, Nastenka, yaky leaf! I am planting a leaf of a leaf and ... Ah, Nastenka, that's right! Trust me, trust me! I won’t give you something nasty for the sake of it. Everything is possible to vlashtuvati! See, the first croc - why is it now ... - Not possible, not possible! Todi I will impose on you ... - Oh, my dear Nastenka! - having interrupted me, not getting smiles, - dumb, dumb; vi, nareshty, maє right, that is what guilt you. That, in all respects, I’m sure that Lyudin is delicate, I’m guilty of good, - I’ve prodded, more and more wondered about the consistency of my proofs and perekonan, - I’m guilty? Winning myself with an ob_tsyanka. Vin having said, no one to be friends with, except for you, if only to make friends; But you won’t have lost your freedom, you want to see a new one at once ... You can change the first croc to such a vipadku, you can’t make a mistake, you can’t change it in front of him, if you would like, for example, if you wanted to separate one of the given words .. - - Listen, did you write vi yak bi? - What? - So the price list. - I would write yak: "Shanovny goodness ..." - Not the same! Why, why? I think ... - Well, well! give! - "Shanovny goodness! Vibachte, shho I ..." Here the fact itself is true, it’s simple to write: “I am writing to you. Let me tell you that I don’t drug you and I don’t blame you. on my impatient rows. Guess, what a devil write there, she’s alone, but she’s not alone in anyone's mind, but she didn’t want to take control of her heart. Sneak in. If you don’t want to see, and in your thoughts, imagine the one who loved you so much and loved you so much. " -- So-so! tse just like that, yak I thought! - Nastenka shouted, and she felt joy in her eyes. - O! you allowed my mind, God himself sent you to me! Dyakuyu, dyakuyu you! - For scho? for those who have sent me? - when I said, marvel at the seizure on the radio personally. - So, I want to do it. - Oh, Nastenka! Aje dyakuєmo zh mi іnshikh people want for those who stink live together with us. I am unhappy with you for those who have done well for me, for those who will remember you for the whole period of my life! - Well, finish, finish! And now, the axis is right, hear, but: I’m bula umova, that as soon as I’ve come, that is the way to give the nobility about myself, so that I can ditch my leaf in one copy, from some of my knowledgable, kind and simple people, who have nothing to do with know; for if it is not possible to write before me the sheets, then on the sheets do not ask for everything, then on the same day, as soon as you arrive, if here it is about ten years, then you will be sent to study with him. I already know about his arrival; Already the third day there are no leaves, no leaves. It is not possible to take me from the babus. Give the sheet to me tomorrow and we will be kind to the people, about which I have shown you: send the stench already; and if you see it, then you yourself will bring it in the evening about ten years. - Ale leaf, leaf! Also, you need to write a sheet of writing! So it’s all going to happen tomorrow. - Leaf ... - Nastenka said, hesitating a bit, - leaf ... Ale ... Alevona did not finish. Vaughn brought in a handful of my own personal, pochvonila, like a trojand, and I saw a list in my manual, which had been written for a long time, had been prepared and sealed. Yakis znayome, dear, graceful spogad blinded in my head! - R, o - Ro, s, i - si, n, a - na, - after I. - Rosina! - I was asleep with insults, I, a little not covered in the way of capture, won, were heartbroken, as only could be ruffled, and if they were quick, like, like perlinks, trembled "as well as black ones. - Well, finish, finish! Goodbye now! - said a skoromovkoy won. - axis to you a leaf, axis і addresses, kudi know yogo. Farewell! good bye! till tomorrow! Vaughn grasped my offended hands, nodded her head and minced, like a shooter, into her own lane. I once stood on the mission, escorting the ochima. "See you tomorrow! See you tomorrow!"

not the third

This is a new day of summaries, boarding, without education, as if my old age may be. It is less to remove such wondrous thoughts, such dark perceptions, such as it is not clear for me to eat in my head, - but it’s not strong either, not because of the virility. Do not allow me to do everything! We will not be overwhelmed by this year. Suddenly, if we were saying goodbye, the gloom began to cover the sky and the fog came. I said that tomorrow will be a rotting day; she didn’t see it, she didn’t want to say anything against herself; For her, the day is bright and clear, and the good luck will NOT cover the day. - If there will be boards, we will not get lost! - said won. -- I am not coming. I thought that I hadn’t made a note of this year’s board, and I didn’t come that hour. Our third beat was just right now, our third beat was not ... Protest, as a joy and happiness to curse the beautiful people! how to boil your heart with love! To build up, you want to power all your heart in your heart, you want it, everything is fun, everything is confused. I like infectious joy! There were just a few words in the words of youthfulness, a style of kindness for me in my heart ... Yak she looked after me, she cuddled to me, like a childbearing and unworthy - my heart! Oh, the little flirtatiousness comes from Happiness! And I ... I took everything at its face value; I’m thinking, come on ... Ale, my God, how can I think? as if I was such a slap, if everything is already taken by him, everything is not mine; If, nareshti, find the very need for it, for the turbot, for love ... yes, love for me, - no one, as the joy about the shyness of the bastard with the other, bazhania to impose and me your happiness? .. If they didn’t come, if they checked for a long time, they frowned, they didn’t know and were angry. All the hands, the effortless ones, have already become not so light, grailiv and cheerful. I, wondrous rich, - won’t let my respect go to me, as I instinctively bore me the power of those whom she herself asked for, for which she was afraid, as if I didn’t get sick. My Nastenka was so fidgety, so flickering, so, to be built up, zazulya nareshty, so I love її, and looked at my love... So, if we are not happy, we are stronger than the seemingly unhappy ones; Feeling not to break, but to grow up ... I’ve come to her with a heart and a little daughters. I have not sensed that I will now see, without sensed, that everything will not be like that. Vona was happy, she checked out the messages. Bula vin himself. Guilty buv come, arrive at її poklik. Vona came earlier in less than a whole year. She regotala a lot, she smiled at my skin word. I started talking to the deputy. - Do you know why I am so glad? - said won, - so glad to marvel at you? love you so much? - Well? - having fed me, and my heart began to dull. - I love you to that, so you didn’t get stuck in me. And even the axis is in your mind, becoming bi turbuvati, bailing, roaring, rozbolіvsya, and look such a mile! Here she squeezed my hand so tightly that I didn't scream a little. Vona laughed. - God! what kind of wee one! - pocketed out through the hilina vigorously. - So God sent me! Well, why would I have booted, what if I didn't bother you? Yaky ve bezkorislivy! Yak, do you love me! If I go out, we will be even more friendly, more less like brothers. I will love you like that, yak yogo ... However, it is similar to the laughter in my soul. - You are in a fit, - I said, - you are afraid; you think you won’t come. - God is with you! - said won, - if I were less happy, I would, to be built, cry from your nevir'ya, from your cast. In the meantime, they pointed me to a thought and asked me a thought; ale I think about it, but now I know you, you tell the truth! So! I do not seem to be myself; I seem to be all clean and see everything I see easily. So povnoti, it’s overkill about feeling! .. At the end of the hour, the crocs appeared, and in the temrya there was a transitional one, who was right before us. We got offended; won’t scream a little. I put my hand down and make a gesture, not wanting to go. Ale mi have had mercy: tse buv not win. - What are you afraid of? Have you thrown my hand? - said Vaughn, giving me a new knowledge. - Well, right? we do it all at once. I want you to be bachiv, like I love one one. - Yak mi love one one! - I shouted. "About Nastenka, Nastenka!" inakshiy Holone is in the heart and is important for the soul. Your hand is cold, mine is hot and like a fire. Yaka slapa ty, Nastenka! .. O! how unbearable happy Lyudin in іnshu khvilina! Ale, I don’t think I’m angry at you! .. "My heart has been reopened. - Listen, Nastenka!" Perche, Nastenka, if I visit all your comics, after giving a sheet, good people Then ... then I came home and lig spati. - Tilki? - interrupted Vaughn laughing. - So, maybe just something, - I said to my heart, that in my eyes there is already a scum of bad sleep. - I threw myself a year before our poachennya, but I didn’t sleep. I don’t know what it was about me. I’m, I’m sure you will be happy with everything, as if not an hour for me to be missed, as not at all one saw, at the same time it seemed guilty that I was lost for an hour in my life, as not one sickness was to blame for the triviality of the whole life. .. If I threw myself, I was well, what a musical motive, which has been known for a long time; I was well, so all life was asking for my soul, and only now ... - Oh, my God, my God! - Nastenka interrupted, - how is everything so? I am not mindful of words. - Oh, Nastenka! I wanted to convey to you a wondrous enmity ... - I felt a pitiful voice, in which hope was hoping, I want to go further away. - Stop it, stop it, stop it! - spoke out, and in one mint of won she guessed, shahrayka! The rapt was won by an innocently balakucha, cheerful, grailiva. Vona took my hand, laughed, wanting, I might be laughing, and the word could be seen in them with such a quick, such a laugh ... “Listen,” she said, “just cover up for me, so you don’t get stuck in me. Pick up the song of the people! Ale, nevertheless, you are not a good man, you cannot but praise me for those, that I am so simple. I tell you everything, I show everything, as if the foolishness would be washed away in my head. - Hear! Tse eleven years old? - I said, if the peaceful sound of the ringing ringing from the distance of the message. Vona raptom zupinilasya, stopped confusion and felt rakhuvati. “So, eleven,” she said in a timid, non-joking voice. I rozkayavsya secretly, nalyakav її, zmusiv rahuvati years, і cursing myself for the attack of malice. It became for me for nothing, and I didn’t know how to hide my sin. I have come to see you, vishukuvati, cause you to see it, bring it about, prove it. No one can be more easily foolish, as in a chillin, that every one in a chilin, as if it were radially lousy, I wouldn’t like it, radium-radium, if I would like it to be true. - That mind is on the right, - as soon as I, more and more hotter and dear to the unprecedented clarity of my proofs, - that I didn't want to come; they fooled me and got it, Nastenka, so I lost it for an hour. .. Just think: win ice mіg otrimati sheet; okay, you can't come, you can’t come, you can’t see it, so the list will come no earlier than tomorrow. Tomorrow I will follow him and I will give him to the nobility. Allow, nareshty, a thousand ymovirnosti: well, it wasn’t at home, if the leaf came, and maybe it’s, you don’t read it? Aje can eat everything. -- So-so! - Nastenka said, - I didn't think; zychayno, everything you can eat, - prodovzhuvala out in the very receptive voice, ale in yaku, like prikriy dissonance, chylasya yakas іnsha, vіddalena dumka. - Axis rіch, yaku zrobit, - prodovzhuvala won, - see yakomog earlier i go tomorrow, if you reject it, it’s safe to give me the nobility. Do you know, de I live? - I went to repeat my address. Then the rapt became so undesirable, so afraid of me ... Vaughn, welcoming herself, heard respectfully, that I am the Kazav; Ale if I turned to her for the food, out (she whispered, fluttered and went out of my head. I looked into my eyes - so і: I’m crying. - Well, who can, why can I? Yake, a child! I didn’t see it. Do you know what came into my head now? I made both of you. Now, I’m not wrong? Vaughn, waking up, checked, well I said well, I’m not. ”“ Surely, I don’t call this madness, I don’t know him. Surely, I know that it’s worth it to be amazed like that, it’s more in the heart of it, not in my mind, in my life ... I remember, as I wondered at me that mislit, came to the new school; All the same, I’m bothering about it, but what’s it? - Hi, Nastenka, ni, - I said, - it means that you love the best in the world, and you love yourself more. - So, mіzh іnshim, so tse so, - said Nastenka naivna, - do you know what has come to my head now? Only now I'm not going to talk about anything, but so, zagalі; I've already thought of everything for a long time. Listen, now everything is not so, like two brothers with brothers? Now Samy nykrashcha lyudina Do you ever want to conceal from one another and move from one another? Directly, at once, do not say it on the heart, if you know, will you say it on the wind? And then everyone will be so amazed, as they are not guilty, not guilty for good, because they are not afraid to form their own sentiment, if they come sooner or later ... - Ah, Nastenka! tell the truth; But I shouldn't be able to find out about many reasons, - having interrupted me, I myself, if ever, feel bad about myself. - Hi ni! - I asked you a lot. - The vi axis, for example, is not like that, yak іnshi! I really don’t know, as if I’m interested in you, I can see it; ale me to be built, vi axis, for example ... I would like to be now ... me to be created, you will sacrifice for me, ”she added fearfully, glancing at me with a blink. - Vie me vibachte, as I think to you: I’m a simple girl; I didn’t use the lights a lot, really, I don’t speak at all, ”I added in a three-tone voice that seemed to me with a bit of a sense of feeling, I see ... Oh, God bless you! The axis of those who have told me about your landlord is absolutely untrue, I want to say, I call you not to be ashamed. Vi oduzhuє, vi, right, call me іnsha lyudin, I just described it to ourselves. If you fall in love, then God bless you with her! And I don’t want anything, so I’ll be happy with you. I know, I am a woman myself, and I am guilty of my virity, as I think to you ... Vaughn departed and squeezed my hand mintly. I can’t say anything at all. Passed a sprinkle of hilin. - So, it’s obvious that we don’t come this year! - said Vona nareshty, having lifted her head. - Nice! .. - I will come tomorrow, - I said in my own confusion and in a firm voice. - So, - added Vaughn, amused, - I myself now bach, I will come only tomorrow. Well, goodbye! till tomorrow! As soon as there are days, I probably won't come. Ale the next day I will come, I will definitely come, but I didn’t have a problem; be different here; I want you bachiti, I will tell you everything. And then, since we were saying goodbye, she gave me her hand and said, looking clearly at me: - Now, now, why don't you go wrong? O! Naostanok, Nastenka! I knew how I am now! If nine years have struck, I couldn’t go to the room, dressing myself up and wondering at a bad hour. I'll be there, sitting on our bench. I got pissed in those provinces, ale of me became disgusting, and I returned, without looking at them, not having gone two crocs to the booth. I came dodomu in such a ace, in a yak nikoli I didn’t buy. Yake sire, it's a tedious hour! If the weather would be bad, I'd walk there all the night ... Ale, see you tomorrow, see you tomorrow! Tomorrow I’ll get everything. However, the leaves were not bulky. Ale, vіm, so and guilty bootie. Stink at once ...

no quarter

God, yak, everything's gone! Chim all tse skіnchilosya! I have come about nine years. There’s a bully over there. I am still nearby, remembering її; there stood, like that, for the first time, stepping on the railing of the embankment, and not a chula, like I went to her. - Stop it! - humming I її, through the force of driving my hvilyuvannya. Vona shvidko turned around to me. - Well! - said won, - well! soon! I marveled at her in wonder. - Well, what about the sheet? Did you bring the leaf? - repeated the vaughn, clutching her hand over the railing. - Hi, I have dumb leaves, - I said nareshti, - hiba vіn shche not buv? Vona was terribly wretched and for a long hour marveled at me unruly. I will smash the hope. - Well, God bless him! - promovovali won nareshty in a three-tone voice, - God bless him, - as soon as it’s like me. Vona lowered her eyes, though she wanted to look at me, but she could not. Still a sprinkle of hilin was overpowering its hvilyuvannya, ale rapt at the gate, stepping onto the balustrade of the embankment, and was filled with tears. - Too much, ooze! - having spoken bulo I, ale at my strength didn’t whistle prodovzhuvati, wonder what if I’d become talking? “Don't be quiet for me,” she said, crying, “don’t think about anything, don’t seem like I’m coming, but I’m not throwing me so harshly, so unhumanly, as I’m not angry.” For scho, for scho? What is it, there was nothing in my leaves, in all of my unhappy leaves? .. Then the Ridannya was pinched on her voice; my heart was rasping, marvel at her. - Oh, yak tse is not like a human being, horrible! - I didn’t know. - First row, row row! I would like to tell you that I don’t need you, but I don’t need you; and then a row in a whole three days! Yak it is easy for you to form, to form, to be, bezahisnu child, like tim and vinna, how to love him! Oh, I took a bit of a test in three days! Oh my god! Oh my god! I’ll guess if I came to him for the first time on my own, I belittled myself in front of him, cried, I’m immobilizing him with love ... I’m writing! .. Listen, - said Vaughn, beastly to me, and the black eyes began to glimpse, - so it’s not so! Tse can't be like that; not natural! Abo vi, or I didn’t do it; can you be, not having cut off the leaves? Maybe bootie, don't you know anything about it? As it is possible, to judge for yourself, to tell me, please God, to explain me, - I cannot see it, - as it is possible to inject so barbarously, as if it was in me! Not one word! Ale to the rest of the people in the lights are pitiful. Maybe bootie, maybe bootie, maybe bootie, did you tell you about me? - shouted Vaughn, turning up to me with food. - Yak, yak vi think? - Hey, Nastenka, I'll go tomorrow to see your name. - Well! - I will feed yo about everything, tell yo everything. -- Oh well! - Write a sheet. Don't seem dumb, Nastenka, don't seem dumb! I want to bite your grapes, I know everything, and how ... - Hi, my friend, dumb, - interrupted the won. - To finish! More words, not one word from me, not a row - to finish! I don’t know him, I don’t like him anymore, I’m for ... for ... I will ... Vona did not finish. - Take it easy, take it easy! Sit here, Nastenka, ”I said, and sat down on the bench. - So I'm spokiyna. Povnoti! Tse so! Tse slyozi, tse dry! Do you think I will ruin myself, why am I drowning? .. The heart is mo buu; I wanted to start talking, but I didn’t think. - Hear! - went on, taking me by the hand, - say: Would they have done it wrong? if they didn’t throw them, as if I’d come before you, if they didn’t throw them in the eyes of a messless glamor over a weak, evil heart? Were you safe? You would have noticed that she was alone, she didn’t dare to beat after her, she didn’t dare to save her love for you, she’s not guilty, it’s not guilty, not guilty ... .. Oh, my God, my God! .. - Nastenka! - I shouted nareshty, not being able to podolati my hvilyuvannya, - Nastenka! you torment me! Vie my heart, vie me, Nastenka! I can’t move! I am guilty of nareshty talk, visloviti, but I have got scum here, in my heart ... Speaking of it, I went out of the blue. Vona took my hand and marveled at me. - What about you? - prompted won nareshty. - Hear! - I said rishuche. - Hear me, Nastenka! I’m going to talk now, everything’s foolish, everything’s unbuttoned, everything’s blind! I know that it’s impossible to get stale, or else I can’t move. Instead of the one who you are now suffering, I pray you in advance, try me! .. - Well, what, what? -She spoke, having stopped the posters and saw how wondering at me, that wondrous glimpse shone in the glasses, - what are you with? - Not really, I love you, Nastenka! axis scho! Well, now everything is said! - I said, waving my hand. - Now wow, why can you talk like that with me, as if they said at once, why can you, nareshti, hear those who I will tell you ... - Well, well, well? - Nastenka interrupted, - so what? Well, I have known for a long time that you love me, and all I did is that you didn’t, but that you didn’t love me like that. .. Oh, my God, my God! “It’s just a little spatka, Nastenka, but now, now. .. I am exactly the same, yak vi, if you have come to the new one with your university. Girshe, niz yak vi, Nastenka, that is why you don't love anyone, but you love. - Well, you tell me! I, nareshti, call you not mind. Hey, hey, now, it’s not awesome, but who’s it? I say ugly! Ale vi ... І Nastenka has gone mad. The cheeks fell asleep; Vaughn lowered her eyes. - Well robiti, Nastenka, why should I be robiti? I am guilty, I have lived with evil ... Ale, ni, ni, I am not guilty, Nastenka; I feel, I see, it seems to my heart that I’m right, that I can’t imagine you, I can’t imagine you! I will buy one of yours; well, the axis I and now is one; I didn’t come across anything. Axle at me Now let’s flow, Nastenka. Let it flow, let it flow - no one can smell the stench. The stench hangs, Nastenka ... - So sit down, sit down, - said there, sitting down on the bench. - oh, my God! - Hi! The rest of the way, I will not sit, I can’t be here anymore, and you can’t be there anymore; I will say everything and go. I just want to tell you that I don’t know if I love you. I would have boasted my mistress. I would not have become tormenting you now, in a chilinu, my hisism. Ні! But I couldn’t tolerate it now; you started talking about tse, wi winn, wi wins, and I am not guilty. You cannot drive me away from you ... - That ni, ni, I do not see you, dumb! - said Nastenka, prikhovoyuchi, as if only she could, her own wife, my darling. - Don't drive me out? dumb! and I myself wanted to see you. I’m going, only I’ll tell you everything from a chat, to that one, if they said here, I didn’t ever come, if they were crying here, if they were tormented by that, well, that (I’m already at the same time, Nastenka), that I see you, to the one who saw your love, I saw, I felt, that in my heart the style of love for you, Nastenka, the style of love! .. I felt so hot, I can’t help you with my love ... I’m heartbroken, I, I don’t want to talk, I’m guilty of talking, Nastenka, I’m guilty of talking! .. - So-so! See me, say so with me! - said Nastusya with a loose roach. - You, maybe bootie, marvelous, I think so with you, ale ... say! I'll tell you a letter! I'll tell you everything! - You Skoda me, Nastenka; you just Skoda me, dear my! It’s gone, it’s gone! already it is said, you will not turn that! Chi is wrong? Well, now you know everything. Well, the axis is the point of direction. Well, good! now everything is fine; just listen. If we were sitting and crying, I was thinking to myself (oh, let me tell you, I’m thinking!), I’m thinking, well (well, it’s alarmingly, who can’t be, Nastenka), I’m thinking, well, I’m Thinking that you are not there ... well, it’s an absolutely outsider as a rank, it’s no longer befitting of him. Todi, - I’m already thinking about it for the third day, Nastenka, - if I’ve broken it like that, I’d never lost it like that, I won’t love it: I’ve said it, and it’s said, Nastya, it’s like it’s. we loved them. Well, are you far away? Well, the axis is smaller and everything I want to say; zalishaєatsya only say, what a b that bulo, if b I love you, only tse, more than nothing! Listen well, my friend, - to that and all the same, my friend, - I, slyly, a person is simple, single, so insignificant, only in the wrong place (I'm not talking about those things, it’s all the money, Nastenka), but only if I loved you so much, loving you so much, if I loved you and loved the one I don’t know, then all the same they wouldn’t remember it, because my love is important to you. We were just chuli, we were only witnessing skin sickness, when we beat you up, my heart was hot, my heart was hotter, my heart was hotter, like for you ... Oh, Nastenka, Nastenka! well you zi with me! .. - Don't cry, I don't want to, you cried, - said Nastusya, quickly getting up from the lav, - walk, get up, walk with me, don't cry, don't cry, - said Vaughn; , - well, it's moving now; I’ll tell you, maybe, I’ll tell you something ... So, even if now I have forgotten me, if I have forgotten me, I want to love him (I don’t want to deceive you) ... Hey, listen, see me. If I, for example, would love you, if only I would only ... Oh, my friend, my friend! how I think, how I think, how I imitated you, how I laughed at your love, if I praised you for those who did not stumble! .. Oh my God! that yak I didn’t pass, I didn’t pass it, yak I’m so bad, ale ... well, well, I’m daring, I’ll tell you everything ... - Listen, Nastenka, do you know what? I'm going to see you, axis scho! I'm just tormenting you. You now have an axle for those who have been cheating, but I don’t want to, So, I don’t want to, shhob vi, crim your grief ... I, slyly, vinien, Nastenka, hello goodbye! - Stayte, listen to me: can you check? - Chekati what, yak? - I'm yogo kohayu; if you pass through, it is worthwhile to pass through; I can smell it. .. Who knows, maybe it’s okay, I hate it, I hate it, I won’t laugh at me, because you cried here at once with me, that you didn’t see me, like it’s that you love me, but not loving me, so I love you, nareshty, myself. .. yes I love! I love, like you love me; I also told you so much, you know, - I love the one who is more beautiful than the one, the one who is noble than that, the one who is noble ... , laid her head on my shoulder, quietly on my chest and cried violently. I got in, after talking, I couldn't help it; she kept pinching my hand and said between the girls: “Check, check, I'll stop at once! “Nareshty won’t stopped, wiped off my sleep, and I knew it. I just wanted to talk, Ale Vona asked all the time for me to take a picture. We locked up ... Nareshty wondered in spirit and started to speak ... - Axis, - she smelled in a weak and three-tone voice, even in what kind of rapt it rang like that, even though it was embedded right in my heart and liquorice jammed in another, - not think, I’m so unprincipled and light-hearted, don’t think that I can so easily and soon forget and change ... I loved it for a long time and I swear to God, that it’s not okay, I don’t think I’m nervous. Vin zehtuvav tse; he mocked me - God is with him! Ale vin has impressed me and formed my heart. I - I do not love him, for that I can only love those who are generous, who are mindful to me, who are noble; To that, I myself am so, and I am not a goddamn man - well, God bless him! Vin is more beautiful than I am, if I could have mercy on my dear ones and knew, who is so ... Well, years! Ale of the nobility, my dear friend, - prodovzhuvala, clutching my hand, - for the nobility, maybe it’s, and all my love was a deception, if you see, maybe it’s, I thought it’s a bit of a deception. babusi? Perhaps, I am guilty of loving someone, and not someone else, not someone like that, someone else, who has blown me up, і, і ... Well, it’s unnecessary, unnecessary, ”Nastenka interrupted, crouching because of the adage,“ I just wanted you. .. I wanted to tell you, well, well, I love yogo (dumb, I loved yogo), I don’t care about those who you say ... I’m sure you see, that your love is so great, you can nareshty vitisnite from my heart ... if you want to look at me, if you don't want to leave me alone in my share, without divorce, without hope, if you want to love me, if you want to love me now, I swear. .. well my love will be nareshti good for your love ... Would you take my hand now? - Naostanok, - I shouted, zakhayuchis in іdan, - Nastenka! .. Oh Nastenka! .. - Well, to finish, to finish! well, now it's quite enough! - Vaughn spoke, the ice overpowered itself, - well, now everything has been said; why isn't it? So? Well, I am happy, I am happy; no words about tse more; check out; have mercy on me ... To talk about something else, please God! .. - So, Nastenka, so! to finish about tse, now I'm happy, I ... Well, Nastenka, well, let's talk about inshe, sooner, sooner; Yes! I’m ready ... I didn’t know what to say, we laughed, we cried, we spoke a thousand words without a sound and thoughts; we either walked along the sidewalk, then turned back in a rapt, and started to cross the street; then we stopped and went to the embankment again; mi bouly yak children ... - I now live alone, Nastenka, - I spoke, - and tomorrow ... Well, slyly, I, you know, Nastenka, the one, I have less than a thousand two hundred, ale tse nothing. .. - Zrozumilo, dumb, but babusi has a pension; so there won't be spread rot on us. It is necessary to take the grandmother. - Svychayno, it is necessary to take the grandmother ... Tilki the axis of Motron ... - Oh, we have that tezh Tekle! - Motron is kind, only one short-lived: at niy do not show, Nastenka, absolutely do not show; ale tse nothing! .. - All one; the stench of offense can be done at once; just wait until tomorrow. - Yak tse? up to you! Good, I'm ready ... - So, you can hire from us. We have there, mountains, mezzanines; wine empty; sacking bull, granny, noblewoman, won z'yhala. Granny, I know, you want to let the young people go; I say: "What are the young people now?" And it’s like: “That’s so, I’m already old, but don’t think about it, Nastenka, I want to marry you for a new one.” I thought it was good for that ... - Ah, Nastenka! .. I laughed at the insults. - Well, more, more. Do you live? I zabula. - There , at the --sky bridge, in the Barannikov booth. - Tse takiy great budinok? - So, such a great booth. - Ah, I know, a good booth; tilki vi, you know, throw it and wait to see us soon ... - Tomorrow , Naostanok, tomorrow; I’m guilty of a penny for the apartment, that’s the price of nothing ... I’ll pay off soon ... - And you know, I, maybe, will give lessons; I’ll start by myself and I’ll give lessons ... - Well, the axis is wonderful ... and I’ll reject the city soon, Nastenka ... - So the axis you will be tomorrow, and you will be my bag ... I will give it to you soon. - So, let's go, - said Nastenka, muttering, - dumb, we will not be more beautiful to hear not "Cyrulnik", but rather, something else ... It’s awesome, it’s going to be more beautiful, otherwise I don’t think ... Speaking of it, we didn’t go offensively into the fog, in the fog, they didn’t know how to be afraid of us. Those zupinyalisya and once again rattled on one mіsci, then they started walking and went in bosna-kudi, and again smirk, again slyozi ... Then Nastenka wants to do it again, I don’t dare to do it, I want to spend it all the way to the budinka; we are on the road and rapt in a quarter of a year we know ourselves on the embankment near our shop. Then you won’t get it, and I’ll know how to listen to it; I'm shy, getting cold ... Ale, right there you emboss my hand and walk more heavily less than knowing, bazykati, say ... - It's time now, it's time for me to go home; I think it’s pretty good, - said Nareshty Nastya, - we’re so flabby! - So, Nastenka, only now I will not fall asleep; I don’t go home. - I can, for a while, will not fall asleep; just spend me ... - Not the same! - Alas, now it is not the same to go to the apartment. - Not the same, not the same ... - Chesne the word? .. well, please, if you need to turn around to the house! - Chesne word, - I answered slowly ... - Well, it’s good! - Hodimo. - Marvel at the sky, Nastenka, marvel! Tomorrow will be a miraculous day; yake no sky, Yaka misyats! Surprise: the axis of the tse zhovt of the gloom has now obscured, wonder, wonder! .. Ні, it was okay. Wonder, wonder! .. Ale Nastenka was not amazed at the gloom, there was a flywheel. the yak is buried; through the chill, it became as if it was scary, tightly cuddled up to me. The hand began to clatter in my hand; I marveled at her ... Vona stole a little less. In tsyu khvili, a young cholovik has passed us. Win raptom zupinivsya, sawingly marveled at us and then again zrobiv kіlkіv kіlkіv. The heart in me began to tremble ... - Naostanok, - I said quietly, - who is it, Nastenka? - Tse vіn! - I heard some posheps, closer, more tremblingly clung to me ... I ice standing on my feet. - Stop it! Nastenka! chain! - you will feel a voice behind us, and in the same chill a young man has broken a spike of crocs before us. God, what a cry! yak vaughn zashnulsya! how she was wirking from my hands and purnating to a new nyustrich! .. I stood and marveled at them as they were killed. Ale vona gave her hand, the ice rushed in yogo in volume, as it turned around to me with a rapt, it was guided by me, as it was, as it was blinking, and if I didn’t wake up, I got rid of it, knocked my shia off with my hands, and beat me ... Then, without saying any of my words, she rushed to the knowledge again, took him by the hands and urged him to follow her. I stood and marveled at my service ... Nareshty insult stinks in my eyes.

Ranok

My nights were gone. Buv's day is not a good one. Ishov boards і dejectedly knocking on my slope; it was dark in the room, gloomy in the yard. My head was hurting and spinning; the feverish woman crept behind my dicks. - The sheet is up to you, father, according to the miscellaneous items, send the princes, - Motrona said over me. - Leaf! whom? - I shouted, skipping out of the style. “But I don’t see, father, I wondered, maybe it’s written from whom.” I tamper with the seal. Tse vіd neї! “Oh, vibachte, vibachte me!” Nastenka wrote to me, “I bless you, vibachte me! I fooled you and myself. Don’t blame me, for that I didn’t shy away from you; I said that I will love you, I love you now, I love you no more. bouli vin! " - flew through my head. I guess your words, Nastenka! "God bash, what if I now hurt you! I know how important it is for you. I have shaped you, ale you know - if you love, you will remember the image. And you love me! Dyakuyu! So! Dyakuyu you for tsyu love.that it was imprinted in my memory, like a luscious dream, like a long memory of awakening, for I will forever remember that, if you so brotherly saw me in your heart and so generously received me as a gift my, drive in, bite yo take care, whip, vilikuvati yogo ... If you vibrate me, then the memory of you will be brought to me by all those who are very sensitive to you, as not to look at my soul ... I will take I’ll remember, I’ll be true, but I don’t snort, I don’t mind my heart: it’s overwhelmed for a long time. you will always be my friend, my brother ... if you kick me, give me your hand, yes? how and earlier? Oh, love me, don’t let me down, for that I love you so much in the chilin, for that I am a god of your love, for that I deserve it ... my friend! I vikhozhu offensive for a new one. Win turning around, not forgetting about me ... Do not be angry about those I wrote about him. Ale, I want to come before you at once with him; wi yogo love, chi not so? .. Try, remember and love your I'm going to step. " I have reread the whole sheet; Slyozi asked for my eyes. Nareshty snapped at me from my hands, and I closed my face. - Iris! and pivniki! Motrya said. - Well, old? - And I have known pavutina all this time; now I want to get married, call the guests, so at that time ... I marveled at Motrona ... Tse bula shche badior, young old, ale, I don’t know why, she seemed like a rapist to me from a vimerly glance, with little eyes on her faces, hunched, old-fashioned ... The walls and the podlog were obliterated, everything was darkened; pavutini growing even more. I don’t know why, if I glanced at the window, I stood up, I’m the little house, I’m standing right, maybe getting old and dark in my own room, but the plaster on the columns peeled off and shriveled, and the cornices were blackened and cracked. yaskravy koloru have become ripples ... For the sound of the song, wiggling like a rape because of the gloom, knowingly caught up from the wood of the gloom, and everything darkened in my eyes; for, maybe, in front of me I blinked so unintelligently and summarily the whole prospect of my maybut, and I beat myself like this, as I am now, even in fifteen years, we will grow old, in the same room, so selfless, from this yak anіtrohi not becoming wiser for all tsі fate. Ale, I remember my lies, Nastenka! Well, I caught up with a dark gloom on your clearer, carefree happiness, but I, gruffly reproaching, overtaking a tightness on your heart, hitting him with a secret doctor and sniffing him longingly in a blissful state ti weaved the coachman into her black ones, if she went with him to the victor ... Oh, nikoli, nikoli! So your sky will be clear, that will be light and your sweet smile will not be turbulent, but you will be blessed for the bliss and happiness, as you gave it to your own, self-conscious, dear heart! Oh my god! The whole hell of bliss! That hіba tsyogo little wants bi th for all the life of a man? ..

admiration "Bily nights" written by Fyodor Dostovsky in 1848 rock and not bar was published in the journal "Vitchiznyani zapiski".

Name it, the writer gave his creations two headings. The word "bili nights" vkazu mіsce dії- Petersburg, as well as symbolizing the fantastic, unreality of podіy, how to see. The first subtitle "Sentimental Novel" is both a traditional genre and a plot. Another subtitle "Zi spogadiv mriynik" for the readers, as the viclade comes from the first individual. Is it possible in the whole food to replenish the mirinik?

... Іl buv vіn opening in order to
But I want to hit it.
At your heart? ..

There is one inaccuracy here: the originals sound solid, not food. Navmisno chi having pardoned Dostoevsky? Without sumnіvu. The new interpretation of the epigraph has a conversation with the final report and the tone plot line, Zmushuyuchi reader think about the share of the protagonist. This kind of planning is characteristic of all the creativity of Dostoevsky.

Vibrated razpovіd from the first individual, the writer pushed the creation of rice spovіdі, thought up autobiographical character. Aje not darma deyakі literaturoznavtsі in images of the main character know the young Dostoevsky. Інші vvazhayut, as the prototype of the mriynik - sings A. N. Pleshchev, with the yakim of Fyodor Mikhailovich, mіtsna friendship wаs.

Characteristically, the head hero is not a man. Such a priyom pidsilyuє yogo association with the author or a close friend of the writer. The image of the mriynik all life hvilyuvalo Dostoevsky. Fedir Mikhailovich was planning to write a novel with such a name.

The main hero - the strength of a young ludin is highlighted, and he calls himself a fearful and self-conscious mire. Winning in the romantic world, which is gradually driven by action. Ask a friend who is not a clerk and a turbot, a visitor for a need, a friend and a seeker to himself as a stranger in the midst of the world.

The creators have a lot of lecture clues about the hero: to serve, as a kind of activity. More heat than the head character. Live without friends, nicholas do not play with children. These are the nuances of timidating the hero about the mockery and hostility of those who feel sick. The mirinik himself will be confused by the brute cossacks, who will marvel at everything in the image and wonder.

Worthy vvazhaє, that life is primarna, you know, in the light of reality: "Lyudin is not afraid of being human, but as wondrous as an average family"... At the same hour of the day, the creativity is of value: "Win the artist himself of his life and create his own life with the will of power".

Mriynik - free type "Zayvyi people"... Ale of this criticism is brutalized in the middle of itself; The hero sees the sympathy for the unknown people and the houses. Mriynik-altruist who is ready to come to the rescue, to serve the people.

Skillness is forgiven to the sweet and unwitting, the bully is lured by the bagaty to the accomplices of the young Dostoevsky. The suspicions were clearly hovering in the minds of the enchantment, the wickedness of the Decembrists, and by the end of the 60s, the future was not yet ripe. The Dostovskiy zmіg itself is brought up from the empty worlds to the corny of ideals democracy... But the hero of "Bilikh Nights" is so and not full of mriy with liquorice, I want to understand the taste of his light.

The hero-mriynik is protested by the active girl Nastenka. The author has created the image of a vitonized and romantic beauty, "Sporidnenoi souls" hero, ala, at the same hour, childish and new. I wake up to the wickedness of the sentiments of Nastus, the bazhanya are fighting for their happiness. Wonderful bigti z kokhanim, vicoristovuvati in their goals vypadkogo known. At the same hour, the girl herself will need a little training.

composition prompted the povіstі "Bіlіnі" to finish traditionally. The text is stored in five razdiliv, chotiri of which names "Nights", But the rest - "Ranok"... Bіli romantic nights greatly changed the sight of the protagonist. Zustrich with Nastus and love to her, they hid them from the unforgiving worlds, reminded life with real feelings. The love of the mriinik to the girl is pure and unkind. He is ready to sacrifice for Nastus all and help him to master happiness, not to forget about those who have involved himself with the Kohan.

The remaining chapter of "Wounds" is a free epilogue, evoking drama and hope. The beautiful moments in the hero's life end with the desires of the gray board. Knows the wonder of beautiful big nights, the hero knows self. Ale in the heart of the dumb image and rozcharuvannya. Mriynik forgives Nastun and blesses Nastun.

Okremo Slid By Meaning the image of Petersburg... Misto borrowed in creation so richly misciya, so by right you can get involved with a special person... At the same time, the author does not describe the specific streets and provinces, but rather the masterly divine aura of the Pivnichnoy Palmyri.

"Bili Nights" is a beautiful utopia, a mriya about those who can be people, like the smell of garish and uncaring in their feelings. Tsey tvir of Dostoevsky is one of the most interesting in his creative decline. The fantasticness of the many nights creates a charming romantic atmosphere of the world.

Literary critics vvazayut "Bili Nights" Dostoevsky one of stealing creations "Sentimental naturalism". Zvorushlivaya history The worldly and Nastusi have not lost their meaning until now. Vona live on theatrical platforms and in the number of screenings, including foreign directors. The last TV version, de diya was postponed to our hour, shot in 2009 roci.

• "Bili Nights", a short zmist by chapters of Dostoevsky's life

F.M. Worthy writing of "Bili Nights" in the last month of autumn 1847 r not bar, already in 1848 rotsi, tvir vid the magazine "Vіtchiznyany zapiski".

Earlier than the writer, she was still interested in the theme of "Petersburg miriens", on this topic in 1847 she wrote a number of articles-feiletons, which were included in the great feilton "Peterburzka Litopis". Ale ci statti Adequate publication in the mayzhe anonymously, write the feiletoni with the letters "F.M." More critics have arisen that part of the material from the feileton has gone into the story of "Bilyni" - a description of the heroes, their characteristics.

The statement was assigned to A.N. Pleshchev, a friend of the youth of Dostoevsky, and deyaki of criticism, scho Pleshchev became the prototype of the protagonist. Deyaki, however, forget that the image of the protagonist is the same image of the youngest Dostoevsky, and the author did not inform about the first individual in a vague way, pulling on autobiography.

analysis of the creation

Genres of particularity, composition, zmist povisti

The letter-book of the supervisor has two headings: "Sentimental novel" and "Zi spogadіv mriynik". An offense under the heading to talk about the belonging of the poems to the singers to the genre and literary currents. The first one is straightforward, the other one is bit by bit, and we also expand it by the Wiklad method in sentimental literature. The scribe calls the story a novel, as well as sentimental glances. For quiet reasons, the protagonist of the story is not at all, the author is simply called “Mriynik”.

However, the genre "Bili Nights" - tse, madly, not sentimentalism in pure viglyadі, sooner, "sentimental naturalism", even andіnіtse, and the heroes of the whole real, moreover, very socially good people are still Ale in the story "Bili Nights" є along the way of utopianism, the heroes also appeared to be clean, above sterile, and honest in their feelings.

The bishop before becoming was served by virshi I. Turgenova "Kvitka", a lyrical hero who sees a letter, peacefully grows in a few trees, and pokes him to his buttonhole. Turgenєv mіrku: it is not for those who are sick enough to grow beautiful kits (read - people live), ale ludin takes care of them with his own hand, sees і prikusha at the bend (read - stop, there is a chance to love and increase, peace). Worthy kilka perenakshu tverzhennya Turgenova, timid food: « …Іl buv vіn opening in order to, by the way, I want to bite, in the presence of your heart? ". Tobto, Worthy to come to the time of day, just once to touch the love, to walk along the edge of the unfortunate happiness - all the life, which one way you can assign to yourself, like trying to rob Mryynik.

Compositionally, it is stored in 5 portions, 4 portions on dedicated nights in St. Petersburg, the rest is named "Ranok". Pobudova is symbolic: romantic nights are the stages of the last day of the protagonist in the head heroine, the stage of his development, and in the child's development, morally sophisticated, standing on the porosity of his own wound is enlightenment. In the knowledge of love, ale, in the wounds of his insight, in surrendering his love to others, in letting go of the world and, seeing as real as possible, in robbing the real children.

The wounds instantly and the growth of the nadiii marry, and shave the low of the beautiful scenes, it becomes the ear and the end of the hero's heart.

story plot

The plot of the story: a young Lyudin, from the name of which there is a dispute, having arrived to St. Petersburg for 8 years. Win pratsyu, and it's a great hour to look at the landscape and the world. One time I was taken to the embankment of the village, yaku transferred to the pianies. Dіvchina rozpovіdaє Mriynyky, so there’s a check on the embankment of his own kokhan, who was trying to come to her just for the reason, having marked the start of the day. Some days of the divine check yogo, ale not to come, and start trying to catch up. Mriynik merges with Nastusya, takes on the transfer of the leaves to the kokhanom, and he himself ends up in the village. Zakokhutsya and Nastenka, and the smell of navіyayutsya to become friends, as a rapt of colishnіy kokhaniy to appear to know Nastunya. It is now cold musty peterburzke wounds, Mriynik seeks outbreak and desolation.

The main heroes

The main hero of the story is Mriynik, who fell in love with the author of the image of a self-made people, growing up from the isolated kind of worldly world and living in a closed number of his worlds.

Mriynik is a 26-year-old resident of St. Petersburg. Wine of illumination, ale bidny, great perspectives, ale not maє zhittєvih bazhan. It is here to serve, or not to converge with colleagues and those who are desperate - for example, women. It’s not just a bit of a side of life, no penny, no child, a bit of mischief in the primary romantic world and in the period of contact with those who feel ill at the sight of foreigners. I will try to make myself with difficult coats that are not needed by anyone in the world and how I see the image and grow. However, the wine is not buv bi is unanswered, as it was demanded in new - even people are not opposed to it, who is ready to help someone else, who is ready to live.

Mriynik typical "little lyudin" (social camp, lack of gratitude, unruffiness, lack of awareness) and "loves a lyudin" (guilty of being such a witness, anger deprives itself of its insatiability).

The main heroine, the 17th-century devil Nastenka, protistlena Mriynyky, who is an active, dyyuchy character. Unimportant to the call of the day, the loudness and the openness and the youthfulness, you are stronger than Mriynik in the joke of happiness. The scribe is a richly victorious one with a change-overly flamboyant suffixes - “eyes,” “hands,” “lovely,” childishly childish and unpretentious image, grailfulness, imperceptibility, like a child. With little child's little chants, with a heart - a woman's help: it was easy to creep in for the help of an older man, but at the same time, clearly recognizing his sensitive and non-joking nature, for the time being, he didn’t think of his sentiments. At a critical moment, however, if there is a great deal of zeal, it’s thrown away, it’s lively, and it’s okay to think about it. At the moment the potential person appears, I am amazed at the feeling of Mriynik, yak for a friendly fate. Whіm, why do you want to call the girl in the ministry? With the glory of her own happiness, she was verily checking for a ric, and in that, since the ice did not spread to Mriyniki, the life of a self-directed tendential child in the great and beloved Petersburg is not easy and not unbeatable.

On the other hand, write Mriynyky leaf, in yaku dyaku for his fate in the її іstorії. Having cut off the leaves, Mryinik did not see any confusion - he was very happy with the divine and repeating the idea of ​​the bishop, as well as the bliss of bliss for Nastusya - those who should be cleaned up on all the lives of people.

Dostoevsky's fellows poured into the world of French utopian ideas, like all the stinks of a drown. The main theme of the utopias of the 1840s was the pragmatic feat, sacrifice, and love for the hatefulness of those people. Tsim ideas buv gliboko viddaniy and worthy, for that type of described love is ideal.

"Bili Nights": a short change from Dostoevsky's account

The hero of "Great Nights", from the name of which there is a dispute, is a young ludin, a fellow official, who has a fee of one thousand two rubles, which is not enough to allow them to be friends. The axis is such a common service of a ludin, in which there is no power in Petersburg, no sound, typical for Dostoevsky an intellectual. A worthy and lasting hour in the life of the civil service - if he worked as a chair in the St. Petersburg Engineering Team. For his life, Fedir Mikhailovich wrote about thirty artistic creations, in a third of them the official heroes of the vivedia - melodiously, to the one who has a type, the most vidomy writers.

Dostoevsky's "bureaucrats" are people of low status, their robots are not tedious and boring. Nichto not to love about them, the stench checks the end of a working day, schoolboys are dumb. At the same time, civil servants - just like the most worthy and his friends - are not allowed to feel poetical in their souls, the stench is found in the possession of beautiful and unimportant dreams, and they needed the soul of friends, who they could. Replying to the civilian official Makar Devushkin, the hero of the first creation Dostoevsky "Bidnі people", which is a world of poetry, the whole paradigm does not change. The hero of "Bilikh Nights" is also "mriynik", who hate the service - sleep and bach, like bi vtekti with her. For service, it’s possible to wander around in self-consciousness and without any visible trace in the city of St. Petersburg, over which there are two nights, - I’m sure to know a friend who’s been listening to his memorized thoughts. The booths come to life at all, see it quietly, see the wines at the friend’s stosunki, the hero chuє: “Hello; how is your health? and I, thank God, are healthy, and before me in the same month I will add another on top ”; "How is your health? And I will be in the camp tomorrow", etc. The axis of this "rozmovy" is a young ludin in her soul.

For a whole type of self-made mirinik, slipping through the place, today's readers - young Russian intellectuals - knew themselves, and they were porous in their spirits.

The first axis of one evening is a young lyudin, hungry for growth with a "friend", rapt vipadkovo know on a birch canal with Nastusey - a seventeen-year-old girl, pure and beautiful, which may be needed "friend".

At the same time, at the same evening, the stench is perceived for the next day, and for the next day. A young martyr, who did not inform a man before, as if he would listen to him, talk about his world, thoughts and feelings. At the same time, they are not completely razchinyayuchis in the whole monolith, having forgotten about everything in the light, sensitively visually viznannya.

I decided to start talking about myself. Vona is alive at once with his dumb grandmother. An hour ago, in a small booth, a young Baghkan was in the room, who tried to make friends with her. However, on the right, youmu brought the viihati to Moscow at the rik. Win was asked to call her at once when he turned. The first axis rik proyshov, їy it seems as if it’s a fault in Petersburg, ale it’s not to come to her house and don’t let the nobility about himself.

Mriynik, I would like to heartily zakokhayat in Nastunya, Nemov is the elder brother of his young sister, wait a while to deliver the leaf to Nastunya kokhanom. However, all of them are not the same. On the first quarter of the evening, Nastenka, who was very comfortable with him, proponated Mryiniki to settle in the old booth in the capacity of a new bag. Happiness Mriynik is dumb between. Ale in tsyu itself khvilina instructed to pass with them, dumb black tin, tsei young cholovik. First of all, Nastenka is not safe to throw herself at you.
At the very end of the announcement of Mriynik, who are overwhelmed in his room and overwhelmed in the most gloomy mood, I will reject the sent from Nastus, who calls Mriynik my friend and brother. Mriynik will pray for happiness and for the sake of happiness for her. "My God! The whole bliss of bliss! Who wants a little for all the life of a human?" - viguku vin.

"Bili Nights": an analysis of Dostoevsky's story

"Bili Nights" is a very high level of notification lyricism, as I would like to call it a miscellaneous version of "Evening on the farms of Bilya Dikanka". A whole stroll through St. Petersburg, a complete "insight into love," dominating the young Dostoevsky.

At "Bilikh Nights" I will have a dull taste; I wish it was a love story, there is a sense of passion and jealousy here. The price is dumb because it is hot and pure love and friendship is uncaring. If you wonder at the hard love emotions described in The Brothers Karamazov, then you will ask yourself to feed: and one person should be credited with the authorship of these two creatures?

Love, presented in "Bilikh Nights", is a very ideal love, about how the young Worthy and his fellows were dying - the bіdnі illusions of the yunaki. Zaradi kokhanoi women who are ready to be a boy on the little ones, who are ready to sacrifice to themselves and pray nearby for happiness - the axis of such love, as it was written off from novels for girls, I put it as an ideal of love. Radianskiy literaturoznavets Komarovych, responding to food, why Dostoevskiy did a good job in front of such a young ideal, analyzing the current background of that hour.

In the 40s rocks of the XIX century. Russian intelligent juveniles, including Dostoevsky himself, were flooded by French utopians, the core of those who were reckoned to become wonderful sacrifices, ready to see themselves in love with those people; the stench was respected, as a sacrifice to himself is a great manifestation of love. These ideas deeply sunk into the soul of Dostoevsky, the stench and the name of the type of love that was in power for that type of love, which has become faithful to me from youth and until the end of life (div.: V. L. Komarovich. "Youth of Dostoevsky").

Pislya of the Siberian misdirection Fyodir Mikhailovich writing "humiliated and obrazhennye". In a whole lot of creatures there is a writer, who, mindlessly, is a self-portrait. And here it is also worthy of giving the writers the role of sacrifice, how to report all the efforts for the purpose, that they were willing to love a woman himself, as a man himself, to be his supernatural. To the one who is guilty of sacrificing himself, the writer sees a special tamnu of malice. To go out when sacrificed to oneself є a proof of the purity of love.

At Sibiru Dostoevsky zakhohavsya in Marya Isaevu, yaka Bula is married. In the course of the year, the stinks became friends, and in the course of an hour they were developing within the framework of the designated love paradigms. Fedir Mikhailovich very earnestly looked at her at the reproach of the young teacher Mikoli Vergunov, as if he had looked after her.

At "Winter Notatki" about lіtnі feud»Worthy little bit boringly write about the psychological aspects of love and love, but no one has been offered a sacrifice є any other manifestation of love, but it is impossible to allow any of the smallest to show hisism.

Fiercely, scho, unaffected by a zhakhliv tenfold desire and two whores, Fedir Mikhailovich is all one who has lost his virginity to his youthful ideal of sacrificial love. The reason for such a become, for all its value, is that the soul of Dostoevsky loved the countrywoman, and that she was transferred to the sacrificial love. Yak viplivay from "Weak Heart", I winked in front of the ideal, I will be beautiful of love-friendship, I am not afraid of this goodness, I am suffering as I am "phobic" in my relationship to the realization of the world. If Mriynik is standing on the porosity of his happiness, є chorna tin, і Nastenka is overjoyed. Well, how is it that the implementation is not acute? Worthy wanting to be happy, ale not wanting, but it was too bad.

Worthy of not being a practical human being, like a good meta, and going through the flow of information and furnishings reworking itself anew. But, at the very ear, as the world of chi is an idea, it is necessary to bach light only through the prism of one's own world, because the idea is obtrusive.

Mriynik from "Bilikh Nights" to be smart in front of the wonderful friendship-cohannes, and to know a friend in the person of Nastus. And it’s not the same for me to sacrifice myself to myself, I won’t be alone. Win is a scolding of his declaration about friendship and cohannia, and you can't vibrate from the pasta.