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Lecture notes, cheat sheets
Brief summary of works of Russian literature of the 1803th century. Vladimir Fedorovich Odoevsky 1869-XNUMX
Directory / Lecture notes, cheat sheets Table of contents (expand) Vladimir Fedorovich Odoevsky 1803 - 1869 Princess Mimi. Tale (1834) All mysterious stories sometimes begin with a chance conversation, an unintentionally thrown word, a fleeting meeting. Where should such a meeting take place if not at a ball? Princess Mimi has long disliked Baroness Dauertal. The princess was already thirty. She still could not get married, but continued to attend balls. She perfectly learned to slander, raise suspicions, intrigue and, while remaining unnoticed, acquire a certain power over those around her. Baroness Dauertal, on the contrary, was married for the second time. Her first husband died, and her second, a hoarse old baron, aroused pity and suspicion in everyone that his wife was only hiding behind him. However, the baron himself unconditionally believed his wife and did not doubt her affection. And no matter how much the ladies in the world slandered Elise Dauerthal, they still could not figure out who she was having an affair with. And the light left her alone... But not the princess. Mimi thought that the baroness's first husband was an admirer of her, the princess, until his marriage. But then the homewrecker Eliza appeared and bewitched him. It was impossible to forgive this... So, one day, during a ball, after one of the dances, the princess briefly asked the baroness with whom exactly she was dancing. The Baroness replied that her partner had once served with her brother. The princess's question put her in a difficult position. Granitsky, the young man with whom she danced, was indeed a friend of her brother, or rather, her husband’s brother. And her brother now lived in her house. And Granitsky is with her brother. He didn’t know anyone in the city, he constantly traveled with the baroness. Looking at this stately young man with thick black sideburns, who so often accompanied the Baroness, it was easy to think that they were connected by some kind of feeling. In fact, Granitsky was long and hopelessly in love with Countess Lydia of Ripheus. He knew and fell in love with her as a girl, she reciprocated. But, as always happens, family calculations, material considerations intervened. Mother took Lydia to France and married her to the Count of Riphea. Having met again in St. Petersburg, the lovers remembered the past and decided to deceive the world. Now, during the ball, Lydia managed to warn Granitsky not to invite her to the dance more than once. That is why, when the baroness sought him out to introduce him to the dancer, Granitsky readily agreed. The baroness wanted to introduce him to Princess Mimi in order to relieve herself of her suspicion and earn gratitude. The calculation was not justified: the princess said she was unwell and rejected Granitsky's proposal. The embarrassed baroness had to leave. The princess really wanted to show that she did not want to dance only with Granitsky. Unfortunately, no one else invited her the whole evening. She returned home with plans for cruel revenge. Do not hasten to condemn the princess for them: it is better to condemn the depraved mores of society! The society that inspires the girl that her only goal is to get married, and if she cannot do it, despises her and mocks her. The next morning the princess woke up in a bad mood. At breakfast, she heard a lot of taunts from her mother, the old princess, who complained about the same thing, that her daughter did not get married, but continued to go to balls and that she, her mother, no longer had the strength to support Princess Mimi. And even before that, she almost quarreled with her younger sister Maria, who defended the Baroness. The quarrel promised to flare up in earnest, but guests and acquaintances began to arrive at the house. Little by little the conversation turned to the baroness and Granitsky. The guests agreed that the baron and the baroness looked strange together, and Eliza was behaving obscenely, dragging Granitsky around with her. Secular rumor has already tied together the names of Eliza and Granitsky, considering them lovers. Any action, any word only confirmed suspicions. One day, the princess and the baroness met at the house of their mutual friends. Granitsky was also there, having unsuccessfully searched for Countess Rifeyskaya all day. Soon Granitsky said that he had to go to the opera and disappeared. The princess immediately decided that it was she who had upset the baroness’s next meeting with her lover. But then a servant appeared and reported that the baroness’s carriage had arrived. Princess Mimi suspected something, but even she herself did not know what it was. She decided that she absolutely had to go with the baroness, and asked to go with her in the carriage under the pretext of a migraine. And now Mimi walks across the yard, in a cloak, blown from all sides by the wind, which blinds and blows out the lanterns. She is supported by two footmen, helping her up the carriage step. At this time, a man’s hand pokes out of the carriage to help her sit down. Mimi rushed back and screamed - almost with joy! She finally found a clue! She told her sister Maria in a loud whisper that Granitsky was waiting for the baroness in the carriage. The Baroness, who appeared after the princess, could not understand what had happened. At that moment the door opened and... the baron entered. Yes, it was he who was waiting for his wife in the carriage. The cry of Princess Mimi, whom he mistook for Eliza, forced him to get out of the carriage. If you think that everything has been cleared up and Eliza has been vindicated in the eyes of society, then you do not know him. There is nothing more pleasant for society than accusing some woman of cheating, believing yourself and pursuing her. Princess Mimi possessed some kind of magnetism - so those present did not believe their eyes. It was easier for them to think that this was a mirage, a devilish obsession, than that the princess was deceived by mistaking the old baron for Granitsky. Then a vague, essentially absurd idea was born that the baron was playing the role of godfather here. Gradually everyone became convinced of the truth of this assumption. So much so that the young baron, Eliza’s brother-in-law and the old baron’s brother, Granitsky’s friend, was already forced to listen to instructions from the Marquise de Crequy, his aunt. She found this acquaintance strange, reprehensible, and Granitsky himself, who had never served anywhere, suspicious. She resolutely made her nephew promise that for the sake of his brother he would kick Granitsky out of the house. She told him about the cunning intrigue started by Granitsky with the baroness. At the same time that the Marquise was scolding her nephew, Gabriel Granitsky met Lydia in a small room behind a shiny store. Lydia came here one last time to break the news: her husband had a second stroke, and the doctors declared him hopeless. The dawn of freedom was opening before the lovers, and the ghost of happiness seemed to be hovering over them. But the countess was tormented that for the sake of this happiness she must step over the death of her friend. And she vowed by every minute caring for her husband, by fulfilling her marital duty, to atone for her deception and future happiness... Returning home, the young Baron Dauerthal eagerly awaited Granitsky. He felt like he was in a dream and felt like he had to do something. He worried about his brother, whom he loved and respected, and felt his resentment as his own. Mixed with this was the desire to show off in front of his comrades, to show that he was no longer a child. He was accustomed to the fact that murder atones for all insults and all crimes. He didn’t think of asking a higher, true court of law, independent of human opinions. And how could he ask if his upbringing forgot to tell him about this trial, and life did not teach him to ask at all. Even the very language of the trial was incomprehensible to the baron... Is it any wonder that Granitsky’s appearance led to an immediate quarrel, the quarrel leading to an insult... And now recent friends are shooting each other... Granitsky is still trying to find out the reason for his comrade’s unexpected anger. The mistake became clear... But not one of them had the strength to refuse the duel. The opponents do not want each other to die, but are forced to pretend that they are fighting seriously... “We will try to scratch each other,” the duelists decided and went their separate ways. And indeed: Granitsky’s bullet scratched the baron’s hand, and Granitsky fell dead. Having learned about the duel, the highly moral ladies immediately understood everything. All doubts were rejected, the perpetrators were found. False accusations put the baroness to bed - she never rose again. The young baron and his two seconds were exiled for the duel. Countess Rifeyskaya remained a widow. So tell me after that, what vices persecute society, if both the guilty and the innocent perish from this. Why are there people whose whole calling, all their pleasure is to sow disaster, to arouse in high souls an aversion to humanity. The society learned about the death of Baroness Dauertal from a young man who, despite the presence of Princess Mimi, accused society ladies of this crime. Princess Mimi objected to the impudent one: "It is not people who kill, but lawless passions." Author of the retelling: V. N. Grekov Sylphide (From the notes of a prudent person). Tale (1836) My friend Platon Mikhailovich decided to move to the village. He settled in the house of his late uncle and at first he was completely blissful. The mere sight of his uncle's huge rustic armchairs, in which it is quite possible to drown, his spleen almost passed. Frankly, I marveled reading these confessions. To imagine Platon Mikhailovich in a village attire, traveling around with visits to neighboring landowners - it was beyond my strength. Together with new friends, Platon Mikhailovich acquired a new philosophy. The neighbors liked him because he showed himself to be a kind fellow who thinks that it is better to know nothing than as much as our scientists, and that the most important thing is good digestion. Excessive thinking, as you know, harms this process. Two months later, Platon Mikhailovich became sad again. He accidentally became convinced that ignorance is not salvation. Among the so-called simple, natural people, passions are also raging. It was sickening for him to watch how the whole mind of these practical people was spent on winning an unjust case, receiving a bribe, and taking revenge on their enemy. Their most innocent activities were card playing, drunkenness, debauchery... Bored with his neighbors, Platon Mikhailovich locked himself in the house and did not order to receive anyone. His gaze turned to the ancient sealed cabinets left behind by his uncle. The manager said that my uncle's books were there. After my uncle’s death, my aunt ordered these cabinets to be sealed and not touched again. With great difficulty, Platon Mikhailovich begged the old servant to open them. He refused, sighed and said that it would be a sin. However, he had to carry out the master’s order. Having ascended to the mezzanine, he pulled back the wax seals, opened the doors, and Platon Mikhailovich discovered that he did not know his uncle at all. The cabinets turned out to be filled with the works of Paracelsus, Arnold Villanova and other mystics, alchemists, and Kabbalists. Judging by the selection of books, the uncle’s passions were alchemy and Kabbalah. I'm afraid Platon Mikhailovich also fell ill with this. He began to read books with zeal about the first matter, about the soul of the sun, about stellar spirits. And he not only read, but also told me about it in detail. Among other books, he came across one curious manuscript. What do you think was in it? Neither more nor less - recipes for summoning spirits. Another might have laughed at this, but Platon Mikhailovich was already captured by his thought. He placed a glass vessel with water and began to collect the sun's rays in it, as shown in the manuscript. He drank this water every day. He believed that in this way he came into contact with the spirit of the sun, which opened his eyes to the invisible and unknown world. Further more. My friend decided to get engaged to Sylphide - and for this purpose he threw his turquoise ring into the water. After a long time, he noticed some movement in the ring. Plato saw how the ring crumbled and turned into small sparks... Thin blue and gold threads filled the entire surface of the vase, gradually turning pale, disappearing and coloring the water golden with blue tints. As soon as the vase was put back in place, the ring appeared at the bottom again. My friend was convinced that what was hidden from the rest of the world had been revealed to him, that he had witnessed a great mystery of nature and was simply obliged to figure it out and tell people about it. During his experiments, Platon Mikhailovich completely forgot about his business. This matter, although somewhat unexpected for Platon Mikhailovich, was quite understandable in his position and, I would even say, very useful for his state of mind. At one of his neighbors, he met, by the way, his daughter Katya. For a long time Platon Mikhailovich tried to get the girl to talk and overcome her natural shyness, which made her blush at every word addressed to her. Having gotten to know her better, he found out that Katenka (as he already called her in letters) not only has a natural mind and heart, but is also in love with him.. Her father hinted to Platon Mikhailovich that he would not mind seeing him as his son-in-law and was ready for this case to put an end to the thirty-year-old litigation over several thousand acres of forest, which constituted the main income of the peasants of Platon Mikhailovich. So he began to think: should he marry this Katenka. He liked Katya, he found her an obedient and silent girl. In short, he was now asking for my blessing rather than my advice. Of course, I decisively wrote to Plato that I fully approve of his marriage, I am happy for him and for Katya. I must say that sometimes attacks of activity are found on my friend. So it was at that time. He immediately galloped to the Rezhenskys, made a formal proposal and set the wedding day - immediately after the post. He was glad that he would do a good deed for the peasants, he was proud that he understood his bride better than her own father. Platon Mikhailovich, with his characteristic enthusiasm, already found in every word of Katenka a whole world of thoughts. I don't know if he was right, but I didn't dissuade him. His decision seemed final. And yet, I admit, I felt somehow uneasy. I started receiving really strange letters. I have already told how Platon Mikhailovich became convinced that his ring in a vase was crumbling into separate sparks. Then he dreamed that the ring turned into a rose. Finally, he saw between the rose petals, among the stamens, a miniature creature - a woman who was barely visible to the eye. My friend was fascinated by her light brown curls, her perfect curves and natural charms. All he did was watch her wonderful sleep. That wouldn't be so bad. In his last letter, he announced that he was ceasing relations with the world and devoting himself entirely to exploring the wonderful world of the Sylph. In a short time, I nevertheless received a letter, only not from Platon Mikhailovich, but from Gavrila Sofronovich Rezhensky, Katenka’s father. The old man was terribly offended that Platon Mikhailovich suddenly stopped visiting him and seemed to have completely forgotten about the wedding. Finally he found out that my friend had locked himself up, didn’t let anyone in, and was serving all his food through the door window. Here Gavrila Sofronovich became seriously worried. He remembered that Uncle Platon Mikhailovich, when he lived in the house, was called a warlock. Although Gavrila Sofronovich himself did not believe in witchcraft, when he heard that Platon Mikhailovich was looking at a carafe of water all day long, he decided that my friend was sick. With this letter and with the letters of Platon Mikhailovich himself, I went for advice to a doctor I knew. After listening to everything, the doctor positively assured me that Platon Mikhailovich had simply gone crazy, and explained to me for a long time how this happened. I made up my mind and invited him to my friend. We found my friend in bed. He didn’t eat anything for several days, didn’t recognize us, didn’t answer our questions. There was some kind of fire burning in his eyes. Next to him were sheets of paper. It was a recording of his imaginary conversations with Sylphide. She called him with her, to her sunny, blooming, fragrant world. She was burdened by the dead, cold earthly world, it caused her indescribable suffering. By joint efforts, we brought Platon Mikhailovich out of his stupor. First a bath, then a spoonful of potion, then a spoonful of broth, and all over again. Gradually, the patient developed an appetite, he began to recover. I tried to talk with Platon Mikhailovich about practical, positive things: about the state of the estate, about how to transfer peasants from quitrent to corvée. My friend listened to everything very attentively. He did not contradict, he ate and drank, but he did not take any part in anything. More successful were my conversations about our wild youth, several bottles of lafitte, which I took with me, and a bloody roast beef. Platon Mikhailovich became so strong that I even reminded him of the bride. He agreed with me. I galloped to my future father-in-law, settled the disputed matter, and dressed Plato himself in a uniform and finally waited for the wedding. A few months later I visited the newlyweds. Platon Mikhailovich sat in a dressing gown, with a pipe in his mouth. Katenka was pouring tea, the sun was shining, a juicy and ripe pear was looking in through the window. Platon Mikhailovich seemed even happy, but was generally silent. Taking a moment when my wife left the room, I asked him: “Well, brother, are you unhappy?” I didn't expect a lengthy response or gratitude. And what can I say? Yes, my friend just started talking. But how strange his tirade was! He explained that I should be content with the praise of uncles, aunties and other reasonable people. “Katya loves me, the estate is organized, the income is collected regularly. Everyone will say that you gave me happiness - and that’s for sure. But not my happiness: you got the wrong number. Who knows, maybe I’m an artist of an art that doesn’t exist yet. This is not poetry, not painting, not music <...>. I had to discover this art, but now I can’t - and everything will freeze for a thousand years <...>. After all, you need to explain everything, break everything down into parts ...", said Platon Mikhailovich. However, this was the last attack of his illness. Over time everything went back to normal. My friend took up the household and left the old nonsense. True, they say, he now drinks heavily - not only with neighbors, but also alone, and does not allow a single maid to pass. But it is, little things. But he is now a man, like everyone else. Author of the retelling: V. N. Grekov Princess Zizi. Tale (1836, published 1839) Princess Zizi is treated with prejudice in society. Her name was often repeated in my guardian's living room. The aunt's companion, a poor widow Maria Ivanovna, told her story. Princess Zizi lived with her mother and older sister Lydia. The old princess was sick all the time, and the princess constantly complained of boredom in her letters to Masha. In the summer we still went to the Simonov Monastery, and in the winter it was a shame. The princess had one consolation - reading books. She read all of Karamzin, read “Clarissa,” which her mother locked tightly in the closet, the entire “Bulletin of Europe”... Most of all, she liked the wonderful poems of Zhukovsky and Pushkin. Meanwhile, the old princess accidentally met a young man, very pleasant and courteous. Vladimir Lukyanovich Gorodkov began to visit the house, even amused the princess, and she went with her daughters to Gostiny Dvor. But then the princess again had to suffer. Matushka constantly sent her away from the drawing-room under various pretexts, as soon as Gorodkov appeared. How bitter it was for the princess to sit upstairs on her mother's orders, while Gorodkov, merry and merry, occupied mother and Lydia. Finally, Zizi understood that her mother wanted Lidia, as the eldest, to marry earlier. And one more thing: that she herself had long and passionately fallen in love with Vladimir Lukyanovich. On the day of the engagement, the princess became ill, and even had to call Dr. A. Shortly after the wedding, her mother died, having taken a word from Zizi to take care of Lydia and her children. And so it happened. Zizi was in charge of all household chores. She took care of all the little things in life, of home comfort, of Gorodkov's conveniences. She managed the household and servants almost autocratically - her sister did not delve into this. But the house was in order, and Gorodkov was pleased with everything. In the evenings, he even gave an account to Zinaida in managing the estate. Day by day Zizi's attachment to Gorodkov increased. With a beating heart and with cold determination, Zizi went after the evening conversations to her room and threw herself on her bed. When Lydia's daughter was born, Zizi devoted herself to serving her niece. But somehow an old friend of Zizi, Maria Ivanovna, sent a letter to her from Kazan with her acquaintance Radetsky, who was going to Moscow. He was a decent young man, not bad-looking, not without a fortune, he wrote poetry and had a romantic character. Radetsky fell head over heels in love with Zinaida. He began to visit the house almost every day, talking with the princess for a long time and about everything. But somehow by chance Radetsky quarreled with Gorodkov, and he was refused a house. Whenever he arrived, there were no owners. Chance helped him: the princess went to church, and the servants, coaxed by fifty dollars, told him where to look for her. Radetzky did indeed find Zizi in a dimly lit church behind a pillar. She knelt down and prayed fervently. There were tears on her face. And it was hard to believe that this was only from piety alone. No, secret grief was expressed in it undoubtedly. The young man in love stopped the princess after the service, spoke to her and confessed his feelings. It seemed that the evening itself, quiet, serene, the last rays of the sun illuminating the princess’s face, was conducive to frankness. The princess thought about the young man’s words, about his confession. Probably, deep down, she herself felt unhappy. The princess did not give a decisive answer, but promised to send a note to his home in a few hours. Less than half an hour had passed when he received a letter with consent and a wish to consummate the marriage as soon as possible. Radetzky already wanted to start getting married early in the morning so that he could consummate the marriage tomorrow. But suddenly a new letter arrives from the princess with an apology that she does not love him and cannot become his wife. Radetzky left immediately. But he suspected that the princess’s decision was made not without the participation of Gorodkov, whom she idolized, and he considered the evil genius of his beloved. It was like this. When the princess, pale and trembling, decided to announce to Lydia and her husband that she was getting married, her sister laughed and Gorodkov turned pale. After that, he came to Zinaida, as if to take care of her estate, her dowry. The princess began to ardently refuse everything... Gorodkov said with an effort that it would be indecent, that the princess herself would regret it... and then a new attachment would supplant the old ones... This was a hint at the warm relationship between Gorodkov and the princess, established recently. Gorodkov called her his only friend, Pashenka’s real mother. To remember all this at that moment when she decided to get married, to leave this house, this man - the only one she loved - and had no right to love... All this was beyond her strength. The next morning she refused Radetzky. But then a new incident required all the strength and all the courage of the princess. Lydia was pregnant again. But she continued, despite the advice of doctors, to go to balls and dance. Finally she got sick. The doctors convened a consultation. Lydia miscarried, and her condition became very dangerous. She felt that she did not have long to live. Sometimes she asked Zinaida to become Gorodkov’s wife after her death. Sometimes jealousy came over her, and she accused her husband and Zinaida of just waiting for her death. And at this time, Maria Ivanovna in Kazan learned something about Gorodkov’s secret intentions and about the real situation of the estate of Zizi and Lydia. She sent her friend the original letter from Gorodkov, from which it followed that he was selling the estate in parts, cheaply, just to get money in cash. He wants to get his own, separate thing - and at the same time take advantage of the other half of the estate that belongs to Zizi... In a word, he thinks about himself, and not about Lydia and not about his daughter... Having learned about everything, the princess goes straight to the leader of the nobility with a letter. Then, when Gorodkov was not at home, together with the leader and two witnesses, she appeared in the room of the dying Lydia. Lydia signed a will, in which the leader was appointed executor and guardian to help Vladimir Lukyanovich, and the children were also given to Zinaida under her special care. The inevitable happened - Lydia died. Gorodkov forced Zinaida to move out of the house, then denigrated her in the eyes of others. When the will was read, he stated that his wife owed him more than the estate was worth. He even presented letters of borrowing, explaining that he was doing this only to preserve the estate for the children from someone else’s management... And again everyone cried and sighed only about the treachery of the intriguer Zinaida. The guardian reproached the princess for making him a fool. But Zinaida knew for sure that her sister could not take money from her husband: Vladimir Lukyanovich had nothing to give her. But she had no proof. She even gave the letter that opened her eyes to Gorodkov. The leader refused to conduct the case. But Zinaida herself filed a lawsuit about the lack of money from Lydia’s borrowed letters. She saw that Gorodkov had started a relationship with an immoral woman who was extracting money from him and forcing him to get married. This process required money, so she had to submit a second request to divide the estate. And finally the third - about the destruction done by Gorodkov on the estate. All means had been exhausted, the princess had to publicly swear in the church the truth of her testimony... But then providence intervened again. Gorodkov was beaten by horses. After his death, the girl again regained her rights over the estate and over the upbringing of her niece. Author of the retelling: V. N. Grekov Russian nights. Novel (1844; 2nd ed. - 1862, publ. 1913) Night one. Night two It was already four o'clock in the morning when a crowd of young friends burst into Faust's room - either philosophers or playboys. It seemed to them that Faust knew everything. No wonder he surprised everyone with his manners and neglected secular decency and prejudice. Faust met his friends, as usual, unshaven, in an armchair, with a black cat in his hands. However, he refused to talk about the meaning of life and the purpose of a person at such a time. I had to continue the conversation the next midnight. Faust remembered the parable of the blind, deaf and dumb beggar who lost his gold. Searching in vain for it, the beggar returned home and lay down on his stone bed. And then the coin suddenly slipped out of his bosom and rolled down behind the stones. So we sometimes, Faust continued, are like this blind man, for not only do we not understand the world, but even each other, we do not distinguish truth from lies, the genius of an artist from a madman. Night three The world is full of eccentrics, each of whom has an amazing story to tell. On a hot day in Naples, a young man in an antique shop met a stranger in a powdered wig and an old caftan, looking at architectural engravings. To get to know him, he advised him to look at the projects of the architect Piranesi: Cyclopean palaces, caves turned into castles, endless vaults, dungeons... Seeing the book, the old man jumped back in horror: “Close, close this damned book!” This was the architect Piranesi. He created grandiose projects, but was unable to implement them and published only his drawings. But every volume, every drawing tormented me and demanded that it be translated into buildings, not allowing the artist’s soul to find peace. Piranesi asks the young man for ten million ducats to connect Etna with Vesuvius with an arch. Feeling sorry for the madman, he gave him a chervonets. Piranesi sighed and decided to add it to the amount raised for the purchase of Mont Blanc... night four One day the ghost of an acquaintance appeared to me - a respectable official who did neither good nor evil. But he rose to the rank of state adviser. When he died, they buried him coldly, buried him coldly and dispersed. But I continued to think about the deceased, and his ghost appeared before me, reproaching with tears of indifference and contempt. Like Chinese shadows on the wall, different episodes of his life appeared before me. Here he is a boy, in his father's house. But it is not his father who brings him up, but the servants, she teaches ignorance, debauchery, cruelty. Here the boy is pulled into a uniform, and now the light kills and corrupts his soul. A good companion should drink and play cards. A good husband should make a career. The greater the rank, the stronger the boredom and resentment - for oneself, for people, for life. Boredom and resentment led to illness, illness led to death... And this terrible person is here. She closes my eyes, but opens my spiritual eyes, so that the dying man can see the nakedness of his life... A ball is being held in the city. The conductor leads the whole action. It was as if he had collected everything that was strange in the works of famous musicians. The grave voice of horns sounds, the laughter of timpani, laughing at your hopes. Here Don Juan mocks Donna Anna. Here the deceived Othello takes on the role of judge and executioner. All the torture and torment merged into one scale, hanging like a dark cloud over the orchestra... Bloody drops and tears dripped from it onto the parquet floor. The satin shoes of the beauties slid easily along the floor, and the dancers were subdued by some kind of madness. The candles burn unevenly, the shadows fluctuate in the suffocating fog... It seems that it is not people who are dancing, but skeletons. In the morning, having heard the gospel, I went into the temple. The priest spoke about love, prayed for the fraternal unity of humanity... I rushed to awaken the hearts of the merry madmen, but the carriages had already passed the church. The crowded city gradually emptied, the autumn storm drove everyone under the roofs. The city is a living, hard-breathing and even harder-thinking monster. The sky alone was clear, menacing, motionless, but no one’s gaze rose to it. Here a carriage rolled off the bridge, in which a young woman was sitting with her companion. She stopped in front of a brightly lit building. Lingering singing filled the street. Several torchbearers accompanied the coffin as it was carried slowly across the street. Strange meeting! The beauty looked out the window. At this moment, the wind bent and lifted the edge of the cover. The dead man grinned with unkind mockery. The beauty gasped - once this young man loved her and she responded to him with trepidation and understood every movement of his soul... But the common opinion put an insurmountable barrier between them, and the girl submitted to the light. Barely alive, she struggles up the marble stairs and dances. But this senseless false music of the ball hurts her, echoes in her heart with the prayer of the dead young man, a prayer that she coldly rejected. But there was noise, shouts at the entrance: “Water, water!” The water has already undermined the walls, broken through the windows and poured into the hall... Something huge, black appeared in the gap... This is a black coffin, a symbol of inevitability... The open coffin rushes through the water, behind it the waves carry the beauty... Dead man raises her head, she touches the beauty’s head and laughs without opening her lips: “Hello, Lisa! Prudent Lisa!” Forcibly, Lisa woke up from a faint. The husband is angry that she ruined the ball and frightened everyone. He could not forgive in any way that, due to female coquetry, he had lost a big win. And now the times and deadlines have come. City residents fled to the fields to feed themselves. Fields became villages, villages became cities. Crafts, arts and religion disappeared. People felt like enemies. Suicides were considered heroes. Laws prohibited marriage. People killed each other, and no one protected those being killed. Prophets of despair appeared everywhere, instilling the hatred of rejected love and the numbness of death. The Messiah of despair has come for them. His gaze was cold, his voice was loud, calling on people to experience the ecstasy of death together... And when a young couple suddenly appeared from the ruins, asking to delay the death of humanity, they were answered with laughter. It was a conventional sign - the Earth exploded. For the first time eternal life repented... night five Several minds have tried to build a new society. The followers of Bentham found a deserted island and created there first a city, then a whole country - Bentamia, in order to realize the principle of public benefit. They believed that utility and morality were one and the same. Everyone worked. The boy at the age of twelve was already saving money, collecting capital. The girl was reading a treatise on the spinning mill. And everyone was happy until the population increased. Then there was no more land. At this time, settlements also arose on neighboring islands. The Benthams ruined their neighbors and seized their lands. But a dispute arose between the border cities and the inner cities: the first wanted to trade, the second to fight. No one knew how to reconcile his own advantage with the advantage of a neighbor. Disputes turned into rebellion, rebellion into rebellion. Then the prophet called out to the hardened people, asking them to look towards the altars of selfless love. No one heard him - and he cursed the city. A few days later, a volcanic eruption, a storm, an earthquake destroyed the city, leaving one lifeless stone. night six A strange man visited a small house on the outskirts of Vienna in the spring of 1827. He was dressed in a black frock coat, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were burning, and there was no tie. He wanted to rent an apartment. Apparently, he had once studied music, because he drew attention to the amateur musicians who had gathered here to perform Beethoven’s last quartet. The stranger, however, did not hear the music; he only tilted his head in different directions, and tears streamed down his face. Only when the violinist played a random note did the old man raise his head: he heard. The sounds that tore the ears of those present gave him pleasure. By force, the young girl who came with him managed to take him away. Beethoven left without being recognized by anyone. He is very animated, says that he has just composed the best symphony - and wants to celebrate it. But Louise, who supports him, has nothing to give him - there is only enough money for bread, there is not even wine. Beethoven drinks water, mistaking it for wine. He promises to find new laws of harmony, to combine all the tones of the chromatic scale in one consonance. “For me, harmony sounds when the whole world turns into consonance,” Beethoven says to Louise. “Here it is! Here comes Egmont’s symphony! I hear it. The wild sounds of battle, the storm of passions - in silence! And again the trumpet sounds, its sound is everything stronger, more harmonious!" One of the courtiers regretted Beethoven's death. But his voice was lost: the crowd was listening to a conversation between two diplomats... night seven The guests submitted to the art of the improviser Cipriano. He clothed the subject in a poetic form, developed a given theme. He simultaneously wrote a poem, dictated another, improvised a third. He recently acquired the ability to improvise. He was gifted by Dr. Segeliel. After all, Cipriano grew up in poverty and was very worried about what the world feels, but cannot express it. He wrote poems to order - but unsuccessfully. Cipriano thought illness was to blame for his failure. Segeliel treated everyone who turned to him, even if the disease was fatal. He did not take money for treatment, but set strange conditions: throw a large amount of money into the sea, break his house, leave his homeland. Those who refused to comply with these conditions soon died. Detractors accused him of numerous murders, but the court acquitted him. Segeliel agreed to help Cipriano and set the condition: “Every moment you will know everything, see everything, understand everything.” Cipriano agreed. Segeliel put his hand on the young man's heart and cast a spell. At that moment, Cipriano already felt, heard and understood all of nature - how a dissector sees and feels the body of a young woman, touching it with a knife... He wanted to drink a glass of water - and saw myriads of ciliates in it. He lies down on the green grass and hears thousands of hammers... Kipriano and people, Kipriano and nature were divided by an abyss... Kipriano went mad. He fled his fatherland and wandered. Finally, he acted as a jester to a steppe landowner. He wears a frieze overcoat, belted with a red scarf, and writes poetry in some language made up of all the languages of the world... night eight Sebastian Bach was brought up in the house of his older brother, the organist of the Ohrdruf church, Christopher. He was a respected but somewhat prim musician who lived in the old-fashioned way and raised his brother the same way. It was only at confirmation in Eisenach that Sebastian heard a real organ for the first time. The music captured him completely! He didn’t understand where he was, why, he didn’t hear the pastor’s questions, he answered at random, listening to the unearthly melody. Christopher did not understand him and was very upset by his brother’s frivolity. That same day, Sebastian secretly entered the church to understand the structure of the organ. And then he was visited by a vision. He saw the pipes of the organ rise up and connect with the Gothic columns. It seemed as if light angels were floating in the clouds. Every sound was heard, and, however, only the whole became clear - a cherished melody in which religion and art merged... Christopher did not believe his brother. Distressed by his behavior, he fell ill and died. Sebastian became a student of the organ master Bandeler, a friend and relative of Christopher. Sebastian turned keys, measured pipes, bent wires and constantly thought about his vision. And soon he became an assistant to another master - Albrecht from Luneburg. Albrecht surprised everyone with his inventions. And now he came to Bandeler to tell him that he had invented a new organ, and the emperor had already ordered this instrument for him. Noticing the young man's abilities, Albrecht sent him to study with his daughter Magdalene. Finally, the teacher got him a place as a court violinist in Weimar. Before leaving, he married Magdalene. Sebastian knew only his art. In the morning he wrote and studied with his students, explaining harmony. He played Venuses and sang along with Magdalene on the clavichord. Nothing could disturb his peace. One day during the service, another voice joined the choir, sounding either like a cry of suffering or like the cry of a cheerful crowd. Sebastian chuckled at the singing of the Venetian Francesca, but Magdalena was carried away - both by the singing and the singer. She recognized the songs of her homeland. When Francesco left, Magdalena changed: she became withdrawn, stopped working and only asked her husband to compose a canzonetta. Unhappy love and worries about her husband brought her to the grave. The children consoled their father in his grief. But he realized that half of his soul died prematurely. He tried in vain to remember how Magdalene sang - he heard only the unclean and seductive melody of the Italian. Night nine When the path of each of the described heroes was accomplished, they all appeared before the Judgment Seat. Everyone was condemned either for what they did to themselves or for what they did not do. Only Segeliel did not recognize the supreme authority over himself. The court demanded that the defendant appear before him, but only a distant voice from the abyss answered him: "There is no complete expression for me!" Author of the retelling: V. N. Grekov << Back: Alexander Fomich Veltman 1800-1870 (The Wanderer. Travel novel (1831-1832)) >> Forward: Alexander Ivanovich Polezhaev 1804 or 1805-1832 (Sashka. Poem (1825, published 1861))
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