A true story told by the sexton of the *** church
By God, I'm already tired of telling you! What do you think? Really, it’s boring: you keep telling and telling, and you can’t get rid of it! Well, if you please, I’ll tell you, just for the last time. Yes, you talked about the fact that a person can cope, as they say, with an unclean spirit. It is of course, that is, if you think carefully, there are all sorts of cases in the world... However, don’t say that. If the devilish power wants to make you faint, it will make you faint; By God, he'll faint! If you please see, my father had four of us. I was still a fool then. I was only eleven years old; but no, not eleven: I remember how now, when I once ran on all fours and began to bark like a dog, my father shouted at me, shaking his head: “Hey, Foma, Foma! It’s time to get you married, and you’re acting stupid like a young horse!” Grandfather was still alive then and on his feet - let him hiccup easily in the next world - quite strong. It happened that he decided to... So what can I tell you? One spends an hour scooping coal out of the stove for his pipe, the other for some reason runs behind the closet. What, really!.. It would be good involuntarily, otherwise they asked for it. Listen like that! At the beginning of spring, Father took tobacco to Crimea to sell. I just don’t remember whether he equipped two or three carts. Tobacco was at a premium back then. He took his three-year-old brother with him to teach him to chumak in advance. We are left: grandfather, mother, me, and brother, and even brother. Grandfather sowed a mash tree right on the road and went to live in the kuren; He took us with him to chase away the sparrows and magpies. This could not be said in a bad way for us. It used to be that you ate so many cucumbers, melons, turnips, cibulas, and peas in a day that, by God, it was like roosters were crowing in your stomach. Well, it is also profitable. Passers-by crowd along the road, everyone wants to eat a watermelon or melon. Yes, from the surrounding farms, it happened that they would bring chickens, eggs, and turkeys for exchange. Life was good. But what my grandfather loved most was the fact that fifty cart loads of Chumaks would pass by every day. The people, you know, are experienced: if you go and tell them, just open your ears! And to grandfather it’s like dumplings to a hungry man. Sometimes, it happened, there would be a meeting with old acquaintances - everyone already knew my grandfather - you can judge for yourself what happens when old things are collected: containers, containers, then and then, such and such was. .. well, they will spill! God knows when they will remember. Once, well, really, as if it had just happened, the sun had already begun to set; Grandfather walked along the tower and removed leaves from the canes, which he used to cover them during the day so that they would not get baked in the sun. - Look, Ostap! - I say to my brother, - there are the Chumaks coming! - Where are the Chumaks? - said the grandfather, putting the badge on a large melon so that in case the boys wouldn’t eat it. There were exactly six carts along the road. Ahead walked a chumak already with a gray mustache. Having not reached the steps - how should I say - ten, he stopped. - Great, Maxim! God has brought us where to meet! Grandfather narrowed his eyes: - A! great, great! where does God come from? And Sore is here? great, great, brother! What a devil! Yes, that’s all: and Krutotryshchenko! and Pecherytsia and Kovelek! and Stetsko! Great! Ah, ha, ha! go, go!.. - And let's go kiss. The oxen were unharnessed and allowed to graze on the grass. The carts were left on the road; and they all sat in a circle in front of the smoking area and lit the cradles. But where do we get to the cradles? Between the tales and the extravagances, it’s unlikely that you got one at a time. After afternoon tea, the grandfather began to treat the guests with melons. So everyone, taking a melon, peeled it cleanly with a knife (the rolls were all grated, they dipped a lot, they already knew how they eat in the world; perhaps they were ready to sit down at the master’s table even now), having peeled it thoroughly, each poked a hole with his finger, drank from she jelly, began to cut it into pieces and put it in her mouth. “Why, boys,” said the grandfather, “have you opened your mouths?” dance, you dog children! Where, Ostap, is your sniffle? Come on, Cossack girl! Foma, get on your sides! Well! like this! gay, gop! I was a little active then. Damn old age! Now I won’t go like that anymore; Instead of all the tricks, the legs only stumble. Grandfather looked at us for a long time, sitting with the Chumaks. I notice that his legs do not stand still: as if something were tugging at them. “Look, Foma,” said Ostap, “if the old horseradish doesn’t go dancing!” What do you think? Before he had time to say anything, the old man couldn’t bear it! I wanted, you know, to brag in front of the Chumaks. - Look, damn children! Is this how they dance? This is how they dance! He said, rising to his feet, extending his arms and kicking his heels. Well, there’s nothing to say, he danced like that, even with the hetman’s wife. We stepped aside, and the horseradish began to twist his feet all over the smooth place that was near the cucumber bed. However, I had only just reached halfway and wanted to take a walk and throw something of my own into the whirlwind with my feet - my legs wouldn’t rise, and that’s all! What an abyss! I accelerated again, reached the middle - it doesn’t take off! whatever you do: it doesn’t take it, and it doesn’t take it! legs like wooden steel! “Look, this is a devilish place! look, satanic obsession! Herod, the enemy of the human race, will get involved!” Well, how to make a mess in front of the Chumaks? He set off again and began scratching fractionally, finely, to look at; to the middle - no! doesn’t dance, and that’s it! - Ah, the rogue Satan! May you choke on a rotten melon! May he die while still a little boy, son of a dog! What a shame I have caused in my old age!.. And in fact, someone laughed from behind. He looked around: no Bashtana, no Chumakov, nothing; behind, in front, on the sides - a smooth field. - Eh! sss... here you go! He began to squint his eyes - the place, it seemed, was not entirely unfamiliar: there was a forest to the side, some kind of pole was sticking out from behind the forest and could be seen far away in the sky. What an abyss! Yes, this is a dovecote in the priest’s garden! On the other side, something is also turning grey; I looked closely: the threshing floor of the volost clerk. This is where the evil spirits dragged me! After driving around, he came across a path. There was no month; a white spot flashed through the cloud instead. “There will be a big wind tomorrow!” - thought the grandfather. Lo and behold, a candle lit up on a grave to the side of the path. - See! - the grandfather stood and propped himself up on his sides with his hands, and looked: the candle had gone out; in the distance and a little further away another one caught fire. - Treasure! - the grandfather shouted. - I bet God knows what, if not a treasure! - and he was about to spit in his hands to dig, but he realized that he had neither a spade nor a shovel with him. - Oh, it's a pity! Well, who knows, maybe all you have to do is lift the turf, and it will lie there, my dear! There is nothing to do, at least assign a place so as not to forget later! So, having pulled a broken tree branch, apparently broken by a whirlwind, he piled it on the grave where the candle was burning, and walked along the path. The young oak forest began to thin out; the fence flashed. "Well, like this! Didn’t I say, thought the grandfather, that this is the priest’s levada? Here is his fence! now there’s not even a mile to the tower.” It was late, however, when he came home and didn’t want to eat the dumplings. Having woken up brother Ostap, he only asked how long ago the Chumaks had left, and wrapped himself in a sheepskin coat. And when he began to ask: - Where the hell are you going today, grandfather? “Don’t ask,” he said, wrapping himself even tighter, “don’t ask, Ostap; otherwise you'll turn gray! - And he snored so much that the sparrows, which had climbed onto the tower, rose into the air in fright. But where could he sleep? There is nothing to say, she was a cunning beast, God grant him the Kingdom of Heaven! - always knew how to get away with it. Sometimes he will sing such a song that you will begin to bite your lips. The next day, as soon as it began to get dark in the field, the grandfather put on a scroll, girded himself, took a spade and shovel under his arm, put a hat on his head, drank kuhol sirovtsa, wiped his lips with a hollow and went straight to the priest’s garden. Now the fence and the low oak forest have passed. A path winds through the trees and goes out into a field. I think it's the same one. I went out onto the field - the place was exactly like yesterday: there was a dovecote sticking out; but the threshing floor is not visible. “No, this is not the place. That means further away; Apparently we need to turn to the threshing floor! He turned back and began to take another road - the threshing floor was visible, but there was no dovecote! Again I turned closer to the dovecote - the threshing floor was hidden. In the field, as if on purpose, it began to rain. He ran again to the threshing floor - the dovecote was gone; to the dovecote - the threshing floor is gone. - And so that you, damned Satan, don’t wait to see your children! And the rain started pouring out of a bucket. So, having taken off his new boots and wrapped him in a hustka so that they wouldn’t warp from the rain, he challenged the runner as if it were a gentleman’s pacer. He climbed into the smoking room, soaked through, covered himself with a sheepskin coat and began to grumble something through his teeth and coo at the devil in words that I had never heard before in my life. I admit, I would probably blush if this happened in the middle of the day. The next day I woke up and looked: my grandfather was already walking along the tower as if nothing had happened and covering the watermelons with burdock. At dinner the old man started talking again and began to scare his younger brother that he would exchange him for chickens instead of watermelon; and after having lunch, he made a squeaker out of wood and began to play on it; and gave us a melon to play with, curled into three folds, like a snake, which he called Turkish. Now I have never seen such melons anywhere. True, he got the seeds from afar. In the evening, having already had dinner, the grandfather went with a spade to dig a new bed for late pumpkins. I began to pass by that enchanted place, and could not resist grumbling through my teeth: “Cursed place!” — he went up to the middle, where they had not danced the day before yesterday, and hit the hearts with a spade. Lo and behold, around him there is the same field again: on one side there is a dovecote sticking out, and on the other there is a threshing floor. “Well, it’s good that you thought of taking a spade with you. There's the path! there’s a grave there! there's a branch piled up! There the candle is burning! As long as you don’t make a mistake.” He ran slowly, raising his spade upward, as if he wanted to treat the boar that had crawled onto the tower with it, and stopped in front of the grave. The candle went out; on the grave lay a stone overgrown with grass. “This stone needs to be lifted!” - thought the grandfather and began to dig around him from all sides. Great is the damned stone! so, however, placing his feet firmly on the ground, he pushed him off the grave. "Goo!" - went along the valley. “That’s where you want to go!” Now things will go more quickly.” Then the grandfather stopped, took out a horn, poured tobacco on his fist and was preparing to bring it to his nose, when suddenly there was a “sneeze” above his head. — something sneezed so loudly that the trees shook and grandfather got splashes all over his face. - At least turn to the side when you want to sneeze! - said the grandfather, rubbing his eyes. I looked around - there was no one. - No, he doesn’t like tobacco, apparently! - he continued, putting the horn in his bosom and taking up the spade. “He’s a fool, and neither his grandfather nor his father ever smelled such tobacco!” I began to dig - the ground was soft, the spade just went away. Something sounded. Having thrown out the earth, he saw a cauldron. - Oh, my dear, that's where you are! - the grandfather cried, slipping a spade under him. - Oh, my dear, that's where you are! - the bird's nose squealed, pecking at the cauldron. The grandfather stepped aside and released the spade. - Oh, my dear, that's where you are! - a ram's head bleated from the top of the tree. - Oh, my dear, that's where you are! - the bear roared, sticking its snout out from behind the tree. The grandfather trembled. - It’s scary to say a word here! - he muttered to himself. - It’s scary to say a word here! - the bird's nose squeaked. - It’s a scary word to say! - the ram's head bleated. - Say the word! - the bear roared. “Hm...” said the grandfather and got scared himself. - Hm! - the nose squeaked. - Hm! - the ram bleated. - Hum! - the bear roared. He turned around with fear: My God, what a night! no stars, no month; there are failures around; there is a steep bottomless slope underfoot; a mountain hung over his head and it seemed like it was about to fall on him! And it seems to the grandfather that some kind of mug is blinking because of her: oh! y! the nose is like fur in a forge; nostrils - at least pour a bucket of water into each! lips, by God, like two decks! The red eyes rolled up, and she also stuck out her tongue and teased! - Damn you! - said the grandfather, throwing the cauldron. - Your treasure is yours! What a disgusting face! - and was about to run, but looked around and stood, seeing that everything was as before. “It’s just the evil spirits that scare you!” I started working on the cauldron again - no, it’s heavy! What to do? Don't leave it here! So, having gathered all his strength, he grabbed it with his hands. - Well, together, together! more more! - and pulled it out! - Wow! Now take a sniff of tobacco! He took out the horn; Before, however, he began to pour it, he looked around carefully to see if anyone was there: it seemed that there was no one; but then it seems to him that the tree stump is puffing and sulking, his ears are showing, his eyes are red; the nostrils flared, the nose wrinkled and just like that it was about to sneeze. “No, I won’t sniff tobacco,” thought the grandfather, hiding the horn, “Satan will spit in my eyes again.” He quickly grabbed the cauldron and ran as far as his spirit could; he only hears something behind him and scratches his legs with rods... “Ay! ah, ah!” - only the grandfather shouted, hitting with all his might; and when he reached the priest’s garden, he just took a little breath. “Where did grandfather go?” - we thought, waiting for three hours. The mother came from the farm a long time ago and brought a pot of hot dumplings. No yes and no grandfather! They began to have dinner themselves again. After dinner, the mother washed the pot and looked with her eyes for where to pour the slop, because there were ridges all around; As soon as she sees it, the cook is walking straight towards her. It was still quite dark in the sky. That's right, one of the boys, being naughty, hid behind her and was pushing her. - By the way, pour the slop here! - she said and poured out the hot slop. - Ay! - screamed in a bass voice. Lo and behold, grandfather. Well, who knows! By God, they thought the barrel was climbing. I admit, although it is a little sinful, it really seemed funny when the grandfather’s gray head was all wrapped in slop and covered with peels from watermelons and melons. - Look, damn woman! - said the grandfather, wiping his head with a hollow, - how it was steamed! like a pig before Christmas! Well, guys, now you'll have some bagels! You, dog children, will walk around in golden boots! Look, look here, what I brought you! - said the grandfather and opened the boiler. What did you think was there? Well, at least think about it carefully, huh? gold? This is what is not gold: rubbish, squabbles... it’s a shame to say what it is. The grandfather spat, threw the cauldron and washed his hands after that. And from that time on, my grandfather swore that we would never believe the devil. - Don’t even think about it! - he often told us, - whatever the enemy of the Lord Christ says, he will lie, son of a dog! He doesn't have a penny's worth of truth! And it used to happen, as soon as the old man heard that there was trouble somewhere else: - Come on, guys, let's baptize! - he will shout to us. - That's it! so him! good! - and begins to lay crosses. And he blocked off that damned place where there was no dancing with a fence, ordered to throw everything that was indecent, all the weeds and rubbish that he raked out of the chestnut. So this is how the evil spirits fool a person! I know this land well: after that, the neighboring Cossacks hired it from the daddy for the chestnut. Glorious land! and the harvest was always amazing; but there was never anything good in the enchanted place. They sow it properly, but something will come up that you can’t even tell: a watermelon is not a watermelon, a pumpkin is not a pumpkin, a cucumber is not a cucumber... God knows what it is!“Dead Souls Gogol” - Depiction of the life of Russian landowners. The compositional originality of the poem. Is there a sensitive ear burning in every vein of yours? Image of the world of officials. And abroad, the writer begins to refine what has already been done and to write new chapters. Gogol's goal is to show only dark sides life. All Gogol's landowners? The characters are bright, individual, memorable.
“The Game about Gogol” - Does not provide an answer. (“Dead Souls” Nozdryov). What science did Gogol teach at St. Petersburg University? From the biography of N.V. Gogol. 2 teams The team is led by a captain. I know, you don’t need gold...” (“Well, listen. The history of the Middle Ages. “The winter, clear night has come. On the 200th anniversary of the birth of Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol.
“Gogol the Writer” - There is heaven and paradise in the soul! Content. The writer's skill grows from composition to composition. What days! I drink - I don’t get drunk, I look - I don’t get enough of it. Steel engraving F.I. Jordan 1857 from a portrait of F.A. Boller 1841 St. Petersburg. Gogol created his own unique image of the northern capital. According to Nikolai Vasilyevich, a writer should be not only an artist, but also a teacher.
“Writer Nikolai Gogol” - The study of works on the history of Ukraine formed the basis for the plan of “Taras Bulba”. The writer's father. In "Petersburg Tales" the accusatory orientation of Gogol's work was revealed with enormous force. In 1835 he left the university and devoted himself entirely to literary creativity. Disappointed, in the summer of 1829 he went abroad, but soon returned.
“Gogol Nikolai Vasilyevich” - In the Holy City, Gogol spends the night in the altar at the Holy Sepulcher. He studies history - Ukrainian and world. The premiere of the play took place in Moscow, at the Maly Theater. In the house-museum in Vasilyevka. Writer's room. Gogol is preparing for a pilgrimage to holy places. 1848 – Jerusalem. Gogol's death mask.
Literature lesson in 5th grade
N.V. Gogol " Enchanted place" Real and fantastic in the story.
During the classes
I have now read “Evenings on
Farm near Dikanka." They
amazed me. Here's the real one
gaiety, skill,
ease, without
affectation, without stiffness. A
What poetry in places!
A.S. Pushkin
Organizing time.
Motivation, goal setting.
The teacher turns to the epigraph and announces the purpose of the lesson.
Formulation of the lesson topic by students.
Entry in notebooks: N.V. Gogol "Enchanted Place".
Checking d/z
A pre-prepared student briefly talks about the basic biographical data of N.V. Gogol (multimedia presentation), the rest make notes in notebooks.
Teacher's word
1831 – 1 part
1832 – part 2
Open the table of contents of the collections. Which part is the story you read at home?
Let's take a closer look at the collection. At the beginning there is a preface, from which we learn about who the narrator is (Rudy Panko), what characters will be discussed, etc. And further compiled by the writer himselfdictionary. When you read the story, probably not all the words were clear, so today we will turn to this dictionary for clarification.
6. Preparation for perception of the story
Did you find the plot of the story “The Enchanted Place” interesting?
unusual? What?
(It resembles legends, traditions, fairy tales.)
Listen to one of the legends with a similar plot and answer
questions.
The teacher tells a folk legend about the Golden Chicken treasure.
What is this legend about? (about the enchanted treasure)
What legends about treasures do you know?
(possible children's answers -Annex 1 )
Study of the story
Entry in notebooks: “N.V. Gogol "Enchanted Place".
- Was it easy to understand what you read? Were all the words clear?
You have cards on your tables (give them to everyone before the lesson) with words. Do you know their meaning? Let's find their interpretation in the DICTIONARY at the beginning of the collection. (Chain work)
Conclusion. -What is one of the features of the language of this story? (many Ukrainian words and expressions characteristic of the Ukrainian people)
- Why do you think? (in order to more believably, reliably show the characters, convey the national flavor, this culture is close to N.V. Gogol, because he himself was born in Ukraine, as reported at the beginning of the lesson).
8. Working with illustrations.
And now, using questions and illustrations, we will restore the content of the work. Let's draw up a picture plan using the illustrations proposed for this work and attach them to the board.
Which favorite hobby did your grandfather have? (Listen to different stories from passers-by.)
How did the grandfather of his Chumakov acquaintances decide to entertain him? (grandchildren dancing)
And what unexpectedly happened to the grandfather himself during his grandchildren’s dance? (the legs suddenly began to twitch and began to dance on their own )
What unusual happened to the grandfather during his dance?(At one place my arms and legs refused to obey, and then I found myself with a smooth field)
Where was the candle burning?(In the cemetery, it's sure sign that there is a hidden treasure)
What did grandfather plan to do the next morning? (go back and dig up the treasure, but did not find this place in the field)
How did the grandfather get to the right place the second time?(Hit in the hearts at the “enchanted place” where there was no dancing)
What treasure did your grandfather dig up?(Cauldron with garbage)
What grew in the enchanted place?(Nothing good grew there: “A watermelon is not a watermelon, a pumpkin is not a pumpkin, the devil knows what it is!”)
Work with text.
Expressive reading by a student of a fragmentstories"The third night of the treasure hunt"(from the words “I started digging - the ground is soft...” to the words “...then I just took a breath”)
Reading analysis:
Why did Grandfather Maxim decide that there was a treasure in the enchanted place?
When did he go looking?(late in the evening, I arrived at the place at night)
What do you think a person feels in the dark, alone in an unfamiliar place? How can you explain your grandfather's fears?
Find lines that would help us voice this picture?
What could this really be? Have you ever heard the echoes of your own voice in the forest, in a large room?(Echo)
What did he imagine (see and hear)?
What did he end up digging up?(The boiler is heavy)
How do you see your grandfather? Is it funny to watch him or scary? Read the examples?
What quality failed him?(greed)
Was it funny or scary to read this fragment?
Who is Gogol laughing at? Why?
Staging problematic issue lesson. “What is real in the story and what is fantastic?
Working with the concepts of “reality” and “fiction” (in your own words with teacher correction).
Reality – something that really does not exist in the imagination.
Fantastic - something that is based on imagination, fiction, something magical, incredible.
Note in notebooks:
Drawing up a table “Fantastic and real in the story” and filling it with examples during the conversation.
Where does the story take place? In some kingdom? The setting is real or fantastic?(Ukraine)
ABOUT What time do the events take place? In time immemorial? Support this with quotations from the text. (in the narrator's childhood, spring)
On whose behalf is the story being told? Who is the narrator of the story? Name the other characters. Are they real or fantastic?
Are the everyday objects surrounding them real or not? Give an example from your homework?
What about the clothes of the heroes? Look at our sign?
What events are being described?
What place is the sexton talking about in this story?
Compiling a table
Divide the illustrations into 2 parts: description of real and fantastic events.
Conclusions: what is more in the story? What does N.V. Gogol pay more attention to? Why? Pay attention to the subtitle- “truth”.
(The story “The Enchanted Place” has the subtitle true story. All events are depicted realistically and truthfully. Descriptions of clothing, everyday life and people’s lives are given in detail.)
So why did the writer need to combine a true story and a fairy tale in one work? Let's think about it.
Finish the words of Pushkin: “A fairy tale is a lie...”(Perhaps Gogol wants to teach us something important, to warn us about something)
Summarizing.
What lesson does Gogol give us?
Dictation recording:
“The Enchanted Place” is a story where the author talks to readers about the illusory nature of ill-gotten wealth. Gogol exposes the thirst for enrichment, the destructive passion for money, which ultimately leads to disaster.
Reflection, announcement of grades
What will you remember about today's lesson?
Complete the sentences:
Today in class I realized...It was difficult for me...I like it…- I'm happy
Whose work in class would you like to praise?
My mood is like (choose a card): sunshine, sun with a cloud, cloud
Homework: Prepare a retelling of a memorable episode.
Annex 1
Golden chicken
Well, one old woman from the village was walking, and a chicken was running ahead of her, and all these golden kopecks. She followed this chicken - and wanted to catch it, but she walked away from her - and she followed. Such a golden chicken runs - and into the bird cherry. She looked: she was lost in the cherry tree. She searched and searched, then came in, went looking again, but couldn’t find it. Chicken is so lost.
Then, people who know them say: here the treasure came through Cheryomushki. And they couldn’t find it.<...>
Yes, I went looking for it myself, trying to find it... I would have gotten gold, but I couldn’t find anything.
To wear - not to wear
<...>He served in the army. And then one passing person says:
- In such and such a place in the Olonets province of the Kargopol district there is a stonemason. There is a treasure there: to carry - not to take out and to transport - not to take out. And the place: in the masonry there is a stone in this, and in the stone there is a spring. And in this place there is a treasure.
Well, no one knows what kind of treasure there is: to carry - not to take out and to carry - not to take out. If only the police could be sent there, maybe they would find it.
It turns around, but it doesn’t come into my hands
There is a treasure like this: the pot is spinning, but it is not given to the hands. It was in the Great Court, in Almozero.
They dug - he was already close. As soon as you take it, it will thunder again - and down. They dig deeper - he goes down again.
You have to take your time, know the words, and approach the icon...
Lamb from under the floor
One family lived calmly and quietly. It was a big family. Parents go to the field and leave their children at home.
One day, parents come home and the children complain that a lamb is playing with them.
- Which lamb? - they ask.
“Yes, from under the floor,” the children answer.
The children ask to get the lamb. But who will believe?
And the legend spread through the village. The village began to live under fear. The children became swollen and did not play. And the lamb kept coming out and playing with the children. The golden ball came out... first as a golden man, then again pretending to be a lamb.
So the years passed. Witches began to emerge from the baths. In empty houses music played and devils danced. Young people spent their evenings at home.
And this news reached the village chieftain. He took the good Cossacks and came to the village to check how true this was. We came to this family and started doing excavations. And they discovered a Damascus steel saber and a basket of gold at a depth of three meters. And it turned out that the one who laid the treasure made a spell and that the treasure should thus be revealed. And so in this house the owner became a rich merchant. All this was bequeathed by the ancestors to the offspring.
hustka
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Is our summary"Enchanted Place" can be used for reader's diary. Even more brief retelling works are in Gogol’s article “Evenings on a farm near Dikanka”. On our website you can read the full text of this story, as well as the full text of the collection “Evenings on a Farm near Dikanka”, in which it is included
“The Enchanted Place” is the fourth and final story of the second part of Gogol’s “Evenings on a Farm near Dikanka”. It is told again by the deacon of the local church, Foma Grigorievich. The main character of the story is his grandfather, already familiar to readers from the story “The Missing Letter”.
One summer, when Foma Grigorievich was still a small child, his grandfather planted a garden with melons and watermelons along the road and sold the fruits from it to passing merchants. One day, about six carts stopped at the garden, in which old friends of my grandfather were traveling. Delighted by the meeting, the grandfather treated his old friends well, and then started dancing to celebrate. Making, despite his old age, various intricate knees, he reached one place near a bed of cucumbers - and there his grandfather’s legs suddenly became like wood and stopped serving him. Moving back, he accelerated again, but in the same place he again stood as if under a spell. Cursing Satan, the grandfather suddenly heard someone laughing behind him. He looked around and saw that he was not at all where he had stood a moment before, but on the other side of his village. And it was no longer day, but night.
At a distance, the grandfather noticed a grave. A candle suddenly flashed on it, followed by another. According to popular legend, such things happened in places where treasures were buried. The grandfather was very happy, but he had neither a spade nor a shovel with him. Noticing a place with a large branch of treasure, the grandfather returned home.
The next day he went with a spade to dig for treasure. It turned out, however, that the place he noticed did not look quite the same as the day before. The view of the surrounding area was different, and the grandfather could not find the branch he had left yesterday. Turning back, he walked through the garden to the enchanted place where he could not dance, in his anger he hit the ground with a spade - and again found himself on the same outskirts of the village where he had been the day before. Now she looked the same as then. The grandfather immediately saw the grave there and the branch left on it.
The grandfather began to dig in search of treasure and soon came across a cauldron in the ground. “Ah, my dear, that’s where you are!” - the grandfather cried, and these words of his were suddenly repeated in human voices by a bird that flew in from nowhere, a ram’s head hanging from a tree, and a growling bear. A terrible mug appeared from the stump of a neighboring tree, and suddenly the grandfather seemed to see a deep hole nearby, and behind him a huge mountain. Somehow overcoming his fear, he pulled the cauldron with the treasure out of the ground, grabbed it and ran as fast as he could. From behind, someone is lashing his legs with rods...
Gogol "Enchanted Place". Illustration
Meanwhile, in the garden, Thomas, his brothers and their mother, who had come to feed them dinner, wondered: where had grandfather gone again? Having collected the slops in a bucket after dinner, the mother was looking for where to pour it, and suddenly she saw: a tub was moving towards her, as if by itself. The mother thought that the guys were joking and splashed the slop into the tub, but then there was a scream, and instead of the tub she saw in front of her a drenched grandfather with a large cauldron in his hands. However, instead of the gold that the old man hoped to find, there was rubbish and squabbles in the cauldron...
And no matter how much later they sowed, writes Gogol, that enchanted place in the middle of the garden, nothing worthwhile ever grew there. Something sprang up in this place that you can’t even make out: a watermelon is not a watermelon, a pumpkin is not a pumpkin, a cucumber is not a cucumber... the devil knows what it is!
N.V. Gogol "Enchanted Place"
Retelling plan
1. Rudy Panko recalls a story from his childhood.
2. Grandfather goes to the bashtan (melon tree) with his grandchildren to chase sparrows and magpies.
3. Arrival of the Chumaks (peasants who traded salt and fish).
4. The guys and the old grandfather are dancing.
5. The hero finds himself in an enchanted place where he thinks there is a treasure.
6. Search for the enchanted place the next day.
7. An old man’s meeting with evil spirits.
8. The treasure turned out to be a hoax.
9. Grandfather decided never to trust the devil again.
Retelling
The main character, Rudy Panko, a famous storyteller of tales, begins his next narration, confirming the belief: if “the devilish force wants to faint, it will faint; By God, he’ll faint.” He remembers an old story that happened to his grandfather.
One day, the grandfather took him and his brother, then just boys, to chase sparrows and magpies on the tower. Familiar Chumaks drove by. Their grandfather began to treat them to melons, and asked his grandchildren to dance a Cossack dance. Yes, he couldn’t sit still and started dancing. And some kind of devilry happened here. Only the grandfather wanted to “take a walk and throw some of his things into the whirlwind with his feet - his legs wouldn’t rise, and that’s all.” He started up again, but didn’t dance, looked around, didn’t see anything familiar, but only a smooth field. I started looking closer and came across a path in the dark. A candle flared on a grave to the side of the path. He decided that it was a treasure, but there was nothing to dig with. To avoid losing this place, he knocked down a large tree branch.
The next day, when it began to get dark in the field, the grandfather took a spade and shovel and went to look for the treasure. But he never found it, only the rain got it wet. Grandfather cursed Satan and returned with nothing. The next day, the grandfather, as if nothing had happened, went to the plant to dig a bed for late pumpkins. And when he passed by that enchanted place, he walked into its middle and struck the hearts with a spade. And suddenly I found myself in the same field again. I found a hiding place, pushed away a stone, and decided to sniff some tobacco. Suddenly someone sneezed from behind. I looked around - no one. I started digging and saw a boiler. Then the evil spirits began to frighten him: a bird’s nose, a ram’s head and a bear alternately appeared in front of him. It was so scary that my grandfather wanted to give up everything, but it was a pity to part with the treasure. He somehow grabbed the cauldron and “let’s run as far as the spirit could; He only hears something behind him and scratches his legs with rods...”
A long time ago, mother came from the farm with a pot of hot dumplings, everyone had dinner, mother washed the dishes, but grandfather was still not there. She washed the pot and went into the kitchen, and grandfather was there. He boasted, opened the boiler, and there: “What did you think was there? Well, at least after thinking carefully, eh? gold? This is what is not gold: rubbish, squabbles... it’s a shame to say what it is.”
From that time on, the grandfather told his grandchildren not to believe the devil: “And it happened that when he heard that there was trouble in another place, he himself would be baptized and force us. And he blocked off the enchanted place with a fence and threw all the weeds and rubbish that he raked out of the chestnut there. So nothing good ever grew in this place.”
