At last fortune crosses our path,” said Gennison, closing the door and hanging up his rain-soaked coat. - Well, Jen, the weather is disgusting, but in my heart the weather is good. I was a little late because I met Professor Sters. He delivered amazing news.
As he spoke, Hennison paced the room, gazing absently at the set table and rubbing his chilled hands with the characteristic hungry gesture of a man who is unlucky and who is accustomed to prefer hope to dinner; he was in a hurry to report what Sters had said.
Jen, a young woman with a demanding, nervous look in her sternly burning eyes, smiled reluctantly.
Oh, I’m afraid of everything amazing, ”she said, starting to eat, but seeing that her husband was excited, she got up and went up to him, putting her hand on his shoulder. - Do not be angry. I just want to say that when you bring "amazing" news, we usually don't have money the next day.
This time, it seems, they will, - objected Gennison. - It's just about the visit to the workshop by Sters and three other persons who make up the majority of votes in the jury of the competition. Well, it seems, even probably, that they will give me a prize. Of course, the secrets of this case - a relative thing; my style is as easily recognizable as Punk, Staorti, Belgrave and others, so Sters said: - "My dear, is this your figure of" Woman raising a child up a steep path, with a book in her hands "?" - Of course, I denied it, but he finished, without extorting anything from me: - “So, speaking conditionally that it is yours, this statue has every chance. We, - notice, he said "we", - so there was a conversation about that, - we like her more than others. Keep it a secret. I tell you this because I love you and entrust to you big hopes. Fix your business."
Of course, you are not difficult to recognize, - said Jen, - but, oh, how hard, exhausted, to believe that at the end of the road there will finally be rest. What else did Sters say?
What else he said, I forgot. I remember only this and went home in a semi-conscious state. Jen, I saw those 3,000 in an incredible rainbow landscape. Yes, it will, of course. There is a rumor that Punk's work is also good, but mine is better. Geezer more drawing than anatomy. But why didn't Sters say anything about Ledan?
Has Ledan already presented his work?
True - no, otherwise Sters should have been talking about him. Ledan is never particularly in a hurry. However, the other day he told me that he has no right to be late, since his six children, small and small, are also probably waiting for the award. What did you think?
I thought, - thoughtfully, said Jen, - that until we know how Ledan coped with the task, it's too early for us to talk about the triumph.
Dear Jen, Ledane is more talented than me, but there are two reasons why he won't win the award. First: they do not like him for his extreme conceit. Secondly, his style is not in favor with positive people. I do know everything. In a word, Sters also said that my "Woman" is the most successful symbol of science leading the baby - Humanity - to the mountain peak of Knowledge.
Yes... So why didn't he talk about Ledan?
He doesn't like him: he just doesn't like him. There's nothing you can do about it. That can only be explained.
This tense conversation was about a competition announced by the architectural commission building a university in Lisse. It was decided to decorate the main portal of the building with a bronze statue, and for the best work presented, the city promised three thousand pounds.
Hennison ate lunch while he continued to talk to Jen about what they would do with the money. In the six months that Gennison worked for the competition, these conversations have never been as real and vivid as they are now. Within ten minutes, Jen visited the best stores, bought a lot of things, moved from a room to an apartment, and Gennison, between soup and a cutlet, went to Europe, rested from humiliation and poverty and conceived new works, after which fame and security would come.
When the excitement subsided and the conversation took on a less brilliant character, the sculptor looked around wearily. It was still the same cramped room, with cheap furniture, with a shadow of poverty in the corners. I had to wait, wait...
Against his will, Gennison was troubled by a thought he could not even admit to himself. He glanced at his watch - it was almost seven - and stood up.
Jen, I'm leaving. You understand - this is not anxiety, not envy - no; I'm quite sure of happy outcome business, but ... but I'll still see if Ledan's model is there. It interests me disinterestedly. It is always good to know everything, especially in important cases.
Jen looked up. The same thought troubled her, but just like Gennison, she hid it and betrayed it, hastily saying:
Of course, my friend. It would be strange if you were not interested in art. Will you be back soon?
Very soon,” said Gennison, putting on his overcoat and taking his hat. - So, two weeks, no more, we have to wait. Yes.
Yes, that's right, - Jen answered not very confidently, although with a cheerful smile, and, straightening her husband's hair that had fallen out from under her hat, she added: - Go on. I'll sit down to sew.
II
The studio devoted to the affairs of the competition was located in the building of the School of Painting and Sculpture, and at that hour of the evening there was no one there, except for the watchman Nurs, who had known Gennison for a long time and well. Upon entering, Gennison said:
Nurs, please open the north corner, I want to take another look at my work and maybe correct something. Well, how - how many models were delivered today?
There seem to be fourteen in all. - Nurs began to look at the floor. - You know what the story is. Just an hour ago, an order was received not to let anyone in, because tomorrow the jury will meet and, you understand, they want everything to be in order.
Of course, of course, - picked up Gennison, - but, really, my soul is not in the right place and I am restless until I look at mine again. You understand me like a human being. I won't tell anyone, you won't tell a single soul either, so this matter will go harmlessly. And ... here she is - show her a place at the box office of the Grill-Room.
He pulled gold coin- the last one - everything that he had, - and put it in the indecisive palm of Nurs, squeezing the watchman's fingers with a hot hand.
Well, yes, - Nurs said, - I understand this very well ... Unless, of course ... What to do - let's go.
Nurse led Gennison to the dungeon of hopes, opened the door, opened the electricity, stood on the threshold himself, skeptically looking around the cold, high room, where on the hills covered with green cloth, motionless creatures of wax and clay could be seen, full of that strange, transfigured vitality that distinguishes sculpture. The two people looked at it differently. Nurse saw the puppets, while the pain and mental turmoil resurfaced in Gennison. He noticed his model in a series of alien, honed tensions and began to look through the eyes of Ledan.
Nurs is out.
Hennison walked a few paces and stopped in front of a small white statue, no more than three feet high. Ledan's model, whom he immediately recognized by the wonderful lightness and simplicity of lines, carved from marble, stood between Punk and the pitiful reflection of the honest, industrious Preuss, who gave stupid Juno with a shield and coat of arms of the city. Ledan also did not surprise me with fiction. Just a pensive figure of a young woman in a carelessly falling veil, bending slightly, drew a geometric figure on the sand with the end of a branch. The knitted eyebrows on a regular, femininely strong face reflected a cold, unshakable confidence, and the impatiently stretched toe of a slender leg seemed to be beating the time of some mental calculation that she was making.
Hennison stepped back with a sense of downfall and delight. - "A! - he said, finally having the courage to become only an artist. - Yes, it's art. After all, it's like catching a beam. How does he live. How he breathes and thinks.
Then - slowly, with the gloomy animation of the wounded, looking at his wound at the same time with the eyes of a doctor and a patient, he approached that “Woman with a Book”, which he created himself, giving her all the hopes of deliverance. He saw some tension in her posture. He peered at the naive shortcomings, at the ill-concealed efforts with which he wanted to compensate for the lack of accurate artistic vision. She was relatively good, but substantially bad next to Ledan. With torment and anguish, in the light of the highest justice, which he never betrayed, he recognized Ledan's indisputable right to make marble, without waiting for a favorable nod from Sters.
In a few minutes, Gennison lived a second life, after which the conclusion and decision could take only one form characteristic of him. He took the chimney tongs and with three strong blows turned his model into clay - without tears, without wild laughter, without hysterics - as sensibly and simply as destroying a failed letter.
These blows, - he said to Nursu, who came running to the noise, - I inflicted on myself, as I broke only my own product. You'll have to sweep a little here.
How?! - Nurs shouted, - this one ... and this is yours ... Well, I'll tell you that I liked her the most. What will you do now?
What? repeated Gennison. - The same, but only better - to justify your flattering opinion of me. Without forceps, there was little hope for this. In any case, ridiculous, bearded, burdened with babies and talent, Ledan can be calm, as the jury has no other choice.
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Teacher Zabrodina Elena Anatolyevna
Topic "The problem of choice and responsibility for the chosen decision in A. Green's story "The Winner""
GOALS:- To arouse the interest of students in the work of A. Green, to the problem of choice and responsibility for the chosen decision, to prepare the children for an adequate perception of the meaning of the story. To develop in students independence of thinking, the ability to convincingly answer the questions of the conversation, to develop students' speech through retelling, to learn to listen and hear each other. To cultivate attention to a person, the ability to judge him by various manifestations, to cultivate mercy.
During the classes:
- introduction teachers:
- What do you think, if a person experienced so many difficulties, went through so many professions, then what did he gain from this?
- Experience.
- Reading the story by the teacher.
- Find in the text the details that help us see the main character, imagine how he and his wife lived, what hopes did he have for winning the competition? Did Gennison have reason to hope for victory? Why? And why did Gennison want to see Ledan's creation? Compare the perception of the two sculptures through Gennison's eyes: the wonderful lightness and simplicity of Ledan's sculpture, which "lives", "breathes", "thinks", "it's like catching a ray" - and the stiffness of the pose of his sculpture, "naive flaws", "bad hidden effort. How do you think, what can explain this particular perception of the sculptures?
- Was it difficult for Gennison to make the final decision? Why? Describe state of mind Gennison after he destroyed his work. Do you think he felt responsible for the decision he made? Find words and expressions in the text that support your answer. Recall the assumptions you and your classmates made at the beginning of the lesson. How do you now evaluate the proposed options? Do they correspond to the character of the protagonist of A. Green's story? Why Ledan is not acting character? Who is Gennison fighting? Why is the story called "The Winner"? Who wins? over whom or
what was won? How do you understand the expression "Win at any cost"? Do you think the end justifies the means? Give a detailed written answer.
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Alexander Stepanovich Green
Winner
Sculptor, don't be humble
And viscous clay lump ...
At last fortune crosses our path,” said Gennison, closing the door and hanging up his rain-soaked coat. - Well, Jen, - the weather is disgusting, but in my heart the weather is good. I was a little late because I met Professor Sters. He delivered amazing news.
As he spoke, Hennison paced the room, gazing absently at the set table and rubbing his chilled hands with the characteristic hungry gesture of a man who is unlucky and who is accustomed to prefer hope to dinner; he was in a hurry to report what Sters had said.
Jen, a young woman with a demanding, nervous look in her sternly burning eyes, smiled reluctantly.
Oh, I’m afraid of everything amazing, ”she said, starting to eat, but seeing that her husband was excited, she got up and went up to him, putting her hand on his shoulder. - Do not be angry. I just want to say that when you bring "amazing" news, we usually don't have money the next day.
This time, it seems, they will, - objected Gennison. - It's just about a visit to the workshop by Sters and three other persons who make up the majority of votes in the jury of the competition. Well, it seems, even probably, that they will give me a prize. Of course, the secrets of this case - a relative thing; my manner is as easily recognizable as Punka, Staorti, Belgrave and others, so Sters said: “My dear, is this your figure of“ Woman raising a child up a steep path, with a book in her hands ”? - Of course, I denied it, but he finished, without extorting anything from me: - “So, speaking conditionally that it is yours, this statue has every chance. We, - notice, he said "we", - so there was a conversation about that, - we like her more than others. Keep it a secret. I am telling you this because I love you and have high hopes for you. Get your affairs right."
Of course, you are not difficult to recognize, - said Jen, - but, oh, how hard, exhausted, to believe that at the end of the road there will finally be rest. What else did Sters say?
What else he said, I forgot. I remember only this and went home in a semi-conscious state. Jen, I saw those 3,000 in an incredible rainbow landscape. Yes, it will, of course. There is a rumor that Punk's work is also good, but mine is better. Geezer has more drawing than anatomy. But why didn't Sters say anything about Ledan?
Has Ledan already presented his work?
True - no, otherwise Sters should have been talking about him. Ledan is never particularly in a hurry. However, the other day he told me that he has no right to be late, since his six children, small and small, are also probably waiting for the award. What did you think?
I thought, - thoughtfully, said Jen, - that until we know how Ledan coped with the task, it's too early for us to talk about the triumph.
Dear Jen, Ledane is more talented than me, but there are two reasons why he won't win the award. First: they do not like him for his extreme conceit. Secondly, his style is not in favor with positive people. I do know everything. In a word, Sters also said that my "Woman" is the most successful symbol of science, leading the baby - Humanity - to the mountain peak of Knowledge.
Yes... So why didn't he talk about Ledan?
He doesn't like him: he just doesn't like him. There's nothing you can do about it. That can only be explained.
This tense conversation was about the competition announced by the architectural commission building the university in Lisse. It was decided to decorate the main portal of the building with a bronze statue, and for the best work presented, the city promised three thousand pounds.
Hennison ate lunch while he continued to talk to Jen about what they would do with the money. In Gennison's six months of work for the competition, these conversations have never been as real and vivid as they are now. Within ten minutes, Jen visited the best stores, bought a lot of things, moved from a room to an apartment, and Gennison, between soup and a cutlet, went to Europe, rested from humiliation and poverty and conceived new works, after which fame and security would come.
When the excitement subsided and the conversation took on a less brilliant character, the sculptor looked around wearily. It was still the same cramped room, with cheap furniture, with a shadow of poverty in the corners. I had to wait, wait...
Against his will, Gennison was troubled by a thought he could not even admit to himself. He glanced at his watch - it was almost seven - and stood up.
Jen, I'm leaving. You understand - this is not anxiety, not envy - no; I am quite sure of a successful outcome of the case, but ... but I will still see if there is Ledan's model there. It interests me disinterestedly. It is always good to know everything, especially in important cases.
Jen looked up. The same thought troubled her, but just like Gennison, she hid it and betrayed it, hastily saying:
Of course, my friend. It would be strange if you were not interested in art. Will you be back soon?
Very soon,” said Gennison, putting on his overcoat and taking his hat. - So, two weeks, no more, we have to wait. Yes.
Yes, yes, - Jen answered not very confidently, although with a cheerful smile, and, straightening her husband's hair that had fallen out from under her hat, she added: - Go on. I'll sit down to sew.
The studio devoted to the affairs of the competition was located in the building of the School of Painting and Sculpture, and at that hour of the evening there was no one there, except for the watchman Nurs, who had known Gennison for a long time and well. Upon entering, Gennison said:
Nurs, please open the north corner, I want to take another look at my work and maybe correct something. Well, how - how many models were delivered today?
There seem to be fourteen in total. - Nurs began to look at the floor. - You know what the story is. Just an hour ago, an order was received not to let anyone in, because tomorrow the jury will meet and, you understand, they want everything to be in order.
Of course, of course, - said Gennison, - but, really, my soul is not in the right place and I am restless until I look at mine again. You understand me like a human being. I won't tell anyone, you won't tell a single soul either, so this matter will go harmlessly. And ... here she is - show her a place at the box office of the Grill-Room.
He pulled out a gold coin - the last - all that he had - and put it in Nurs's indecisive palm, squeezing the watchman's fingers with a hot hand.
Well, yes, - Nurs said, - I understand this very well ... Unless, of course ... What to do - let's go.
Nurs led Gennison to the dungeon of hopes, opened the door, opened the electricity, stood on the threshold himself, skeptically looking around the cold, high room, where on the hills covered with green cloth, motionless creatures of wax and clay could be seen, full of that strange, transfigured vitality that distinguishes sculpture. The two people looked at it differently. Nurse saw the puppets, while the pain and mental turmoil resurfaced in Gennison. He noticed his model in a series of alien, honed tensions and began to look through the eyes of Ledan.
Nurs is out.
Hennison walked a few paces and stopped in front of a small white statue, no more than three feet high. Ledan's model, whom he immediately recognized by the marvelous lightness and simplicity of its lines, carved out of marble, stood between Punk and the pitiful reflection of the honest, industrious Preuss, who gave the stupid Juno with the shield and coat of arms of the city. Ledan also did not surprise me with fiction. Just a pensive figure of a young woman in a carelessly falling veil, bending slightly, drew a geometric figure on the sand with the end of a branch. The knitted eyebrows on a regular, femininely strong face reflected a cold, unshakable confidence, and the impatiently stretched toe of a slender leg seemed to be beating the time of some mental calculation that she was performing.
Hennison stepped back with a sense of downfall and delight. - "A! - he said, finally having the courage to become only an artist. - Yes, it's art. After all, it's like catching a beam. How does he live. How he breathes and thinks.
Then - slowly, with the gloomy animation of the wounded, looking at his wound at the same time with the eyes of a doctor and a patient, he approached that “Woman with a Book”, which he created himself, giving her all the hopes of deliverance. He saw some tension in her posture. He peered at the naive shortcomings, at the ill-concealed efforts with which he wanted to compensate for the lack of an accurate artistic vision. She was relatively good, but substantially bad next to Ledan. With torment and anguish, in the light of the highest justice, which he never betrayed, he recognized Ledan's indisputable right to make marble, without waiting for a favorable nod from Sters.
In a few minutes, Gennison lived a second life, after which the conclusion and decision could take only one form characteristic of him. He took the tongs and with three strong blows turned his model into clay, without tears, without wild laughter, without hysterics, as sensibly and simply as destroying a failed letter.
These blows, - he said to Nursu, who came running to the noise, - I inflicted on myself, as I broke only my own product. You'll have to sweep a little here.
Alexander Stepanovich Green
Winner
Sculptor, don't be humble
And viscous clay lump ...
At last fortune crosses our path,” said Gennison, closing the door and hanging up his rain-soaked coat. - Well, Jen, - the weather is disgusting, but in my heart the weather is good. I was a little late because I met Professor Sters. He delivered amazing news.
As he spoke, Hennison paced the room, gazing absently at the set table and rubbing his chilled hands with the characteristic hungry gesture of a man who is unlucky and who is accustomed to prefer hope to dinner; he was in a hurry to report what Sters had said.
Jen, a young woman with a demanding, nervous look in her sternly burning eyes, smiled reluctantly.
Oh, I’m afraid of everything amazing, ”she said, starting to eat, but seeing that her husband was excited, she got up and went up to him, putting her hand on his shoulder. - Do not be angry. I just want to say that when you bring "amazing" news, we usually don't have money the next day.
This time, it seems, they will, - objected Gennison. - It's just about a visit to the workshop by Sters and three other persons who make up the majority of votes in the jury of the competition. Well, it seems, even probably, that they will give me a prize. Of course, the secrets of this case - a relative thing; my manner is as easily recognizable as Punka, Staorti, Belgrave and others, so Sters said: “My dear, is this your figure of“ Woman raising a child up a steep path, with a book in her hands ”? - Of course, I denied it, but he finished, without extorting anything from me: - “So, speaking conditionally that it is yours, this statue has every chance. We, - notice, he said "we", - so there was a conversation about that, - we like her more than others. Keep it a secret. I am telling you this because I love you and have high hopes for you. Get your affairs right."
Of course, you are not difficult to recognize, - said Jen, - but, oh, how hard, exhausted, to believe that at the end of the road there will finally be rest. What else did Sters say?
What else he said, I forgot. I remember only this and went home in a semi-conscious state. Jen, I saw those 3,000 in an incredible rainbow landscape. Yes, it will, of course. There is a rumor that Punk's work is also good, but mine is better. Geezer has more drawing than anatomy. But why didn't Sters say anything about Ledan?
Has Ledan already presented his work?
True - no, otherwise Sters should have been talking about him. Ledan is never particularly in a hurry. However, the other day he told me that he has no right to be late, since his six children, small and small, are also probably waiting for the award. What did you think?
I thought, - thoughtfully, said Jen, - that until we know how Ledan coped with the task, it's too early for us to talk about the triumph.
Dear Jen, Ledane is more talented than me, but there are two reasons why he won't win the award. First: they do not like him for his extreme conceit. Secondly, his style is not in favor with positive people. I do know everything. In a word, Sters also said that my "Woman" is the most successful symbol of science, leading the baby - Humanity - to the mountain peak of Knowledge.
Yes... So why didn't he talk about Ledan?
He doesn't like him: he just doesn't like him. There's nothing you can do about it. That can only be explained.
This tense conversation was about the competition announced by the architectural commission building the university in Lisse. It was decided to decorate the main portal of the building with a bronze statue, and for the best work presented, the city promised three thousand pounds.
Hennison ate lunch while he continued to talk to Jen about what they would do with the money. In Gennison's six months of work for the competition, these conversations have never been as real and vivid as they are now. Within ten minutes, Jen visited the best stores, bought a lot of things, moved from a room to an apartment, and Gennison, between soup and a cutlet, went to Europe, rested from humiliation and poverty and conceived new works, after which fame and security would come.
When the excitement subsided and the conversation took on a less brilliant character, the sculptor looked around wearily. It was still the same cramped room, with cheap furniture, with a shadow of poverty in the corners. I had to wait, wait...
Against his will, Gennison was troubled by a thought he could not even admit to himself. He glanced at his watch - it was almost seven - and stood up.
Jen, I'm leaving. You understand - this is not anxiety, not envy - no; I am quite sure of a successful outcome of the case, but ... but I will still see if there is Ledan's model there. It interests me disinterestedly. It is always good to know everything, especially in important cases.
Sculptor, don't be humble
And viscous clay lump ...
“Fortune crosses our path at last,” said Gennison, closing the door and hanging up his rain-soaked coat. “Well, Jen, the weather is nasty, but in my heart the weather is good. I was a little late because I met Professor Sters. He delivered amazing news.
As he spoke, Hennison paced the room, gazing absently at the set table and rubbing his chilled hands with the characteristic hungry gesture of a man who is unlucky and who is accustomed to prefer hope to dinner; he was in a hurry to report what Sters had said.
Jen, a young woman with a demanding, nervous look in her sternly burning eyes, smiled reluctantly.
“Oh, I’m afraid of everything amazing,” she said, starting to eat, but, seeing that her husband was excited, she got up and approached him, putting her hand on his shoulder. - Do not be angry. I just want to say that when you bring "amazing" news, we usually don't have money the next day.
“I think they will this time,” said Gennison. – It's just about the visit to the workshop by Sters and three other persons who make up the majority of votes in the jury of the competition. Well, it seems, even probably, that they will give me a prize. Of course, the secrets of this case - a relative thing; my manner is as easy to recognize as Punk, Staorti, Belgrave and others, so Sters said: “My dear, is this your figure of“ Woman leading a child up a steep path, with a book in her hands ”? - Of course, I denied it, but he finished, without extorting anything from me: - “So, speaking conventionally that it is yours, this statue has every chance. We, - notice, he said "we", - so there was a conversation about that, - we like her more than others. Keep it a secret. I am telling you this because I love you and have high hopes for you. Get your affairs right."
“Of course, it’s not difficult to recognize you,” Jen said, “but, oh, how hard, exhausted, to believe that at the end of the journey there will finally be rest. What else did Sters say?
What else he said, I forgot. I remember only this and went home in a semi-conscious state. Jen, I saw those 3,000 in an incredible rainbow landscape. Yes, it will, of course. There is a rumor that Punk's work is also good, but mine is better. Geezer has more drawing than anatomy. But why didn't Sters say anything about Ledan?
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