Twenty-five versts seemed to Arkady as much as fifty. But
here, on the slope of a gentle hill, a small village finally opened up, where
Bazarov's parents lived. Next to her, in a young birch grove,
one could see a noble house under a thatched roof.
(I.S. Turgenev “Fathers
and children")
The index mark is
thatched roof.
If you flip
a few pages back, then you can remember that thatched roofs were
on peasant houses at Odintsova's estate.
"The estate where she lived
Anna Sergeevna, standing on a gentle open hill, not far away
from a yellow stone church with a green roof, white columns and
al fresco painting above the main entrance, representing the "Resurrection
Hristovo" in the "Italian" taste.
Particularly remarkable for its
rounded contours was a swarthy warrior prostrate on the first tan
Shishake. Behind the church stretched in two rows a long village with
chimneys over thatched roofs.
Thatched roof is a sign
poverty. Bazarov's parents were poor nobles. (I.S. Turgenev
"Glasses and children")
Here is another example of a culture-marked index
sign.
“Meanwhile, the dogs zatvapk all possible gtosalm: one,
throwing their heads up) ', led out so drawn out and with such diligence, as if for
it received God knows what salary; the other snatched hastily, as
sexton; between: they rang like a postal bell, a restless treble,
probably a young puppy, and all this was finally done by the bass, maybe
an old man endowed with a hefty canine nature, because he is a hritl. how wheezing
singing double bass, when the concert is in full swing: the tenors rise to
chicks off strong desire withdraw high note and everything that is
rushes up, tossing his head, and he alone, thrusting his unshaven
chin in gsastuk, crouching and dropping almost to the ground, passes from there
his fingernail, from which the stacks tremble and rattle.
(N.V. Gogol "The Dead
a strong economy: it means there is something to guard and what to feed.
Symbols are unique key signs cultural
paradigms. They store the program of that
or another culture. For example, a romantic symbol is the image
seas. This image appears in the works of potg-daisies. For example,
in a poem by A.S. Pushkin "To the sea". The sea is an unbridled element.
This image best reflects the philosophy of romanticism: the intensity of passions,
love of freedom
(... free element ..),
loneliness
(... and you shine with pride
beauty...,
...How
call
his
V
farewell
hour,
Your sad noise, your inviting noise ..,),
atypical circumstances,
unpredictability:
The humble sail of the fishermen,
Thy whim kept.
No matter how Odintsova controlled herself, no matter how she stood above all prejudices, she was also embarrassed when she appeared in the dining room for dinner. However, it went pretty well. Porfiry Platonych arrived, told various jokes; he had just returned from the city. Incidentally, he said that the governor, Bourdalu, ordered his officials to special assignments wear spurs, in case he sends them somewhere, for speed, on horseback. Arkady spoke in an undertone to Katya and served the princess diplomatically. Bazarov was stubbornly and gloomily silent. Odintsova looked at his face, stern and bilious, with lowered eyes, with an imprint of contemptuous determination in every line, and thought: “No ... no ... no ...” After dinner, she with the whole company went to the garden and, seeing that Bazarov wanted to talk to her, she took a few steps to the side and stopped. He approached her, but even then he did not raise his eyes and muttered in a muffled voice: I must apologize to you, Anna Sergeevna. You can't help but be angry with me. No, I'm not angry with you, Evgeny Vasilyich, answered Odintsova, but I am upset. So much the worse. Anyway, I'm pretty punished. My position, with which you will probably agree, is the most stupid. You wrote to me: why leave? But I can't and don't want to stay. I won't be here tomorrow. Evgeny Vasilyich, why do you ... Why am I leaving? No, that's not what I wanted to say. You can't bring back the past, Anna Sergeevna... but sooner or later it had to happen. Therefore, I need to leave. I understand only one condition under which I could stay; but this condition will never happen. After all, you, pardon my insolence, do not love me and never will? Bazarov's eyes flashed for a moment from under his dark brows. Anna Sergeevna did not answer him. "I'm afraid of this man," flashed through her mind. Farewell, sir, Bazarov said, as if guessing her thought, and went towards the house. Anna Sergeevna quietly followed him and, calling Katya, took her by the arm. She did not part with her until the evening. She did not play cards and laughed more and more, which did not at all suit her pale and embarrassed face. Arkady was perplexed and watched her, as young people watch, that is, he constantly asked himself: what, they say, does this mean? Bazarov locked himself in his room; to tea, however, he returned. Anna Sergeevna wanted to tell him something good word but she didn't know how to talk to him... An unexpected incident brought her out of her embarrassment: the butler reported on the arrival of Sitnikov. It is difficult to convey in words what a quail the young progressive flew into the room. Deciding, with his characteristic importunity, to go to the village to a woman whom he hardly knew, who had never invited him, but who, according to the information collected, was visited by such smart and close people, he nevertheless became shy to the marrow of his bones and, instead of uttering the pre-approved apologies and greetings, he muttered some rubbish that Evdoksia, they say, Kukshina sent him to find out about the health of Anna Sergeevna and that Arkady Nikolayevich also always spoke to him with the greatest praise ... At this word, he stumbled and got lost before sitting on his own hat. However, since no one drove him away and Anna Sergeevna even introduced him to her aunt and sister, he soon recovered and crackled to glory. The appearance of vulgarity is often useful in life: it weakens too high-tuned strings, sobers self-confident or self-forgetful feelings, reminding them of its close relationship with them. With the arrival of Sitnikov, everything became somehow dumber and simpler; they all even had a heartier supper and went to bed half an hour earlier than usual. I can repeat to you now, said, lying in bed, to Arkady Bazarov, who also undressed, what you once said to me: “Why are you so sad? Did you fulfill some sacred duty?” For some time now, a kind of falsely cheeky banter has been established between the two young people, which is always a sign of secret displeasure or unspoken suspicions. I'm leaving tomorrow for my father, said Bazarov. Arkady got up and leaned on his elbow. He was both surprised and, for some reason, delighted. Ah! he said. And are you sad about it? Bazarov yawned. You will know a lot, you will grow old. And what about Anna Sergeevna? continued Arkady. What is Anna Sergeevna? I want to say: will she let you go? I didn't hire her. Arkady fell into thought, and Bazarov lay down and turned his face to the wall. Several minutes passed in silence. Eugene! Arkady suddenly exclaimed. Well? I'll leave with you tomorrow too. Bazarov did not answer. As soon as I go home, continued Arkady. We will go together to Khokhlovsky settlements, and there you will take horses from Fedot. I would love to meet yours, but I'm afraid they will embarrass you too. Are you coming back to us again? I left my things with you, Bazarov answered without turning around. “Why doesn’t he ask me why I’m going? and just as suddenly as he? thought Arkady. Indeed, why am I going, and why is he going? He continued his reflections. He could not answer his own question satisfactorily, and his heart was filled with something caustic. He felt that it would be hard for him to part with this life to which he was so accustomed; but being alone was somehow strange. “Something happened to them,” he reasoned to himself, “why will I hang around in front of her after leaving? I'm finally tired of her; I will lose the last one." He began to imagine Anna Sergeevna, then other features gradually showed through the beautiful appearance of the young widow. “Sorry and Katya!” Arkady whispered into the pillow, on which a tear had already dripped ... He suddenly threw up his hair and said loudly: What the hell is this fool Sitnikov complaining about? Bazarov at first stirred on the bed, and then uttered the following: You, brother, are still stupid, I see. We need the Sitnikovs. Me, you understand this, I need such boobies. It’s not for the gods, in fact, to burn the pots! .. “Hey, hey!..” Arkady thought to himself, and then the whole bottomless abyss of Bazarov's self-esteem opened up to him for a moment. We, therefore, are gods with you? that is, you are a god, but am I not an idiot? Yes, repeated Bazarov sullenly, you are still stupid. Odintsova showed no particular surprise when the next day Arkady told her that he was leaving with Bazarov; she seemed distracted and tired. Katya silently and seriously looked at him, the princess even crossed herself under her shawl, so that he could not fail to notice this; but Sitnikov was completely alarmed. He had just come down to breakfast in his new smart, this time not Slavophile, attire; the day before, he surprised the man assigned to him with a lot of linen brought by him, and suddenly his comrades leave him! He shifted his feet a little, darted about like a chasing hare at the edge of a forest, and suddenly, almost with fright, almost with a cry, announced that he also intended to leave. Odintsova did not stop him. I have a very comfortable carriage, the unfortunate young man added, turning to Arkady, I can give you a lift, and Yevgeny Vasilyich can take your tarantass, so it will be even more convenient. Yes, pardon, you are not on the road at all, and it is far from me. It's nothing, nothing; I have a lot of time, and besides, I have things to do in that direction. By buyouts? asked Arkady already too contemptuously. But Sitnikov was in such despair that, contrary to his custom, he did not even laugh. I assure you, the carriage is extremely calm, he muttered, and there will be a place for everyone. Do not upset Monsieur Sitnikov with a refusal, Anna Sergeevna said ... Arkady glanced at her and bowed his head significantly. The guests left after breakfast. Saying goodbye to Bazarov, Odintsova held out her hand to him and said: We'll see each other again, won't we? As you command, answered Bazarov. In that case, we'll see each other. Arkady was the first to come out onto the porch; he climbed into Sitnikov's carriage. He was respectfully lifted by the butler, and he would gladly beat him or burst into tears. Bazarov fit in the tarantass. Having reached the Khokhlovsky settlements, Arkady waited until Fedot, the owner of the inn, harnessed the horses, and, going up to the tarantass, said to Bazarov with the same smile: Eugene, take me with you; I want to go to you. Sit down, Bazarov said through his teeth. Sitnikov, who was pacing, whistling briskly, around the wheels of his carriage, only opened his mouth when he heard these words, and Arkady coolly took his things out of his carriage, sat down near Bazarov and, bowing politely to his former companion, shouted: "Move!". The tarantass rolled on and soon disappeared from view ... Sitnikov, completely embarrassed, looked at his coachman, but he played with a whip over the tail of the tie-down. Then Sitnikov jumped into the carriage and, thundering at two passing peasants: "Put on your hats, you fools!" dragged himself to the city, where he arrived very late and where the next day, at Kukshina's, two "nasty proud and ignorant ones" got it badly. Sitting in the chariot to Bazarov, Arkady squeezed his hand tightly and said nothing for a long time. It seemed that Bazarov understood and appreciated both this shrug and this silence. He had neither slept nor smoked the previous night, and had eaten almost nothing for several days. His emaciated profile protruded gloomily and sharply from under his pulled cap. What, brother, he finally said, give me a cigar... Look, tea, is my tongue yellow? Yellow, answered Arkady. Well, yes ... that's a cigar is not tasty. The car broke down. You really changed into this Lately, remarked Arkady. Nothing! get better. One thing is boring my mother is so compassionate: if she doesn’t grow a belly and don’t eat ten times a day, she is killed. Well, father is nothing, he himself was everywhere, both in a sieve and in a sieve. No, you can't smoke,” he added, and threw the cigar into the dust of the road. Is it twenty-five miles to your estate? asked Arkady. Twenty-five. Yes, ask this wise man. He pointed to the peasant sitting on the box, Fedotov's worker. But the sage answered that “who knows, versts here are not measurable,” and continued in an undertone to scold the root for the fact that she “kicks with her head,” that is, jerks her head. Yes, yes, Bazarov spoke, a lesson to you, my young friend, some instructive example. God knows what nonsense! Each person hangs by a thread, the abyss can open up under him every minute, and he still invents all sorts of troubles for himself, spoils his life. What are you implying? asked Arkady. I'm not hinting at anything, I'm just saying that both of us behaved very stupidly with you. What is there to interpret! But I already noticed in the clinic: whoever is angry at his pain will certainly overcome it. I don't quite understand you, said Arkady, it seems you had nothing to complain about. And if you do not quite understand me, then I will report to you the following: in my opinion it is better to beat stones on the pavement than to let a woman take possession of at least the tip of her finger. That's all ... Bazarov almost uttered his favorite word "romanticism", but he restrained himself and said: nonsense. You won't believe me now, but I'm telling you: you and I got into sorority and we were pleased; but leaving such a society is like a hot day cold water plunge down. A man has no time to deal with such trifles; a man must be fierce, says a great Spanish proverb. After all, here you are, he added, turning to the peasant sitting on the box, you, clever girl, do you have a wife? The peasant showed both friends his flat, half-sighted face. Wife something? Eat. How not to be a wife? Do you hit her? A wife? Anything happens. We don't hit for no reason. And fine. Well, does she hit you? The man pulled the reins. Eco word you said, master. You should be joking around... He must have been offended. Do you hear, Arkady Nikolaevich! And you and I were nailed ... that's what it means to be educated people. Arkady forced a laugh, but Bazarov turned away and did not open his mouth all the way. Twenty-five versts seemed to Arkady as much as fifty. But then, on the slope of a gentle hill, a small village finally opened up, where Bazarov's parents lived. Next to it, in a young birch grove, one could see a noble house under a thatched roof. At the first hut two peasants in hats were standing and swearing. “You are a big pig,” one said to the other, “but worse than a small pig.” “And your wife is a witch,” objected another. By the ease of treatment, noticed Arkady Bazarov, and by the playfulness of turns of speech, you can judge that the peasants of my father are not too oppressed. Yes, and he himself goes out onto the porch of his dwelling. Heard, know, a bell. He, he recognize his figure. Ege, ge! how he, however, turned gray, poor fellow!Preview:
Test work based on the novel by I.S. Turgenev "Fathers and Sons".
1. To whom is the dedication of the novel "Fathers and Sons" addressed:
A) A.I. Herzen; b) N.A. Nekrasov; c) V.G. Belinsky;
2. Define: realism, nihilism.
3. The main conflict of the novel "Fathers and Sons":
A) a quarrel between P.P. Kirsanov and E.V. Bazarov
B) the struggle between bourgeois-gentry liberalism and revolutionary democrats.
C) the struggle between the liberal monarchists and the people
4. Giving overall rating political content"Fathers and Children", I.S. Turgenev wrote:« My whole story is directed against…..(choose the correct one):
A) the nobility as an advanced class b) the peasantry as an advanced class
C) the proletariat as an advanced class d) revolutionary democrats
5. Which of the heroes of the novel "Fathers and Sons" corresponds to the following characteristics:
1 . A representative of the young noble generation, quickly turning into an ordinary landowner, spiritual narrow-mindedness and weak will, superficial democratic hobbies, a tendency to rhetoric, lordly manners and laziness.
2. An opponent of everything truly democratic, an aristocrat admiring himself, whose life has been reduced to love and regret about the passing past, an aesthete.
3. Uselessness and inability to live, to its new conditions, the type of "leaving nobility."
4. An independent nature, not bowing to any authorities, a nihilist.
A) Evgeny Bazarov; b) Arkady Kirsanov; c) Pavel Petrovich d) Nikolai Petrovich
6. Bazarov wrote a critical article:
A) I. S. Turgenev. b) G. Belinsky. c) I. Herzen. d) I. Pisarev.
7. Find the correspondence of the heroes of the novel to the social status:
1. Russian aristocrat a) E. Bazarov
2. regimental doctor b) P.P. Kirsanov
3. baric student c) V.I. Bazarov
4. Democratic student d) A.N. Kirsanov
8. What moment in the biography of Yevgeny Bazarov became a turning point in his awareness of his personality:
A) Love for Odintsova. B) Break with Arkady. C) Dispute with P.P. Kirsanov. C) visiting parents.
9. Which statement is wrong?
A. Odintsova Anna Sergeevna did not marry B. Kukshina went abroad C. Katerina Sergeevna had a son, Kolya G. Two weddings took place; Arcadia with Katya and Nikolai Petrovich with Fenechka
10. Which replica does NOT belong to Bazarov
A. “Raphael is not worth a penny…” B. “She would only wear a train at the back and a crown on her head”
V. "... but burdock will grow out of me." G. “You, for my taste, are superfluous here; I can't stand you, I despise you..."
11. Insert the missing word in the statement of E. Bazarov
“Nature is not …………., but a workshop, and man is a worker in it.”
12. What was the actual cause of Bazarov's duel with Pavel Petrovich?
1) Political disagreements 2) Slap in the face 3) Bazarov's kiss Baubles 4) Accusation of theft
13. What caused the death of Bazarov?
1) Tuberculosis 2) Pneumonia 3) Duel 4) Blood poisoning.
14. Portraits of which heroes of the novel by I.S. Turgenev "Fathers and Sons" are presented below?
A. "… tall, in a long hoodie with tassels ... ". The face is “long and thin, with a broad forehead, flat top, pointed nose, large greenish eyes and drooping whiskers. sand color... enlivened with a calm smile and expressed self-confidence and intelligence.
B. A woman “... tall ... struck him with the dignity of her posture. Her naked hands lay beautifully along a slender figure; light branches of fuchsia fell beautifully from shiny hair onto sloping shoulders; calmly and intelligently ... bright eyes looked out from under a slightly hanging white forehead, and his lips smiled with a barely perceptible smile. Some kind of gentle and soft power emanated from her face.
V. “In a small and nondescript figure ... there was nothing ugly; but the expression ... her face had an unpleasant effect on the viewer ... She spoke and moved very casually and at the same time awkwardly ... everything came out of her not simply, not naturally.
15. In the estate or estate of which hero did you find yourself?
- “The estate ... stood on a gentle open hill, not far from the yellow stone church with a green roof ... Behind the church stretched in two rows a long village with chimneys flickering here and there over thatched roofs. The master's house was built in the same style as the church…”.
- “... a small village finally opened on the slope of the hill ... Next to it, in a young birch grove, one could see a noble house under a thatched roof”
- “There were also rivers with dug banks, and tiny ponds with thin dams, and villages with low huts under dark, often half-swept roofs, and crooked threshing sheds with wicker walls and yawning gates near empty gumens, and churches, sometimes brick with plaster falling off in some places, then wooden ones with leaning crosses and devastated cemeteries.
10. Find the correspondence of the heroes of the novel by I.S. Turgenev "Fathers and Sons" social status.
- "Emancipe".
- Russian aristocrat.
- Regimental doctor.
- Baric student.
- Democratic student.
A. Vasily Ivanovich Bazarov.
B. Avdotya Kukshina
V. Arkady Kirsanov.
G. Evgeny Bazarov.
D. Pavel Petrovich Kirsanov
Problem questions: (2 questions to choose from)
Answer the question in writing (5-10 sentences)
- At first, before the text of the novel “Fathers and Sons”, an epigraph was supposed: “Young man to middle-aged man: You had content, but no power. Middle-aged man: And in you is strength without content ”How can you explain why the author removed this epigraph?
- Do you think that in the image of Bazarov the writer portrayed the hero of his time? Try to prove or disprove this statement.
- Why did Odintsova decide "not to joke with this" (refuses Bazarov)?
- Why does the novel end with the hero's death? Does this mean the death of all his ideas?
- What are the reasons tragic loneliness Bazarov in the world of people? Who is guilty?
- Is Bazarov a positive or negative hero? Why?
- Why did A.P. Chekhov consider the chapters (chapters of the novel dedicated to the death of Bazarov) “the strongest pages in the novel”?
(One question to choose from)
- « I dreamed of a gloomy, wild, big figure ... strong, vicious, honest and still doomed to death, because she still stands on the eve of the future". Is this idea of the novel realized? Turgenev's attitude towards his hero?
- The German writer Thomas Mann admitted in 1949: “If I were exiled to a desert island and could take only six books with me, then Turgenev’s Fathers and Sons would certainly be among them.”
What do you think could be the cause of such interest? How can Turgenev's novel be interesting to a reader of the middle of the 20th century? You can split the position German writer in this matter? What is the most important thing for you to find in the novel "Fathers and Sons"?
Answers
2 points | temple | A Bazarov B Odintsova To Kukshina |
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For each task 1 point (except for the second task)
Written work is evaluated on a three-point system:
3 points - The student understands the specifics of the question: he reasonably answers the question, putting forward the necessary theses, gives arguments that develop them, there are no factual errors.
2 points - the student understands the specifics of the question, but when answering, does not demonstrate sufficient validity of judgments or partially replaces reasoning with a retelling of the text or makes 1 factual error.
1 point - the student understands the task in a simplified way, his judgments are superficial, inaccurate, the answer is poorly argued, the analysis is replaced by retelling or makes 2-3 factual errors.
0 points - the student incorrectly answers a question that is not meaningfully related to the task, does not understand the essence of the question, or replaces reasoning with a retelling of the text, or makes 3 or more factual errors.
Max 26 points
Less than 7 points - "2"
15-6 points - "3"
16 - 21 points - "4"
22 - 26 points - "5"
The estate where Anna Sergeevna lived stood on a gentle open hill, not far from a yellow stone church with a green roof, white columns and al fresco paintings over the main entrance, representing the "Resurrection of Christ" in the "Italian" style. Particularly remarkable for its rounded contours was a swarthy warrior in a shishak prostrate in the foreground. Behind the church stretched in two rows a long village with here and there flickering chimneys over thatched roofs. The master's house was built in the same style as the church, in the style that is known to us under the name of Aleksandrovsky; this house was also painted yellow paint, and had a green roof, and white columns, and a pediment with a coat of arms. The provincial architect erected both buildings with the approval of the late Odintsov, who did not tolerate any empty and spontaneous, as he put it, innovations. Adjacent to the house on both sides dark trees old garden, an alley of cut fir trees led to the entrance. Our friends were met in the hall by two tall footmen in livery; one of them immediately ran after the butler. The butler, a fat man in a black frock coat, immediately appeared and directed the guests up the carpeted stairs to a special room, where there were already two beds with all toilet accessories. Order apparently reigned in the house: everything was clean, everywhere smelled of some decent smell, as if in ministerial reception rooms. Anna Sergeevna ask you to come to them in half an hour, reported the butler. Will there be any orders from you for the time being? There will be no orders, most respected, answered Bazarov, unless you deign to bring a glass of vodka. Listen, sir, said the butler, not without bewilderment, and retired, creaking his boots. What a grunge! remarked Bazarov, it seems to be what you call it? Duchess, yes, and completely. Good duchess, objected Arkady, from the first time she invited such strong aristocrats as we are with you. Especially I, the future doctor, and the doctor's son, and the deacon's grandson ... You know that I am the deacon's grandson? .. Like Speransky, Bazarov added after a short silence and curling his lips. And yet she spoiled herself; oh, how this lady spoiled herself! Shall we put on tailcoats? Arkady only shrugged his shoulder... but he, too, felt a little embarrassed. Half an hour later Bazarov and Arkady went into the living room. It was a spacious, high room, decorated quite luxuriously, but without much taste. Heavy, expensive furniture stood in its usual prim order along the walls, upholstered in brown wallpaper with gold streaks; the late Odintsov ordered her from Moscow through his friend and commission agent, a wine merchant. Above the middle sofa hung a portrait of a flabby, fair-haired man and seemed to be looking unfriendly at the guests. "Must be myself, Bazarov whispered to Arkady and, wrinkling his nose, added: Al to run away? But at that moment the hostess entered. She was wearing a light barege dress; her hair, combed smoothly behind her ears, gave a girlish expression to her clean and fresh face. Thank you for keeping your word, she began, stay with me: here, really, it’s not bad. I'll introduce you to my sister, she plays the piano well. To you, Monsieur Bazarov, it's all the same; but you, Monsieur Kirsanov, seem to love music; in addition to my sister, an old aunt lives with me, and a neighbor sometimes comes over to play cards: that's our whole society. Now let's sit down. Odintsova delivered this whole little speech with particular distinctness, as if she had learned it by heart; then she turned to Arkady. It turned out that her mother knew Arkadiev's mother and was even the confidant of her love for Nikolai Petrovich. Arkady spoke passionately about the dead woman; and Bazarov, meanwhile, began to examine the albums. “What a meek little fellow I have become,” he thought to himself. A beautiful greyhound dog with a blue collar ran into the living room, tapping its nails on the floor, and after it came a girl of about eighteen, black-haired and swarthy, with a somewhat round but pleasant face, with small dark eyes. She was holding a basket filled with flowers. Here's my Katya, said Odintsova, pointing at her with a movement of her head. Katya crouched down slightly, placed herself next to her sister, and began to sort out the flowers. The greyhound dog, whose name was Fifi, approached, wagging his tail, in turn to both guests and poked each of them with his cold nose in the hand. Did you narwhal everything yourself? asked Odintsova. Herself, answered Katya. Will auntie come to tea? Will come. When Katya spoke, she smiled very sweetly, shyly and frankly, and looked somehow amusingly sternly, from bottom to top. Everything in her was still young and green: her voice, and the fluff all over her face, and her pink hands with whitish circles on the palms, and her slightly clenched shoulders... She constantly blushed and quickly caught her breath. Odintsova turned to Bazarov. You look at the pictures out of decency, Yevgeny Vasilyich, she began. You are not interested. Move closer to us, and let's argue about something. Bazarov approached. What do you order, sir? he said. Whatever you want. I warn you that I am a terrible debater. Are you? I. It seems to surprise you. Why? Because, as far as I can tell, you have a calm and cold disposition, and passion is needed to argue. How did you manage to recognize me so soon? First of all, I am impatient and persistent, you better ask Katya; and secondly, I get carried away very easily. Bazarov looked at Anna Sergeevna. Maybe you should know better. So, you want to argue, if you please. I was looking at the views of Saxon Switzerland in your album, and you noticed that this cannot occupy me. You said this because you do not suppose in me artistic sense, yes, I really do not have it; but these species could interest me from a geological point of view, from the point of view of mountain formation, for example. Sorry; as a geologist, you are more likely to resort to a book, to a special essay, and not to a drawing. The drawing will visually represent to me what is presented in the book for ten whole pages. Anna Sergeevna was silent. And so you don’t have a bit of artistic sense? she uttered, leaning on the table and with this very movement she brought her face closer to Bazarov. How do you manage without it? And what is it for, may I ask? Yes, at least to be able to recognize and study people. Bazarov chuckled. First, there is life experience for this; and, secondly, I will report to you, to study individuals not worth the trouble. All people are similar to each other both in body and soul; each of us has a brain, a spleen, a heart, and lungs are arranged in the same way; and the so-called moral qualities the same for everyone: small modifications mean nothing. One human specimen is enough to judge all others. People that trees in the forest; no botanist will deal with every single birch. Katya, who, unhurriedly, was picking up flower after flower, raised her eyes in bewilderment to Bazarov, and, meeting his quick and careless glance, flushed up to her ears. Anna Sergeyevna shook her head. Trees in the forest, she repeated. So, in your opinion, there is no difference between stupid and smart person between good and evil? No, there is: as between the sick and the healthy. The lungs of a consumptive person are not in the same position as yours and mine, although they are arranged in the same way. We know approximately what causes bodily ailments; and moral illnesses come from bad education, from all sorts of trifles with which people's heads are stuffed from childhood, from the ugly state of society, in a word. Fix society and there will be no disease. Bazarov said all this with an air as if at the same time he was thinking to himself: “Believe me or not, it’s all the same to me!” He slowly passed his long fingers on his sideburns, and his eyes ran to the corners. And you think, Anna Sergeevna said, that when society improves, there will no longer be either stupid or evil people? At least, with the right structure of society, it will be absolutely the same whether a person is stupid or smart, evil or good. Yes, I understand; everyone will have the same spleen. Exactly so, sir. Odintsova turned to Arkady. And what is your opinion, Arkady Nikolaevich? I agree with Eugene, he answered. Katya looked at him furtively. You surprise me, gentlemen, Odintsova said, but we will still talk with you. And now, I hear my aunt is coming to drink tea; we must spare her ears. Anna Sergeevna's aunt, Princess X...I, a thin and small woman with a face compressed into a fist and fixed angry eyes under a gray overlay, entered and, barely bowing to the guests, sank into a wide velvet chair, on which no one but her had the right to sit. Katya put a bench under her feet; The old woman did not thank her, did not even look at her, only moved her hands under the yellow shawl that covered almost all of her frail body. Princess loved yellow: she had bright yellow ribbons on her cap. How did you sleep, auntie? Odintsova asked, raising her voice. That dog is here again, the old woman grumbled in response and, noticing that Fifi took two hesitant steps in her direction, exclaimed: Hurry, shy! Katya called Fifi and opened the door for her. Fifi joyfully rushed out, hoping that they would take her for a walk, but, left alone outside the door, she began to scratch and squeal. The princess frowned, Katya wanted to go out ... I think the tea is ready? said Odintsova. Gentlemen, let's go; Auntie, please have some tea. The princess silently got up from her chair and was the first to leave the drawing room. Everyone followed her into the dining room. The Cossack in livery noisily pushed away from the table a chair, lined with pillows, also cherished, into which the princess sank; Katya, pouring tea, was the first to give her a cup with a painted coat of arms. The old woman put honey into her cup (she found it sinful and expensive to drink tea with sugar, although she herself did not spend a penny on anything) and suddenly asked in a hoarse voice: And what does Prince Ivan write? Nobody answered her. Bazarov and Arkady soon realized that no one paid any attention to her, although they treated her with respect. " For sake important things are kept, because they are princely offspring, thought Bazarov ... After tea, Anna Sergeevna suggested that we go for a walk; but it began to rain, and the whole company, with the exception of the princess, returned to the drawing room. A neighbor came, a lover card game, named Porfiry Platonych, a plump, gray-haired man with short, finely chiselled legs, very polite and funny. Anna Sergeevna, who was talking more and more with Bazarov, asked him if he wanted to fight them in the old-fashioned way in preference. Bazarov agreed, saying that he needed to prepare in advance for the position of county doctor that was coming to him. Beware, Anna Sergeevna noticed, Porfiry Platony and I will smash you. And you, Katya, she added, play something for Arkady Nikolayevich; he loves music, we'll listen by the way. Katya reluctantly approached the piano; and Arkady, although he certainly loved music, reluctantly followed it: it seemed to him that Odintsova was sending him away, but in his heart, like everyone else, young man at his age, some kind of vague and agonizing sensation was already boiling up, similar to a premonition of love. Katya lifted the lid of the piano and, without looking at Arkady, said in an undertone: What do you play? Whatever you want, answered Arkady indifferently. What kind of music do you like more? Katya repeated without changing her position. Classical, Arkady answered in the same voice. Do you like Mozart? I love Mozart. Katya took out Mozart's zemolny sonata-fantasy. She played very well, although a little strict and dry. Without taking her eyes off the music, and tightly clenching her lips, she sat motionless and straight, and only towards the end of the sonata did her face flare up and a small strand of developed hair fell on a dark eyebrow. Arkady was especially struck by the last part of the sonata, that part in which, in the midst of the captivating gaiety of a careless chant, impulses of such sorrowful, almost tragic grief suddenly arise ... But the thoughts aroused in him by the sounds of Mozart did not relate to Katya. Looking at her, he only thought: "But this young lady plays well, and she herself is not bad." Having finished the sonata, Katya, without taking her hands with the keyboard, asked: "Enough?" Arkady announced that he did not dare to trouble her any more, and spoke to her about Mozart; asked her did she choose this sonata herself, or who recommended it to her? But Katya answered him in monosyllables: she hid, went into itself. When this happened to her, she did not go out soon; her very face then assumed a stubborn, almost stupid expression. She was not only timid, but distrustful and a little intimidated by her sister who had raised her, which, of course, she did not suspect. Arkady ended by calling Fifi, who had returned, to keep her, with a benevolent smile, stroking her head. Katya took up her flowers again. And meanwhile Bazarov went into remission and remission. Anna Sergeevna played cards masterfully, Porfiry Platonych could also stand up for himself. Bazarov remained at a loss, although insignificant, but still not entirely pleasant for him. At dinner, Anna Sergeevna again started talking about botany. Let's go for a walk tomorrow morning, she told him, I want to know from you Latin names field plants and their properties. What are Latin names for you? asked Bazarov. Everything needs order, she answered. What a wonderful woman Anna Sergeyevna is, exclaimed Arkady, left alone with his friend in the room allotted to them. Yes, answered Bazarov, a woman with a brain. Well, she saw the views. In what sense do you say this, Yevgeny Vasilyich? In good sense, in good, you are my father, Arkady Nikolaevich! I'm sure she manages her estate very well. But the miracle is not her, but her sister. How? is this skinny? Yes, this one is dark. It's fresh, and untouched, and timid, and silent, and whatever you want. Here's who you can do. From this, whatever you want, then you will do; and that grated kalach. Arkady did not answer Bazarov, and each of them went to bed with special thoughts in his head. And Anna Sergeevna thought about her guests that evening. She liked Bazarov for his lack of coquetry and the very harshness of his judgments. She saw something new in him that she had never encountered, and she was curious. Anna Sergeevna was pretty strange creature. Having no prejudices, not even having any strong beliefs, she did not back down from anything and did not go anywhere. She saw many things clearly, many things occupied her, and nothing completely satisfied her; indeed, she hardly wanted complete satisfaction. Her mind was inquisitive and indifferent at the same time: her doubts never subsided to forgetfulness and never grew to anxiety. If she weren’t rich and independent, she might have thrown herself into battle, she would have known passion ... But her life was easy, although she sometimes got bored, and she continued to see off day after day, slowly and only occasionally worrying. Rainbow colors sometimes lit up before her eyes, but she rested when they faded away, and did not regret them. Her imagination was even carried away beyond the limits of what, according to the laws of ordinary morality, is considered permissible; but even then her blood still rolled quietly in her charmingly slender and calm body. Sometimes, coming out of a fragrant bath, all warm and soft, she dreamed about the insignificance of life, about her grief, work and evil ... Her soul would be filled with sudden courage, boil with noble aspiration; but a through wind will blow from the half-closed window, and Anna Sergeevna will shrink all over, and complain, and almost become angry, and at that moment there is only one thing she needs: that this nasty wind not blow on her. Like all women who failed to fall in love, she wanted something without knowing what it was. Actually, she wanted nothing, although she seemed to want everything. She could hardly bear the late Odintsov (she married him by calculation, although she probably would not have agreed to become his wife if she had not considered him good man) and received a secret disgust for all men, whom she imagined to be nothing more than untidy, heavy and lethargic, impotently annoying creatures. Once she met somewhere abroad a young, handsome Swede with a chivalrous expression, with honest blue eyes under an open forehead; he made on her strong impression, but this did not prevent her from returning to Russia. “Is this doctor a strange person?” she thought, lying in her magnificent bed, on lace pillows, under a light silk blanket ... Anna Sergeevna inherited from her father a particle of his penchant for luxury. She loved her sinful but kind father very much, and he adored her, joked with her in a friendly way, as with an equal, and completely trusted her, consulted with her. She barely remembered her mother. "This doctor is strange!" she repeated to herself. She stretched, smiled, threw her hands behind her head, then skimmed through the pages of two stupid French novel, dropped the book and fell asleep, all clean and cold, in clean and fragrant linen. The next morning, Anna Sergeevna immediately after breakfast went to botanize with Bazarov and returned just before dinner; Arkady did not leave anywhere and spent about an hour with Katya. He was not bored with her, she herself volunteered to repeat to him yesterday's sonata; but when Odintsova finally returned, when he saw her, his heart sank instantly... She walked through the garden with a somewhat weary gait; her cheeks reddened and her eyes shone brighter than usual under her round straw hat. She twirled a thin stalk of a wild flower in her fingers, a light mantilla fell to her elbows, and the wide gray ribbons of her hat clung to her chest. Bazarov walked behind her, self-confidently and casually, as always, but the expression on his face, although cheerful and even affectionate, did not please Arkady. Muttering through his teeth: "Hello!" Bazarov went to his room, and Odintsova absentmindedly shook hands with Arkady and also walked past him. "Hello," thought Arkady... "Haven't we seen each other today?"
"Rakityan Agrotechnological College»
Academic discipline
Literature
Test material on the topic:
“The novel “Fathers and Sons” by I.S. Turgenev"
for 1st year students
professions 35.01.15 Electrician for the repair and maintenance of electrical equipment in agricultural production
Bukavtsova
Olga Alexandrovna
teacher of Russian language and literature
OGAOU SPO "Rakityan Agrotechnological College"
settlement Rocket, 2014
To whom did I.S. Turgenev's novel "Fathers and Sons"?
Indicate what type of COMPOSITION the author used in the novel "Fathers and Sons".
b) consistent
c) parallel
What character are you talking about:
a) V.I. Bazarov
b) Arkady Kirsanov
c) Nikolai Petrovich Kirsanov
d) Pavel Petrovich Kirsanov
What character are you talking about:
Answer: _____________________.
Match the description of the estate and the hero - the owner of this estate.
| Description of the estate: | Hero: |
| A) the estate of Nikolai Petrovich Kirsanov |
| B) the estate of Anna Sergeevna Odintsova |
| C) the house of Bazarov's parents |
Answer: 1 - ____, 2 - ____, 3 - ____.
service in the Guards
resignation
departure to Baden
arrival at the estate
departure to Dresden
arrival from his estate to the city
Find out the character of the novel from the biography presented by the main facts.
the invention of mastic
departure to Heidelberg
the study of architecture
Answer: ____________________________________
On what circles of Russian society does E. Bazarov place his hopes?
B) noble aristocracy
C) Russian patriarchal nobility
D) intelligentsia
Remember the contextual antonyms in the novel for the word "nihilist".
Which of the characters is not directly involved in the action?
c) Odintsova
d) Princess R.
11. The disputes of the heroes of the novel "Fathers and Sons" were around different issues that excited the public thought of Russia. (find the odd one):
A) about the attitude to the noble cultural heritage.
B) about art, science.
C) about the system of human behavior, about moral principles.
D) the position of the working class.
12. Determine the string love conflict in Fathers and Sons?
a) scene with Fenechka in the arbor
b) visiting Odintsova dying Bazarov
c) Bazarov's explanation of Odintsova's love
d) meeting of Bazarov and Odintsova at the governor's ball
13. Whose portrait characteristic?
Long and thin, with a broad forehead, a flat upward, downward pointed nose, large greenish eyes and drooping sandy whiskers, it was enlivened by a calm smile and expressed self-confidence and intelligence.
a) Nikolai Kirsanov
b) Pavel Kirsanov
c) Evgenia Bazarova
d) Arkady Kirsanov
14. In the lines of which characters the following proper names sound. Match the name and character.
Answer: 1 - _____, 2 - _____, 3 - _____, 4 - _______.
15. Restore the storyline of Bazarov and Arkady.
A) Odintsova's estate
B) the estate of the Bazarovs
C) the Kirsanovs' estate
16. "Color" landscape sketch, choosing from the definitions given under the line, Turgenev's.
The morning was glorious, fresh; small ____________ clouds stood like lambs on __________ azure; fine dew poured out on leaves and grasses, shone silver on cobwebs; the wet _________ earth seemed to still keep a trace of the __________ dawn; songs of larks rained down from all over the sky.
ruddy, red, motley, dark gray, bright blue, pale clear, colored, off-white, gloomy black, dark.
17. Critical article "Bazarov" wrote ________________.
18. I.S. Turgenev is deservedly called the "master of the Russian landscape." What is the nature of the landscape in the final scene (at the grave of E. Bazarov) of the novel "Fathers and Sons"?
Answer: __________________________.
19. The main conflict of the novel "Fathers and Sons" is:
A) a quarrel between E. Bazarov and P.P. Kirsanov.
B) the conflict that arose between E. Bazarov and N.P. Kirsanov
C) the struggle between bourgeois-gentry liberalism and revolutionary democrats.
D) the struggle between the liberal monarchists and the people.
20. Which of the heroes I.S. Turgeneva D.I. Pisarev gave the following description:Superbly executed caricature of a brainless progressive ».
A) Bazarov
B) P.P. Kirsanov
B) Sitnikov
D) N.P. Kirsanov
Keys:
1. V.G. Belinsky
4. Bazarov
5. 1-b, 2-c, 3-a
6. Pavel Petrovich Kirsanov
7. Kukshina
9. Aristocracy, liberalism, progress, principles.
14. 1. – b, 2 – a, 3 – a, 4 – c.
16. The morning was glorious, fresh; small variegated the clouds stood like lambs on _ pale clear azure; fine dew poured out on leaves and grasses, shone silver on cobwebs; wet dark the earth seemed to still keep a trace ruddy dawn; songs of larks poured from all over the sky
17. D.I. Pisarev.
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