Dubrovsky
depraved old man - decide on a cruel explanation; say that if he remains implacable, then ... then you will find terrible protection ... say that wealth will not bring you a single moment of happiness; luxury comforts only poverty, and then out of habit for a moment; do not lag behind him, do not be afraid of either his anger or threats - as long as there is even a shadow of hope, for God's sake, do not lag behind. If there is no other way...
Here Dubrovsky covered his face with his hands, he seemed to be suffocating - Masha was crying ...
“My poor, poor fate,” he said, sighing bitterly. - I would give my life for you, to see you from afar, to touch your hand was rapture for me. And when the opportunity opens up for me to press you to my worried heart and say: Angel will die! poor, I must beware of bliss - I must keep it away with all my might ... I do not dare to fall at your feet, thank heaven for an incomprehensible undeserved reward. Oh, how I must hate that one - but I feel - now there is no place for hatred in my heart.
He quietly embraced her slender figure and quietly drew her to his heart. Trustingly she bowed her head on the shoulder of the young robber. Both were silent.
Time flew. "It's time," Masha finally said. Dubrovsky seemed to wake up from sleep. He took her hand and placed the ring on her finger.
“If you decide to resort to me,” he said, “then bring the ring here, lower it into the hollow of this oak tree - I will know what to do.”
Dubrovsky kissed her hand and disappeared between the trees.
CHAPTER XVI.
The courtship of Prince Vereisky was no longer a secret for the neighborhood - Kirila Petrovich received congratulations, the wedding was being prepared. Masha postponed the decisive announcement day by day. Meanwhile, her treatment of her old fiancé was cold and forced. The prince didn't care. He did not bother about love, pleased with her silent consent.
But time passed. Masha finally decided to act - and wrote a letter to Prince Vereisky; she tried to arouse in his heart a feeling of generosity, frankly confessed that she had not the slightest affection for him, begged him to refuse her hand and protect her himself from the power of a parent. She quietly handed the letter to Prince Vereisky, who read it in private and was not in the least touched by the frankness of his bride. On the contrary, he saw the need to speed up the wedding and for this he considered it necessary to show the letter to his future father-in-law.
Kirila Petrovich went berserk; the prince could hardly persuade him not to show Masha and the mind that he was notified of her letter. Kirila Petrovich agreed not to tell her about it, but decided not to waste time and appointed the wedding for the next day. The prince found this very prudent, went to his bride, told her that the letter saddened him very much, but that he hoped to earn her affection in the present, that the thought of losing her was too hard for him, and that he was unable to agree to his death sentence. After this, he respectfully kissed her hand and left without saying a word to her about Kiril Petrovich's decision.
But hardly
The novel "Dubrovsky" is a masterpiece Russian prose. It was written by our genius of all times - Pushkin Alexander Sergeevich. The events take place in the first half of the 19th century, the novel tells about the life of two quarreling landowners, Troekurov and Dubrovsky, whose children passionately fell in love with each other, but could not be together. Because of the greed of Troekurov, who married off his daughter to the old rich man Vereisky, the destinies of three people were destroyed. What was Vereisky's attitude towards Masha? And what connected her with Dubrovsky Jr.? Let's try to find out.
The attitude of Dubrovsky and Vereisky to Masha. Was there love?
Maria and Vladimir fell in love with each other despite all the circumstances. She inflamed passion for him after the courage he showed in the scene with the bear, but then the girl did not yet know that it was Vladimir himself, and not the French teacher, whom he introduced himself initially. And the younger Dubrovsky himself fell in love with her literally at first sight, changing his mind about taking revenge on Troekurov for his father.
Young handsome man who used to lead wild image life and played cards, now fell in love, forgetting about his past.
Ill-fated marriage
Vereisky's attitude towards Masha was different: he was content with the fact that the young wife was his "decoration", despite her tears and requests not to marry.
The prince is very narcissistic, does not want to change his lifestyle for the sake of a young beauty (the situation when he refused to go for a walk with her, referring to poor health and dirt). Probably their own bad habits he will not leave, because he is no longer young and used to living his own way.
Father did not want to see Vereisky's attitude towards Masha. He was worried about the financial well-being of the prince, and not his love for his only daughter.
Like in the movies…
The attitude of Dubrovsky and Vereisky towards Masha is best shown in the serial film "Dubrovsky", which was released in 1988.
The prince was played by an unsurpassed man who was able to portray an intelligent, modest, slightly cowardly and completely indifferent to the experiences of his young wife. He is sure that the girl will love him over time or just get used to it - feelings are not important to him.
Vladimir performed by Mikhail Efremov is depicted as a noble, ambitious, strong man. He abandoned his insidious plans for revenge on Troekurov, his bright feelings for Masha crossed out all the accumulated anger at the enemy and forced him to listen to his heart.
The beauty perfectly got used to the role of Masha, making her cry with her over the final scene of the film, when Dubrovsky intercepted the carriage of the already married Vereiskys.
Vereisky's attitude towards Masha can hardly be called love. Rather, a kind of complacency of the old rich man. It is a pity that Maria could not, forgetting about everything, run to Vladimir. But then it would be a completely different story...
The matchmaking of Prince Vereisky was no longer a secret for the neighborhood - Kirila Petrovich received congratulations, the wedding was being prepared. Masha postponed the decisive announcement day by day. Meanwhile, her treatment of her old fiancé was cold and forced. The prince didn't care. He did not bother about love, pleased with her silent consent.
But time passed. Masha finally decided to act - and wrote a letter to Prince Vereisky; she tried to arouse in his heart a feeling of generosity, frankly confessed that she had not the slightest affection for him, begged him to refuse her hand and protect her himself from the power of a parent. She quietly handed the letter to Prince Vereisky, who read it in private and was not in the least touched by the frankness of his bride. On the contrary, he saw the need to speed up the wedding and for this he considered it necessary to show the letter to his future father-in-law.
Kirila Petrovich went berserk; the prince could hardly persuade him not to show Masha and the mind that he was notified of her letter. Kirila Petrovich agreed not to tell her about it, but decided not to waste time and appointed the wedding for the next day. The prince found this very prudent, went to his bride, told her that the letter saddened him very much, but that he hoped to earn her affection in the present, that the thought of losing her was too hard for him, and that he was unable to agree to his death sentence. After this, he respectfully kissed her hand and left without saying a word to her about Kiril Petrovich's decision.
But as soon as he left the yard, her father came in and bluntly ordered her to be ready for the next day. Marya Kirilovna, already agitated by Prince Vereisky's explanation, burst into tears and threw herself at her father's feet. “Daddy,” she cried in a plaintive voice, “daddy, don’t ruin me, I don’t love the prince, I don’t want to be his wife ...
“What does that mean,” Kirila Petrovich said menacingly, “until now you have been silent and agreed, but now that everything has been decided, you have taken it into your head to be capricious and renounce. Don’t fool around; you won't win anything with me.
“Don’t ruin me,” poor Masha repeated, “for which you drive me away from you, and give me to an unloved person, are you tired of me, I want to stay with you as before. Papa, you will be sad without me, even sadder when you think that I am unhappy, papa: don't force me, I don't want to get married...
Kirila Petrovich was touched, but he concealed his embarrassment and, pushing her away, said sternly:
“It's all nonsense, you hear. I know better than you what is needed for your happiness. Tears will not help you, the day after tomorrow will be your wedding.
“The day after tomorrow,” cried Masha, “my God! No, no, it's impossible, it can't be. Papa, listen, if you have already decided to destroy me, then I will find a protector that you don’t even think about, you will see, you will be horrified at what you have brought me to.
- What? What? - said Troekurov, - threats! Threats to me, impudent girl! “Yes, do you know that I will do with you what you do not even imagine. You dare to scare me as a defender. Let's see who this defender will be.
“Vladimir Dubrovsky,” answered Masha in despair.
Kirila Petrovich thought she had gone mad, and looked at her in astonishment. “Good,” he said to her, after some silence, “wait for whoever you want to be your deliverer, and for the time being sit in this room, you won’t leave it until the wedding itself.” With that word, Kirila Petrovich went out and locked the doors behind him.
The poor girl wept for a long time, imagining everything that awaited her, but a stormy explanation lightened her soul, and she could more calmly talk about her fate and what she had to do. The main thing was for her: to get rid of a hated marriage; The fate of the robber's wife seemed to her a paradise in comparison with the lot prepared for her. She glanced at the ring left for her by Dubrovsky. She ardently wished to see him alone and once again before the decisive moment to consult for a long time. A presentiment told her that in the evening she would find Dubrovsky in the garden, near the pavilion; she made up her mind to go and wait for him there, as soon as it was getting dark. It was getting dark - Masha got ready, but her door was locked. The maid answered her from behind the door that Kirila Petrovich had not ordered her to be let out. She was under arrest. Deeply offended, she sat down under the window, and deep night sat without undressing, motionless looking at dark sky. At dawn, she dozed off, but her thin sleep was disturbed by sad visions and rays rising sun already woke her up.
CHAPTER XVII.
She woke up, and with her first thought, the whole horror of her situation presented itself to her. She called, the girl came in and answered her questions, that Kirila Petrovich went to Arbatovo in the evening and returned late, that he gave strict orders not to let her out of her room and to see that no one spoke to her - which, however, did not show any special preparations for the wedding, except that the priest was ordered not to leave the village under any pretext. After this news, the girl left Marya Kirilovna and locked the doors again.
Her words hardened the young recluse - her head was boiling - her blood was agitated - she decided to let Dubrovsky know about everything and began to look for a way to send the ring into the hollow of the cherished oak; at that moment a pebble hit her window, the glass rang, and Marya Kirilovna looked into the yard and saw little Sasha making her secret signs. She knew his affection and rejoiced at him. She opened the window.
“Hello, Sasha,” she said, “why are you calling me?” - I came, sister, to ask you if you need anything. Papa is angry and forbade the whole house to obey you, but tell me to do what you want, and I will do everything for you.
- Thank you, my dear Sasha, listen: do you know the old oak tree with a hollow that is near the gazebo?
- I know, sister.
- So if you love me, run there as soon as possible, and put this ring in the hollow, but see that no one sees you.
With that, she tossed him the ring and locked the window.
The boy picked up the ring, started running with all his might - and in three minutes he found himself at the treasured tree. Here he stopped, panting, looked around in all directions and put the ring in the hollow. Having finished the business safely, he was about to inform Marya Kirilovna about it at the same time, when suddenly a red-haired and slanting ragged boy flashed from behind the arbor, rushed to the oak and thrust his hand into the hollow. Sasha, faster than a squirrel, rushed to him and caught hold of him with both hands.
- What are you doing here? he said sternly.
– What do you care? – answered the boy, trying to free himself from him.
- Leave this ring, red hare, - Sasha shouted, - or I will teach you a lesson in my own way.
Instead of answering, he hit him in the face with his fist, but Sasha did not let him go - and shouted at the top of his voice: - Thieves, thieves - here, here ...
The boy struggled to get rid of him. He was apparently two years older than Sasha, and much stronger than him, but Sasha was more evasive. They fought for several minutes, finally the red-haired boy overcame. He threw Sasha to the ground and grabbed him by the throat.
But at that moment a strong hand seized his red and bristly hair, and the gardener Stepan lifted him half an arshin off the ground...
“Oh, you red-haired beast,” said the gardener, “but how dare you beat the little master ...
Sasha managed to jump up and recover. “You grabbed me by the snares,” he said, “otherwise you would never have knocked me down. Give me the ring now and get out.
“It’s not like that,” answered the redhead, and suddenly turning over in one place, freed his bristles from Stepanova’s hand. Then he started to run, but Sasha caught up with him, pushed him in the back, and the boy fell from all legs - the gardener grabbed him again and tied him with a sash.
- Give me the ring!
“Wait, master,” said Stepan, “we will bring him to the clerk for reprisal.”
The gardener led the prisoner to the manor's yard, and Sasha accompanied him, glancing anxiously at his trousers, torn and stained with greenery. Suddenly all three found themselves in front of Kiril Petrovich, who was going to inspect his stable.
- What's this? he asked Stepan.
Stepan in short words described the whole incident. Kirila Petrovich listened to him with attention.
“You rake,” he said, turning to Sasha, “why did you contact him?”
- He stole a ring from the hollow, papa, order me to give the ring back.
- What ring, from what hollow?
- Give me Marya Kirilovna ... yes, that ring ...
Sasha was embarrassed, confused. Kirila Petrovich frowned, and said, shaking his head:
- Here Marya Kirilovna got confused. Confess to everything, or I'll rip you off with a rod that you won't even recognize your own.
- By God, papa, I, papa - - Marya Kirilovna did not order anything from me, papa.
- Stepan, go and cut me a pretty, fresh birch rod.
- Wait, daddy, I'll tell you everything. Today I was running around the yard, and sister Marya Kirilovna opened the window - and I ran up - and the sister did not intentionally drop the ring, and I hid it in a hollow, and ... and ... this red-haired boy wanted to steal the ring.
- I didn’t drop it on purpose, but you wanted to hide it - - Stepan, go get the rods.
- Daddy, wait, I'll tell you everything. Sister Marya Kirilovna told me to run to the oak tree and put the ring in the hollow, and I ran and put the ring in - and this nasty boy ...
Kirila Petrovich turned to the bad boy and asked him menacingly:
- Whose are you?
“I am a servant of the Dubrovskys,” answered the red-haired boy.
Kiril Petrovich's face darkened.
“You don’t seem to recognize me as a master, good,” he answered. What were you doing in my garden?
“He stole raspberries,” the boy answered with great indifference.
- Yeah, a servant to the master: what is the priest, such is the parish, but does raspberry grow on my oaks?
The boy didn't answer.
“Daddy, order him to hand over the ring,” Sasha said.
"Be quiet, Alexander," answered Kirila Petrovich, "don't forget that I'm going to deal with you." Go to your room. You - oblique - you seem to me a small miss. Give back the ring and go home.
The boy opened his fist and showed that there was nothing in his hand.
- If you confess everything to me, I won’t whip you, I’ll give you another nickel for nuts. Not that, I will do with you what you do not expect. Well!
The boy did not answer a word and stood with his head bowed and assuming the look of a real fool.
“Good,” said Kirila Petrovich, “lock him up somewhere, and see that he doesn’t run away, or I’ll skin the whole house.”
Stepan took the boy to the dovecote, locked him there, and put the old poultry-keeper Agafia to look after him.
- Now go to the city for the police officer, - said Kirila Petrovich, following the boy with his eyes, - but as soon as possible.
“There is no doubt about it. She kept in touch with the accursed Dubrovsky. But did she really call him for help? thought Kirila Petrovich, pacing up and down the room, whistling angrily: The thunder of victory. - Maybe. maybe I finally found on his hot tracks, and he will not dodge us. We will use this opportunity. Chu! bell, thank God, this is a police officer.
“Hey, bring the kid that was caught here.
In the meantime, the cart drove into the yard, and the police officer, already familiar to us, entered the room, covered with dust.
“Glorious news,” Kirila Petrovich told him, “I caught Dubrovsky.
“Thank God, Your Excellency,” said the police officer with an air of delight, “where is he?”
- That is, not Dubrovsky, but one of his gang. Now he will be brought. He will help us catch the ataman himself. Here they brought him.
The police officer, who was waiting for the formidable robber, was amazed to see a 13-year-old boy, rather weak in appearance. He turned to Kiril Petrovich in bewilderment and waited for an explanation. Kirila Petrovich immediately began to recount the morning's incident, without, however, mentioning Marya Kirilovna.
The police officer listened to him attentively, glancing from moment to moment at the little scoundrel, who, pretending to be a fool, seemed not to pay any attention to everything that was going on around him.
“Allow me, Your Excellency, to talk to you in private,” said the police officer at last.
Kirila Petrovich led him into another room and locked the door behind him.
Half an hour later they went out again into the hall, where the slave awaited the decision of his fate.
- The master wanted, - the police officer told him, - to put you in a city prison, whip you and then send you to a settlement - but I stood up for you and begged for your forgiveness. - Untie him.
The boy was untied.
“Thank the master,” said the police officer. The boy went up to Kiril Petrovich and kissed his hand.
“Go home to yourself,” Kirila Petrovich told him, “but don’t steal raspberries in the hollows ahead.”
The boy went out, merrily jumped off the porch, and set off at a run without looking back across the field to Kistenevka. Having reached the village, he stopped at a dilapidated hut, the first from the edge, and knocked on the window - the window went up, and the old woman appeared. “Grandma, bread,” the boy said, “I haven’t eaten anything since morning, I’m dying of hunger.”
“Ah, it’s you, Mitya, but where have you been, you imp,” answered the old woman.
“I’ll tell you later, grandma, for God’s sake.” - Yes, come into the hut. - Once, grandmother, - I need to run to one more place. Bread, for Christ's sake, bread. “What a fidget,” the old woman grumbled, “here, here’s a slice for you,” and she thrust a slice of black bread into the window. The boy greedily bit him and chewing instantly went on.
It was starting to get dark. Mitya made his way through the barns and vegetable gardens to the Kistenevskaya grove. Having reached two pines, standing as the advanced guards of the grove, he stopped, looked around in all directions, whistled with a piercing and abrupt whistle, and began to listen; a light and prolonged whistle was heard in response to him, someone came out of the grove and approached him.
CHAPTER XVIII
Kirila Petrovich paced up and down the hall, whistling his song louder than usual; the whole house was in motion - the servants were running, the girls were bustling about - in the barn the coachmen were laying the carriage - the yard was crowded with people. In the young lady's dressing room, in front of a mirror, a lady, surrounded by maids, was cleaning the pale, motionless Marya Kirilovna, her head bowed languidly under the weight of diamonds, she trembled slightly when an incautious hand pricked her, but was silent, staring senselessly into the mirror.
- Soon? Kiril Petrovich's voice rang out at the door. - This minute, - answered the lady, - Marya Kirilovna, get up, take a look; is it good? Marya Kirilovna got up and made no answer. The doors opened. “The bride is ready,” the lady said to Kiril Petrovich, “order to get into the carriage.” - With God, - answered Kirila Petrovich, and taking the image from the table, - come to me, Masha, - he said to her in a touched voice, - I bless you ... - A poor girl fell at his feet and sobbed. “Papa… papa…” she said in tears, and her voice died away. Kirila Petrovich hurried to bless her - they lifted her up and almost carried her into the carriage. The planted mother sat down with her - and one of the maids. They went to church. There the groom was already waiting for them. He went out to meet the bride, and was struck by her pallor and strange appearance. Together they entered the cold, empty church - the doors were locked behind them. The priest left the altar and immediately began. Marya Kirilovna saw nothing, heard nothing, thought of one thing, from the very morning she had been waiting for Dubrovsky, her hope had not left her for a moment, but when the priest turned to her with the usual questions, she shuddered and fainted - but still hesitated, still expected ; the priest, without waiting for her answer, uttered irrevocable words.
The rite was over. She felt the cold kiss of her unloving husband, she heard funny congratulations present, and still could not believe that her life was forever chained, that Dubrovsky had not flown to free her. The prince turned to her with affectionate words, she did not understand them, they left the church, peasants from Pokrovsky crowded on the porch. Her gaze quickly ran around them - and again showed its former insensibility. The young people got into the carriage together and drove to Arbatovo, Kirila Petrovich had already gone there in order to meet the young people there. Alone with his young wife, the prince was not in the least embarrassed by her cold appearance. He did not bother her with cloying explanations and ridiculous delights, His words were simple and did not require answers. In this way they traveled about 10 versts, the horses rushed quickly over the hummocks of the country road, and the carriage hardly swayed on its English springs. Suddenly there were shouts of pursuit, the carriage stopped, a crowd of armed people surrounded it, and a man in a half-mask, opening the doors from the side where the young princess was sitting, said to her: - You are free, get out. - What does this mean, - the prince shouted, - who are you? .. - This is Dubrovsky, - said the princess. The prince, without losing his presence of mind, took out a traveling pistol from his side pocket and fired at the masked robber. The princess screamed, and in horror covered her face with both hands. Dubrovsky was wounded in the shoulder, blood appeared. The prince, without losing a moment, took out another pistol, but he was not given time to fire, the doors opened, and several strong hands dragged him out of the carriage and snatched the pistol from him. Knives flashed over him. - Don't touch him! Dubrovsky shouted, and his gloomy accomplices retreated. “You are free,” continued Dubrovsky, turning to the pale princess. “No,” she answered. - It's too late - I'm married, I'm the wife of Prince Vereisky. - What are you saying, - Dubrovsky shouted in despair, - no, you are not his wife, you were forced, you could never agree ... - I agreed, I took an oath, - she objected firmly, - my prince is my husband, order to release him, and leave me with him. I didn't cheat. I was waiting for you until the last minute ... But now, I tell you, now it's too late. Let us go.
But Dubrovsky no longer heard her, the pain of the wound and violent disturbances souls - deprived him of his strength. He fell at the wheel, the robbers surrounded him. He managed to say a few words to them, they put him on horseback, two of them supported him, the third took the horse by the mouth, and everyone rode aside, leaving the carriage in the middle of the road, the people tied up, the horses harnessed, but not plundering anything and not spilling a single drops of blood, in vengeance for the blood of his chieftain.
In the middle of a dense forest on a narrow lawn rose a small earthen fortification, consisting of a rampart and a moat, behind which there were several huts and dugouts.
In the yard, a multitude of people, who, by the variety of clothes and by the general armament, could immediately be recognized as robbers, dined, sitting without hats, near the fraternal cauldron. On the rampart near the small cannon sat a sentry with his legs tucked under him; he inserted a patch into some part of his clothes, owning a needle and art that exposes an experienced tailor - and constantly looked in all directions.
Although a certain ladle passed from hand to hand several times, a strange silence reigned in this crowd - the robbers dined, one after the other got up and prayed to God, some dispersed to their huts, while others dispersed through the forest - or lay down to sleep, according to the Russian custom.
The sentry finished his work, shook out his junk, admired the patch, pinned a needle to his sleeve - sat on the cannon astride and sang at the top of his throat a melancholy old song:
Don't make noise, mother green dubrovushka,
Don't bother me, young man, to think.
At that moment the door of one of the huts opened, and an old woman in a white cap, neatly and primly dressed, appeared at the threshold.
“Enough for you, Styopka,” she said angrily, “the master is resting, and you know you bawl - you have neither conscience nor pity.
“I’m sorry, Yegorovna,” Styopka answered, “okay, I won’t do it again, let him, our father, rest and get better.”
The old woman left, and Styopka began to pace along the rampart.
In the hut from which the old woman emerged, behind a partition, the wounded Dubrovsky was lying on a camp bed. In front of him on the table lay his pistols, and his saber hung in his head. The dugout was covered and hung with rich carpets, in the corner there was a women's silver toilet and a dressing table. Dubrovsky held an open book in his hand, but his eyes were closed. And the old woman, looking at him from behind the partition, could not know whether he had fallen asleep or was just thinking.
Suddenly Dubrovsky shuddered—the fortification became alarmed—and Styopka stuck his head in through the window towards him. “Father, Vladimir Andreevich,” he shouted, “our sign is being given, they are looking for us. Dubrovsky jumped out of bed, grabbed a weapon, and left the hut. Robbers crowded noisily in the yard, at his appearance there was a deep silence.
Is everyone here? Dubrovsky asked.
“Everyone except the sentinels,” they answered him.
- In places! Dubrovsky shouted.
And the robbers each took a certain place. At this time, three sentinels ran to the gate - Dubrovsky went to meet them.
- What's happened? he asked them.
“Soldiers in the forest,” they answered, “we are surrounded.
Dubrovsky ordered the gates to be locked, and he himself went to inspect the cannon. Several voices resounded through the forest - and they began to approach - the robbers waited in silence. Suddenly, three or four soldiers appeared from the forest - and immediately leaned back, letting their comrades know with shots. “Prepare for battle,” said Dubrovsky, and there was a rustle among the robbers—everything was quiet again. Then they heard the sound of an approaching team, weapons flashed between the trees, about a hundred and fifty soldiers poured out of the forest and rushed to the rampart with a cry. Dubrovsky put a wick, the shot was successful: one was blown off his head, two were wounded. There was confusion among the soldiers, but the officer rushed forward, the soldiers followed him and fled into the ditch; the robbers fired at them with rifles and pistols, and with axes in their hands they began to defend the shaft, on which the frenzied soldiers climbed, leaving twenty wounded comrades in the ditch. Hand-to-hand combat ensued - the soldiers were already on the rampart - the robbers began to give way, but Dubrovsky, approaching the officer, put a pistol to his chest and fired, the officer burst on his back, several soldiers picked him up and hurriedly carried him into the forest, others, having lost their commander, stopped. Encouraged robbers took advantage of this moment of bewilderment, crushed them, forced them into a ditch, the besiegers ran - the robbers rushed after them with a cry. The victory was decided. Dubrovsky, relying on the perfect disorder of the enemy, stopped his own, and locked himself in the fortress, ordering to pick up the wounded, doubling the guards and ordering no one to leave.
Recent incidents have already drawn the attention of the government to Dubrovsky's daring robberies in earnest. Information was collected about his whereabouts. A company of soldiers was sent to take him dead or alive. They caught several people from his gang and learned from them that Dubrovsky was not among them. A few days after ... .. he gathered all his accomplices, announced to them that he intended to leave them forever, advised them to change their lifestyle. “You have grown rich under my command, each of you has the air with which he can safely make his way to some remote province and there spend the rest of his life in honest labor and in abundance. But you are all scammers and you probably won't want to leave your craft. - After this speech, he left them, taking one ** with him. Nobody knew where he had gone. At first, they doubted the truth of these testimonies - the commitment of the robbers to the chieftain was known. It was believed that they were trying to save him. But the consequences justified them - formidable visits, fires and robberies stopped. The roads have become free. According to other news, they learned that Dubrovsky had fled abroad.
The composition of a student of grade 6a GBOU secondary school No. 538 Maria Kuritsyna
Subject: The love story of Vladimir Dubrovsky and Masha Troekurova
The novel "Dubrovsky" was created by Pushkin in 1832 - 1833. The name does not belong to Pushkin - it was given by the publishers by the name of the protagonist. The plot of this work was based on the story of Pushkin's close friend P.V. Nashchokin.
At the beginning of the novel, we see the development of relations between two neighbors - Kirila Petrovich Troekurov and Andrei Gavrilovich Dubrovsky.
Kirila Petrovich comes from a noble family. His wealth and connections provided him with great weight in the province where his estate was located. Ethical barriers are unfamiliar to Troekurov.
His neighbor, Andrei Gavrilovich, on the contrary, is a man who has the qualities inherent in the old aristocracy: he honors honor, dignity, duty above personal benefits.
Troekurov and Dubrovsky belong to the same generation and are bound by bonds of friendship based on common interests and hobbies. Troekurov does not even mind sealing their friendship with the marriage of their children to Dubrovsky.
However, the neighbors quarrel over the ridicule of the kennel Troekurov over Dubrovsky. The case goes to court. Troekurov arbitrates the last family estate Dubrovskikh - Kistenevka. In connection with these sad events, Andrei Gavrilovich's health has been undermined to such an extent that he is dying ...
Appears on the stage new character- Vladimir Dubrovsky, son of Andrei Gavrilovich. After tragic death Father Vladimir loses everything. He decides to take revenge on the one whom he considers his sworn enemy - Troekurov.
Under the name of the French teacher Deforge, Dubrovsky enters Troekurov's house. He is attracted by the daughter of Kirila Petrovich Masha - a young, romantic girl. Masha also likes the bold Frenchman.
After some time, Vladimir confesses his love to Masha and tells her about his plans to take revenge on Troekurov. He also explains that he overcame his revenge and decided to come to terms - everyone who is connected with Masha by blood ties is sacred to him. Dubrovsky offers Masha his help and patronage.
The girl is frightened by her feelings for Dubrovsky. They are kindred spirits, but they have different origin and position in society.
At this time, Kirila Petrovich finds a groom for his daughter - the old prince of Vereisky. The courtship of the prince leads Masha to despair. Marriage with him she perceives as a dead end, like death. She tries to find help from Vladimir, but Dubrovsky does not have time to come to the rescue of Masha, and the wedding with the hated prince still takes place. By the time Dubrovsky arrives for Masha, the wedding has already taken place. Masha cannot break the oath given to the prince, Vladimir falls into despair, and the heroes part - probably forever ...
I feel sorry for Dubrovsky, the elder. He brought up good son However, the position in society determines everything.
I am very sorry for Vladimir Dubrovsky, as he lost everything in his life: his father, native home, a girlfriend, perhaps even freedom. Dubrovsky - honest and noble man, but these qualities of him cannot be applied in society, since he is poor.
I sympathize with Masha Troekurova. Her father is not interested in her daughter's wishes at all. He pursues only his own benefit - he gives the girl in marriage to Prince Vereisky. And Masha, like a good and obedient daughter, obeys her father.
It seems to me that the novel "Dubrovsky" was written in order to denounce the bad morals that reign in noble society first half of XIX century.
