“Boris. Eh, Kuligin, it is painfully difficult for me here, without a habit. Everyone looks at me somehow wildly, as if I were superfluous here, as if I were disturbing them. I don't know the customs. I understand that all this is our Russian, native, but still I can’t get used to it in any way.
Kuligin. And you'll never get used to it, sir.
Boris. From what?
Kuligin. Cruel morals, sir, in our city, cruel! In philistinism, sir, you will see nothing but rudeness and bare poverty. And we, sir, will never get out of this bark! Because honest labor will never earn us more daily bread. And whoever has money, sir, he tries to enslave the poor, so that for his free labors more money make money. Do you know what your uncle, Savel Prokofich, answered the mayor? The peasants came to the mayor to complain that he would not read any of them by the way. The mayor began to say to him: “Listen,” he says, “Savel Prokofich, you count the peasants well! Every day they come to me with a complaint!”
Your uncle patted the mayor on the shoulder and said: “Is it worth it, your honor, to talk about such trifles with you! A lot of people stay with me every year; you understand: I won’t pay them a penny more per person, I make thousands of this, that’s how it is; I'm fine!" That's how, sir! And among themselves, sir, how they live! They undermine each other's trade, and not so much out of self-interest, but out of envy. They quarrel with each other; they lure drunken clerks into their tall mansions, such, sir, clerks, that there is no human appearance on him, his human appearance is lost. And those, for a small blessing, on stamp sheets, malicious slander scribble on their neighbors. And they will begin, sir, the court and the case, and there will be no end to the torment.
They are suing, they are suing here and they will go to the province, and there they are already expected and from. clapping their hands with joy. Soon the fairy tale is told, but the deed is not soon done; they lead them, they lead, they drag them, they drag them, and they are also happy with this dragging, that's all they need. “I,” he says, “will spend money, and it will become a penny for him.” I wanted to depict all this in verses. “
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- Early XIX century. The city of Kalinov, standing on the steep bank of the Volga. In the first act of the play, the reader sees a public city garden. Here...
Life in small towns, as a rule, is notable for its complexities. First of all, they are indicated by the fact that most people know each other very well, in which case it is very difficult to follow the rules of personal life, as a rule, events of any importance become an occasion for public discussion. The second difficulty lies in the fact that life in such towns is devoid of diverse events - the discussion of gossip and their speculation is the main form of entertainment.
Kuligin's monologue:
“Cruel morals, sir, in our city, cruel! In philistinism, sir, you will see nothing but rudeness and bare poverty. And we, sir, will never get out of this bark! Because honest labor will never earn us more daily bread. And whoever has money, sir, he tries to enslave the poor, so that he can make even more money from his free labors. Do you know what your uncle, Savel Prokofich, answered the mayor? The peasants came to the mayor to complain that he would not read any of them by the way.
The mayor began to say to him: “Listen, he says, Savel Prokofich, you count the peasants well! Every day they come to me with a complaint!” Your uncle patted the mayor on the shoulder, and said: “Is it worth it, your honor, to talk about such trifles with you! A lot of people stay with me every year; you understand: I’ll underpay them for some penny per person, and I make thousands of this, so it’s good for me!
That's how, sir! And among themselves, sir, how they live! They undermine each other's trade, and not so much out of self-interest, but out of envy. They quarrel with each other; they lure drunken clerks into their tall mansions, such, sir, clerks, that there is no human appearance on him, his human appearance is lost.
And those to them, for a small blessing, on stamp sheets malicious slander scribble on their neighbors. And they will begin, sir, the court and the case, and there will be no end to the torment. They sue, they sue here, but they will go to the province, and there they are already waiting for them and splashing their hands with joy. Soon the fairy tale is told, but the deed is not soon done; lead them, lead them, drag them, drag them; and they are also happy with this dragging, that's all they need. “I, he says, will spend money, and it will become a penny for him.” I wanted to depict all this in verse ... "
We suggest that you familiarize yourself with the play "Thunderstorm" by Ostrovsky.
Outcome: The city of Kalinov, where the main events take place, has a dual nature - on the one hand, the natural landscape sets up a positive perception and mood of visitors, but true position things are far from this truth. The inhabitants of Kalinov are deprived of tolerance and humanity. And so life in this city is complex and specific. The description of the nature of the city contrasts sharply with the essence of its inhabitants. Greed and love for squabbles nullify all natural beauty.
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Original:
Kuligin. And you'll never get used to it, sir.
Boris. From what?
Kuligin. Cruel morals, sir, in our city, cruel! In philistinism, sir, you will see nothing but rudeness and bare poverty. And we, sir, will never get out of this bark! Because honest labor will never earn us more daily bread. And whoever has money, sir, he tries to enslave the poor, so that he can make even more money from his free labors. Do you know what your uncle, Savel Prokofich, answered the mayor? The peasants came to the mayor to complain that he would not read any of them by the way. The mayor began to say to him: “Listen, he says, Savel Prokofich, you count the peasants well! Every day they come to me with a complaint!” Your uncle patted the mayor on the shoulder, and said: “Is it worth it, your honor, to talk about such trifles with you! A lot of people stay with me every year; you understand: I’ll underpay them for some penny per person, and I make thousands of this, so it’s good for me! That's how, sir! And among themselves, sir, how they live! They undermine each other's trade, and not so much out of self-interest, but out of envy. They quarrel with each other; they lure drunken clerks into their tall mansions, such, sir, clerks, that there is no human appearance on him, his human appearance is lost. And those to them, for a small blessing, on stamp sheets malicious slander scribble on their neighbors. And they will begin, sir, the court and the case, and there will be no end to the torment. They sue, they sue here, but they will go to the province, and there they are already waiting for them and splashing their hands with joy. Soon the fairy tale is told, but the deed is not soon done; lead them, lead them, drag them, drag them; and they are also happy with this dragging, that's all they need. “I, he says, will spend money, and it will become a penny for him.” I wanted to describe all this in verses ...
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Cruel manners, sir, in our city. cruel
In philistinism, the world is ruled by people who are not at all distant
Full full of rudeness worse than in the life of the capital
You will not see anything but bare poverty.
You will never be able to get out of this bark:
Hope ... many have it, but only for the time being
All who are honest will not earn daily food,
And whoever has money in his pocket is the owner of the poor,
On whose labors he will drink hard and feast,
It is beautiful to live and make even more money.
To tell you how your wild uncle managed to answer,
Savel Prokofich looking with kind eyes to the mayor?
“Listen, brother, you calculate the peasants well.
Every day they come to me with complaints in a small way.
Answer: is it worth it for us to talk about trifles.
They don’t need a penny, that five - I make capital
And among themselves, dear sir, how they live:
They tear their throats, they sell themselves, they strangle trade
They undermine each other, do not hide,
What war is coming from the edge of envy ... they successfully lure
In their high mansions of drunken clerks,
On which there is no human appearance, and such
That lost their appearance. On stamp sheets
Malicious slanders scribble on neighbors and relatives
They sue, they sue and there is no end to stupid disputes
The results of these processes, except for conversations,
How they will go to the province for the truth, an important thing
- They are waiting for them there, clapping their hands with joy.
Soon the fairy tale is being told, but the case is in a hurry
Not good: they are dragged like animal tails,
And they are happy about that, they bell unnecessarily ...
A very strange everyday life: “I will spend money - to speak
“Yes, he will become a penny”
... wanted to portray in verse
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