He had two stories. One of its own, which no one knew about. The other is the one that my grandfather told. Then none remained. This is what we're talking about.
That year he was seven years old, he was eighth. First, a briefcase was purchased. A black leatherette briefcase with a shiny metal clasp that slides under the shackle. With slip pocket for small items. In a word, an unusual most ordinary school bag. This is probably where it all started.
Grandfather bought it in a visiting car shop. The truck shop, driving around with the goods of cattle breeders in the mountains, sometimes looked at them at the forest cordon, in the San-Tashskaya pad.
From here, from the cordon, along the gorges and slopes, the reserved mountain forest. There are only three families on the cordon. But still, from time to time, the mobile shop visited the foresters.
The only boy in all three yards, he was always the first to notice the mobile shop.
- It's coming! he shouted, running to the doors and windows. - The car-shop is coming!
The wheel road made its way here from the coast of Issyk-Kul, all the time through the gorge, the river bank, all the time over stones and potholes. It was not very easy to drive on such a road. Having reached the Karaulnaya mountain, it climbed from the bottom of the gorge to the slope and from there it went down a steep and bare slope for a long time to the yards of the foresters. Karaulnaya Gora is very close - in the summer almost every day the boy ran there to look at the lake with binoculars. And there, on the road, you can always see everything at a glance - both on foot and on horseback, and, of course, a car.
That time - and this happened in a hot summer - the boy was swimming in his dam and from here he saw how dusty the car was on the slope. The dam was on the edge of the river bank, on a pebble. It was built by my grandfather from stones. If not for this dam, who knows, maybe the boy would not have been alive for a long time. And, as the grandmother said, the river would have washed his bones long ago and carried them straight to Issyk-Kul, and fish and every water creature would have looked at them there. And no one would look for him and kill himself on him - because there is nothing to climb into the water and because it does not hurt anyone who needs him. So far this has not happened. And if it happened, who knows, the grandmother, maybe, really would not have rushed to save. He would still be her own, otherwise, she says, a stranger. And a stranger is always a stranger, no matter how much you feed him, no matter how much you follow him. Alien ... And what if he does not want to be a stranger? And why exactly should he be considered a stranger? Maybe not he, but the grandmother herself is a stranger?
But more about that later, and about the grandfather's dam, too, later...
So, he then saw a mobile shop, it was descending from the mountain, and behind it, along the road, dust swirled behind. And so he was delighted, he knew for sure that a briefcase would be bought for him. He immediately jumped out of the water, quickly pulled his pants over his skinny thighs, and, still wet himself, turning blue - the water in the river was cold - ran along the path to the yard in order to be the first to announce the arrival of the mobile shop. The boy ran quickly, jumping over bushes and running around boulders, if he could not jump over them, he did not linger for a second anywhere - neither near tall grasses, nor near stones, although he knew that they were not at all simple.
They could be offended and even turn their legs. “The car-shop has arrived. I'll come later," he said on the move to "The Lying Camel" - that's how he called the red, hunchbacked granite, chest-deep in the ground. Usually a boy didn't pass by without patting his Camel on the back. He clapped it in a businesslike way, like the grandfather of his bob-tailed gelding, so casually, casually: you, they say, wait, and I’ll be away here on business. He had a boulder "Saddle" - half white, half black, piebald stone with a saddle, where you could sit on horseback, like on a horse. There was also a stone "Wolf" - very similar to a wolf, brown, with gray hair, with a powerful scruff and heavy forehead. He crawled up to him and took aim. But the most favorite stone is "Tank", an indestructible block near the river on the washed-out bank. So wait, the “Tank” will rush from the shore and go, and the river will boil, boil with white breakers. After all, tanks in the cinema go like this: from the shore into the water - and they went ... The boy rarely saw films and therefore remembered what he saw. Grandfather sometimes took his grandson to the cinema at the state farm breeding farm in a neighboring tract beyond the mountain. That's why the "Tank" appeared on the shore, always ready to rush across the river. There were also others - "harmful" or "good" stones, and even "cunning" and "stupid".
Among the plants, too - "favorite", "brave", "fearful", "evil" and all sorts of others. The prickly bodyak, for example, is the main enemy. The boy fought with him dozens of times a day. But the end of this war was not in sight - the bodyak grew and multiplied. But field bindweeds, although they are also weedy, are the smartest and most cheerful flowers. Best of all they meet the sun in the morning. Other herbs do not understand anything - what is morning, what is evening, they do not care. And bindweeds, only warm the rays, open their eyes, laugh. First one eye, then the second, and then, one by one, all the twists of flowers bloom on the bindweeds. White, light blue, lilac, different ... And if you sit very quietly near them, it seems that when they wake up, they whisper inaudibly about something. Ants - and they know it. In the morning they run through the bindweeds, squint in the sun and listen to what the flowers are talking about among themselves. Maybe dreams tell?
During the day, usually at noon, the boy liked to climb into the thickets of stalky shiraljins. Shiraljins are tall, there are no flowers on them, but they are fragrant, they grow in islands, they gather in a bunch, not letting other herbs close. The Shiraljins are true friends. Especially if there is some kind of resentment and you want to cry so that no one sees, it is best to hide in shiraljins. They smell like a pine forest on the edge. Hot and quiet in shiraljins. And most importantly - they do not obscure the sky. You need to lie on your back and look at the sky. At first, through the tears, almost nothing can be distinguished. And then the clouds will come and do whatever you think of above. The clouds know that you are not feeling well, that you want to go somewhere or fly away so that no one finds you and that everyone sighs and gasps later - the boy disappeared, they say, where will we find him now? .. And so that this is not it happened that you would not disappear anywhere, that you would lie quietly and admire the clouds, the clouds will turn into whatever you want. From the same clouds, a variety of things are obtained. You just need to be able to find out what the clouds represent.
And it is quiet in shiraljins, and they do not obscure the sky. Here they are, shiraljins, smelling of hot pines...
And he knew all sorts of other things about herbs. To the silvery feather grasses that grew on the floodplain meadow, he treated indulgently. They are eccentrics - feather grasses! Windy heads. Their soft, silky panicles cannot live without wind. They just wait - wherever it blows, they tend to go there. And they all bow as one, the whole meadow, as if on command. And if it rains or a thunderstorm begins, the feather grasses do not know where to stumble. They rush, they fall, they cling to the ground. If there were legs, they would probably run away wherever they look ... But they are pretending. The storm subsides, and again the frivolous feather grasses in the wind - where the wind is, there they are ...
Alone, without friends, the boy lived in a circle of those simple things that surrounded him, and only a mobile shop could make him forget about everything and headlong run to her. What can I say, a mobile shop is not stones or some kind of herbs for you. What is there just not in the car shop!
When the boy ran to the house, the mobile shop was already approaching the yard, behind the houses. The houses on the cordon faced the river, the courtyard turned into a gentle slope straight to the shore, and on the other side of the river, immediately from the washed-out ravine, the forest rose steeply over the mountains, so that there was only one entrance to the cordon - behind the houses. If the boy had not run in time, no one would have known that the mobile shop was already here.
There were no men at that hour, everyone dispersed in the morning. The women were doing household chores. But then he screamed piercingly, running to the open doors:
– Has arrived! The car shop has arrived!
The women got excited. They rushed to look for hidden money. And they jumped out, overtaking one another. Grandmother - and she praised him:
- Here he is with us, what a big-eyed one!
The boy felt flattered, as if he had brought the mobile shop himself. He was happy because he brought them this news, because he rushed to the backyard with them, because he pushed with them at the open door of the van. But here the women immediately forgot about him. They were not up to it. The goods are different - the eyes ran wide. There were only three women: a grandmother, aunt Bekey - his mother's sister, the wife of the most important person on the cordon, the ranger Orozkul - and the wife of an auxiliary worker Seidakhmat - a young Guldzhamal with her girl in her arms. Only three women. But they were so fussy, sorting and stirring the goods, that the seller of the mobile shop had to demand that they respect the queue and not chatter all at once.
However, his words did not really affect the women. At first they grabbed everything, then they began to choose, then return what was taken away. They put it off, tried it on, argued, doubted, asked dozens of times about the same thing. They did not like one thing, the other was expensive, the third had the wrong color ... The boy stood aside. He got bored. The expectation of something extraordinary disappeared, the joy that he experienced when he saw a mobile shop on the mountain disappeared. The mobile shop suddenly turned into an ordinary car, stuffed with a bunch of different rubbish.
The seller frowned: it was not clear that these women were going to buy at least something. Why did he come here, to such a distance, through the mountains?
And so it happened. The women began to retreat, their ardor abated, as if they were even tired. For some reason, they began to make excuses - either to each other, or to the seller. The grandmother was the first to complain that there was no money. And there is no money in your hands - you will not take the goods. Aunt Bekey did not dare to make a big purchase without her husband. Aunt Bekey is the most unfortunate among all women in the world, because she has no children, for this Orozkul beats her drunk, and therefore the grandfather suffers, because Aunt Bekey is his grandfather's daughter. Aunt Bekey took some change and two bottles of vodka. And in vain, and in vain - it will be worse for itself. Grandma couldn't resist.
- Why are you calling trouble on your own head? she hissed so the salesman wouldn't hear her.
“I know it myself,” Aunt Bekey snapped shortly.
“Well, you’re a fool,” the grandmother whispered even quieter, but with gloating glee. If there hadn't been a salesman, she would have reprimanded Aunt Bekey right now. Wow, they are arguing!
Rescued young Guldzhamal. She began to explain to the seller that her Seidakhmat was going to the city soon, the city would need money, so she could not fork out.
So they hung around near the truck shop, bought goods "for a penny", so the seller said, and went home. Well, is it trade? Spitting after the departed women, the seller began to collect the disheveled goods in order to get behind the wheel and leave. Then he noticed the boy.
- What are you, eared? - he asked. The boy had protruding ears, a thin neck and a large, round head. - Do you want to buy? Hurry up, or I'll close it. Is there money?
The seller asked like this, just because there was nothing to do, but the boy answered respectfully:
“No, uncle, there is no money,” and he shook his head.
“But I think there is,” the salesman drawled with mock disbelief. “You’re all rich here, you just pretend to be poor.” What do you have in your pocket, isn't it money?
“No, uncle,” the boy answered, still sincere and serious, and turned out his tattered pocket. (The second pocket was sewn shut.)
So, your money was waking up. Look where you ran. You will find.
They were silent.
- Whose will you be? – again began to question the seller. “Old Man Momun, or what?”
The boy nodded in response.
- Are you bringing him a grandson?
- Yes. The boy nodded again.
- And where is the mother?
The boy didn't say anything. He didn't want to talk about it.
“She doesn’t give any news about herself at all, your mother. You don't know yourself, do you?
- I do not know.
- And the father? Don't you know either?
The boy was silent.
- What is it you, friend, do not know anything? the salesman scolded him jokingly. - Well, okay, if so. Hold on. He took out a handful of sweets. - And be healthy.
The boy hesitated.
- Take it, take it. Don't delay. It's time for me to go.
The boy put the sweets in his pocket and was about to run after the car to see the truck down the road. He called Baltek, a terribly lazy, shaggy dog. Orozkul kept threatening to shoot him - why, they say, keep such a dog. Yes, grandfather begged everyone to wait: it is necessary, they say, to get a shepherd dog, and take Baltek somewhere and leave it. The Baltek didn’t care about anything – the well-fed slept, the hungry always sucked up to someone, to their own and others indiscriminately, if only they would throw something. That's how he was, the dog Baltek. But sometimes, out of boredom, he ran after cars. True, not far. It will only accelerate, then suddenly turn around and trot home. Unreliable dog. Still, running with a dog is a hundred times better than running without a dog. Whatever it is - still a dog ...
Slowly, so as not to see the seller, the boy tossed Baltek one piece of candy. “Look,” he warned the dog. "We'll be running for a long time." Baltek squealed, wagged his tail - he waited for more. But the boy did not dare to throw another candy. After all, you can offend a person, but he didn’t give a whole handful for a dog.
And just then, my grandfather showed up. The old man went to the apiary, but from the apiary one cannot see what is happening behind the houses. And it turned out that the grandfather arrived on time, the mobile shop had not yet left. Happening. Otherwise, the grandson would not have a portfolio. The boy was lucky that day.
Old Momun, whom the wise people called Quick Momun, was known by everyone in the area, and he knew everyone. Momun earned such a nickname by his invariable friendliness to everyone whom he knew even the slightest bit, by his readiness to always do something for anyone, to serve anyone. And, however, his zeal was not appreciated by anyone, just as gold would not be appreciated if it suddenly began to be distributed free of charge. No one treated Momun with the respect that people of his age enjoy. He was easily dealt with. It happened that at the great commemoration of some noble old man from the Bugu tribe - and Momun was a Bugin by birth, he was very proud of this and never missed the commemoration of his fellow tribesmen - he was instructed to slaughter cattle, meet honored guests and help them get off the saddle, serve tea, and then chop wood, carry water. Is it not enough trouble at a big commemoration, where there are so many guests from different sides? Everything that was entrusted to Momun, he did quickly and easily, and most importantly, he did not shirk like others. The aiyl young women who had to receive and feed this huge horde of guests, looking at how Momun managed his work, said:
“What would we do if it wasn’t for Quick Momun!”
And it turned out that the old man, who came with his grandson from afar, found himself in the role of an assistant dzhigit-samovar maker. Who else in Momun's place would burst from insult. And Momun at least that!
And no one was surprised that the old Efficient Momun served the guests - that's why he has been Efficient Momun all his life. It's his own fault that he's Efficient Momun. And if any of the outsiders expressed surprise why, they say, you, an old man, are running errands for women, did young guys disappear in this village, Momun answered: “The deceased was my brother. (He considered all Bugins brothers. But they were no less "brothers" and other guests.) Who should work at his commemoration, if not me? That's why we Bugins are related to our ancestor herself - the Horned Mother Deer. And she, the wonderful mother deer, bequeathed to us friendship both in life and in memory ... "
Here he was, Efficient Momun!
Both the old and the young were with him on "you", it was possible to play a trick on him - the old man is harmless; one could not reckon with him - the old man was unrequited. No wonder, they say, people do not forgive those who do not know how to make themselves respected. And he couldn't.
He did a lot in life. He was a carpenter, a saddler, a haystack: when he was still younger, he set up such haystacks on the collective farm that it was a pity to take them apart in winter: the rain flowed down from the haystack like a goose, and the snow fell like a gable roof. During the war, he laid factory walls in Magnitogorsk as a labor army soldier, they called him a Stakhanovite. He returned, cut down houses on the cordon, and was engaged in forestry. Although he was listed as an auxiliary worker, he kept an eye on the forest, and Orozkul, his son-in-law, mostly visited guests. Unless when the authorities come, then Orozkul himself will show the forest and arrange a hunt, then he was the master. Momun went for cattle, and he kept an apiary. Momun lived all his life from morning to evening in work, in troubles, but he did not learn how to force himself to be respected.
And Momun's appearance was not at all aksakal's. No degree, no importance, no severity. He was a good-natured man, and at first glance this ungrateful human quality was discerned in him. At all times they teach such: “Do not be kind, be evil! Here's to you, here's to you! Be evil, ”and he, to his misfortune, remains incorrigibly good. His face was smiling and wrinkled, and his eyes were always asking: “What do you want? Do you want me to do something for you? So I am now, you just tell me what your need is.
The nose is soft, ducky, as if completely without cartilage. Yes, and a small, nimble old man, like a teenager.
What a beard - and that failed. One laugh. On a bare chin, two or three reddish hairs - that's the whole beard.
What a difference - you see suddenly, a portly old man is riding along the road, and his beard is like a sheaf, in a spacious fur coat with a wide lambskin lapel, in an expensive hat, and even with a good horse, and a silver-plated saddle - what is not a sage, what is not a prophet, such and it is not shameful to bow, such honor is everywhere! And Momun was born only Quick Momun. Perhaps his only advantage was that he was not afraid to drop himself in someone's eyes. (He sat down in the wrong way, said the wrong thing, answered the wrong way, smiled the wrong way, wrong, wrong, wrong…) In this sense, Momun, without suspecting it himself, was an extremely happy person. Many people die not so much from diseases, but from an irrepressible, eternal passion that gnaws at them - to pretend to be more than they are. (Who doesn't want to be known as smart, worthy, handsome and, moreover, formidable, fair, resolute?)
But Momun was not like that. He was an eccentric, and they treated him like an eccentric.
One could greatly offend Momun: forget to invite him to the council of relatives on arranging someone's commemoration ... At this point, he was deeply offended and seriously worried about the insult, but not because he was bypassed - he still did not decide anything at the councils, only attended , - but because the fulfillment of an ancient duty was violated.
Momun had his own troubles and sorrows, from which he suffered, from which he cried at night. Outsiders knew almost nothing about it. But their people knew.
When Momun saw his grandson near the mobile shop, he immediately realized that the boy was upset about something. But since the seller is a visiting person, the old man first turned to him. He quickly jumped off the saddle, extended both hands to the seller at once.
- Assalam-alaikum, big merchant! he said half jokingly, half seriously. “Has your caravan arrived safely, is your trade going well?” - All beaming, Momun shook the hand of the seller. - How much water has flowed under the bridge, how did not see each other! Welcome!
The salesman, condescendingly laughing at his speech and unsightly appearance - all the same well-worn tarpaulin boots, canvas trousers sewn by an old woman, a shabby jacket, a felt hat turned brown from rain and sun, - answered Momun:
- The caravan is safe. Only now it turns out - the merchant to you, and you from the merchant through the forests and down the valleys. And you punish your wives to keep a penny, like a soul before death. Here, at least they fill up with goods, no one will fork out.
“Don’t demand anything, dear,” Momun apologized embarrassedly. “If you knew you were coming, you wouldn’t leave. And if there is no money, then there is no court. Let's sell potatoes in the fall ...
- Tell me! the salesman interrupted him. - I know you, stinky bais. Sit in the mountains, land, hay as much as you want. Forests all around - you can't go around in three days. Do you keep cattle? Do you keep a paska? And give a penny - huddle. Buy here a silk blanket, the sewing machine is left alone ...
“Honest to God, there is no such money,” Momun justified himself.
- So I believe it. You're stingy, old man, you're saving money. And where to?
“By God, no, I swear by the Horned Mother Deer!”
- Well, take the corduroy, sew new pants.
“I would, I swear by the Horned Mother Deer…”
"Uh, what's the deal with you!" The salesman waved his hand. - I've come in vain. Where is Orozkul?
- In the morning, I still went, it seems, to Aksai. The affairs of the shepherds.
“He is staying, therefore,” the seller clarified understandingly.
There was an awkward pause.
“Don’t be offended, dear,” Momun spoke again. - In the autumn, God willing, we will sell potatoes ...
- It's far from autumn.
- Well, if so, do not blame me. For God's sake, come in and have some tea.
“That’s not what I came for,” the seller refused.
He began to close the door of the van and then said, glancing at his grandson, who was standing at the ready beside the old man, holding the dog by the ear to run after the car:
- Well, buy at least a briefcase. It's time for the boy to go to school, right? How old is he?
Momun immediately seized on this idea: at least he would buy something from a stubborn autoshop, his grandson really needs a briefcase, this fall he will go to school.
“It’s true,” Momun fussed, “I didn’t even think about it. As same, seven, the eighth already. Come here, he called to his grandson.
Grandfather rummaged in his pockets, took out a hidden five.
She must have been with him for a long time, already caked.
- Hold on, big-eared. The salesman winked slyly at the boy and handed him the briefcase. - Now study. And if you don’t master the letter, you will stay with your grandfather forever in the mountains.
- Master it! He’s smart with me,” Momun replied, counting the change. Then he looked at his grandson, awkwardly holding a brand new briefcase, pressed him to himself. - That's good. You will go to school in the fall,” he said softly. The firm, weighty palm of the grandfather softly covered the boy's head.
The article sets out summary works "The White Steamer" by Chingiz Aitmatov. It was first published in 1970 in the literary magazine " New world". Later it was included in the collection "Tales and Stories". Aitmatov in "The White Steamboat" told a sad story about loneliness, misunderstanding, cruelty. This is one of his best works.
about the author
In 2013, a list of "100 books for schoolchildren" was compiled. This list includes the story "White Steamer" by Aitmatov, a summary of which is presented below. This writer has been awarded state prizes more than once, but his talent, of course, is expressed primarily in the love of readers, whose number does not decrease over the years.
He entered literature thanks to such works as "The First Teacher", "Mother's Field", "Camel's Eye". He became famous in the early sixties. More than one film was made based on the works of Chingiz Aitmatov. The film The White Steamboat was released in 1975. Other famous works Aitmatov: "Mother's Field", "Snowy Stop", "Early Cranes", "Plaha", "And the day lasts longer than a century".
"White steamer": a summary
Chingiz Aitmatov had a special art style. Therefore, it is not easy to retell his works. The writer loved his native land very much. Most of his heroes live in a remote village, somewhere near the border of Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan. He harmoniously intertwined ancient traditions and legends in the plot. There is also an ancient Kyrgyz legend in Chingiz Aitmatov's story "The White Steamboat".
It is not recommended to read the summary of the works of the classics. But if there is no time, but you need to find out the plot of a famous book, you can neglect such recommendations. In addition, the summary of the story "The White Steamboat" can inspire you to read the original.
Below is a detailed presentation. The story consists of five chapters. A brief summary of Aitmatov's "White Steamer" will be presented according to the following plan:
- Autoshop.
- Flowers and stones.
- Old Momun.
- Seidakhmat.
- White ship.
- Orozkul.
- Binoculars.
- Dam.
- Father.
- Mother.
- Momun's rebellion.
The protagonist of the story "The White Steamer" by Chingiz Aitmatov is a seven-year-old boy. The author does not name him. It is only said that he was the only boy "in three houses." The heroes of Aitmatov's story "The White Steamboat" live in a remote village located near the border, where a mobile shop occasionally calls in. The nearest school is a few kilometers away.
mobile shop
The appearance of a store on wheels is a real event in this godforsaken village. The boy is in the habit of swimming in the dam built by his grandfather. If not for this dam, he probably would have drowned long ago. The river, as his grandmother said, would long ago have carried his bones straight to Issyk-Kul. It is unlikely that anyone would rush to save him. The boy's grandmother was not native.
And then one day, when the boy was swimming in his dam, he saw a mobile shop approaching the village. Dust swirled behind the mobile shop coming down the mountain. The boy was delighted - he hoped that they would buy a briefcase for him. He jumped out of the cold water, hurriedly dressed and ran to announce the arrival of the mobile shop. He ran, running around the boulders and jumping over the bushes, never stopping anywhere for a second.
Flowers and stones
Here it is worth making a digression. The boy ran without stopping, without saying a word to the stones that lay on the ground. He has already given a name to each of them. The hero of the story "The White Steamboat" has neither friends nor relatives. He has no one to talk to. Children tend to invent imaginary friends for themselves. The interlocutors of the protagonist of Aitmatov's story "The White Steamboat" were inanimate objects - stones, binoculars, and then a brand new briefcase bought in a mobile shop.
Camel, Saddle, Tank - these are the names of the cobblestones with which the lonely seven-year-old boy communicates. The boy has little joy in life. He rarely goes to the cinema - several times his grandfather took him to a nearby tract. One day the boy watched a war movie and learned about what a tank is. Hence the name of one of the "friends".
The hero of the story "The White Steamboat" Aitmatov has an unusual attitude towards plants. Among them there are both favorites and enemies. The prickly bodyak is the main enemy. The boy fought with him more than once. But the bodyak is growing rapidly, and there is no end in sight to this war. The boy's favorite plants are field bindweeds. These flowers are especially beautiful in the morning.
The boy loves to climb into the thickets of shiraljins. They are his truest friends. Here he hides from his grandmother when he wants to cry. He lies on his back and looks up at the sky, which becomes almost indistinguishable due to tears. At such moments, he wants to become a fish and swim far, far away, so that others ask: "Where is the boy? Where did he disappear to?"
The hero of the story "The White Steamship" by Chingiz Aitmatov lives alone, without friends, and only a mobile shop makes him forget about the stones, flowers and thickets of shiraldzhins.
The boy ran to the village, which consisted of only three houses, and joyfully announced the arrival of the mobile shop. The men had already dispersed by then. Only women remained, and there were only three of them: a grandmother, aunt Bekey (the boy's mother's sister, the wife of the most important person on the cordon) and a neighbor. The women hurried to the van. The boy was glad that he brought good news to the village.
Even the strict grandmother praised her grandson as if he had brought the shop on wheels here. But attention to him quickly switched to the goods that the owner of the van brought. Despite the fact that there were only three women, they managed to make a commotion next to a makeshift shop. But their fuse dried up very quickly, which upset the seller a lot.
Grandmother began to complain about the lack of money. The neighbor did not find anything interesting among the goods. Only Aunt Bekey bought two bottles of vodka, which, according to the grandmother, called trouble on her head. The protagonist's mother's sister was the most unfortunate woman in the world - she had no children, for which her husband periodically beat her.
Old Man Momun
Women bought goods "for a penny" and dispersed. Only the boy remained. The seller angrily collected the goods. The boy would have been left without a briefcase that day if old Momun had not arrived in time. This is the grandfather of the protagonist of Chingiz Aitmatov's story "The White Steamboat". Only person who loved the boy who talked to the stones.
Old Momun was very kind person. He was willing to help everyone. However, few people appreciated Momun's kindness, just as people would not appreciate gold if it were suddenly given away for free. Everything that was entrusted to the old man, he did easily and quickly. No one took the harmless Momun seriously, everyone was ready to play a trick on him. But the old man never took offense. He continued to help everyone, earning him the nickname "Quick Momun".
Grandfather's appearance was by no means aksakal's. There was no importance in him, no degree, no severity - nothing that is inherent in the Kyrgyz old people. But at first glance it became clear that a man of rare kindness. And he had an amazing independence from the opinions of others. Momun was never afraid to say, answer, smile the wrong way. In this sense, he was an absolutely happy person. The old man also had bitterness. He often cried at night. But only relatives knew what was in the soul of old Momun.
Still, it was not in vain that the merchant traveled so far. Old Momun bought a briefcase for his grandson - after all, school is coming soon. The boy did not think that his happiness would be so great. This day, perhaps, was the happiest in his short life. From that moment on, he did not part with the portfolio.
Seidakhmat
That is the name of another hero of Ch. Aitmatov's story "The White Steamboat". Seidakhmat is a young forester, one who is considered an important person on the cordon. After the boy had a briefcase, he went around the whole village, I brag about the purchase. He showed his grandfather's gift to Seidakhmat. However, he did not appreciate it.
The school was located five kilometers from the house where the boy lived. Grandfather promised to take him there to school on a horse. But to fellow villagers it seemed stupidity, nonsense. Nobody was happy for the boy. No one was impressed by the brand new briefcase. Yes, and attending the school seemed to the poorly educated residents of the cordon a dubious event.
It is not surprising that the boy liked to talk with stones and flowers. They, unlike people, never laughed at him or at his ridiculous grandfather. Now the boy has another inanimate friend - a briefcase. He happily told him about the old man Momun - a kind, unsophisticated man, over whom the residents of the cordon laugh in vain.
white steamer
The boy, like other residents of the village, had his own duties: he had to look after the calf. But he was not always able to fulfill them properly. The boy had binoculars with which he liked to look into the distance, to where a white steamer sometimes sailed along the river.
Ch. Aitmatov masterfully conveys the inner world of a lonely child in the story. His hero constantly talks to an inanimate object; for him, a briefcase is not a new thing, but new friend. White steamer - in the story of Ch. T. Aitmatov main image. About what connected the boy with a distant ship, we will tell a little later.
Orozkul
The husband of the aunt of the protagonist of the "White Steamboat" Aitmatov was an evil, cruel man. And very unhappy. But the villagers respected him, tried in every possible way to please him. The fact is that Orozkul could help with the construction of the house. He was the senior ranger of the reserved forest. important person. Orozkul could help deliver the logs. Or, on the contrary, he could make it so that the house would stand unfinished for years. The boy did not understand this, and therefore was surprised: why everyone loves his aunt's husband. After all, he is evil, cruel. These should be thrown into the river. The boy did not like Orozkul.
Anger and self-pity strangle Orozkul. He is driving home and knows that today he will beat his wife. He always does this. After all, it is Bekey who is to blame for all his sorrows. She's been unable to give birth for years now.
Orozkul jumped off his horse and went to the river, where he washed himself with cold water. The boy thought he had a headache. In reality, Orozkul wept. He cried because it was not his son who ran out to meet him, because he could not say a single kind word to this child with a briefcase.
Binoculars
This item went to the boy from his grandfather. The old man himself did not use binoculars, he said that even without them he sees everything perfectly. It was a pleasure for a seven-year-old child to look at the mountains, the pine forest and, of course, the white steamer. True, the latter could be seen infrequently.
Thanks to binoculars, the boy could see Lake Issyk-Kul, which was located far from his home. Now the boy shared his impressions with a wordless briefcase. First, he waited for the appearance of a white steamer, which he told his "friend", then he admired the school.
Dam
The binoculars clearly showed the place where the boy used to swim. The dam was made by the grandfather. The old man dragged many stones, choosing those that were larger. The current in this place was very strong. The river could easily carry the boy away, as the grumpy grandmother told Momun more than once. At the same time, she added: "It will sink - I won't lift a finger!" The old man spent the whole day fiddling with the dam. He tried to put the stones on top of each other so that the water between them entered and exited freely.
On the day when the boy had a briefcase, an unpleasant incident occurred. He stared at the white steamer and completely forgot about his duties. The calf, meanwhile, began to chew on the linen that the old woman hung out. The boy saw this from afar. At first, Bekey tried to calm the old woman, but she, as usual, began to accuse her stepdaughter of infertility. A scandal began. Everyone quarreled. When the boy returned home, there was a suspicious silence.
The heroes of Aitmatov's story "The White Steamboat" are unhappy people. Bekey is unhappy that her husband regularly beats her. But she and her husband are united by a common grief - the absence of children. Momun grieves, because the eldest son was killed in the war, and the daughters did not find happiness with family life. The old woman, the wife of the boy's grandfather, remembers the dead children and the late husband. She appeared in this house not so long ago - after the death of the protagonist's own grandmother.
Father
The hero of Aitmatov's story "The White Steamboat" talked not only with stones, flowers and a brand new briefcase. He often in his thoughts turned to his father, whom he did not remember at all. Once the boy heard that he would be a sailor. Since then, looking at the ship through binoculars, he imagined that his father was standing somewhere on the deck.
The boy dreamed of becoming a fish, sailing to a white ship and meeting this man. He would certainly tell him about old Momun, a kind man who no one appreciates. The boy would tell his father about the evil old woman who came to their house after the death of her own grandmother. He would tell him about all the inhabitants of the cordon, even about Orozkul - an evil man who must certainly be thrown into a cold river.
Mother
The boy grew up an orphan, but his parents were alive. Father-sailor has long acquired a new family. The boy even heard once that on deck, when he returns on his white steamer, he is always met by his wife and two children. Mother left a long time ago Big city and also started a new family. Once Momun went to her, and the daughter promised him that she would take the boy when she got on her feet. But when this will happen is unknown. However, the old man then told her: "As long as I live, I will take care of the boy."
Aitmatov included several legends in the story "The White Steamboat". These are ancient tales that Momun tells his grandson. The boy imagines that someday he will tell them to his father. One of the legends that the old man told is the legend of the Horned Mother Deer. Below is a summary of it. In The White Steamer, Chingiz Aitmatov dedicated a whole chapter to this legend.
Legend of the Horned Mother Deer
This story happened a long time ago, when the Kirghiz tribe was surrounded by many enemies. And the Kyrgyz themselves often attacked their neighbors. People then lived by robberies. The one who knew how to take by surprise, to seize the wealth of the enemy was considered smart. People killed each other, blood flowed continuously.
Once the enemies attacked the Kirghiz tribe, killed almost everyone. Only a boy and a girl remained, who on the day of the raid went far to the river. When they returned, they saw the ashes, the mutilated bodies of loved ones. Oddly enough, the children went to the village where the people who killed their relatives lived. Khan ordered to destroy the "unfinished enemy seed." A deer saved the children from death. She fed them, warmed them, raised them. When the boy and girl grew up, they got married and had children. But the descendants of those rescued by the deer began to kill their brothers - deer.
The Kirghiz now decorated the graves of their relatives with the horns of a noble animal. Deserted mountains. There were no deer. People were born who had never seen this graceful animal in their entire lives. The mother deer was offended by people. She climbed the highest mountain peak, said goodbye to Lake Issyk-Kul and went far, far away.
Momun's riot
Autumn came. Momun, as promised, took his grandson to school every day. And then he helped his son-in-law - Orozkul often promised building material to the residents of the cordon, and in return accepted offerings. In autumn, one had to climb far into the mountains in order to cut down a pine tree. We needed real mountain wood. Once Orozkul did not keep his promise: he took a lamb, but did not cut down a pine tree, after which he almost lost his position as a ranger of the reserved forest. A deceived fellow villager wrote a slander against him, in which there was both truth and lies. But this was long before the story told in the story "White Passage" by Chingiz Aitmatov took place. We will continue the summary with a description of the climactic scene.
In September, the berries ripened, the lambs grew up. Women prepared dried cheese, hid it in winter bags. Men, having agreed with Orozkul, more and more often reminded him of the promised forest. It upset him a lot. If there was a way to return his promises, he would certainly use it. But such a method does not exist, and therefore Orozkul had to climb the mountains with Momun, and upon his return, he would go cold with fear: at any moment, the forest ranger could be suspected of theft. On one of these trips, he nearly died. Momun, a lover of fairy tales, having witnessed this incident, believed that his son-in-law owed his salvation to the deer, who returned to the Kyrgyz land several centuries later.
Orozkul's heart did not soften even after he nearly died. That day, he and Momun had to cut down some pine trees. When the old man told him that he needed to pick up his grandson from school, and therefore postpone work until the evening, he became furious. He did not let Momun go, besides, he attacked his father-in-law with ridiculous accusations (the main one was, as always, his daughter's infertility). The good old man could not disobey his son-in-law. He silently worked, and his heart was breaking. Momun imagined his grandson standing alone, abandoned by everyone, near the school, when other children had long since fled home. The old man had never been late before.
The boy loved to go to school. The briefcase, which now contained notebooks and textbooks, he carefully placed next to the pillow when he went to bed. This irritated the grandmother, but the boy ignored her caustic words. Momun was happy for the boy. He was a man, as already mentioned, harmless. But not on the day when his little grandson stood alone at the school walls. The old man suddenly became furious and called his son-in-law a "scoundrel." Orozkul attacked his father-in-law with his fists, but he, despite the threats, mounted his horse and rode towards the school. It would have been a rebellion by Quick Momun, an act for which he later had to pay.
The boy was crying, offended by his grandfather, who did not pick him up from school on time. On the way home they were silent for a long time. But suddenly the old man remembered the returned marals and, in order to calm the child, he began to tell him the already well-known tale of the Horned Mother Deer. Meanwhile, he thought about what he and his daughter would have to endure. After all, Orozkul is vengeful, he will not forgive the old man that, although for the first time in his life, he disobeyed him.
Momun's son-in-law, returning home, as always, took out his anger on his wife - beat her, and then kicked her out of the house. She went to the neighbors. Bekey did not blame her dissolute husband for her misfortunes, but her father. However, it was customary to hang all the dogs on the unfortunate old man. After learning from a neighbor that his daughter did not want to talk to him, Momun was even more upset.
This was part of Orozkul's vengeful plan: to turn Bekey against his father. Returning from the forest that evening, he beat his wife for a long time, while repeating that Momun was to blame for all the troubles. Orozkul announced his dismissal to the old man (the boy's grandfather had worked for him for a long time and received a tiny salary).
The next day the boy did not go to school - he developed a fever. The old woman reproached her husband for a long time, wondering how this humble, quiet man, who had not offended even a fly in his whole life, suddenly dared to contradict Orozkul. She forced the old man to go to work and thereby beg forgiveness from his son-in-law.
Orozkul was very power-hungry. It gave him pleasure to watch the humiliation of the old man, who, with bowed head, followed him towards the forest. The familiar Orozkul came for logs. The old man helped to load the timber, showing great zeal - an old woman watched him, repeating the phrase more than once in the morning: "You are nobody without a salary!" Orozkul didn't seem to see his father-in-law's efforts.
And suddenly people who came to the forest for firewood saw an unusual picture: several marals were standing by the river. They slowly, with dignity, drank water. And then we went towards the forest. Then Orozkul, who knew about Momun's love for the tales of the Horned Mother Deer, came up with another plan of revenge. A plan that will kill the old man.
The boy, meanwhile, lay in his bed and dreamed of how someday people would tame the red deer. By the way, the day before, that evening, when a scandal erupted in the house caused by Momun's unexpected rebelliousness, main character saw these animals. He ran to the river, to his favorite stones, and suddenly he saw deer. The boy was sure that the largest of them was the Horned Mother Deer. In his thoughts he asked her for a long time to send Aunt Bekey a child. Orozkul will then stop beating her, Momun will not grieve, and peace will reign in their family. He thought about this even when he lay, sick, in his bed.
Suddenly, a drunken Seidakhmat burst into the house. He dragged the boy outside, despite protests and the words: "Grandfather did not tell me to get up." In the yard were strangers. The boy did not immediately find his grandfather, but when he saw him, he was very surprised. Momun was drunk. He knelt and lit a meat fire. And not far from him, to the side, lay a deer head. It was the head of the Horned Mother Deer, so the boy decided.
He wanted to run away, but his legs would not obey him. He watched in horror as the drunken Orozkul tried to cut off the antlers from the head of the dead mother deer. And then again he lay in a fever and heard how people, sniffing and champing, ate deer meat.
On that terrible evening, the boy especially wanted to turn into a fish and swim far away from this house. He got up, went to the river, undressed and went into cold water. The boy never turned into a fish, he never swam to the white steamer...
You rejected what your childish soul did not put up with.
The boy's soul did not put up with the rigidity of the world, and he left it. Such, in brief, is the text of The White Steamboat.
Aitmatov wrote in two languages: Kyrgyz and Russian. He became the pride of his little, but once very warlike people. At the same time, his works are included in the lists the best works Russian literature.
Analysis of Aitmatov's "White Steamboat"
In his work, the writer told an ancient legend about good and evil. But neither in the legend of the Horned Mother Deer, nor in the main storyline good does not win.
The protagonist of the story "The White Steamboat" Ch. T. Aitmatova divides the world into two dimensions: fantastic and real. Goodness exists only in the fictional. But Chingiz Aitmatov did not create strictly negative or positive images in The White Steamboat. He showed life as it is.
Orozkul undoubtedly causes negative emotions at the reader. In every person there is an inner craving for goodness. In Orozkul, egoism and self-pity are too strong. This quality kills everything human and good in him. The author, conveying his inner world, says:
A sense of shame burned him.
This happened to Orozkul when he was once again rude to the old man Momun. In another scene, this seemingly cruel and heartless man is shown crying:
He couldn't find a single kind word for this briefcase boy.
But every time good thoughts appear in Orozkul's soul, he drowns them out with self-pity.
Opposed to Orozkul Momun. The old man, despite all the hardships, has not lost the ability to love and understand loved ones. He resignedly does hard work, listens to insults. But he indulges the whims of his son-in-law not because of weakness - for the sake of his daughter and grandson. For their happiness, he is ready to make any sacrifice, even to kill deer. After all, it is the old man who shoots deer on the orders of his son-in-law. And then for the first time in his life he gets drunk.
Each of the heroes to lead his grief. Momun's wife often reminisces about her former family. All her children, and she had five of them, died. The woman's heart hardened. But she is not as evil as the boy seems. And in her soul there is a place for compassion.
The world is shown through the eyes of a child in Aitmatov's work "The White Steamboat". The summary, of course, does not convey this unusual artistic view of reality. The boy does not understand why everyone fears and respects the cruel Orozkul. In his thoughts, he often imagines the day when justice will prevail. He believes in the legend of the Horned Mother Deer, and this belief gives him strength.
The boy hopes that someday the Horned Mother Deer will help him and his beloved grandfather. He furiously asks her, thinking that she should send a child to Aunt Bekey. After all, then her husband would stop beating her, and the unfortunate old man would not cry at night. And then the boy sees the head of a dead deer. His ideas of justice and goodness are crumbling. He leaves this cruel world, believing until the last minutes of his life that he will really turn into a fish and swim to the white ship. But the miracle doesn't happen. The boy dies.
Screen adaptation
There are no negative reviews about Aitmatov's "White Steamboat". No one is left indifferent to the story of an old man and a boy escaping from harsh reality in the world of fairy tales and legends. In 1976, Bolotbek Shamshiev made the film The White Steamboat. Aitmatov wrote the script for this film. The painting was awarded several awards, including the State Prize.
"The White Steamer" is a story by Chingiz Aitmatov, his most famous work. As for many other works by Aitmatov, in The White Steamboat, which we are now analyzing, the theme of the opposition of good to evil is revealed. This theme, by the way, is the main one in the work of this author.
In the story "The White Steamboat" there are two concepts side by side - an old legend and the realities of modern life. The issue of good and evil is closely interconnected here with the problems of people at the national level, their perception of moral and spiritual development, especially with regard to Kyrgyzstan.
We will begin our analysis of Aitmatov's "White Steamboat" with the fact that a seven-year-old boy, the main character, lives, as it were, in two worlds or dimensions. This is his perception of reality. He lives both in the real world and in the world of fantasy - legends and fairy tales. Moreover, goodness and justice, which are in abundance in the invented world, well compensate for the injustice of the real world. What? For example, the grandfather takes care of the boy, because the father and mother have already got other families. In addition, the heroes experience constant harassment from Orozkul, a relative who, on a distant cordon in the forest, humiliates them and gloats.
And the boy watches this life filled with injustice. Everyone knows that every person is inwardly drawn to the good, the just. And if this is absent in his life, a person tries to create these good beginnings in his inner world, in his secret dreams. It probably happens most often in children. And it is clear that the main character of the story "The White Steamboat", the analysis of which we are doing, was the same - that is, he kept two fairy tales inside himself. One he invented himself, and did not tell anyone about it, and he heard the other from his grandfather. But how were they different?
Tales of the protagonist and conclusions
The first tale is a legend told by the grandfather. In it, the Horned Mother Deer saves human children, and thus restores the Kyrgyz family in ancient times. But people's hearts are dominated by pride and vanity, and very soon they forget the goodness of the Horned Mother Deer. People start hunting marals, and deer are forced to save themselves, so they go to distant lands.
An analysis of the story "The White Steamboat" clearly shows that the story, where good was defeated by evil, does not console the main character, so he invents his own fairy tale. In this new legend, everything is different, and there is much more kindness and justice than the opposite.
But in the end, the boy is left alone, his dreams are shattered, he meets the very cruelty that he has always been so afraid of. The boy swims down the river, turning into a fish, rejecting with his soul all the evil of the real world. The main thing is that he did not lose faith in goodness, and he did not commit suicide, but simply "sailed away like a fish." This is an important detail in the analysis of the White Steamer.
At the end, one feels that the story was left unfinished, since the questions raised have no answer, in particular Momun's question "Why are people like this." He says that you will not always receive the same in return for the good done. Rather, on the contrary. Why is there more evil and so many unfortunate people? Aitmatov does not give an answer, leaving the reader to figure it out for himself.
We have done brief analysis story "White Ship". Read also the summary of this work by Aitmatov.
West Kazakhstan RegionTopic "moral lessons story by Ch. Aitmatov "White steamboat"
Goals:
consider the moral problems of the story; show how the character of a person is revealed through the relation of the image-character to the world; reveal the positive and negative traits characters of heroes; explain the meaning of the real and mythological in the story to understand the idea works;
development of analysis skills artistic text; understanding the connections and relationships that underlie the work; development of skills to classify facts, to draw generalizing conclusions; development of communicative properties of speech: the ability to competently and reasonably express thoughts, express one's point of view;
education of moral qualities of students: kindness, compassion, mercy, responsibility for one's actions; respect for the environment.
Teaching methods:
Creative Reading Method
Receptions:conversation that activates the impression of the text.
Heuristic
Receptions:selection of material from a literary text to answer a given question; selective retelling; analysis of the image of the hero; involvement of related arts (episodes from the film of the same name).
research method
Receptions:project work.
Reproductive method: teacher's word .
Formation of key competencies:
Mastering through the subject of literature ideas about the world that contribute to successful social adaptation learners, language competence, reading competence, problem solving competence, information competence.
Equipment: interactive whiteboard, slide illustrations
During the classes
Organizational stage(slide)
II. Update
teacher's word
The Athenians asked the philosopher:
- What are you looking for, philosopher, day with fire?
"I'm looking for a man," he replied.
- Whom? Me? His?
“I am looking for a man,” repeated the sage.
The classic of Russian literature of the 19th century F.M. Dostoevsky wrote:“Man is a mystery. I am engaged in this secret, because I want to be a man.
Modern writers, poets, artists are also trying to unravel the mystery human soul, explore the contradictions of our society, looking for ways to fight evil and lack of spirituality.
Lesson Objectives
- What is it about?(Aitmatov created a story, the main content of which was the fate of a teenager). Nadezhda
In a few sentencestell about the fate of the boy. (The boy lives in the caregrandfather. Both father and mother have other families. The boy lives with his grandfather Momun on a distant forest cordon, where their relative Orozkul oppresses and humiliates them all the time. A grandfather cannot protect his grandson from the cruelties and injustices of the world. The boy lives by two fairy tales - his own and the fairy tale told by his grandfather. Grandfather destroys his own fairy tale: he kills the returned deer. The boy swims away as a fish to his fairy tale - a white steamer.)
Who is the closest person for a boy? (The closest person and friend who understands him is the grandfather, who is trying with all his might to make his grandson happy.)
- Who destroys the fairy-tale world of the boy?(Grandfather, who has lived in the world for so many years, retained his faith in the fairy tale about the mother deer, who also instilled it in the boy, cuts everything off at once, killing the deer.)
- List the main characters in the story.
IV. Application. Formation of skills and abilities.Introducing design work
Project work
A) Literary image-character
B) The system of images of the work
C) The main characters
The image of the Boy Bakhytzhai
The protagonist of the story is a seven-year-old boy who lives with his relatives in a distant forest cordon. The image of the boy is revealed gradually by the narrator. It should be noted that the boy does not have a name. We think that this is no coincidence. The boy is a symbol of purity and a childish, open attitude to the world. Ch. Aitmatov gives his portrait like this: "The boy had protruding ears, a thin neck and a large, round head ...", "... skinny hips ..." "Alone, without friends, the boy lived in the circle of those simple things who surrounded him, and only a mobile shop could make him forget about everything and headlong run after her. What can I say, a mobile shop is not stones or some kind of herbs for you. What is there just not in the car shop!” He fills the emptiness of loneliness with his images, he develops his own imaginary world. Artistic details, found in the text of the story, help to reveal the inner world of the hero of the work. The boy loves the world that surrounds him, loves nature, animates it: he turns to stones, herbs, talks to them. His interlocutors are stones with fictitious names, true friends - binoculars and a briefcase, to which he trusts his secret thoughts and dreams. Each object with which the boy communicates personifies good or evil for him: “Among the plants - “beloved”, “brave”, “fearful”, “evil” and all sorts of others. A prickly bodyak, for example, is the “main enemy”. “The Shiraljins are good friends who can hide when things are bad and you want to cry.” A child with one finds mutual language and fights with others.
The boy is left by his parents in the care of his grandfather Momun. grandfather is the most close person and a friend who understands him, striving with all his might to make his grandson happy. It is he who inspires the child to believe in the old tale of the Horned Mother Deer, by which the boy lives. The boy had two stories. Grandfather Momun told one. It's about the Horned Mother Deer. It was based on the legend about the beginning of the Kyrgyz family, which still exists in the Issyk-Kul mountains. Grandfather's legend is a world of goodness and justice, it is a set of rules: how to live. This is what the boy hears from his grandfather, this is what he believes in.
Hope
Legend of the Horned Mother Deer
In ancient times, a Kyrgyz tribe lived on the banks of the large and cold Enesai River. Now this river is called the Yenisei. On that day, the Kirghiz tribe was burying their old leader. All the tribesmen were in great sorrow. No matter how the Enesai were at enmity with each other, it was not customary to go to war against the neighbors on the days of the leader's funeral. And then the unexpected happened. Hordes of enemies jumped out of hiding, so that no one could take up arms. And an unprecedented battle began. They killed everyone. It takes a long time to give birth and raise a person, and most likely to kill. Many were already chopped up, drowning in pools of blood, many rushed into the river and drowned in the waves of Enesai. No one managed to escape, no one survived. Enemies left with rich booty and did not notice how two children returned from the forest - a boy and a girl. The children saw the hoofed dust and set off in pursuit. Following the fierce enemies, children ran crying and screaming. Only children could do that. Instead of hiding from the killers, they set off to catch up with them. The children of the murderers caught up with their parents, and the conquering khan sent the Pockmarked Lame Old Woman to take the children to the taiga and destroy them. The old woman took the children to the highest steep of Enesai and turned to the river: “Take them, Great Enesai!” Crying, sobbing boy and girl. And nearby a voice is heard: “Wait, wise woman, do not destroy innocent children!” The Old Woman turned around, looked - she was amazed, a deer, a deer queen, stood in front of her.
I am a mother deer. Let the children go, big wise woman. Give them to me. People killed my twins, two deer. I am looking for my children.
Did you think well? These are human children. They will grow up and kill your fawns.
I will be their mother. Will they kill their brothers and sisters? I will take them to a distant land where no one will find them.
The Horned Mother Deer brought her children to Issyk-Kul. So a boy and a girl, the last of the Kirghiz tribe, found a new homeland in the blessed Issyk-Kul. Time passed quickly. They got married, became husband and wife, father and mother. They named their firstborn Bugubay. When he grew up, he married a beauty from the Kipchak tribe and the Bugin family began to multiply. The Bugins honored the Horned Mother Deer. That was until a rich man died. His sons wanted to show an unheard-of honor to their father, they sent hunters, killed those deer, cut down his horns, and they ordered the craftsmen to install the horns on the tomb. From there it went. A great misfortune befell the offspring of the Horned Mother Deer. There was no mercy for the deer. They fled to inaccessible mountains, but even there they got them. And there were no deer. Deserted mountains. And the Horned Mother Deer was deeply offended by people. She climbed the highest mountain peak, said goodbye to Issyk-Kul and took her last children to another land, to other mountains. And when she left, she said that she would not return ...
It was my grandfather's story.
Storyboy- This is a fairy tale about a white steamer. Here's how he tells it...
Aidana (the boy tells his story)
It contains a boy's fabulous dream - to turn into a fish and sail to Issyk-Kul, to the white steamer, on which his father sails as a sailor. In it, he imagines himself as a fish swimming down the river to a new life, to parental caress. The boy calls them fairy tales because there is a miracle in them, as in fairy tale: the miracle of the Horned Mother Deer and the miracle of the transformation of the boy into a fish. And, as in any fairy tale, the magical world into which the boy plunges is beautiful and fair. Here, good always triumphs over evil, every crime is punished, beauty and harmony reign here, which the boy lacks in real life. Legends are the only thing that helps the boy to live, to remain a kind, unspoiled child who believes in goodness and that it will win. The inner world protects the pure soul of the child from the evil of the outer, surrounding world. But these worlds always collide. There is conflict in the family. “The boy became so scared, so anxious that food did not go down his throat. There is nothing worse when people are silent at dinner and think about something of their own, unkind and suspicious.
The boy, firmly believing in the fairy tale told by his grandfather, asks the mother deer to bring a cradle for Orozkul and Aunt Bekey. Then everything will be fine. "He fell asleep disturbing dream and falling asleep begged Horned mother deer bring birch beshik for Orozkul and Aunt Bekey. Let them have children!”
Grandfather wants to resolve the conflict peacefully, but his attempt does not lead to anything good. Grandfather Momun breaks the tale himself. Fearing the wrath of Orozkul, he kills the maral for the sake of his daughter and grandson. "Boy with fear I looked at this terrible picture. He didn't believe his eyes. Before him lay the head of the Horned Mother Deer.
But with this, he kills the child, inflicting severe mental trauma on him. The boy often asks questions to which he cannot find an answer: “Why do people live like this? Why are some evil and others good? Why are there happy and unhappy? Why are there those that everyone is afraid of, and those that no one is afraid of? Why do some people have kids and others don't? Why can some people not give salaries to others? Probably the most the best people those who receive the highest salaries. But the grandfather receives little, and everyone offends him. Oh, how to make my grandfather also get a bigger salary! Maybe then Orozkul would begin to respect his grandfather.” As a result, the boy has only one fairy tale left - the fairy tale about the white steamer. In the tragic finale, the boy is left completely alone in this world: his grandfather betrayed him, the Horned Mother Deer left, and the boy swims away as a fish, rejecting not people, but evil, cruelty in them. "No, I I'd rather be a fish. I'll sail away from here."
(boy swims away like a fish)
In an instant, all his dreams and hopes were destroyed, and the cruelty of the world, from which he had been hiding for a long time, appeared before him in all its guise. Having sailed away as a fish along the river, he "rejected what his childish soul did not put up with." But he still had faith in goodness, because he did not die, but went away from reality into his own world of fairy tales, he did not commit suicide, but “sailed away like a fish along the river.
Nazymgul The image of grandfather Momun
Grandfather Momun is the closest person for the boy. We learn about him and about the history of his life from the first pages of the story. Before us is a portrait of an unremarkable elderly man: “Momun's appearance was not that of an aksakal. Small growth. The nose is soft, duck; on a bare chin, two or three reddish hairs - that's the whole beard. "The wise people called my grandfather Quick Momun." “He earned such a nickname by his unchanging friendliness, readiness to always serve.” « He was invariably friendly to everyone whom he knew even a little bit.». « Everyone in the district knew my grandfather, and he knew everyone.” “No one treated Momun with the respect that people of his age enjoy. He was an eccentric, and they treated him like an eccentric."
In the story, as often in life, it turns out that the best people are poor, unhappy, humiliated by those who have power and strength. So, grandfather Momun “All my life from morning to evening in work, I lived in troubles, but I did not learn to make myself respected.” He knew how to work. He did everything quickly and easily, and most importantly - he did not shirk like others. He worked as a carpenter, as a saddleman, he was a stacker; he set stacks on the collective farm; was a labor army soldier during the war; he cut down houses on the cordon, he was engaged in forestry; went for cattle and kept an apiary. At the cordon, he was listed as an auxiliary worker, and did the work of Orozkul, while he walked and visited the shepherds.
Grandfather Momun is the best grandfather, but he is quite simple, and therefore everyone laughs at him. And he had his troubles and sorrows, from which he suffered, cried at night. The boy knows about these troubles: his grandfather worries about him, his grandson, worries about the “most unfortunate” daughter, Aunt Bekey. It is a pity to see the boy's grandfather, who, crying, turns to God. “Take me, take me, miserable! - said the old man, falling to his knees and raising his hands to the sky.
Momun's grandfather helped create the boy's world of legend by telling him about the Horned Mother Deer; taught to respect the laws of the ancestors , brought up respect for man, compassion, instilled love for nature. Wisely and unobtrusively, Momun teaches his grandson: “Eh, my son, it’s bad when people don’t shine with intelligence, but with wealth!”
“Eh, my son, it’s bad when singers compete in praise, they turn from singers into enemies of the song!”
“Eh, my son, even in ancient times people said that wealth gives rise to pride, pride - recklessness.”
“E-e, my son, and where there is money, there is no place for a good word, there is no place for beauty.”
But the grandfather cannot protect his grandson from the cruelties and injustices of the world, because he himself is weak. Orozkul keeps yelling at him! The only time grandfather Momun raised his voice to Orozkul was when it was necessary to pick up the boy from school, and Orozkul, who was obliged to repay the debt, hit the old man in the face. “- Scoundrel! - said Momun, never contradicting anyone, blue from the cold. And yet Momun cannot resist Orozkul, he kills the deer, doing evil in the name of good for the sake of his “ill-fated daughter”, for the sake of his grandson. But his philosophy of evil in the name of good failed. “The old man threw a distant, strange, wild look at the boy. His face was hot and red; it was filled with flaming paint and immediately turned pale. A grandfather cannot look his grandson in the eyes. This is how the boy sees his grandfather for the last time: “The face of a drunken old man turned to him, stained with dirt and dust, with a miserable matted beard.” Having killed the deer, Momun dooms the boy to death, destroys beautiful world the legend that the grandson lives on. “And now, stricken with grief and shame, the old man lay face down on the ground.” Many questions remain unanswered in the story, in particular, the question of Momun: “And why do people happen like that? Are you good to him - is he evil to you?
Jihaz Image of Orozkul
Orozkul is the son-in-law of grandfather Momun, vindictive and spiritually limited, the owner of the cordon. Most of his life he “travels around for guests”, and grandfather Momun, although he is listed as an auxiliary worker, watches over the forest. “Only when the authorities appear, then Orozkul himself will show the forest and arrange a hunt.” Orozkul is offended by his fate: “God did not give him his own son, his blood”, “self-pity and anger” boil in his soul, therefore, returning home, “clenching his meaty fists”, he knows in advance that he will beat his wife, “ stupefied with grief and malice." The author, giving a portrait description of Orozkul, points to the details of his portrait: “a bull-like man”, with a “gloomy, gloomy look”, “well-fed and drunk”. Orozkul can be relatively called an unhappy person. Relatively, because Orozkul has his own concept of happiness - it is wealth, honor, respect, admiration for him. The boy sees how “Orozkul was crying and could not stop sobbing. He cried because it was not his son who ran out to meet him, and because he did not find something necessary in himself to say at least a few human words to this boy with a briefcase. He always oppresses, humiliates his relatives. Grandfather Momun, for the sake of his daughter, was also in his power. He hoped that Orozkul would become good if he had children, if he knew that he would leave behind offspring. But at the same time, it is clear that if there was even a drop of kindness in Orozkul, then he would give his warmth to the boy, as the Horned Mother Deer did in the legend. The boy knows that his uncle is actually filled only with evil, he is subconsciously afraid of Orozkul, like grandfather Momun. Orozkul evokes hostility and disgust when we read an episode about how Orozkul “has to pay for his boasting, for treating shepherds” and the promised log had to be returned. “Orozkul tore off Momun’s old tarpaulin boots, which were thrown over their tops, from his shoulder and hit his father-in-law twice on the head and face with it.”
Orozkul does not respect people who are nearby, he disparages those whom he considers below him. “Who is this teacher? She has been wearing the same coat for five years. Would a decent teacher go to such a school?” or "I'll kill the old fool - and that's it."
Orozkul dreams of city life and blames himself: “I was in a hurry - but the position was drawn. Although small, but the position. After the courses of foresters, it was necessary to go to a technical school. Let's listen to his monologue.
(Orozkul's monologue)
It is Orozkul who forces grandfather Momun to kill the deer and encroach on what he believed in all his life, “on the memory of his ancestors”, on the moral laws of the Bugins. And there are no moral laws for Orozkul.
(Orozkul cuts the horns of a deer)
“Orozkul began to carve the horns from the skull.
- Oh yes horns! We are your grandfather. When he dies, we will put him on the grave. Let him now say that we do not respect him. Much more! It’s not a sin to die for such horns even today!” “Orozkul continued to quarter the head of the Horned Mother Deer with drunken persistence:
Oh you bastard! I can't crack heads like that! Orozkul growled in a fit of wild anger and hatred. … Those were the very horns on which, with the prayers of the boy, the Horned Mother Deer was supposed to bring a magical cradle to Orozkul and Aunt Bekey.
In the description of Orozkul, the author's attitude towards him is clearly traced. It is no coincidence that after the deed the author writes about him: "... Orozkul appeared, stubborn and red, like an inflamed udder." We feel nothing but hostility and aversion to this image.
Through project work, we have learned
- work with text;
- on the basis of quotations, they learned to give detailed characteristics of images-characters;
- were also able to understand the structure of the research work.
2. Teacher's word
Thank you for your work. Through the attitude of the characters to the world and people, we understand the position of the author, but not only. An important role is played by the composition of the work - a story within a story. It is no coincidence that a legend is given in the story. Let's remember the definition.
On the desk
A legend is a folk legend about an outstanding event or act of a person, based on a miracle, a fantastic image.
3. Conversation
What plot role does the legend of the Horned Mother Deer introduced into the text of the story play? (The legend is the basis of the story. It explains the origin of the Bugu tribe, it embodies folk ideas about good and evil, and it also predicts the tragic ending of the work.)
The tale of the Horned Mother - the deer still lives in the memory of the Kirghiz. The ornament on the festive mats covering the yurts conveys the pattern of deer horns, and the high headdress bushnok - chelek - still keeps the memory of them. Once upon a time, says the legend, a man hid the horns of the Mother Deer under him. Ch. Aitmatov made this legend the basis of his legend about deer and gave it a second life.
Why does the boy admire the deer mother? (kindness towards people, forgiveness, compassion, love of the world)
Is it only the mother deer that we see through the eyes of a boy?
- For a boy, good and evil are specific. Good is the mother deer and grandfather Momun, evil is Orozkul. But life poses an unsolvable task for the child: why grandfather Momun, who gave him wonderful fairy tale and who taught him to believe in good, retreats before Orozkul and helps him to destroy the beautiful deer?
Why such a tragic end? (real life cruel, and it is difficult for the child to cope with those who older, older, has power)
5. Teacher's word
There is such a law of world art - to send their best heroes to death and torment in order to stir up the souls of the living, to call them to do good. The story was originally conceived as short story. Aitmatov wanted to write an elegiac story, to remember his youth and those people he knew and who have long been gone. Here is how the writer himself recalls it:
6. Individual student. Arman
“I wanted to write about what I saw - driving, meeting trucks and talking to an old man. I wanted to describe how upset the old man was by the death of the deer, he tried to dissuade people from shooting the deer. It was in this area that the Bugu tribe lived, which revered the deer as a sacred animal. But when I started writing, I felt that there was something more important behind this episode. The image of a boy appeared. Yes, I remember, there was a boy running there too. The old man said that he takes him to school. I asked where the school was, and he answered - far beyond the forest. Every day he took him there and picked him up. So at the heart of my story were real people and events. But literature must recycle real facts. When half of the story was already written, I still did not know how the boy would behave at the end.
At the beginning of the work, I imagined the ending of the story differently. marala at they beat him, and the boy feels very sorry for him. He gets up early in the morning, sees the snow falling. Grandpa puts him on a horse and rides with him to school. But then I decided to make this ending different, symbolic: the boy sails away to the white ship, his ideal ... "
7. Word yreader. Conversation.
The story has 2 titles "After the fairy tale" and "White ship". It is clear that the first sounds more tragic. The second inspires optimism: if a person does not accept vice, he will remain pure, like a small seven-year-old child.
- What is the main idea of the work? (The idea of the story lies in the clash of the opposite concepts of "nature" and "civilization" in society, the eternal theme of "good" and "evil." This theme of good and evil is the basis of many fairy tales and legends. But if in fairy tales good is almost always triumphs and evil is punished, this is not always the case in reality.)
VII. Summing up the lesson
Closing the book, we, the readers, feel responsible for the death of the child. The writer himself said this about himself: “The day when I stop worrying and tormenting, searching and worrying, will be the hardest day in my life.” The story seems unfinished because many questions remain unanswered.
It is not written in the story why, as in fairy tales, good did not overcome evil. The right to find answers to them is left to the reader.
VIII. Reflection stage
(text on blackboard)
Our life is changeable. Each generation decides for itself what is transient and what is eternal. Eternal is the problem of everyone's responsibility for the life of society, the problem of moral choice in the conditions of broken traditions. Eternal honor, conscience, decency of a person. For those who have their own moral "core", no trials are terrible. But only time can put everything in its place.
Only then do children reach maturity and become moral people, when:
– when they absorb the experience of their fathers;
- when they are filled with gratitude for the feat of self-sacrifice of adults;
- when they take on a duty to all who came before them;
- when they feel their duty to preserve, enrich and pass on what the older generation has left them.)
IX. Homework
Come up with your own ending to the story "The White Steamboat"
X. Commenting marks
