What does the fairy tale teach the sorcerer Zoshchenko. “The Sorcerer”, analysis of Zoshchenko’s story. Literary direction and genre
In the section on the question: Please help me write who are the heroes of M. M. Zoshchenko’s work “The Sorcerer”? And what is there to like about this book? given by the author Neuropathologist the best answer is Heroes of the story:
- rural sorcerer;
- disabled villager Timoshka;
- his wife;
- their old relative;
- rural men.
It seems that progress is evident, and all sorts of scientific discoveries, but people believe in sorcerers. And they go to all sorts of tricks to scare the population and earn authority and fame. So the hero of the story, the sorcerer, stuck a pin in the calf’s tail. He, naturally, yells. The wife and the old woman sent Timoshka for the sorcerer, whom he had kicked out of the hut the day before. Timoshka spied how the sorcerer would heal the calf. And when I saw the sorcerer pull the pin out of his tail, he recorded the deception and called the men together. And they began to torture the healer. And they beat him to death. And then they began to be afraid that something might not work out. And they were afraid. Two misfortunes happened: a cow trampled a chicken and a local drunkard dislocated his leg due to drunkenness. Now they are waiting for the third.
And I like the story for its unique language, humor and satire, with which Mikhail Zoshchenko attacks people’s prejudices.
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One of Zoshchenko's sad stories. One villager, Yegor Glotov, set out to buy a horse. He began to save money, cutting himself off in everything. “He ate straw,” as he said... He completely stopped drinking moonshine, but before he had been drinking heavily... He spent two years doing this to make his dream come true... Two years later he was going to the city to buy a horse. He even refused an offer from a village neighbor to buy a horse from him. So he wanted to observe the ritual and bargain at the market. He liked the horse at the market. He haggled for half a day, almost killing the seller and the horse itself, and reduced the price by almost half. He led the horse proudly home... And suddenly he so wanted to show off his purchase that he decided to invite an unfamiliar man to the tavern to treat himself to vodka and talk about everything... He woke up only on the third day, without money and a horse... he drank in a stupor. That's the whole "trouble"...
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Miracles, citizens! There is, one might say, steam all around, Electric Energy, foot-operated sewing machines, - and right there along with this - sorcerers and magicians.
Perfect miracles!
A man in a village has a seeder and a winnowing machine, and the man razed his land with a steam tractor, and right next door and in almost every village there lives a sorcerer. He lives, chews bread and kisses peasants.
Strange and incomprehensible things!
The other day a sorcerer was killed in a village. Well, they killed, they killed - we must forget. So the peasants have not forgotten. Now they cry and sob and tear out their hair.
Because they are afraid that there will be punishment from above.
And this sorcerer came to one average man just before his death. And the sign is this: a sorcerer has come, which means expect trouble: either the cow will die or another misfortune.
The sorcerer came and sat down at the table. And his eyes are cloudy, his mustache is downward, and his beard is fluttering. The sorcerer sits at the table and scratches his left hand. Well, of course, they were scared in the hut. The hostess rushes about, groans, and rushes everything edible to the table. Meanwhile, the old woman bows to the sorcerer at the waist and naively asks:
And why, father, did you come, sit down at the table and scratch your left arm? Will some trouble or grief happen?
And the sorcerer, frowning, answers:
Maybe grandma it will happen. And if it happens, you’ll pay it off, God’s old lady. There is nothing to be afraid of trouble.
And the owner, the disabled Timoshka, nods at the old woman and approaches the sorcerer himself.
There’s no point in sitting here, he says, chilling out. There’s no point in scratching my hands, he says, because I’m raising fleas. Scratch and that's enough - roll like a sausage.
They gasped in the hut at the impudent remark. And the sorcerer turned gray, stood up, sniffed the empty air and left.
Well, he left - he left. The woman cries, the old woman grunts, and Timoshka, puffing out her chest, answers:
“I still very much regret that I didn’t hit the sorcerer between the eyes,” he said. “I always hit sorcerers in the nose,” he says.
And then night came. The woman is crying, the old woman is grunting. And Timoshka lies on the bench and whistles with his nose. Suddenly, in the middle of the night, Baba wakes up Timoshka.
Well, he says, they waited - it’s a disaster. Listen!
And it’s true: from the yard, from the stable, the body is thinly poured out.
Well, they lit a lantern, went out into the yard - that’s right: there’s a calf standing in the middle of the barn, its tail raised up and screaming, screaming - the ears are bored.
They gave the heifer some soaked bread, but she didn’t take it. Given milk - he refuses.
And he screams all night. And in the morning he screams. And at lunchtime he yells.
In the evening the women pressed Timoshka. They ordered him to fall at the feet of the sorcerer and beg for forgiveness. Timoshka bowed, but went.
“What,” asks the sorcerer, “isn’t the heifer screaming?”
Timoshka was scared.
Yes, he says, the citizen is a sorcerer, the chick is screaming. They did not order, he says, to execute, but they ordered to have mercy. I have to, he says.
Okay,” said the sorcerer.
And went. He went ahead, and Timoshka followed him. We reached the house, and the sorcerer said:
As we enter the gate, turn to the side and whisper prayers. I’ll work hard and go to the calf myself.
And he went to the calf.
And Timoshka waited a little behind him. The sorcerer is in the barn, and Timoshka leans against the wall and looks through the crack to see what the sorcerer will do.
Meanwhile, the sorcerer took the calf's tail in his hand and took out a pin from it.
Timoshka shouted here, locked the barn, called the men and explained the matter.
They started beating the sorcerer.
They beat the sorcerer, they beat him - the sorcerer was silent, but, dying, he said:
I didn’t put a pin in the calf’s tail - God did.
And so he died.
Well, he died - he died. Today, for example, if he dies, tomorrow there will be a misfortune: a man in a neighboring village had his chicken crushed by a cow with its foot.
A month or two passed - bam, another misfortune: a drunken man was walking home, fell into a ditch and twisted his leg. These two misfortunes have happened, and the peasants are waiting for the third. And the third happens - they will wait for the fourth.
The sorcerer will now crush the human people.
WITCH
Miracles, citizens! All around, one might say, there is steam, electric energy, foot-operated sewing machines - and right there, along with this, sorcerers and magicians.
Perfect miracles!
A man in a village has a seeder and a winnowing machine, and the man razed his land with a steam tractor, and right next door and in almost every village there lives a sorcerer. He lives, chews bread and kisses peasants.
Strange and incomprehensible things!
The other day a sorcerer was killed in a village. Well, they killed, they killed - we must forget. So the peasants have not forgotten. Now they cry and sob and tear out their hair.
Because they are afraid that there will be punishment from above.
And this sorcerer came to one average man just before his death. And the sign is this: a sorcerer has come, which means expect trouble: either the cow will die, or some other misfortune will happen.
The sorcerer came and sat down at the table. And his eyes are cloudy, his mustache is downward, and his beard is fluttering.
The sorcerer sits at the table and scratches his left hand.
Well, of course, they were scared in the hut. The hostess rushes about, groans, and rushes everything edible onto the table. Meanwhile, the old woman bows to the sorcerer at the waist and naively asks:
And why did you, father, come, sit down at the table and scratch your left arm? Will some trouble or grief happen?
And the sorcerer, frowning, answers
Maybe grandma it will happen. And if it happens, you’ll pay it off, God’s old lady. There is nothing to be afraid of trouble.
And the owner, the disabled Timoshka, nods at the old woman and approaches the sorcerer himself.
There’s no point in sitting here, he says, chilling out. There’s no point in scratching my hands, he says, because I’m raising fleas. Scratch and that's enough - roll like a sausage.
They gasped in the hut at the impudent remark. And the sorcerer turned gray, stood up, sniffed the empty air and left.
Well, he left - he left. The woman cries, the old woman grunts, and Timoshka, puffing out her chest, answers:
“I still very much regret that I didn’t hit the sorcerer between the eyes,” he said. “I always hit sorcerers in the nose,” he says. And then night came. The woman is crying, the old woman is grunting. And Timoshka lies on the bench and whistles with his nose.
Suddenly, in the middle of the night, Baba wakes up Timoshka.
Well, he says, they waited - it’s a disaster. Listen!
And it’s true that from the yard, from the stable, a thin body of water pours out. Well, we lit a lantern, went out into the yard - the calf was standing in the middle of the stable, its tail raised up and screaming, screaming - the ears were bored.
They gave the heifer some soaked bread, but she didn’t take it. Given milk - he refuses. And he screams all night. And in the morning he screams. And at lunchtime he yells. In the evening the women pressed Timoshka. They ordered him to fall at the feet of the sorcerer and beg for forgiveness.
Timoshka bowed, but went. I've arrived.
“What,” asks the sorcerer, “isn’t the chick screaming?”
Timoshka was scared.
Yes, he says, the citizen is a sorcerer, the chick screams. They did not order, he says, to execute, but they ordered to have mercy. I have to, he says.
Okay,” said the sorcerer.
And went. He went ahead, and Timoshka followed him. We reached the house, and the sorcerer said:
As we enter the gate, turn to the side and whisper prayers. I’ll work hard and go to the calf myself.
And he went to the calf.
And Timoshka waited a little behind him. The sorcerer is in the barn, and Timoshka leans against the wall and looks through the crack to see what the sorcerer will do.
Meanwhile, the sorcerer took the calf's tail in his hand and took it out
A pin.
Timoshka shouted here, locked the barn, called the men and explained the matter. They started beating the sorcerer.
They beat the sorcerer, they beat him - the sorcerer was silent, but, dying, he said:
I didn’t put a pin in the calf’s tail - God did.
And so he died.
Well, he died - he died. Today, for example, if he dies, tomorrow there will be a misfortune: a man in a neighboring village had his chicken crushed by a cow with its foot.
A month or two passed - bam! - even more misfortune, a drunken man was walking home, fell into a ditch and twisted his leg. These two misfortunes have happened, and the peasants are waiting for the third. And the third happens - they will wait for the fourth.
The sorcerer will now crush the human people.
Notes:
Magician - sorcerer, wizard;
seeder - a tool for sowing seeds in XIX beginning XX century;
winnowing machine - a tool for cleaning grain from impurities;
to cluck - to shout;
scratches his left arm - by folk beliefs, left hand itching to get money.
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Miracles, citizens! All around, one might say, steam, electric energy, foot-operated sewing machines - and right there
along with this - sorcerers and magicians.
Perfect miracles!
A man in the village has a seeder and a winnowing machine, and the man is tearing up his land with a steam tractor, and right next to
and in almost every village there lives a sorcerer. He lives, chews bread and kisses peasants.
Strange and incomprehensible things!
The other day a sorcerer was killed in a village. Well, they killed, they killed - we must forget. So the peasants have not forgotten. Crying
Now they are crying and tearing out their hair.
Because they are afraid that there will be punishment from above.
And this sorcerer came to one average man just before his death. And the sign is this: he has arrived
a sorcerer means expect trouble: either the cow will die or another misfortune.
The sorcerer came and sat down at the table. And his eyes are cloudy, his mustache is downward, and his beard is fluttering.
The sorcerer sits at the table and scratches his left hand.
Well, of course, they were scared in the hut. The hostess rushes about, groans, and rushes everything edible onto the table. The old woman bows
Meanwhile, the sorcerer hits the belt and naively asks:
- And why did you, father, come, sit down at the table and scratch your left arm? Will some trouble or grief happen?
And the sorcerer, frowning, answers:
- Maybe, grandma, it will happen. And if it happens, you’ll pay it off, God’s old lady. There is nothing to be afraid of trouble.
And the owner, the disabled Timoshka, nods at the old woman and approaches the sorcerer himself.
“There’s no point,” he says, “there’s no point in sitting here, chilling out.” There’s no point in scratching my hands here, he says, I have fleas
breed. Scratch it and stop being a sausage.
They gasped in the hut at the impudent remark. And the sorcerer turned gray, stood up, sniffed the empty air and left.
Well, he left - he left. The woman cries, the old woman grunts, and Timoshka, puffing out her chest, answers:
“I,” he says, “still very much regret that I didn’t hit the sorcerer between the eyes.” I, he says, are always in the presence of sorcerers
I hit the bridge of the nose.
And then night came. The woman is crying, the old woman is grunting. And Timoshka lies on the bench and whistles with his nose.
Suddenly, in the middle of the night, Baba wakes up Timoshka.
- Well, he says, they waited - it’s a disaster. Listen!
And it’s true: from the yard, from the stable, the body is thinly poured out.
Well, they lit a lantern, went out into the yard - that’s right: there’s a calf standing in the middle of the barn, its tail raised up and
yells, yells - my ears are bored.
They gave the heifer some soaked bread, but she didn’t take it. Given milk - he refuses.
And he screams all night. And in the morning he screams. And at lunchtime he yells. In the evening the women pressed Timoshka. They told him to lie down
at the feet of the sorcerer and beg forgiveness.
Timoshka bowed, but went.
I've arrived.
“What,” asks the sorcerer, “isn’t the chick screaming?” Timoshka was scared.
- Yes, he says, the citizen is a sorcerer, the chick is screaming. They did not order, he says, to execute, but they ordered to have mercy. From me, he says,
has to.
“Okay,” said the sorcerer.
And went. He went ahead, and Timoshka followed him. We reached the house, and the sorcerer said:
- As we enter the gate, turn to the side and whisper prayers. I’ll work hard and go to the calf myself.
And he went to the calf.
And Timoshka waited a little behind him. The sorcerer is in the barn, and Timoshka leans against the wall and looks through the crack to see what
the sorcerer will cast a spell.
Meanwhile, the sorcerer took the calf's tail in his hand and took out a pin from it.
Timoshka shouted here, locked the barn, called the men and explained the matter.
They started beating the sorcerer.
They beat the sorcerer, they beat him - the sorcerer was silent, but, dying, he said:
“I didn’t put a pin in the calf’s tail—God did.” And so he died.
Well, he died - he died. Today, for example, if he dies, tomorrow there will be a misfortune: a man in a neighboring village has a cow
She crushed the chicken with her foot.
A month or two passed - bam! - another misfortune: a drunken man was walking home, fell into a ditch and hit his leg
turned it out. These two misfortunes have happened, and the peasants are waiting for the third. And the third will happen - they will wait for the fourth.
The sorcerer will now crush the human people.