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"You say that a person cannot understand himself for himself that it is good that it's bad that the whole thing is in the environment that the medium is joined. And I think that it's all about the case. I'll tell you about myself. So, spoke by all the respected Ivan Vasilyevich after the conversation that was walking between us, that for personal cultivation it is necessary to change the conditions, among which people live. Nobody, in fact, did not say that it was impossible to understand himself that it was good that Ivan Vasilyevich had such a manner to answer his own, arising from the conversation of thought and on the occasion of these thoughts to tell episodes from his life. Often he completely forgot the reason he told, fond of the story, especially since he told him very sincerely and truthfully. So he did now and now. - I'll tell you myself. My whole life was so, and not otherwise, not from the medium, but completely from the other. - From what? We asked. - Yes, this is a long story. To understand, you need to tell a lot. - Here you are telling. Ivan Vasilyevich wondered, shook his head. "Yes," he said. - All life has changed from one night, or rather morning. - What was the case? - And it was that I was very in love. I fell in love many times, but it was my very strong love. The case is the past; She has a daughter married. It was B ..., yes, Varnka B ..., - Ivan Vasilyevich called the last name. - She and fifty years was a wonderful beauty. But in youth, eighteen years old, was charming: high, slim, graceful and majestic, precisely majestic. She kept always unusually directly, as if he could not otherwise, throwing his head a little back, and it gave her with her beauty and high growth, despite her hoodoobu, even the bony, some kind of royal appearance that would scare it if It would not be affectionate, always a cheerful smile and mouth, and adorable, shiny eyes, and all of her cute, young creature. - What is Ivan Vasilyevich signs. - Yes, no matter how paint, it is impossible to paint so that you understand what it was. But not the fact: what I want to tell, it was in the forties. I was at that time a student in a provincial university. I do not know whether it is good or bad, but we didn't have any circles at that time in our university, no theories, and we were just young and lived, as you knew that you were learned and having fun. I was very cheerful and briskly small, and even rich. I had an internal dashing, rode from the mountains with a young lady (the skates were not yet in fashion), Kutil with comrades (at that time we did nothing but champagne, did not drink; there was no money - they didn't drink anything, but did not drink anything now , vodka). The main pleasure was evenings and balls. I danced well and was not ugroen. "Well, there is nothing to modify," one of the interlocuts interrupted him. - We know your still Dagerrotype portrait. Not that is not ugroen, and you were handsome. - Handsome man so handsome, but not the point. And the fact is that during this my most severe love for her I was on the last day of the carnival on the ball at the provincial leader, a good-natured old man, the rich-boss and chamber. She took the same good-natured as he, his wife in a velvet pussy dress, in a diamond feronniere on his head and with open old, plump, white shoulders and breasts, like portraits of Elizabeth Petrovna, the ball was wonderful: the hall is beautiful, with choirs, musicians - Famous landlords that are famous at the time, a buffet of a magnificent and scattered champagne sea. Although I and the hunter was to champagne, but did not drink, because without wine was drunk, but it was dancing to fall - danced and Kadryli, and the waltza, and polika, of course, as it was possible, everything with Vabnika. She was in a white dress with a pink belt and in white husky gloves, a little uncommon to thin, sharp elbows, and in white satin shoes. Mazurka was abound from me: I still can't forgive this engineer - I still can not forgive him - I invited her, I just entered, and I called for a hairdresser and for the gloves and late. So I didn't dance the Mazurka with her, but with one bowl, followed by a little bit of before. But, I'm afraid, this evening was very unacceptable with her, did not look at her, and saw only a high slim figure in a white dress with a pink belt, her shiny, stuck face and gentle eyes, cute eyes. Not me alone, everyone looked at her and admired her, admired men, and women, despite the fact that she eclipsed them all. It was impossible not to admire. By law, so to speak, I didn't dance Mazurka with her, but in reality I danced almost all the time with her. She, not embarrassed, across the entire hall went straight to me, and I threw up, without waiting for the invitation, and she thanked my smile for my guess. When we were let down to her and she did not guessed my quality, she, she did not give my hand, shouted with thin shoulders and, as a sign of regret and consolation, smiled at me. When the Figures of Mazurka Walza did, I had a long time walled with her, and she, often breathe, smiled and told me: "Encore". And I walked also and did not feel my body. "Well, how didn't you feel, I think very felt when I hugged her for the waist, not only my own, but also her body," said one of the guests. Ivan Vasilievich suddenly blushed and shouted angrily almost: - Yes, that's you, the current youth. You, besides the body, do not see anything. Nowadays was wrong. The stronger I was in love, she became more inepent for me. You now see legs, ankles and something else, you undressing women in love with, for me, as Alphonse Karr said, a good writer was, - on the subject of my love there were always bronze clothes. We are not something stripped, but tried to cover the nudity as the good son of Noah. Well, yes you will not understand ... - Do not listen to him. What's next? Said one of us. - Yes. So I danced with her more and did not see how time passed. Musicians are with some despair of fatigue, you know, as it happens at the end of the ball, all the same motif of the Mazurki picked up, from the living rooms already rose from the cards of Dapashi and Momashi, waiting for dinner, the lackeys were closed more often, bringing something. There was a third hour. It was necessary to use the last minutes. I chose it once again, and we went to the hundredth time along the hall. - So after dinner, my kadrille? - I told her, getting her place to the place. "Of course, if I won't be taken away," she said, smiling. "I will not give," I said. "Give the fan," she said. "It's a pity to give," I said, feeding her white cheap fan. "So you want you not to regret," she said, torn off the feather from Were and gave me. I took a feather and only a look could express all my delight and gratitude. I was not only cheerful and satisfied, I was happy, Blessed, I was kind, I was not me, but some kind of unearthly creature, not knowing evil and capable of one good. I hid a fever into the glove and stood, unable to move away from her. "Look, Dad is asked to dance," she said to me, pointing to a high state figure of her father, a colonel with silver epolutions, standing in the door with the hostess and other ladies. "Varnika, Fly here," we heard the loud voice of the hostess in the Villanta Feronerke and with Elizavetinsky shoulders. Varnka approached the door, and I am behind it. - We persuade Ma Chère, your father go with you. Well, please, Peter Vladislavich, - the mistress applied to the Colonel. The father of Varniki was very beautiful, stately, high and fresh old man. He had a very ruddy face, with white à la nicolas I pets, the white, the white buncanbards, and with a comedian ahead with the temples, and the same affectionate, joyful smile, like her daughter, was in his brilliant eyes and lips. It was folded perfectly, with a wide, unbeloved decorated with orders, moving in military breasts, with strong shoulders and long slender legs. He was the military chief of the type of old servants of the Nikolaev sentence. When we approached the doors, the colonel refused, saying that he had to dance, but still, smiling, throwing his hand on his left side, took out his sword from the thaw, gave her to a helpful young man and stretching a suede glove on the right hand, " It is necessary for everything by law, "- smiling, he said, took his daughter's hand and became a quarter of turnover, waiting for the beat. Having waited for the beginning of the assistant motif, he fucked by one foot, thrown out another, and high, the cargo figure is quietly and smoothly, it is noisy and rapidly, with a trap soles and legs on the leg, rushed around the hall. The graceful figure of Varnika floated near him, imperceptibly, in time shortening or extending the steps of his little white satin legs. The whole hall watched each movement of the pair. I not only admired, but with enthusiastic mild, I looked at them. His boots, covered with strips, were especially mirked by his boots, but not trendy, with sharp, and vintage, with four-body socks and without heels, obviously, the boots were built by a battalion shoemaker. "To take out and wear your favorite daughter, he does not buy fashionable boots, but wears homemade," I thought, and these four-body socks boots especially dislike me. It was seen that he once danced perfectly, but was now cargo, and the legs were no longer enough for all those beautiful and fast PA, which he tried to extract. But he still deftly passed two circles. When he, quickly putting his legs, again joined them and, although he was somewhat hard, fell on one knee, and she, smiling and correcting the skirt, which he hooked, smoothly passed around him, and worked loudly. With some effort, he raised himself, he gently, nicely grabbed his daughter with his hands behind her ears and, kissing his forehead, led her to me, thinking that I was dancing with her. I said that I am not her cavalier. "Well, I don't care, now you are with her," he said, tenderly smiling and carrying the sword in the spoil. As it happens that, after one drop-down from the bottle, the contents of it is poured by large jets, and in my soul, love for Varenka freed all the hidden ability of love in my soul. I hugged the whole world with my love at that time. I loved the hostess in Feronerke, with her Elisavtian bust, and her husband, and her guests, and her Laces, and even the engineer of Anisimov even confessed. To his father, with his homemade boots and affectionate, like her, smile, I experienced some enthusiastic feeling at that time. Mazurka ended, the owners asked guests to dinner, but Colonel B. refused, saying that he had to get up early tomorrow, and said goodbye to the owners. I was afraid that she was taken away, but she was left with her mother. After dinner, I danced with her promised cadrill, and despite the fact that it seemed to be infinitely happy, my happiness grew and grew and grew. We did not talk anything about love. I did not ask her nor myself even about whether she loved me. It was enough for me what I loved her. And I was afraid only one so that anything did not spoil my happiness. When I arrived home, undressed and thought about a dream, I saw that it was absolutely impossible. In my hand there was a feather from her place and a whole glove, which she gave me, leaving when he sat down in the carriage and I sat her mother and then her. I looked at these things and, without closing the eye, I saw her before myself, at that moment, when she, choosing from two cavaliers, guess my quality, and hear her a cute voice when he says: "Pride? Yes?" "And happily gives me a hand or when he had a glass of champagne glasses at dinner and looks at me with caressing eyes. But most of all I see her in a pair with his father, when she smoothly moves around him and proudly and joy and for himself and for him looks at the words of the audience. And I unwittingly connect it and her in one gentle, mounted feeling. We lived then alone with the late brother. Brother and did not love light at all and did not go to the balls, now she was preparing for the candidate exam and led the right life. He slept. I looked at him clouded into the pillow and closed to half a flannel blanket my head, and I became lovingly sorry for him, it's a pity that he did not know and did not share the happiness that I experienced. Our fastener Petrusha greeted me with a candle and wanted to help me undress, but I let him go. The appearance of his hollow face with confused hair seemed to me as humblely touching. Trying not to make noise, I went on tiptoe to my room and sat on the bed. No, I was too happy, I could not sleep. Moreover, it was hot in the flooded rooms, and I, without removing the uniform, slowly went to the front, put on the sinel, took the outdoor door and went out into the street. From the ball, I left in the fifth hour, while I drove home, I sat down at home, another two hours passed, so when I came out, it was already light. There was the most passengerous weather, there was a fog, saturated with water snow melted on the roads, and from all the roofs. B. Now at the end of the city, beside a large field, at one end of which was a walk, and on the other - the Devic Institute. I passed our desert lane and went on a big street, where pedestrians began to meet, and breaking with firewood on the sleigh, which took place to the pavement. And the horses, evenly swaying under the glossy arcs with wet heads, and the cabings covered with chickens, splitting in huge boots near the ages, and the houses of the streets seemed in the fog very high - everything was especially cute me and significantly. When I went out on the field, where there was their home, I saw at the end of him, in the direction of the walk, something big, black and heard the sounds of flutes and drums from there. In my soul, I was lyreng all the time and occasionally was heard the motive of Mazurka. But it was some kind of other, tough, bad music. "What it is?" - I thought and on the trained in the middle of the field, a slippery road went to the direction of sounds. After passing the steps of a hundred, I began to distinguish many black people because of the fog. Obviously, soldiers. "True, learning," I thought and together with the blacksmith in a squeezed serpent and apron, which Intrusted something in front of me, went closer. Soldiers in black uniforms stood in two rows against each other, holding a gun to the leg, and did not move. Behind them were a drummer and a flakeer and not ceasing, repeated all the same unpleasant, sighty melody. - What are they doing? - I asked the blacksmith who stopped next to me. "Tatarin chase for escape," said the blacksmith angrily, looking into the far end of the rows. I began to watch there and saw in the midst of the ranks of something terrible, approaching me. The attorney to me was bare-taled man tied to the guns of two soldiers who led him. Next to him was the high military in the cooler and the cap, the figure of which seemed to me familiar. Hurring with all the body, flewing his legs on the talom snow, punished, under his impaired blows on both sides, fled to me, tilting back - and then Unter-officers who conducted him for the rifles pushed him forward, then falling in advance - and then Unter-officers holding him from falling, pulled it back. And no lagging behind him, it was a solid, ingratifying a high military gait. It was her father, with his ruddy face and white mustes and buynbards. With every blow, the person turned out to be angry, as if he turned his face shred out from suffering to the side, with which the blow fell, and, rubbing white teeth, repeated some alone and the same words. Only when he was very close, I heard these words. He did not say, but sobbed: "Brothers, slow down. Brothers, slow down. " But the brothers were not merciful, and when the procession was completely grew up with me, I saw a soldier who stood against me strongly made a step forward and, with a whistle, waving a stick, strongly slapped her on the back of Tatar. Tatar jerked forward, but Unter-Officers kept him, and the same hit fell on him on the other side, and again with this, and again with that. The colonel went beside, and, looking at himself under his feet, on the punishable, pulled into himself the air, inflating his cheeks, and slowly released it through the outflowing lip. When the march was passed by the place where I stood, I could glimpse between the rows of the back punishable. It was something such a variegne, wet, red, unnatural, that I did not believe that this was the body of a person. "Oh Lord," Kuznets spoke beside me. The procession began to be removed, everyone also fell on two sides of the strikes on the stubborn, the progressive person, and everyone also beat the drums and whistled flute, and all the hard pricted moved high, the colonel's status figure next to the punishable. Suddenly, the Colonel stopped and quickly approached one of the soldiers. "I put to you," I heard his angry voice. - Will you smear? Will you? And I saw him with his strong hand in the Suede Glove hit the face of a frightened tiny, a weak soldier for the fact that he had not strongly lowered his stick on the red back of Tatar. - Submit fresh spideruts! He shouted, looking around, and saw me. Pretending that he does not know me, he, Grozny and viciously frowning, hastily turned away. I was ashamed to me that, not knowing where to look, as if I was outrethed in the most defined act, I lowered my eyes and hurried to leave home. All the way in my ears I had a drum fraction and whistled flute, then the words were heard: "Brothers, slow down," then I heard a self-confident, angry voice of the colonel, screaming: "Will you smear? Will you? " Meanwhile, the heart was almost physical, reaching nausea, longing, such that I stayed several times, and it seemed to me that I was about to leave me all the horrors that entered me from this spectacle. I do not remember how I got home and lay down. But only began to fall asleep, he heard and saw everything and jumped out again. "Obviously, he knows something that I don't know, I thought about the colonel. "If I knew what he knew, I would understand what I saw, and it would not torment me." But how much I thought, I could not understand what the Colonel knows, and fell asleep only in the evening, and then after he went to the buddy and got drunk with him quite drunk. Well, do you think I then decided that what I saw was - a bad thing? Not at all. "If this was done with such confidence and recognized everyone necessary, then it became, they knew something that I didn't know," I thought and tried to learn it. But how much I tried it - and then I could not know it. And not to know, could not enter military service, as I wanted before, and not only did not serve in the military, but I did not serve anywhere and nowhere, as you can see, did not fit. "Well, we know how you didn't go anywhere," one of us said. "Tell me better: any people would not go anywhere, you were not." "Well, it's really nonsense," Ivan Vasilyevich said from sincere annoyance. - Well, and what? We asked. - Love? Love has declined from this day. When she, as it often happened to her, with a smile on his face, wondered, I immediately recalled the colonel on the square, and I got something awkward and unpleasant, and I became less likely to see her. And love and sued there. So that's what things are and from what the whole life of a person is changed and sent. And you say ... - he finished.

« After the ball"- The story of Lion Tolstoy, who saw the light after his death, in 1911. The story is based on the events that occurred with the eldest brother of Leo Tolstoy - Nikolai. At that time, Lev Nikolayevich, being a student, lived in Kazan along with the brothers. Nikolai Nikolayevich was in love with Varvaru Andreyevna Koreish - the daughter of the military head of Andrei Petrovich Koreish and there were in their house. But after they saw the beating of a runaway soldier under the leadership of the father of the girl, the feelings of the loved walked quickly, and he refused the intention to marry.

This story is durable in the memory of Tolstoy, and many years later, he described it in his work. Before the story got my final name, he was called "Daughter and Father", then - "And you say." Tolstoy wrote a story for the collection of works in favor of Jews who were injured during the Chisinau pogrom.

The "Devicious Institute" mentioned in the story is the Kazan Rodionov Institute of Noble Maiden, located then on the outskirts of the city. The place where "Tatarin drove for Escape", now is the street of Leo Tolstoy.

After the ball

In the story, Tolstoy draws two contrast paintings. The first is bright and festive, he describes the ball at the provincial leader, where the hero of the story was in love with Vammentka and delighted with her father-Colonel ("Gubernsky leader, a good-natured old man, rich-boss"). Taking care of his beloved daughter, the father saves on himself, instead of fashionable shoes, it orders boots from a battalion shoemaker. Mazurka Father and Daughter causes universal applause, his wonderful careful attitude towards her. The festive atmosphere strengthens the fact that the ball takes place on the last day of the carnival. But the contrast with this festivity and luxury appears before the story of the story Ivan Vasilyevich the event, which is happening the next morning - disgusting in its cruelty of the bloody disappearance, carried out by the father of Varnika over the escape by a soldier-Tatarin. Moreover, the colonel with the "ruddy face and white mustes and bundles" hits a "tiny, weak soldier", believing that he didn't hit the Tatar tree with a stick along his back, which is already something "motley, wet, red, unnatural." The reincarnation of the gently loving father and a good-natured colonel in a cruel and ruthless tormentor so shocked Ivan Vasilyevich that his feelings to Varna quickly cooled, "the love of this day declined." In the appearance of those who comply with no love, the writer transmits parting with the formal faith, experienced and themselves. The scale of the narrative attes to the fact that the strife is carried out in a common sunday, which makes the Christian forgiveness with a senseless declaration. The writer emphasizes the unforgettableness and non-Christian character of the society by the fact that Spiderutene is punished not just soldiers, but a Muslim; So the "Christian" preaching of Inactive is taught in the form of violence, not Christ love.

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"After the Bala" retelling. Tolstoy L. N.

Summary of the story "After Bala" Tolstoy L.N.

Above the story " After the ball"Tolstoy worked in August 1903. The plot base was the episode from the life of Brother Tolstoy, Sergey Nikolayevich, who was in love with the commander's daughter in Kazan. Sergei Nikolayevich's relationship with a girl was upset after he had to see the execution of a soldier, who was led by his father's father.

The theme of the cruelty of military service in the conditions of the royal regime is so strong and constantly worried about the fat, that the intention of the story immediately distinctly sketched in his creative imagination.

But the writer raises another very important problem for him: can the person speak "to understand that it's good that bad", or "all the matter in the medium"? "... For personal cultivation, it is primarily necessary to change the conditions, among which people live," the interlocutors of the distinguished Ivan Vasilyevich speak at the beginning of the story " After the ball" And his answer: "And I think that the whole thing in the case," gives thematic installation to resolve the main idea at the end of the story.

The story is conducted on behalf of Ivan Vasilyevich, an elderly man who recalls the history of his youth, when he was "very cheerful and briskly small, and even a rich", besides the handsome man. From a short accession, we learn that this person respect that "he told him very sincerely and truthfully," he has a rich life experience. All this causes special confidence in the hero.

In the center of the work event that happened once in the morning and playing a decisive role in the fate of Ivan Vasilyevich.

The story is built as a consecutive and contrast image of two episodes: Bala has a provincial leader and punishment of a soldier at the fee. Anti-resistant episodes are organically connected and developed an artistic idea.

At the ball Hero, then a student of a provincial university, happily in love with a charming girl Varenka, the daughter of Colonel Peter Vladislavovich, "such as the old servants of the Nikolaev sentence", not noticing anything around, danced only with her. Beautiful hall, music, shine of outfits - all this only increased the condition in which the young man was sought when "without wine ... drunk love."

The Mazurka, which, graceful Varnika danced with his father, is a beautiful, statutory, high, still fresh old man, and even there was a colonel freight, but "it was seen that he had ever danced perfectly."

This father's dance with his daughter was the most touching episode of the ball, which added the heat to the fire of the hero's souls: "... Love for Varenka freed all the hidden in my soul the ability of love. I hugged the whole world with my love at that time. I loved the hostess ... and her husband, and her guests, and her Laces ... To her father, with his homemade boots and affectionate, like a smile, I experienced some enthusiastic feeling at that time. "

After the ball The young man, having arrived home in the fifth hour of the morning, could not sleep, so I decided to walk, and the strange sounds of flutes and drums, dissoning with Mazurka melody, who still sounded in it, attracted his attention.

He saw a terrible picture: "The soldiers in the black uniforms stood in two rows against each other, holding a gun to the leg, and did not move. Behind them stood a drummer and a flakeer and not ceasing, repeated all the same unpleasant and sighty melody. "

Between these ranks, the young man saw a man's naked to the belt, which was filled with sticks of sticks from two sides, and he did not fall only because he was led by tied to the guns. Instead of the back of the poor Tatar, who tried to make escape, "there was something motley, wet, red, unnatural ...".

And he managed this execution a statist colonel, who a few hours ago, so touchingly danced with his daughter Mazurka, and it was impossible to guess such a sophisticated evil cruelty heated by official zeal.

By opposing two scenes, the thick breaks the mask with an externally prosperous, elegant reality. And hero understands himself, "that is good, that bad"; In his perception, the image of the colonel was too closely intertwined with the way the Varena, she became also unpleasant. But not only "Love did not come to no", after this wild incident hero "could not enter military service, as he wanted before, and not only did not serve in the military, but I did not serve anywhere ...".

Analysis of the story "After Bala" Tolstoy L.N.

History of creation

The story "After Bala" was written in 1903, published after the death of the writer in 1911. The story is based on a valid event that Tolstoy learned when a student lived with brothers in Kazan. His brother Sergey Nikolaevich loved the daughter of the local military officer L.P. Korean and was going to marry her. But after Sergey Nikolayevich saw a cruel punishment who commanded the father of his beloved girl, he survived a strong shock. He stopped to be in the house of Koreish and refused the thought of marriage. This story lived so firmly in the memory of Tolstoy, which many years later he described it in the story "After Bala". The writer thoughtfully over the title of the story. There were several options: "The story of the ball and through the order", "Daughter and Father" and others. As a result, the story was called "after the Bala".

The writer worried about the problem: man and environment, the influence of circumstances on human behavior. Can a person manage himself or is all about the environment and circumstances.

Rod, genre, creative method

"After the Bala" - prosaic work; It is written in the story genre, since in the center of the story there is one important event from the Hero's life (a shock from what has seen after the Ball), and the text is small in volume. It must be said that on the slope of the years, Tolstoy showed a special interest in the story genre.

The story contains two eras: the 40s of the XIX century, the reign of Nicholas and the time to create a story. The writer restores the past to show that nothing has changed in the present. He opposes violence and oppression, against inhuman attitude towards people. Story "After Bala", like all the work of Ji.h. Tolstoy, associated with realism in Russian literature.

Topic

Tolstoy reveals in the story "After Bala" one of the irregularities of the life of the Nikolaev Russia - the position of the Tsarist Soldier: the twenty-five-year-old service life, a senseless Mushtra, fulfilling a soldier, holding through the order as a punishment. However, the main problem in the story is related to the issues of moral: which forms a person - social conditions or case. The unit incident rapidly changes a separate life ("the whole life changed from one night, or rather," says the hero). In the center of the image in the story, the idea of \u200b\u200ba person who is capable of throwing the estate prejudices at once.

Idea

The idea of \u200b\u200bthe story is revealed using a specific system of images and compositions. The main characters - Ivan Vasilyevich and the Colonel, the Father of the girl who was in love with the story, - through the images of which the main problem is solved. The author shows that the society and its structure, and not the case affect the identity.
In the form of Colonel Tolstoy exposes the objective social conditions, distorting human nature, instilling his false concepts about the debt.
The ideological content is revealed through the image of the evolution of the inner feeling of the narrator, his feelings of the world. The writer makes you think about the problem of human responsibility for the surrounding. It is the consciousness of this responsibility for the life of society, Ivan Vasilyevich is different. A young man from a rich family, impressionable and enthusiastic, faced with terrible injustice, dramatically changed his life path, abandoning any career. "I was asking to such an extent that, not knowing where to look, as if I was expecting in the most infidental act, I lowered my eyes and hurried to go home." He dedicated his life to help to other people: "Tell me better: no matter how many people did not go anywhere, you were not."
In the story ji.h. Thick all contrast, everything is shown on the principle of antitheasses: a description of the brilliant ball and terrible punishment on the field; The situation in the first and second parts; Graceful adorable jam and Tatar shape with his terrible, unnatural back; The father of Varnika on the ball, who caused Ivan Vasilyevich enthusiastic lunizing, and he is an evil, a formidable old man, requiring execution of orders. The study of the overall construction of the story becomes a means of disclosing its ideological content.

Character conflict

The basis of the conflict of this story is laid, on the one hand, in the image of the milkness of the colonel, on the other - in the disappointment of Ivan Vasilyevich.
Colonel was very beautiful, static, high and fresh old man. Affectionate, leisurely speech emphasized his aristocratic essence and caused even more admiration. Varenkin Father was so mil and courtesy that he had all, including the main character of the story. After the ball in the scene, the soldier on the face of the colonel was not a single cute, good-natured feature. There was nothing left of the person who was on the ball, but a new, formidable and cruel appeared. One is only an angry voice of Peter Vladislavovich inspired fear. Ivan Vasilyevich so describes the punishment of the soldier: "And I saw him, I strongly hit his hand in a suede glove on the face of a frightened little calm soldier for the fact that he had not strongly lowered his stick on the red back of Tatar." Ivan Vasilyevich cannot love just one person, he must certainly love the whole world, understand and take it entirely. Therefore, together with love for Vashnka, the hero loves her father, admires them. When he faces in this world with cruelty and injustice, all his feeling of harmony, the integrity of the world, and he prefers not to love in any way, which is partially loved. I am not free to change the world, defeat evil, but I and only I am waved to agree or disagree to participate in this evil - here is the logic of the argument of the hero. And Ivan Vasilyevich deliberately refuses his love.

Basic heroes

The main characters of the story - the young man Ivan Vasilyevich, in love with Varnka, and the Father of the Girls Colonel Peter Vladislavovich.
Colonel, a beautiful and strong man of the age of fifty, attentive and caring father who wears homemade boots to dress and export a beloved daughter, Colonel is sincerely and on the ball when dancing with his beloved daughter, and after Bala, when, not talking like a zealous Nikolaevsky The servant drives through the streak of a runaway soldier. He undoubtedly believes in the need for violence with those who have crossed the law. It is this sincerity of the colonel in different life situations most of all puts in the impasse of Ivan Vasilyevich. How to understand the one who is sincerely good in the same situation and sincerely angry in another? "Obviously, he knows something that I don't know ... If I knew what he knew, I would understand what I saw, and it would not torment me." Ivan Vasilyevich felt that in this contradiction, the society was obvious: "If this was done with such confidence and recognized everyone necessary, then it became, they knew something that I did not know."
Ivan Vasilyevich, a modest and decent young man, shocked scene beating soldiers, is unable to understand why this is possible why there are orders for the protection of whose sticks are needed. The shock, experienced by Ivan Vasilyevich, turned his ideas about the estate morality: he was intended to be disturbed by Moluba Tatar about mercy, compassion and anger, which sounded in the words of the Blacksmith; He himself unwell, he shares the highest human laws of morality.

Plot and composition

The story story is uncomplicated. Ivan Vasilyevich, convinced that the environment does not affect the image of man's thoughts, but all the matter, in the case, tells the story of his youthful love in the beauty of Varnot B. The Hero's Ball meets the father of Varnika, a very beautiful, state, high and "fresh old man" with Ruddy face and luxurious mustache colonel. The owners persuade him to complete the Mazurka with his daughter. During the dance, the couple attracts all the attention. After the Mazurka, his father brings Varnik to Ivan Vasilyevich, and the remainder of the evening young people spend together.

Ivan Vasilyevich returns home in the morning, but can not fall asleep and go to wander around the city in the direction of the house Varnika. From afar, he hears the sounds of the flute and drum, which endlessly repeat the same sighty melody. On the field in front of the B. B. He sees how the soldiers of some Tatar for escape are driven through. Commands a execution father Varnika, a beautiful, static colonel B. Tatarin begs the soldier to "stupidly", but the colonel strictly monitors that the soldiers do not give him the slightest crossing. One of the soldiers "Majet". B. beats him in the face. Ivan Vasilyevich sees Red, Pestry, wet from the blood of the back of Tatar and is terrified. Noticing Ivan Vasilyevich, B. pretension that stranger with him, and turns away.
Ivan Vasilyevich thinks that, probably, the colonel is right, since everything recognize that he comes normally. However, he cannot understand the reasons that were forced by B. Brutally beat a man, and not understood, decides not to enter military service. Love him is declining. So one case changed his life and looks.
The whole story is the events of one night, about which the hero remembers many years. The composition of the story is clear and clear, four parts are allocated in it: a large dialogue at the beginning of the story, suggesting the story of the ball; Bala scene; Scene execution and final replica.

"After the Bala" built as a "story in the story": It begins that the venerable, who who who who who who walked in his life adds a lot and, as the author adds, sincere and truthful person - Ivan Vasilyevich in a conversation with friends argues that the person's life develops anyway at all From the influence of the medium, and due to the case, and in the proof of this leads the case, as he himself admits who changed his life. This is the actual story, whose heroes - Volya B., Her Father and Ivan Vasilyevich himself. Thus, from the dialogue of the storyteller and his friends at the very beginning of the story, we learn that the episode that the speech will be discussed was of great importance in a person's life. The form of an oral story gives events a special realism. The same is the mention of the sincerity of the narrator. He talks about what happened to him in his youth; This narrative is attached to a certain "Name of Starina", as well as references to the fact that the Varena is already old that "she has a daughter married."

Artistic peculiarity

Tolstoy-artist always took care of the work of "all reduced to unity." In the story "After Bala", the contrast was such a unifying began. The story is built at the reception of contrast, or antithesis, by showing two diametrically opposite episodes and in connection with this sharp change of the shootings of the narrator. So a contrast composition of the story and the corresponding language helps to reveal the idea of \u200b\u200bthe work, disrupt the mask of goodness from the face of the colonel, show its true entity.
Contrast is used by the writer and when choosing language means. So, when describing the portrait, the woven prevails white color: "White dress", "White Like Gloves", "White Satin Skams" (such an artistic reception is called a bloom). This is due to the fact that the white color is the personification of purity, light, joy, Tolstoy with the help of this word emphasizes the feeling of the holiday and transmits the mental state of the storyteller. About the holiday in the soul of Ivan Vasilyevich says musical accompaniment of the story: Cheerful cadrille, gentle smooth waltz, faded polka, an elegant Mazurka creates a joyful mood.

In the scene of punishment there are other paints and other music: "... I saw ... something big, black and heard the sounds of flutes and drums from there. ... It was ... Hard, bad music. "

The value of the work

The value of the story is huge. Tolstoy puts wide humanistic problems: why some live carefree life, and other wolfes of beggar existence? What is justice, honor, dignity? These problems were worried and worry not one generation of Russian society. That is why Tolstoy remembered the case that occurred during the years of his youth, and put it on the basis of his story.
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Characteristic of the image of Ivan Vasilyevich

Ivan Vasilyevich- the main character, the narrator. His story transfers listeners to the situation of the Russian provincial city of the 1840s. At that time, I. V. I studied at the university, did not participate in any circles, but I just lived, "as younger than youth."

Once it happened to be "On the last day of Maslenitsa on the ball at the provincial leader." It turned out to be his beloved - Varnka B. Especially I. V. stops at the "disembodiedness" of his passion for a young beautiful woman, seeking to create the impression of his inner state from the listeners: "... I was happy, Blessed I was kind, I was not me, but some kind of unearthly creature, which is no evil and capable of one good. " Tempered by himself, Varnika is gradually transferred to I. V. on all those present: on a good-natured grocery leader and his spouse, a lady with plump white open shoulders (I. V. emphasizes her similarity with the front portraits of the Empress Elizabeth Petrovna), on the father of Varnika, Colonel to Father ., And even at Engineer Anisimov, who chopped his first Mazurka with Volya. "I hugged the whole world with my love at that time." This truly divine, fraternal love, opened by I. V. On the last day of the carnival, on the eve of the Great Post, is strangely authorized in the image of thick pagan, in general - by the blasphemous laws of ball secular entertainment.

Further events occur with I. V. Already the next morning, on the first day of the Great Post. By chance, he becomes a witness to the barbaric execution - the rite of punishment by Spyzworth of a runaway Tatar. The execution scene is a crooked ritual mirror. The perception of I. V. involuntarily records these distorted conformity. The melody of the Mazurka is superimposed on the sughty accompaniment of the drum and flutes, the rhythm of the dance pas - on the chased swelling of the soldiers' hands and the holly strikes, the dance of Varniki with his father - to the hellish "dance" of the Tatar for the torture and coming with him in a pair of "solid, which goes with him "Colonel B. Instead of the" disembodied "Varenka -" Motley, wet, red "" human body ":" Brothers, slow down. " These are "brothers", this explicit analogy with Calvary is unambiguously eroded with the motive of fraternal, universal love, experienced by I. V. during Bala. In his imagination, it would be monstrously intertwined, seemingly non-nurseries: spiritual and carnal, Christian and pagan, divine and demonic. Maslennaya ball, pagan-pharisa official culture give rise to an idea of \u200b\u200ball-in-law love, and "modern Calvary", which was seen at the beginning of the post, on the contrary, is not a face suffering from the humanity of Christ, but the ugly bloody mashly of the huge human flesh. Satan serves God, God - Satan, and all this combines a common symbol of ritualized dance. All this for a thick "lzhekultura", "Culture-waswolf", denying itself.

Unlike the author I. V. not able to accept the truth that opened him. "Obviously, he knows something that I don't know," I. V. thought about the colonel, watching how easily and habitually passes to an execution, from the "Spirit" to "flesh", without changing In essence, his behavior. I. V. So and "have not dedicated" the secrets of secular "decency", justifying such "tonight." He remained "on the other side" by the carriers of the official morality of good and evil. I did not understand the modern postulates of the "decent" behavior, I. V. At the same time did not believe my natural, not yet spoiled by the society of a moral feeling. The rejection of military service and marriage in Varenka is not so much protest as the spiritual surrender I. V. in front of the chaos of the modern culture.

After the ball, the image characteristic of Peter Vladislavovich

Peter Vladislavovich (Colonel B.) - Father Varnika, beloved Ivan Vasilyevich. P.V. - "Military chief of type of old servants of the Nikolaev sentence". This, however, does not prevent him from gracefully to fulfill Mazurka in a pair with his daughter during the ball. P. V. and in service, and in the light used to do everything "by law". Following the rules of ball aligned, before the dance, he does not forget to free themselves from the sword and put on a suede glove on his right hand. This official punctuality, fundamentally not distinguishing spheres of official and private behavior, in the course of the story still reveals his ominous meaning of the story of Ivan Vasilyevich, and as long as he follows the dancing couple, experiencing a mustache "some enthusiastic and gentle feeling."

Other Morning appears before the storytellor, the same and at the same time terribly the other P.V. It is equally methodically, as he was preparing for dance in the meeting, now, on the fee, he comes with the knowledge of the case. To keep his right hand in the suede glove for the waist of his daughter during the Mazurka and beat the same hand in the suede glove along the face of a soldier, confused from the rhythm of punishment with sticks, - for P. V. does not have a special difference. In the consciousness of Ivan Vasilyevich, the image of P. V. is beginning to divide, acquiring almost infernal meaning. Small portrait details and gestures are suddenly tightened together, which is a gaze of the church "Photorobot". A gentle kiss in his daughter's forehead after dance and underlined portrait similarity with Nikolai I vividly expose the meaning of this well-known Jody gesture. And the beautiful, state, high figure P. V., his ruddy face, white mustache, white bench, "affectionate joyful smile ... In his brilliant eyes and lips" - these portrait details P.V. Not only move from the scene of the ball in the episode Execution, but also unexpectedly repeated in Angelic, "disembodied" look of his daughter Varenki: "High, slim, graceful and magnificent", in all white and again "her shining, lumpy face and affectionate, cute eyes." No wonder when Ivan Vasilyevich subsequently had to see a smile on the face of Varenki, he "now recalled the colonel on the square", and he "became embarrassing and unpleasant to him ...". In the course of the deployment of the plot, Angelic and Jody begins to unnaturally transforming each other in appearance and P. V., and Varenki, exposing the "blunting" nature of modern Tolstoy Christian culture.

The role of the case in human life (on the example of the story of L. N. Tolstoy "After Bala")

1. Receive contrast.
2. Evil joke.
3. Change of worldview.

All rules the case. To know more whoever rules the case.
S. E. LETS.

The theme of works presents a very interesting question - the role of the case in human life. But indeed in life, Mr. The case plays an important role. And he can not only reveal the eyes to some event, but also cool change the life of one or even several people. So what is the price of the case? To answer this question, consider one of the works of L. N. Tolstoy - the story "After the Bala".

The very name of the work has already hints at the fact that the case in the life of heroes plays an important, if not exceptional meaning. The title seems to suggest: something exceptional happened after the ball, which could have affected the lives of the main, and perhaps the minor actors of the work.

The narration just begins with the fact that everyone Dear Ivan Vasilyevich talks about one episode from his biography, which dramatically changed not only his life, but also a view of the world. "Here you say that a person cannot in itself understand that it is good that it is bad that the whole thing is in the environment that the environment is walking," Ivan Vasilyevich suddenly said. - And I think that the whole thing is in the case. "

To describe such a fundamental change to the views on life, the writer uses contrast paints, allowing to recreate the shades of a shiny ball and bloody punishment. In this picture, not only rigidity and hypocrisy appear, but also a special color palette. So, for example, the second part of the story becomes Baghova. She like a bloody wall runs between two days and puts an insurmountable barrier between two young people.

But not only external circumstances, but also the internal qualities of people are changing for such a short time. They are especially clearly reflected on the appearance of the colonel. Two words appear in front of us before and after the Bala.

Ivan Vasilyevich notices on the ball that the colonel has a statist figure and a beautiful face. However, after a few hours, it appears in a different light. And much attention is paid to the face of the military, which expresses some hatred of the criminal. Now the colonel has a lip and piss and cheek. From the beautiful, "ball", the faces of the military left not a trace. He also changed the case: the punishment of the Tatar for Escape. As a result, a new reason arises for reflection: if it were not a tatar or a colonel, another reason for punishment would appear. What would be the then description of the military?

The contrast of two days is preserved in the color scheme. The ball is presented clean air colors such as white and pink. This evening, he "saw only a high slim figure in a white dress with a pink belt, her shining, silent face and gentle eyes, cute eyes." After the ball, this is one, but very talking color - the Pestro red: "... I shifted a glimpse between the rows of the back is punishable. It was something like a variegne, wet, red, unnatural, that I did not believe that it was a human body. " To create the most complete picture of two completely different worlds, the narrator introduces not only color, but also sound shades in its narration. This allows you to see the difference between two days at the level of perception of thin melody transitions. On the ball Ivan Vasilyevich was inxicated with love and constantly "danced and Kadrili, and waltza, polka", and Mazurki. All this creates a melancholic and poetic picture of the evening.

During the same punishment, completely different music sounds: it is a thunder drums, whistle flute. They do not calm down, and as if they are even more abandoned by the soul and leave a mischief of confusion in it.

At first, in the soul of the hero, the Mazurka's echoes are still heard in the soul, but soon they are still crowded with a more severe melody: "... he heard the sounds of flutes and drums from there. In my soul, I was lyreng all the time and occasionally was heard the motive of Mazurka. But it was some other, tough, bad music. "

After the hero seen in the soul, opposite moods still remain. There are different tonality in it: then the rigid voice of the colonel, then the plaintive request of Tatarin, then the drum fraction, then whistle flutes: "I had a drum fraction and whistled in my ears, then the words were heard:" Brothers, slow down ", then I heard a self-confident, angry voice of the colonel. "

However, the case played a cruel joke and with the girlfriend herself. Varnka suffered a "punishment" for the actions of his father. It is impossible, of course, to say that she did not know her father and could not imagine what he was capable of. But the main character of these two so different images connected in one picture, thanks to which young people had to part. So love him seems to be destroyed somewhere: "When she, as it often happened to her, with a smile on his face, he thought, I immediately recalled the colonel on the square, and I got something awkward and unpleasant, and I became less likely See her. "

But he saw influenced not only on the attitude of Ivan Vasilyevich with Volya. It brutally affected the worldview of the narrator himself. He tried to understand and comprehend what he had to be seen in the morning. At first, Ivan Vasilyevich even assumed that those who are punished, possess some information that is unknown to him. But it was not able to calm him and establish a mental balance. "But how much I tried - and then I could not find it. And not to know, could not enter military service, as I wanted before, and not only did not serve in the military, but I did not serve anywhere and nowhere, as you can see, did not fit. " And so ignorance and doubt affected the fact that Ivan Vasilyevich could not go on military service, because she was embodied for him in the appearance of a cruel colonel - a certain person who danced on the ball, but in the image of who in the Suede Glove Soldier's face, weakly hitting Tatar.

However, in the very story there is one small episode that proves that the colonel loves her daughter very much, that is, he would never harm her. Military refuses himself in many ways, even goes into light in the unwitting laid boots only so that the jaming could not deny anything. Colonel is perfectly dancing, but in a pair of the elegance of dance depends on both partners. So he again does everything in good light to present his daughter.

But the case interferes again. Ivan Vasilyevich and the Colonel meet with the views during the punishment, the latter turns away, as if nothing noticed. He is far from the moral image, which formed in his later works L. N. Tolstoy. But I want to believe that this meeting is for the colonel itself, which means that the case itself has played an equally important role. Since he turned away, he may be feels that it is not entirely right and behaves inappropriate at that moment: hit the face of a soldier who "smears". Or maybe he simply remembers what was the day before the Ball of the Gubernsky leader and understands how a contrasting picture is played before Ivan Vasilyevich.

It is this contrast and played the greatest role in the life of the main character. If it was not preserved in the soul of these scenes, he could eventually calm down and will meet again with Varna. But in his soul it constantly happened to the struggle of two different, but very impressive paintings. And since the latter was brighter, speaking and cruel, she left much more impressions in the soul of Ivan Vasilyevich. Therefore, he could not overpower himself not to remember it.

The writer chooses the most effective reception - receiving contrast. We do not know what his attitude to what he saw and to the concept of "case" in this life. But the use of this reception makes it possible to understand that the writer is to some extent solidarity with the main character. And in this way, he refuses and does not accept any character, neither more for himself a colonel act. At such perception of the world imposes an imprint on the late view of the writer who begins to think about the spiritual improvement of the person. He shows us that the colonel is very far from all this. Ivan Vasilyevich, on the contrary, probably first faces it and understands that in any act there should be a spiritual and moral basis. Perhaps then the case will not have their destructive action per person.

Tolstoy L. N.After the ball

"You say that a person cannot understand himself for himself that it is good that it's bad that the whole thing is in the environment that the medium is joined. And I think that it's all about the case. I'll tell you about myself.

So, spoke by all the respected Ivan Vasilyevich after the conversation that was walking between us, that for personal cultivation it is necessary to change the conditions, among which people live. Nobody, in fact, did not say that it was impossible to understand himself that it was good that Ivan Vasilyevich had such a manner to answer his own, arising from the conversation of thought and on the occasion of these thoughts to tell episodes from his life. Often he completely forgot the reason he told, fond of the story, especially since he told him very sincerely and truthfully.

So he did now and now.

- I'll tell you myself. My whole life was so, and not otherwise, not from the medium, but completely from the other.

- From what? We asked.

- Yes, this is a long story. To understand, you need to tell a lot.

- Here you are telling.

Ivan Vasilyevich wondered, shook his head.

"Yes," he said. - All life has changed from one night, or rather morning.

- What was the case?

- And it was that I was very in love. I fell in love many times, but it was my very strong love. The case is the past; She has a daughter married. It was b ... Yes, Varegnka b ... - Ivan Vasilyevich called the last name. - She and fifty years was a wonderful beauty. But in youth, eighteen years old, was charming: high, slim, graceful and majestic, precisely majestic. She kept always unusually directly, as if he could not otherwise, throwing his head a little back, and it gave her with her beauty and high growth, despite her hoodoobu, even the bony, some kind of royal appearance that would scare it if It would not be affectionate, always a cheerful smile and mouth, and adorable shiny eyes, and all of her cute, young creature.

- What is Ivan Vasilyevich signs.

- Yes, no matter how paint, it is impossible to paint so that you understand what it was. But not the fact: what I want to tell, it was in the forties. I was at that time a student in a provincial university. I do not know whether it is good, or bad, but we didn't have any mugs at that time in our university, no theories, and we were just young and lived, as youngest people: studied and having fun. I was very cheerful and briskly small, and even rich. I had an internal dashing, rode from the mountains with a young lady (the skates were not yet in fashion), Kutil with comrades (at that time we did nothing but champagne, did not drink; there was no money - they didn't drink anything, but did not drink anything now , vodka). The main pleasure was evenings and balls. I danced well and was not ugroen.

"Well, there is nothing to modify," one of the interlocuts interrupted him. - We know your still Dagerrotype portrait. Not that is not ugroen, and you were handsome.

- Handsome man so handsome, but not the point. And the fact is that during this my most severe love for her I was on the last day of the carnival on the ball at the provincial leader, a good-natured old man, the rich-boss and chamber. She took the same good-natured as he, his wife in a velvet-pussy dress, in a diagonal fermenter on his head and with open old, plump, white shoulders and breasts, like portraits of Elizabeth Petrovna. The ball was wonderful: the hall is beautiful, with the choiring, musicians - the fans-famous serf destroyer, a buffet of a magnificent and scattered champagne sea. Although I and the hunter was to champagne, but did not drink, because without wine was drunk, but it was dancing until you drop, danced and Kadrili, and the wals, and polka, of course, as far as possible, everything with Varna. She was in a white dress with a pink belt and in white husky gloves, a little uncommon to thin, sharp elbows, and in white satin shoes. Mazurka was abound from me: I still can't forgive this engineer - I still can not forgive him - I invited her, I just entered, and I called for a hairdresser and for the gloves and late. So I didn't dance the Mazurka with her, but with one bowl, followed by a little bit of before. But, I'm afraid, this evening was very unacceptable with her, did not speak with her, did not look at her, but I saw only a high, slim figure in a white dress with a pink belt, her shining, shining face and affectionate, cute eyes. Not me alone, everyone looked at her and admired her, admired men and women, despite the fact that she eclipsed them all. It was impossible not to admire.

By law, so to speak, I didn't dance Mazurka with her, but in reality I danced almost all the time with her. She, not embarrassed, across the entire hall went straight to me, and I threw up, without waiting for the invitation, and she thanked my smile for my guess. When we were let down to her and she did not guessed my quality, she, she did not give my hand, shouted with thin shoulders and, as a sign of regret and consolation, smiled at me. When the Figures of Mazurka Walza did, I had a long time walled with her, and she, often breathe, smiled and told me: "Encore".

And I walked also and did not feel my body.

"Well, how didn't you feel, I think very felt when I hugged her for the waist, not only my own, but also her body," said one of the guests.

Ivan Vasilievich suddenly blushed and shouted angrily almost:

- Yes, that's you, the current youth. You, besides the body, do not see anything. Nowadays was wrong. The stronger I was in love, she became more inepent for me. You now see the legs, ankles and something else, you undress women in love with, for me, as Alphonse Karr said, - a writer was good, - on the subject of my love there were always bronze clothes. We are not something stripped, but tried to cover the nudity as the good son of Noah. Well, yes you will not understand ...

- Yes. So I danced with her more and did not see how time passed. Musicians are with some despair of fatigue, you know, as it happens at the end of the ball, the same motif of Mazurki picked up, from the living rooms they rose from the card tables of Dapashi and Momashi, waiting for dinner, the lackeys were closed more often, bringing something. There was a third hour. It was necessary to use the last minutes. I chose it once again, and we went to the hundredth time along the hall.

- So after dinner, my kadrille? - I told her, getting her place to her place.

"Of course, if I won't be taken away," she said, smiling.

"I will not give," I said.

"Give the fan," she said.

"It's a pity to give," I said, feeding her white cheap fan.

"So you want you not to regret," she said, torn off the feather from Were and gave me.

I took a feather and only a look could express all my delight and gratitude. I was not only cheerful and satisfied, I was happy, Blessed, I was kind, I was not me, but some kind of unearthly creature, not knowing evil and capable of one good. I hid a fever into the glove and stood, unable to move away from her.

"Look, Dad is asked to dance," she said to me, pointing to a high state figure of her father, a colonel with silver epolutions, standing in the door with the hostess and other ladies.

"Varnika, Fly here," we heard the loud voice of the hostess in the Villanta Feronerke and with Elizavetinsky shoulders.

Varnka approached the door, and I am behind it.

- persuade, MA Cheree, your father go with you. Well, please, Peter Vladislavich, - the mistress applied to the Colonel.

The father of Varniki was very beautiful, stately, high and fresh old man. He had a very ruddy face, with white a la nicolas I pets, whites, suspended to the osam Benbard, and with a comedian ahead with temples, and the same affectionate, joyful smile, like the daughter, was in his brilliant eyes and lips. It was folded perfectly, with a wide, unbelievable decorated with orders, protruding in military breasts, with strong shoulders and long, slender legs. He was the military chief of the type of old servants of the Nikolaev sentence.

When we approached the doors, the colonel refused, saying that he had to dance, but still, smiling, throwing his hand on his left side, took out his sword from the thaw, gave her to a helpful young man and stretching a suede glove on the right hand, " It is necessary for everything by law, "- smiling, he said, took his daughter's hand and became a quarter of turnover, waiting for the beat.

Having waited for the beginning of the assistant motif, he fucked by one foot, thrown out another, and high, the cargo figure is quietly and smoothly, it is noisy and rapidly, with a trap soles and legs on the leg, rushed around the hall. The graceful figure of Varnika floated near him, imperceptibly, in time shortening or extending the steps of his little white satin legs. The whole hall watched each movement of the pair. I not only admired, but with enthusiastic mild, I looked at them. His boots, covered with strips, were especially mirked by his boots, but not trendy, with sharp, and vintage, with four-body socks and without heels. Obviously, the boots were built by a battalion shoemaker. "To take out and wear your favorite daughter, he does not buy fashionable boots, but wears homemade," I thought, and these four-body socks boots especially dislike me. It was seen that he once danced perfectly, but was now cargo, and the legs were no longer enough for all those beautiful and fast PA, which he tried to extract. But he still deftly passed two circles. When he, quickly putting his legs, again joined them and, although he was somewhat hard, fell on one knee, and she, smiling and correcting the skirt, which he hooked, smoothly passed around him, and worked loudly. With some effort, he raised, it is unclear, cute grabbed his daughter with his hands behind her ears and, kissing his forehead, led her to me, thinking that I was dancing with her. I said that I am not her cavalier.

"Well, I don't care, now you are with her," he said, tenderly smiling and carrying the sword in the spoil.

As it happens that, after one drop-down from the bottle, the contents of it is poured by large jets, and in my soul, love for Varenka freed all the hidden ability of love in my soul. I hugged the whole world with my love at that time. I loved the hostess in Feronerke, with her Elisavtian bust, and her husband, and her guests, and her Laces, and even the engineer of Anisimov even confessed. To his father, with his homemade boots and affectionate, like her, smile, I experienced some enthusiastic feeling at that time.

Mazurka ended, the owners asked guests to dinner, but Colonel B. refused, saying that he had to get up early tomorrow, and said goodbye to the owners. I was afraid that she was taken away, but she was left with her mother.

After dinner, I danced with her promised cadrill, and despite the fact that it seemed to be infinitely happy, my happiness grew and grew and grew. We did not talk anything about love. I did not ask her nor myself even about whether she loved me. It was enough for me what I loved her. And I was afraid only one so that anything did not spoil my happiness.

When I arrived home, undressed and thought about a dream, I saw that it was absolutely impossible. In my hand there was a feather from her place and a whole glove, which she gave me, leaving when he sat down in the carriage and I sat her mother and then her. I looked at these things and, without closing the eye, I saw her before myself, at that moment, when she, choosing from two cavaliers, guess my quality, and hear her a cute voice when she says: "Pride? Yes?" "And happily gives me a hand, or when he had a champagne glass about dinner and looks at me with her causing eyes. But most of all I see her in a pair with his father, when she smoothly moves around him and proudly and joy and for himself and for him looks at the words of the audience. And I unwittingly connect it and her in one gentle, mounted feeling.

We lived then alone with the late brother. Brother and did not love light at all and did not go to the balls, now she was preparing for the candidate exam and led the right life. He slept. I looked at him clouded into the pillow and closed to half a flannel blanket my head, and I became lovingly sorry for him, it's a pity that he did not know and did not share the happiness that I experienced. Our fastener Petrusha greeted me with a candle and wanted to help me undress, but I let him go. The appearance of his hollow face with confused hair seemed to me as humblely touching. Trying not to make noise, I went on tiptoe to my room and sat on the bed. No, I was too happy, I could not sleep. Moreover, it was hot in the flooded rooms, and I, without removing the uniform, slowly went to the front, put on the sinel, took the outdoor door and went out into the street.

From the ball, I left in the fifth hour, while I drove home, I sat down at home, another two hours passed, so when I came out, it was already light. There was the most passengerous weather, there was a fog, saturated with water snow melted on the roads, and from all the roofs. B. Now at the end of the city, beside a large field, at one end of which was a walk, and on the other - the Devic Institute. I passed our desert alley and went on a big street, where pedestrians and breakdowns with firewood on the sleigh, which took place to the pavement began to meet. And the horses, evenly swaying under the glossy arcs with wet heads, and cabbage-covered cabbage, spurred in huge boots, beam, and the streets of the streets seemed in the fog very high, everything was very cute me and significantly.

When I went out on the field, where there was their home, I saw at the end of him, in the direction of the walk, something big, black and heard the sounds of flutes and drums from there. In my soul, I was lyreng all the time and occasionally was heard the motive of Mazurka. But it was some kind of other, tough, bad music.

"What it is?" - I thought on the traveled in the middle of the field, a slippery road went to the direction of sounds. After passing the steps of a hundred, I began to distinguish many black people because of the fog. Obviously, soldiers. "True, learning," I thought and together with the blacksmith in a squeezed serpent and apron, which Intrusted something in front of me, went closer. Soldiers in black uniforms stood in two rows against each other, holding a gun to the leg, and did not move. Behind them were a drummer and a flakeer and not ceasing, repeated all the same unpleasant, sighty melody.

- What are they doing? - I asked the blacksmith who stopped next to me.

"Tatarin chase for escape," said the blacksmith angrily, looking into the far end of the rows.

I began to watch there and saw in the midst of the ranks of something terrible, approaching me. The attorney to me was bare-taled man tied to the guns of two soldiers who led him. Next to him was the high military in the cooler and the cap, the figure of which seemed to me familiar. Hurring with all the body, flewing his legs on the talom snow, punished, under his impaired blows on both sides, fled to me, tilting back - and then Unter-officers who conducted him for the rifles pushed him forward, then falling in advance - and then Unter-officers holding him from falling, pulled it back. And no lagging behind him, it was a solid, ingratifying a high military gait. It was her father, with his ruddy face and white mustes and buynbards.

With every blow, the person turned out to be angry, as if he turned his face shred out from suffering to the side, with which the blow fell, and, rubbing white teeth, repeated some alone and the same words. Only when he was very close, I heard these words. He did not say, but sobbed: "Brothers, slow down. Brothers, slow down. " But the brothers were not merciful, and when the procession was completely grew up with me, I saw a soldier who stood against me strongly made a step forward and, with a whistle, waving a stick, strongly slapped her on the back of Tatar. Tatar jerked forward, but Unter-Officers kept him, and the same hit fell on him on the other side, and again with this, and again with that. The colonel went beside and, looking at himself under his feet, then on the punishable, pulled into himself the air, inflating his cheeks, and slowly released it through the outflowing lip. When the march was passed by the place where I stood, I could glimpse between the rows of the back punishable. It was something such a variegne, wet, red, unnatural, that I did not believe that this was the body of a person.

"Oh Lord," Kuznets spoke beside me.

The procession began to be removed, everyone also fell on two sides of the strikes on the stubborn, the progressive person, and everyone also beat the drums and whistled flute, and all the hard pricted moved high, the colonel's status figure next to the punishable. Suddenly, the Colonel stopped and quickly approached one of the soldiers.

"I put to you," I heard his angry voice. - Will you smear? Will you?

And I saw him with his strong hand in the Suede Glove hit the face of a frightened tiny, a weak soldier for the fact that he had not strongly lowered his stick on the red back of Tatar.

- Submit fresh spideruts! - He shouted, looking around, and saw me. Pretending that he does not know me, he, Grozny and viciously frowning, hastily turned away. I was ashamed to me that, not knowing where to look, as if I was outrethed in the most defined act, I lowered my eyes and hurried to leave home. All the way in my ears I had a drum fraction and whistled flute, then the words were heard: "Brothers, slow down," then I heard a self-confident, angry voice of the colonel, screaming: "Will you smear? Will you? " Meanwhile, the heart was almost physical, reaching nausea, longing, such that I stayed several times, and it seemed to me that I was about to leave me all the horrors that entered me from this spectacle. I do not remember how I got home and lay down. But just began to fall asleep, he heard and saw everything and jumped out again.

"Obviously, he knows something that I don't know, I thought about the colonel. "If I knew what he knew, I would understand what I saw, and it would not torment me." But how much I thought, I could not understand what the Colonel knows, and fell asleep only in the evening, and then after he went to the buddy and got drunk with him quite drunk.

Well, do you think I then decided that what I saw was - a bad thing? Not at all. "If this was done with such confidence and recognized everyone necessary, then it became, they knew something that I didn't know," I thought and tried to learn it. But how much I tried it - and then I could not know it. And not to know, could not enter military service, as I wanted before, and not only did not serve in the military, but I did not serve anywhere and nowhere, as you can see, did not fit.

"Well, we know how you didn't go anywhere," one of us said. "Tell me better: any people would not go anywhere, you were not."

"Well, it's really nonsense," Ivan Vasilyevich said from sincere annoyance.

- Well, and what? We asked.

- Love? Love has declined from this day. When she, as it often happened to her, with a smile on his face, wondered, I immediately recalled the colonel on the square, and I got something awkward and unpleasant, and I became less likely to see her. And love and sued there. So that's what things are and from what the whole life of a person is changed and sent. And you say ... - he finished.

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Notes
1. Even (Franz.).
2. Alphonse Carr (Franz.).
3. Dear (Franz.).
4. Like Nicholas I (Franz.).

After the ball. Tolstoy L.N.

Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy - a recognized classic of Russian literature recognized worldwide. "Our all" in the literary prose: a writer, thinker, philosopher, founder of the religious and moral destination "Toletovy", which gathered a lot of followers in Russia and beyond. Lion Tolstoy for his long life was not so much according to the current standards: several novels (truth, quite voluminous), several stories, many stories and essays. All together entered into 90 volumes of the "Complete Work Assembly". In some other things, the story "After the Bala" was written, which is further discussed.

Summary: Tolstoy, "After Bala". Introduction

The story begins with how in one of the living rooms there was a dispute, the subject of which was the question: can a person distinguish good from bad without being tied to a certain environment? The opinion was expressed that it was the environment that determines one of the guests, Ivan Vasilyevich, the elderly, dear than the person, expressed the opinion that everything solves the case, and suggested that it prove to the example of an episode from his life.

Summary: Tolstoy, "After Bala". At the ball

The events described occurred in the forties of the nineteenth century. At that time, the storyteller was young and in love with the Ranker's daughter, a real beauty, which, despite universal admissions, remained a cute and friendly girl who could awaken the brightest feelings.

The young man was beautiful, rich, in love and happy. He danced with his chosen Mazurka, and feelings so overwhelmed him that he was ready to hug the whole world. Varenkin's father appeared in the middle of the ball - a tall elderly man, with a military handling and the same as a daughter, a cute smile on his lips. At the request of the housewife at home, Father and daughter performed a solo dance. They danced, and the wave, overwhelming the young in love against her daughter, covers both the Father, and the young man already unites them for himself in a one way and loves both. Especially touching it seemed to him old-fashioned colonel boots with square noses and without heels. The young man understands that in order to provide a daughter from a daughter at the proper level, the old warrior is forced to save on himself.

Summary: Tolstoy, "After Bala". Through construction

After the ball ended, the young man returned to his home, but he could not sleep. The legs themselves suffered it where the house was standing on the edge of the field. Approaching, the young man hears harsh piercing music and sees the system of soldiers, through which is carried out by a half-naked person tied to two guns of officers. He is explained that this is Tatarin drives through the order to punish the escape. Unfortunate led between the soldiers, and everyone hit it with a stick along a bare back. He repeated: "Brothers, slow down," - fell, but he was raised and invariably behaved further. Next to the accepting punishment was the high military leader, in which the narrator learned the father of his beloved, a few hours ago, so famously looked at the ball. The old man followed all the soldiers to keep the force of impact, and when one of them hit insufficiently strongly, swelling the poor gloves in the face. The young man could not make a spectacle anymore and left home, losing a terrible, heavy longing.

Summary: Tolstoy, "After Bala". Conclusion

This case has influenced the impressionable young man that he refused its plans regarding the arrival of military service. The heavy scene of the "run" deposited the impressions of the ball. The young man could not separate the image of a cruel commanders from the image of a kind father of the family, although in every way he tried to justify him in his eyes. Soon, the disgust to the father turned into cooling to the daughter, and in the end, love went on no.

This is the summary of the "After Bala" of Tolstoy Leo Nikolayevich. The story is really small, but the scenes described in it, in the process of reading literally get up before our eyes. Therefore, if you see the title "Tolstoy. "After the ball". Summary ", do not limit it to reading it. Take a collection of works and familiarize yourself with the story as the author created.

The action of the story of Lion Tolstoy "After Bala" is unfolded in one of the living room, where there is a dispute between those present about whether a person can understand "what is good, and what is bad" and whether the surrounding environment affects this choice. One of those present, a rather respected person named Ivan Vasilyevich, expresses his point of view, which was that the choice is determined solely by the case, and not an environment. In confirmation of its theory, Ivan Vasilyevich told the following story.

It was a long time ago when Ivan Vasilyevich was still young young men. It happened so that he fell in love with a daughter of the colonel. The name was her jam. Varegnka conquered those surrounding his dazzling beauty and grace. On her face, there was always a cute smile that emphasized all the advantages of the girl. And here on one of the balls, Ivan Vasilyevich danced all evening with his beloved. He was ready to hug the whole world, so emotions overwhelmed him. A little later, the father of Varnika appears on the ball. He was a servant man with a military straightening and the same cute smile as his daughter. Father and daughter fulfilled a joint dance. Ivan Vasilyevich looked at them and feelings of love overwhelmed him. They looked so harmonious that he began to love and father Varniki. Now they were one for Ivan Vasilyevich. Ivan Vasilyevich also noted that the father of Varniki was very caring. He saved on himself to give daughter the best. Ivan Vasilyevich did this conclusion, looking at the old-fashioned clothes of the father of Varnika.

After Bala Ivan Vasilyevich went to his home. Pictures of the past ball floated in his head. I could not sleep, Ivan Vasilyevich went for a walk. He did not have a specific route, so he walked where the legs were going. It so happened that Ivan Vasilyevich came to the house where Varnka lived. So he heard loud music similar to the military march and saw several dozen soldiers. Past soldier, two officers conducted some person. It was a runaway soldier. Conducting through the system, it was beaten with sticks. Commanded the soldiers Father Varnika. He shouted to the soldiers so that they did not spoil the fugitive and beat him as follows. Father Varnika, seeing Ivan Vasilyevich, pretended that he did not know him. After what he saw, with bitter sediment in the soul, Ivan Vasilyevich went home.

This case has changed the life of Ivan Vasilyevich. He decided to abandon military service. And later, the disgust to the father of Varenka turned into disgust for her itself, because they were inseparable to a storyteller. Soon all love feelings just evaporated.

About the story. This product shows the life and morals of the noble society of that time.

What was the beginning of the story of Ivan Vasilyevich

The girl was beautiful and slight. High, statist. It was felt in it. He could not help but notice her. She admired all women, men. She poured around the hall in a white-pink dress. Brown eyes looked with tenderness. When she smiles, snapshots appeared on ruddy cheeks.

It was love, but not physical. He did not dreamed of possessing her as a woman. Vabnka was an inaccessible, like a goddess. In the sign of sympathy, the girl gave him a feather from Werera, who was fanished all evening.

Dance daughter and father

The next dance of Varnot danced with his father. It was a middle-aged man. Colonel. Beautiful, static. The face of the military was decorated with gorgeous mustache. The couple circled around the hall, attracting all the attention. Ivan drew attention to the scaffold boots: old, worn to holes. He realized that all the funds of the father spent on the only daughter, forgetting about himself. Ivan Paril in the clouds. He was happy. All thoughts were about the beloved. Returning home the guy could not sleep for a long time, turning the events of the past day in the head.

Russell over a soldier or true face of father Varnika

Insomnia completely exhausted Ivan. He decided to stroll through the night city. Legs themselves led to the house of Varenki. In the courtyard of the house played music. Flute sounds intertwined with drum fraction. Loud, unpleasant melody, irritated ear. The guy sees how the Tatarin is chased through the system, beating sticks. Commanded the parade Colonel, father Varnika. He was terrible in anger. The face is shied away from hatred. Noticing Ivan, the colonel pretended to be not familiar with him and turned away.

Epilogue

Ivan could not move away from what he saw. The beating scene stood before his eyes. He did not understand why everyone was silent. Is it really correct to syntrinate a person until half seemingly. So I was not able to find the excuse of the cruelty of the colonel. One now the guy knew clearly, he was neither foot on military service. Love for Vashnka, along with this episode, went on a waning. This is how the life of a person overturned overnight, changing the plans and sending along another path.



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