“Adam and Eve” Kazakova in brief summary


The artist Ageev lived in a hotel in the northern city, came here to write fishermen. It was autumn. Above the city, over low brown clouds, drifting clouds from the west over the gray-brown storm-drenched forests, it started to drizzle ten times a day, and the lake rose above the city with a leaden wall. In the morning Ageyev lay for a long time, smoked on an empty stomach, looked at the sky. Waiting for twelve, when the buffet opened, he went down, took brandy and slowly drank, gradually feeling how good it was for him, how he loved everyone and everything – life, people, the city and even rain. Then he went out into the street and wandered about the city for two hours. I went back to the hotel and went to bed. And by the evening he again descended into the restaurant – a huge chapel, which he almost hated.

So Ageyev spent this day, and on the other at two o’clock he went to the station to meet Vika. He came ahead of time, with nothing to do, went into the buffet,

drank and suddenly became afraid of the thought that Vika was coming. He almost did not know her – twice only met, and when he invited her to come to him to the North, she suddenly agreed. He went to the platform. The train approached. Vika first saw him and called. She was very good, and in her clothes, in tangled hair, in a manner to speak there was something imperceptibly Moscow, from which Ageev was already out of habit in the North. “He’s taking me to women!” thought Ageyev. “I brought you newspapers, they scold you, you know.” “Ah,” he said, feeling deep satisfaction. “Did not they take off the collective farmer?” – “No, it hangs…” Vika laughed. “Nobody understands anything, they shout, they argue, the guys with beards circle around. “Vika gave a vague shrug of her shoulders, and Ageyev suddenly became angry, and all day he walked like a stranger next to Vika, yawned, her questions were mumbling something incomprehensible, waiting at the pier while she was coping about the schedule, and in the evening he got drunk
again and locked himself in his room. On the next day Vika woke Ageyev early, made her wash and get dressed, put her backpack on herself. “Just like a wife!” Ageyev thought with amazement. It was easier. “After wandering along the iron floor of the lower deck, he nestled near the engine room., Not far from the buffet Buffet finally opened, and immediately went to Ageev Vic: “You want a drink, poor? Well, go and have a drink. “Ageev brought a quarter of bread and cucumbers. He drank, he felt his heart sink in.” Explain what’s wrong with you? “Vika asked. “It’s just sad, old woman,” he said quietly, “I guess I’m a boor and a fool.” – “Stupid!” – Vika said gently, laughed and put his head on his shoulder. And she suddenly became close and dear to him. “You know how lousy it was without you, it’s raining, there’s nowhere to go, you’re sitting in a drunk restaurant, you think… I’m tired.” I was a student, I thought I’d turn everything around, kill everyone with my pictures, travel, and live in rocks. , a tramp Gauguin… Three years, as he graduated from the institute, and all sorts of scoundrels envy: oh, glory, oh, Europe knows… Idiots, why should I be jealous? What I over every picture… You can not get to the exhibition, the commissions jam, but broke something not the main thing – even worse. Critics! They shout about the present, and modernity is understood in vile. And how lie, what a demagogue I am for the right word! When they say “man” then certainly with a capital letter. And we, who are doing something, we are dandies for them… Spiritual style – that’s who we are! “-” You should not drink… “- quietly said Vika, looking pitifully at him from the top down. Vika, winced and said: “I’ll go to bed.” He began to undress in the cabin, and he felt sorry for himself and alone until he cried. “His rescue was now in Vika, he knew it.” But something in him made him furious.

The steamer approached the island in the evening. There was already a dark, multicolored church. A short dawn burned dully and distantly, it began to get dark. Vika had a stubborn and hurt face. When they came very close, they saw a windmill, a beautiful old hut, granary buildings – all still, empty, museum. Ageev grinned: “Just for me, so to speak – at the forefront.” The hotel on the island was cozy – a stove in the kitchen, three rooms – all empty. The hostess brought the sheets, and smelled good clean linen. Vika with a happy face fell on the bed: “It’s brilliant! My dear Adam, do you like fried potatoes?” Ageyev went out into the street, quietly walked around the church and sat down on the shore of the lake. He was lonely. He sat for a long time and heard Vika go out and look for him. He felt sorry for her, but bitter estrangement, detachment from all descended upon her. He remembered that sick animals are so hidden – they are hammered into an inaccessible wilderness and are treated there by some mysterious grass or die. “Where have you been?” Vika asked when he returned. Ageyev did not answer. They silently had supper and lay down, each on his own bed. They put out the light, but did not go to sleep. “I’ll leave,” said Vika, and Ageyev felt her hate him. “With the first steamboat I’ll leave.” “You’re just an egoist.” I thought these two days: who are you? Who, and what do you have? And now I know: an egoist, you talk about the people, about art, and you think about yourself – about anyone, about anyone, about yourself… Why did you call me, why? I know now: to assent you, iron you, huh? no, darling, look for another fool. I am ashamed now, as I ran to the dean’s office, as I lied: Daddy is sick… “-” Shut up, you fool! ” Ageyev said sadly, realizing that it was all over. “And roll from here!” He wanted to cry, as in his childhood, but he could not cry for a long time.

The next morning Ageev took a boat and swam away to a neighboring island to the store. I bought a bottle of vodka, cigarettes, snack. “It’s great, brother,” the local fisherman called to him, “the artist? From the island?” Then come to our team. “We love artists, and we have nothing to lose, we’ll feed you with your ear. for the whole night. ” “I’ll definitely come!” said Ageyev happily. Ageyev returned in complete silence and calm. From the east a rain cloud rose almost black against the wall, from the west the sun was pouring its last light, and all the island, the church, the mill illuminated by it – seemed ominous-red against the cloudy sky. Far on the horizon hung a rainbow, And Ageev suddenly felt that he wanted to draw.

In the hotel he saw the things Viki already collected. Ageev quaked in the shower, but he said nothing and began to lay out cardboard boxes, tubes with paint, and brush over the windowsills and beds. Vika looked with surprise. Then he took out vodka: “Will we have a goodbye?” Vika left her stack. Her face trembled. Ageev got up and went to the window… On the wharf they left already in the dark. Ageyev tramped near Vika, then walked away, climbed higher to the shore. Suddenly a sigh rushed through the sky – the stars trembled, fluttered. Because of the dumb blackness of the church, the rays of light, the light bluish-golden northern lights fluttered, compressed and swollen. And when it flared up, everything began to glow: water, shore, stones, wet grass. Ageyev suddenly felt with his feet and heart how the earth turned, and on this earth, on an island under an infinite sky, he was, and from it she left. From Eve left Eve. “Did you see the northern lights? Is that it, yes?” Vika asked when he returned to the pier. “I saw,” Ageev answered and coughed. The ship approached. “Well, come on,” said Ageyev and patted her on the shoulder. “Happy!” His lips trembled. “Goodbye!” – she said, and without looking back, went up to the deck…

Having smoked and stood up, he went to a warm hotel and Ageyev. The northern lights were still flashing, but already weak, and it was the same color – white.


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“Adam and Eve” Kazakova in brief summary