“Before the third cocks” Shukshin in brief summary

“Before the third cocks” Shukshin in brief summary


Once in a library in the evening they began to talk, the characters of Russian literature about Ivan the Fool argued. “I’m ashamed,” said Poor Liza, “that he is with us.” “I’m also embarrassed to stand next to him,” Oblomov said, “he stinks of his clothes.” “Let him get the information that he’s clever,” suggested Poor Lisa. “Where does he get it?” – Ilya Muromets objected. “At the Sage, and let it be done before the third cocks.” They argued for a long time, and at last Ilya Muromets said: “Go, Vanka, you must see what they are all… scientists, go and remember, you do not burn in the fire, do not sink in the water… I can not vouch for the rest.” Ivan bowed with his whole bow: “Do not think badly if I’m lost.” And went. She walked and saw that the light glowed. There is a hut on chicken legs, and around the brick is piled high, slate, lumber all sorts. I stepped on the porch of Baba Yaga: “Who is this?” “Ivan the Fool. I’m going to get a reference to the Sage.” – “Are you really a fool or just simple-minded?” – “What are you getting at, Baba Yaga?” – “Yes, I saw you, just thought: oh and a talented guy, you can build?” – “I cut a house with my father.” Why do you need? ” “I want to build a cottage building.” “I’ve no time for me. I’m going to get help.” “Ah,” Baba Yaga said in an ominous voice, “now I understand who I’m dealing with.” “Simulator!” The last man I ask is: will you build? ” -“No”. – “In the oven it!” cried Baba Yaga. Four guards raked Ivan and pushed him into the oven. And then the bells rang in the yard. “My daughter is going,” Baba Yaga rejoiced, “with the bridegroom, Snake Gorynych.” The daughter, also terrible and with a mustache, entered the cabin. “Fu-fu-fu,” she said, “the Russian spirit smells.” – “And this I Ivan fry.” The daughter looked into the oven, and from there – whether crying, or laughter. “Oh, I can not,” moans Ivan, “I’m not going to die from the fire-from laughter.” – “What are you doing?” “Yes, I’m laughing at your mustache,



how can you live with your husband?” He will not know in the dark whether he is with a woman or a peasant. “Maybe he’s a bite, and I may bite my head off.” I know these Gorynychs. ” – “Can you get a mustache?” -“I can”. “Get out.” And then just in the windows three heads of Gorynych appeared and Ivan stared. “This is my nephew,” Baba Yaga explained. “Gostit.” Gorynych so carefully and so long considered Ivan, that he could not stand it, got nervous: “Well, nephew, I, nephew. They told you. Or that – guests will eat? Gorynych’s heads were surprised: “In my opinion, he’s rude,” one said, the second, after she had thought, added: “A fool, but nervous.” The third one spoke quite briefly: “Langet.” show! – Ivan exploded with fear. “I’ll arrange this!” Did you get tired of wearing your head?! “-” No, well, he’s full of rackets, “the first head said almost crying.” Stop pulling, “said the second head.” Yes, enough to pull, “Ivan said faintly and sang: Oh, I shaved you / On the mound / You gave me / Stockings-felt boots… “Quietly.” Do you know how to romances? Gorynych asked. “Come on, then.” And then I’ll take my hand off. And you sing, “he ordered Baba Yage with his daughter. “In my opinion, he is rude,” said one. The second, after thinking, added: “A fool, but a nervous one.” The third one spoke quite briefly: “Langet.” “I’ll show you such a langette!” Ivan burst out with awe. “I’ll arrange such a fit! Are you tired of wearing your head?!” – “No, well, he is very angry,” – almost crying said the first head. “Stop pulling,” said the second head. “Yes, enough to pull,” – Ivan foolishly sang and sang: “I shaved you / On the mound / You gave me a less / Stockings-felt boots…” Quietly. “Do you know how to romance songs?” Gorynych asked, “Well, sing, I’ll take your hand off, and you’ll sing,” he ordered Baba Yage with his daughter. “In my opinion, he is rude,” said one. The second, after thinking, added: “A fool, but a nervous one.” The third one spoke quite briefly: “Langet.” “I’ll show you such a langette!” Ivan burst out with awe. “I’ll arrange such a fit! Are you tired of wearing your head?!” – “No, well, he is very angry,” – almost crying said the first head. “Stop pulling,” said the second head. “Yes, enough to pull,” – Ivan foolishly sang and sang: “I shaved you / On the mound / You gave me a less / Stockings-felt boots…” Quietly. “Do you know how to romance songs?” Gorynych asked, “Well, sing, I’ll take your hand off, and you’ll sing,” he ordered Baba Yage with his daughter. I’ll show you such a langete! – Ivan exploded with fear. “I’ll arrange this!” Did you get tired of wearing your head?! “-” No, well, he’s full of rackets, “the first head said almost crying.” Stop pulling, “said the second head.” Yes, enough to pull, “Ivan said faintly and sang: Oh, I shaved you / On the mound / You gave me / Stockings-felt boots… “Quietly.” Do you know how to romances? Gorynych asked. “Come on, then.” And then I’ll take my hand off. And you sing, “he ordered Baba Yage with his daughter. I’ll show you such a langete! – Ivan exploded with fear. “I’ll arrange this!” Did you get tired of wearing your head?! “-” No, well, he’s full of rackets, “the first head said almost crying.” Stop pulling, “said the second head.” Yes, enough to pull, “Ivan said faintly and sang: Oh, I shaved you / On the mound / You gave me / Stockings-felt boots… “Quietly.” Do you know how to romances? Gorynych asked. “Come on, then.” And then I’ll take my hand off. And you sing, “he ordered Baba Yage with his daughter. Oh, I shaved you / On the mound / You gave me / Stockings-felt boots… “Quietly.” Do you know how to romances? Gorynych asked. “Come on, then.” And then I’ll take my hand off. And you sing, “he ordered Baba Yage with his daughter. Oh, I shaved you / On the mound / You gave me / Stockings-felt boots… “Quietly.” Do you know how to romances? Gorynych asked. “Come on, then.” And then I’ll take my hand off. And you sing, “he ordered Baba Yage with his daughter.

And Ivan began singing about “Khasbulata of the Striking”, and then, even though he rested, he also had to dance before the Serpent. “Well, now you are cleverer,” said Gorynych and threw Ivan out of the hut into the dark forest. Ivan was walking, and a bear was coming towards him. “I leave,” he complained to Ivan, “with shame and shame.” The monastery, near which I always lived, was surrounded by devils: music is given up, drunk, disgraceful, monks are being harassed, I have to run away from here, or even drink, or I’ll ask for a circus. You, Ivan, do not go there. “These horrible Snake Gorynycha.” – “Do they know about the Sage?” asked Ivan. “They know everything about everything.” “Then it is necessary,” Ivan sighed and went to the monastery. And there, around the walls of the monastery devils walk – who tapes with a hoof, who scans the magazine with pictures, who drinks cognac. And beside the unyielding monastery guard at the gates, three musicians and the girl “Black Eyes” perform. Ivan devils immediately began to take a throat: “I am a prince who will fly away from you. The devils were astonished. One was useful on Ivan, but they dragged him aside. And Ivan appeared to someone elegant in glasses: “What’s the matter, my friend?” What do you want? ” “You need help,” Ivan answered. “We will help you, but you help us too.” – answered Ivan. “We will help you, but you help us too.” – answered Ivan. “We will help you, but you help us too.”

They took Ivan aside and began to confer with him on how to smoke monks out of the monastery. Ivan also gave advice – to sing the native song for the guard. They devoured the devils in chorus “On the wild steppes of Transbaikalia”. Terrible guard sad, went to hell, next to the village, a drink was offered to drink, and devils moved into the empty gates of the monastery. Then the devil ordered Ivan: “Dancing kamarinskaya!” – “I went to the devil,” Ivan said angrily, “After all, they agreed: I will help you, you will me.” – “Well, dance, or we will not lead to the Sage.” I had to go to the dance, and then he found himself with the devil of a small, white old man – Sage. But he just does not give the certificate: “You’ll make Nesmeyan laugh – I’ll give you a certificate”. Ivan went with the Sage to the Nesmeyans. And she is getting bored of boredom. Friends of her lie among the ficuses under the quartz lamps for sunbathing and also miss. “Sing for them,” the Sage ordered. Ivan sang a ditty. “Oh,” the young men groaned, “do not, Vanya, please…” “Vanya, dance!” ordered the Sage again. “Go to hell!” Ivan was angry. “A certificate?” The old man asked ominously, “answer me a few questions, prove that you are clever.” Then we will issue a certificate. ” – “Can I ask?” said Ivan. “Let him ask Ivan,” Nesmeyana queried. “Why do you have an extra rib?” Ivan asked the Sage. “It’s curious,” the young people became interested, surrounded the old man. “Well, show me the rib.” And they began to undress and grope the Sage with a gaggle. dance! “- Sage ordered again.” Go to hell! “- Ivan was angry.” And the certificate? the old man asked ominously. “Now answer me a few questions, prove that you are clever.” Then let’s get a certificate. “-” Can I ask? “Ivan said,” Let Ivan ask, “Nesmeyana queried.” Why do you have an extra rib? “Ivan asked the Sage.” It’s curious, ” interested in young people, surrounded the old man. “Come on, show me the rib.” And they started to undress and probe the Sage with a gag. dance! “- Sage ordered again.” Go to hell! “- Ivan was angry.” And the certificate? the old man asked ominously. “Now answer me a few questions, prove that you are clever.” Then let’s get a certificate. “-” Can I ask? “Ivan said,” Let Ivan ask, “Nesmeyana queried.” Why do you have an extra rib? “Ivan asked the Sage.” It’s curious, ” interested in young people, surrounded the old man. “Come on, show me the rib.” And they started to undress and probe the Sage with a gag. Nesmeyana quizzed. “Why do you have an extra rib?” Ivan asked the Sage. “It’s curious,” the young people became interested, surrounded the old man. “Well, show me the rib.” And they began to undress and grope the Sage with a gaggle. Nesmeyana quizzed. “Why do you have an extra rib?” Ivan asked the Sage. “It’s curious,” the young people became interested, surrounded the old man. “Well, show me the rib.” And they began to undress and grope the Sage with a gaggle.

And Ivan pulled out a seal from the Sage’s pocket and went home. Passed by the monastery – there with songs and dances the devils took over. I met a bear, and he already is interested in working conditions in the circus and offers a drink together. And when passing by Baba Yaga’s hut passed, the voice heard: “Ivanushka, free me.” The serpent Gorynych put me in a toilet under lock and key as punishment. ” Ivan freed the daughter of Baba Yaga, and she asked: “Do you want to become my lover?” “Let’s go,” Ivan decided. “And will you make me a baby?” – Asked the daughter of Baba Yaga. “Can you handle children?” – “I can swaddle,” – she boasted and tightly wrapped Ivan in the sheets. And then the serpent Gorynych suddenly appeared: “What, did the passions take place? Did the games start? I’ll be hating you!” And only was made to swallow Ivan, as a whirlwind flew into the hut Don Ataman, sent from the library to the proceeds of Ivan. “Let’s go to the clearing,” he said to Gorynych, “I will snatch all my heads off for good.” A long battle lasted. Overwhelmed ataman Snake. “I did not meet men, Cossack,” Baba Yaga, the affectionate daughter of Baba, said tenderly, the ataman smiled, started to twist, and Ivan pulled him back: it’s time for us to return.

In the library, Ivan and the ataman were greeted with joy: “Thank God, they are alive and well.” Ivan, did you get a certificate? ” “I got the whole seal,” Ivan answered. But what to do with it, no one knew. “Why did they send people so far?” – Ilya asked angrily. “And you, Vanka, sit down in your place – soon roosters will sing.” – “We should not sit, Ilya, do not sit around!” – “You’re back…” “What?” Ivan did not stop, “that’s where he came-all around guilty.” “Sit here and think about it,” said Ilya Muromets calmly. And the third roosters began to sing, then the fairy tale ended. There may be another night… But it will be another fairy tale.



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“Before the third cocks” Shukshin in brief summary