Summary Obid Vasily Shukshin

VM Shukshin
Resentment
Sashka Yermolayev was offended. On Saturday morning, he gathered empty bottles of milk and said to his little daughter: “Masha, will you come with me?” – “Where? The gas shop?” – the girl was delighted. “And buy fish,” – ordered his wife. Sasha and her daughter went to the store. We bought milk, butter, went to watch the fish, and there behind the counter – a gloomy aunt. And for some reason, the saleswoman thought that it was the same guy who was standing in front of her, that he had arranged a drunken drunkard yesterday. “Well, how – nothing?” She asked venomously. “Do you remember yesterday?” Sashka was surprised, and she continued: “What are you looking at? .. Looks like Ishushik…” For some reason, Sashka was particularly offended by this “Isusik”. “Listen, are you probably with a hangover yourself? .. What was yesterday?” The saleswoman laughed: “I forgot.” “What did I forget? I was at work yesterday!” – “Yes?” And how much they squander for such work? .. Yes, it’s worth it, the mouth opens with a hangover! ” Sashka shook. Maybe that’s why he was so keenly angry that he had recently been able to live well, forgot even when he was drinking… And because he held the little hand of his daughter in his hand. “Where is your director?” And Sasha rushed into the service room. There sat another woman, head of the department: “What’s the matter?” – “You see,” Sashka began, “it’s worth… and begins for no reason… For what?” – “You are calmer, calmer.” Let’s go find out. ” Sashka and the head of the department went to the fish department. “What’s wrong?” – Asked the head of the seller. “I drank up yesterday, naskandalil, and today I reminded, so still kind of indignant does.” Sashka shook: “Yes, I was not at the store yesterday! Was not you understand?” Meanwhile, there was already a turn in the back. And voices began to be heard: “Enough is enough for you: was, was not!” “But how is it,” Sashka turned to the line, “Yesterday I was not in the store, and some scandal is attributed to me.” “They say they were,” said the old man in the cloak, “that means he was.” – “What do you mean?” Sashka tried to... say something else, but realized that it was useless. This wall of people can not be broken. “What uncles are bad,” said Masha. “Yes, uncles… aunts…” muttered Sashka.
He decided to wait for it in his cloak and ask why he pleases the seller, because that’s how we breed the boors. And then this elderly man, wearing a cloak, came out. “Listen,” Sashka said to him, “I want to talk with you, why did you intercede for the seller? I really was not at the store yesterday.” – “Go get yourself first!” He’ll stop… You’ll talk to me in another place, “the man in the cloak began to say, and immediately rushed to the store. The police went to call, Sasha understood, and even calmed down a bit, went with Masha’s home. He thought about that man in a raincoat: after all, man. Lived for a long time. And what remains: the cowardly sycophant. Or maybe he does not know that it is not good to be ugly. Sasha had seen this man before, he was from the house opposite. Having learned in the courtyard of the boys the name of this person – Chukalov – and the apartment number,
Chukalov, opening the door, immediately called his son: “Igor, this man cheated me in the store.” “Yes, they cheated me at the store,” Sashka tried to explain, “I wanted to ask why you… are being sycophantic?” Igor grabbed him by the breasts – two times he knocked his head against the door, dragged him to the stairs and lowered him. Sasha miraculously stayed on his feet – grabbed the railing. Everything happened very soon, the head clearly began to work: “Dostoevschalsya. Nashnima soul!” Sashka decided to run home after the hammer and deal with Igor. But he just jumped out of the entrance, as he saw his wife flying in the yard. Sasha’s legs buckled: something happened to the children. “What are you?” She asked casually, “Have you started a fight again? Do not pretend, I know you. Sashka was silent. Now, perhaps, nothing will come of it, “Spit, do not start, – begged his wife. “Think about us.” Is it really not a pity? “Sasha was filled with tears, he frowned, coughed angrily, trembling fingers pulled out a cigarette, lit a cigarette and obediently went home.


Summary Obid Vasily Shukshin