“The last term” Rasputin in summary
The old woman Anna lies without moving, without opening her eyes; it is almost frozen, but life is still warm. Daughters understand this, bringing to the lips a piece of a broken mirror. It fogs up, which means that my mother is still alive. However, Varvara, one of Anna’s daughters, believes that it is possible to mourn already, “to rehearse her”, which she makes at first from the bed, then at the table, “where it is more convenient.” Daughter Lusia at this time sews a mourning cut back in the city. The sewing machine gushes to the sob of Varvara sobs.
Anna is the mother of five children, her two sons were killed, the first born, one for God, the other for the couple. Varvara came to say goodbye to her mother from the district center, Lusia and Ilya from nearby provincial towns.
Waiting will not wait for Anna Tanya from distant Kiev. And next to her in the village was always the son of Michael, along with his wife and daughter. Gathered around
“Mikhail and Ilya, bringing vodka, now did not know what to do: everything else in comparison with this seemed to them nothing, they were toiling, as if passing through themselves every minute.” Having hammered into the barn, they get drunk almost without a snack, except for those products that are dragged for them by the little daughter of Mikhail Nink. This causes legitimate female anger, but the first stack of vodka gives the peasants a feeling of a genuine holiday. In the end, the mother is alive. Ignoring the girl collecting empty and unfinished bottles, they no longer understand what kind of thought this time they want to drown, maybe it’s fear. “The fear of the consciousness that the mother is about to die, does not look like all the previous fears that fall out in their life, because this fear is more terrible, it comes from death… It seemed that death had already noticed them all in the face and already will
Having drunk thoroughly and feeling themselves the next day as if “they were let through a meat grinder”, Mikhail and Ilya are thoroughly drunk on the next day. “And how not to drink,” says Mikhail, “Day, the second, let it even be a week, it is still possible.” And if you do not drink before your death? Think of it, there’s nothing ahead of you. “It’s the same thing: how many ropes hold us and at work, and at home that you do not gasp, so much you had to do and did not do, everything should, should, should, should, and the more, the more you should – it’s all gone. He did what he had to do, but he did not do it, he did not have to do it, and did the right thing he did not do it. ” This does not mean that Mikhail and Ilya do not know how to work and never knew another joy, except from drunkenness. In the village, where they once lived together, there was a general work – “friendly, inveterate, sonorous, with a discordant drinking and axes, with a desperate hoot of fallen down lesins, responding in the soul with rapturous anxiety, with obligatory banter with each other.” Such work happens once in the season of harvesting firewood – in the spring, in the summer had time to dry out, pleasant yellow pine logs with a thin silky skin fall into neat piles. ” These Sundays are arranged for themselves, one family helps another, which is now possible. But the collective farm in the village is collapsing, people are leaving for the city, there is no one to feed and grow cattle.
Remembering about her former life, the townspeople Lusia with great warmth and joy imagines her favorite horse Igrenka, on which “slam the mosquito, he will fall”, which eventually happened: the horse died. I carried a lot of Igren, but I did not. Wandering around the village in the fields and plowed fields, Lusia realizes that she does not choose where to go, that she is guided by some outsiders living in these places and professing her strength… ..It seemed that life had returned back because she, Lusia, here something has forgotten, lost something very valuable and necessary for it, without which it is impossible…
While children drink and indulge in memories, the old woman Anna, having eaten specially cooked for her children’s semolina porridge, gets even more excited and goes out onto the porch. It is hung by the long-awaited friend of Mironikha. “Ooti-moti, you are an old woman, in any way, alive,” says Mironih. “Do you think that death does not take you? .. I’m going to see her at the funeral feast, I think she was like a good-hearted fellow, and she’s all tutaka.”
Anna is grieving that among the children gathered at her bed there are no Tatyana, Tanchory, as she calls her. Tanchora did not look like any of the sisters. She stood as if between them with her own special character, soft and joyful, human. So without waiting for her daughter, the old woman decides to die. “There was nothing more to do in this world, and there was no need to push death away.” As long as the guys here, let them bury them, spend it, as it happens with people, so that they do not come back to this care another time. “Then, look, Tanchora will come too. The old woman often thought of death and knew her as herself, and in recent years they have become girlfriends, the old woman often talked to her, and death, settling down somewhere on the sidelines, listened to her sensible whisper and sighed knowingly. They agreed that the old woman would depart at night, first fall asleep, like all people,
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