A summary of Solzhenitsyn’s work “One Day of Ivan Denisovich”
At five o’clock, as usual, the climb broke. “But the barracks did not open, Shukhov never woke up. Before the divorce, there was an hour and a half of personal time, and it could be used to earn some money: sew someone a case for gloves, a rich brigadnik to put dry felt boots in bed, so that he does not stamp them with bare feet, someone to serve, sweep or bring something, you can go to the dining room and collect dirty bowls in the dishwasher – they will feed you for this, but there are many hunters, and most importantly, if There is something left in the bowl, you can not hold out and start a lysis Shukhov well remembered the order of Brigadier Kuzemin, the old camp wolf, who has been sitting since 1943 for twelve years, that here the law is taiga. “But people live here. In the camp, that’s who dies: who sweeps a bowl, who hopes for the medicine and who goes to the kum to knock. ” But today Shukhov did not stand up right away. Since the evening he
In the morning a certain life: the orderlies take out the eight-bucket parash, throw a bunch of dry boots. Pombrigdira went to the bread cutter, and the brigadier to the staff barracks for work orders. All this is heard by Shukhov, who is lying covered with a blanket, a jacket and a quilted jacket.
It is not easy to go to work for people. They want to send their brigade from the construction of workshops to “sotsgorodok.” And this snow field. First you need to excavate the pits for the pillars, pull the barbed wire on them so that the cons do not run away, and then start building the town. And in the cold of fire do not dissolve: there is nothing to drown. So the brigadier goes for the best work, but not with empty hands, but with a pound of fat or even a kilogram. Shukhov thinks, but do not go to the medical unit, do not try to have happiness. He listens to his condition: it would be
Nobody stood up for one brigadnik. The brigadier could have said the word, but he was no more. In the staff barracks it turned out that there would be no punishment cell for Shukhov, but it was just necessary to wash the floor in the wardroom. To do this, there was a special prisoner who did not go to the zone, but for some time now he considered that it was “low for him” to wash the floor for ordinary guards. Therefore, they pulled the floors from hard workers. Shukhov went to the well behind the water, where he saw that the foremen were watching the temperature. The frost was 27.5. Everyone blames the defective thermometer. In the room Shukhov took off his shoes so as not to wet the felt boots, and generously poured water under the boots of the guards. Those began to swear that he does not know how to wash the floors. He was told that he only rubbed a little and walked away from here. Shukhov briskly managed, he learned well: “Work – it’s like a stick, there are two endings in it: for people you do – quality give, for the chiefs you do – show off. “Shukhov threw a non-pressed rag behind the stove, poured water onto the path where the authorities were going, and moved them to the dining room.” Surprisingly, there was no queue. “The dining room is cold, They eat slowly, spitting out the bones on the table, when they get a bunch, they sweep it to the floor, and it’s somehow thoughtless to spit on the floor. “Fyatyukov bribed Shukhov’s breakfast.” Ivan Denisovich took off his hat with a shaved head-he could not It is in the hat. “He began to slowly eat the cooled stew. the same time to the prisoner – June: every vegetable ends and is replaced by a grain-crop, and July is the most hungry – the nettles are cut into the cauldron. “Shukhov did not go into the barracks, so he did not get a ration of bread, ate without it, after breakfast, went to the medical unit, that you have to buy two glasses of self-plant from the Long Latvian, tomorrow there will be no self-assembly, so Shukhov flew into the medical unit, it was more likely to solve the matter. The paramedic told Ivan Denisovich that he came late, but nevertheless gave a thermometer. The temperature was 37.2.
The paramedic said that if there were thirty-eight, he could release, but now not. Shukhov ran into the hut, the briggadier gave him a ration of bread with a mound of sugar, and then they were expelled for inspection.
One hundred and fourth brigade, in which consisted Shukhov, again went to her column, you see, the brigadier took the fat. And to build a “town” went victorious and foolish who, well, and there will be a lot of fuss in the open field at twenty-seven degree frost. The brigade was already waiting for shmona1, and Shukhov attached himself to a cigarette-smoking Caesar, who, without having finished it, gave it to Ivan Denisovich. In the morning, the shaman is light. If only they did not carry three kilos of food with them to escape, here in the evening it’s another matter. They are looking for knives, all kinds of forbidden things. Cold entered under the clothes, now it can not be expelled. Carefully consider going out. God forbid you make a mistake, put your head down. Therefore, the warders are considered carefully.
Shukhov put a rag on his face – the wind was oncoming. He lowered the cap of his cap, raised the collar of a pea jacket. Some eyes remained open. Finally, we read the order of the movement, and the column began to move. Because he ate without bread and everything was cold, he did not feel full. Ivan Denisovich, to distract himself, began to think about how he would write a letter home. There came a new one, in 1951, and Shukhov had the right to write a letter home, just in it you will write, in this letter.
Shukhov left the house on June 23, 1941. Now there was little that connected him with the domestic, there was more to talk about with Kildigs, with the Latvian. And they wrote the same thing from home: the chairman of the kolkhoz was replaced, the collective farm was enlarged, the norms were increased, the gardens were cut down to fifteen hundred. My wife also wrote that after the war neither the girls nor the boys went to the collective farm, the factories and plants were set up. Only half of the peasants returned from the war, but they also do not go to the collective farm, they work on the side. “The collective farm is pulling those women, which have been driven since the thirties, and how they will collapse – and the kolkhoz will die.” Guys also work dyes of carpets, on any sheet namalyuyut for an hour a picture. His wife hopes that Shukhov will return and also become a “dye”. And they too will rise from poverty. All the dyes were put into new houses for twenty-five thousand under the iron roofs. Although Shukhov was still sitting for about a year, but he was riddled with these carpets. The wife says that it’s easier to draw lightly – “I put on a stencil and smear with a brush.” Yes, carpets of three kinds: “Three” – the beautiful troika carries a hussar officer in the harness, the second carpet – “Deer”, and the third – under Persian. But for these carpets is free they get fifty rubles, because the real ones cost thousands. “
Shukhov knows from stories of free drivers and shovels that they blocked the straight road, but people are not lost: they go around and are so alive. Bypassing and Shukhov would have gone to keep up with his fellow villagers. But, to my liking, I do not want Ivan Denisovich to take up carpets. About the will, he does not yet dream: will they ever be allowed to do this, maybe they will give another ten for nothing.
Shukhov looked around and stumbled upon the foreman. He is strong, strong. Sits already the second term. “The brigadier in the camp is everything: a good foreman will give you a second life, a bad team leader will put him in a wooden jacket.” We went into the zone, and while the brigade leaders get the job, the brigade stumbled in the heat and was “stocked” by them for a day. Now Shukhov is aching not only with his back, but with his legs. He took half a ration of bread and began to chew slowly, otherwise you will not be able to wait until dinner-five hours. Shukhov learned only in the camp, for eight years began to enjoy the fact that he chewed and crushed hard raw bread in his mouth for a long time. Nearby there is a co-author Buinovsky. He talks with everyone in an authoritative tone – he used to command the fleet. If it does not, the camp will break it. Senka Klevshin is deaf. He was in German camps, even in Bu-henwald, he deceived death. Now he is serving time quietly. Two Estonians, like brothers, are never separated. All are divided in half, although they met only in the camp. The Latvian Kildiks grieves, that the snowstorms all winter are not present. Then it’s not that to work, they’re afraid to let people out of the barrack, you’ll reach the dining room only by rope, otherwise you’ll get lost. In the storm they do not work, but then they work out at the weekend, and still people wait for the snowstorm.
The brigadier came and sent everyone to work: to whom is the cement, to whom to carry water and sand, to whom to clean snow and to bake the stove in the not completed CHP. Remained masters Shukhov and the Lett. The brigadier said that they had to score something with windows, otherwise they would freeze in the engine room like dogs. The Latvian remembered that he saw a huge roll of roofing-paper near prefabricated houses. They decided to score windows. The name is Kildigs Jan, but Shukhov calls him Vanya. Before going after the roofing felts, Shukhov took out a trowel from his nest. According to the rule, you need to take the tools in the evening, but in the morning, but Shukhov contrived and now with a personal trowel.
You can not take it on flat only – they will take it away. Therefore, they clenched each other and reached the CHP close to us. The hands only stiffened in thin mittens. There are already half the windows, so we need the slats, and where to take them-the railings have been broken off, now we must not go yawning so as not to fall down, but there is no other way out. The windows need to be insulated. To convicts worked without urging, they were shot down in brigades. Feed at work, so here you do not poke. “You do not work, you bastard, but I’ll be hungry because of you? Well, stick…” And if the frost, as now, the more you do not sit out. If after two hours the heaters are not made, everyone will freeze to death. Shukhov does not think about anything at the moment, but only about how to connect the pipes and remove them so they do not smoke. The brigadier went to close the interest, it depends a lot on these percentages: two hundred grams of extra money, bonuses to supervisors and superiors,
They began to clog the windows, the furnace was flooded, the people stretched to the heat, but they disperse their briggadier to make the solution boxes. The Latvian advised Ivan Denisovich the end of the term. Shukhov was pleased that he was finishing his imprisonment, but he could not believe that he would be released. Do you really sweat your feet? “It is considered in the case that Shukhov sat down for treason, and he gave evidence that, yes, he surrendered, wanting to change his homeland, but returned from captivity because he was carrying out the task of German intelligence.” But what task – neither Shukhov nor the investigator could come up with. And it remains – just a “task”. On interrogations in counterespionage, Shukhov was beaten a lot. And he calculated that if he did not sign this vain, then he would have one thing left – a “wooden pea jacket”. But in fact it was like this: in February of 1942 in the North-West they were surrounded by their army, there was nothing to eat, even horse hooves were already plowing. There was nothing to shoot. The Germans caught them and took them. Shukhov and then stayed in captivity for two days, and then fled, and not one, but five. Three died in wanderings. And two of them came, and if they were cleverer, they would not mention two days of captivity, and they were glad that they escaped from the German captivity. They are immediately behind bars as fascist agents.
Staring at the fire, Ivan Denisovich remembered his seven years in the north. When I had to work at night if I did not fulfill the daily rate. You will not have time to return to the camp, but again you are sent to work. In this camp it is calmer. After work, everyone in the camp goes and a solder a hundred grams more. “You can live here.” One objection, how quieter it is if people are cut in bed. But it is corrected that it is not people, but informers. A whistle sounded from the power train – a lunch break. In the street it was warmer, eighteen degrees. In the dining room, some of the portions swim away to feed sixes, on duty, but how do you check? “And all those who steal do not themselves work with a pickaxe, and you – stick and take what they give, and move away from the window.” Today oatmeal is nourishing porridge.
The brigadier has a double portion, but Tyurin gives it to his assistant Pavel. When passing the bowls with porridge and dirty chef lost his account, Shukhov repeated the same number to Paul that was before these bowls, but the cook noticed, and Pavel told the correct score. Having thrust out extra bowls to Estonians, Shukhov made the cooks give superfluous. Shukhov expected that out of two “stolen 2 portions”, at least one would be given to him. The owner of the superfluous was Paul, and Ivan Denisovich was waiting for him to dispose of it. Paul ate his two portions, and gave extra to Shukhov so that he ate one, and took the other to Caesar. Ivan Denisovich was afraid that Fetyukov would give an extra portion, “he would throw a shaka, but it would not be enough to bite the courage.” Next to him was Kavtorang. Not knowing that there were extra portions, he ate his own and enjoyed peace. Paul gave him an extra portion, and the officer looked at her as a miracle. Shukhov approved of Paul. The time will come, and Kavtorang will learn to live in the camp, but for now it must be supported. Shukhov carried a helping dose to Caesar. The office was hot as in a bath. Shukhov thought that Caesar would treat him to smoking, but, after standing in vain, went to work.
The brigade cheered up: they closed the interest well, now there will be good rations for five days.
The brigade huddled near the stove, where the brigadier told how he was driven from the military school for his father-a fist, and then on the shipment he found out that all the school authorities had been shot, and then he thought: “Well, you are, the Creator, in the sky. you endure, but you hurt painfully. ”
Shukhov took tobacco from the Estonians for furs. And the brigadier kept telling me how he rode on the train, covered by four girls by students.
He came secretly home, talked to his mother, she was preparing for the stage, and her father was hijacked. The same night he left with his brother. He took him to Frunze, gave it to his brother, so that he could be taught life, he did not see his brother again. Now Tyurin regretted that he himself had not bothered with the thieves. Having told about himself, the brigadier sent everyone to work. Clutch decided to do the four of them, so that the solution does not fade: Ivan Denisovich, Latvian, brigadier and Klevshin. At first, Ivan Denisovich looked down on the zone, and then there was no time. Only I saw the wall I laid. Shukhov saw that before him the wall had been laid somehow, ineptly or inadequately. Now Ivan Denisovich was thinking how to fix the depressions and mounds in the masonry. From work in the beginning sweated masons, and then dried up. Came the inspector of the prisoners – Dare, began to shout at Tyurin, that for only a foreman for the third time solder, but the cons encircled him, and the brigadier threatened: let him only peep, this will be his last day of life. Dahr once calmed down, began to persuade those around him that he had been misunderstood. Dare asked what he was going to say to the foreman about the foreman, the brigadier advised him to say so, when the 100th brigade came.
The brigadier demanded that the lift be adjusted, it is difficult to lift the mortar and slag blocks to the second floor. He was told that the lift can not be adjusted, it will be necessary to “hunt” further. Bricklayers put the fifth row already when the working day was running out. But the solution was diluted a lot, and it was necessary to put the wall further, otherwise the solution would disappear. Everyone is in a hurry, nobody thinks about the quality of the masonry. Shukhov walks and corrects, so that the corner does not collapse or there is no bubble on the wall. All went to hand over the tools, build on a roll call, and Shukhov and Klevshin all put and put a wall to finish the solution. The prisoners are already built, the guards consider, and Shukhov and Glukhoy are running faster so that they are not beaten for being late. But everything went off, the foreman explained the reason. The convoy can not count one. The prisoners get angry that their time is going to be personal, but for some reason. Until they find one, they will not move. They began to understand the brigades to determine who was not. They determined that in the thirty-second brigade there was not enough man. For half an hour all froze. Finally they saw the missing. All zaulyulyukali, howled. It turns out that the Moldovan climbed up into the woods, got burned and fell asleep, he was hardly found. Finally they moved. They almost ran to the camp. Now one more shmona.
Shukhov warns Caesar that he will run to take turns in the parcel. He says that, perhaps, there is no premise, Shukhov is not a burden, but, perhaps, who else can turn to turn. The last gate passed. Now the prisoner is left to himself. Shukhov rushed to the parcel post. In the queue, Shukhov found out that there would not be another Sunday, it always happened that only five out of five days off, two “healed”.
But Sunday could have been fooled up in the zone: they would start rebuilding the bath, clearing the yard or inventory. “Most of all, they probably are vexed if the prisoner sleeps after breakfast.” Caesar came for the parcel, and gave his supper to Shukhov. “… This Shukhov waited.”
Having run into the hut, Ivan Denisovich determined that the solder hidden in the mattress is intact, this is luck. Then he ran to the dining room, just managed with his. Ivan Denisovich contrived to get a tray, he got himself a bowl with a thicker balance. His bread was four hundred grams, and two hundred grams for Caesar received and ate without haste. He had a holiday today – he tore two portions off for lunch, and two for dinner, such luck rarely falls out. Bread Shukhov decided to leave for tomorrow. After the canteen, Ivan Denisovich decided to go to the Latvian for the self-shed. Money in the camp did not pay, only on application it was possible to withdraw once a month. But Shukhov earned by sewing slippers, repairing telegrakes and jackets.
In the evening, Kavtorang Buinovsky was taken to the punishment cell for abuse and abuse of authority. After the imprisonment in a stone bag for ten days in such a frost, and even during feeding on the third, sixth and ninth days you will surely earn tuberculosis, and after fifteen days – a grave. Pity the Shukhov Caesar, taught how to save the parcel, while the night shmona will be.
Finally lay down Ivan Denisovich. “Glory to you, Lord, one more day passed, thank you that you can not sleep in a punishment cell, you can still do it here.” Only decided that you can sleep, as the second test began.
Caesar for helping with the shipment gave Shukhov two cookies, pieces of sugar and a sausage circle. Shukhov was completely satisfied with the day. Today he got a lot of luck: he was not put in a punishment cell, he was not sent to Sotsgorodok, he had his lunch cut off, the foreman closed his interest well, Shukhov put the wall cheerfully, did not hit the wall with a hacksaw, Caesar and tobacco bought it, and it did not get sick, it was wet… A day passed by was not overshadowed, almost happy
… There were three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days in his term from the call to the bell, because of leap years – three days of extra was added ” .
1959
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