“Kreutzer Sonata” by Tolstoy in short summary
Early spring. The end of the century. In Russia there is a train. In the car there is a lively conversation; merchant, clerk, attorney, smoking lady and other passengers argue about the women’s question, about marriage and free love. Only love covers marriage, says the smoking lady. Here, in the middle of her speech, a strange sound of interrupted laughter or sobbing sounds, and some old, gray-haired gentleman, with impulsive movements, interferes in a general conversation. Up to now, he had answered sharply and briefly to the neighbouring of his neighbors, avoiding communication and acquaintance, and smoking more and more, looking out the window or drinking tea, and at the same time was clearly burdened by his loneliness. So what kind of love, the lord asks, what do you mean by true love? The preference of one person to another? But how much? For a year, a month, an hour? It’s only in novels happens, in life is never. Spiritual affinity? The unity of ideals? But in this
Here is the true story of Pozdnishev, told by himself that same night to one of the fellow travelers, a story of how he was brought to this very love with what happened to him. Pozdnyshev, landlord and university candidate lived until his marriage, like everyone in his circle. He lived in a corrupt way, but, living in a depraved way, he believed that he lived, as it should, even morally. He was not a seducer, he did not have “unnatural tastes”, did not make the goal of his life from debauchery, but was given to him sedately, decently, rather for health, avoiding women who could tie him up. Meanwhile, he could not have had a clean relationship with a woman for a long time, he was, as they say, a “fornicator”, like a morphine, a drunkard, a smoker. Then, as Pozdnyshev put it, without going into details, all deviations also went. So he lived up to thirty years, without leaving, however,
One evening
At the age of eight they had five children, but life with children was not joy, but flour. The wife was child-loving and gullible, and family life turned into a permanent salvation from imaginary or real dangers. The presence of children gave new reasons for strife, the relationship became more hostile. For the fourth year they already talked simply: “What time is it? It’s time to sleep, what’s the dinner now?” “To go, what is written in the newspaper?” To send for the doctor. “The throat hurts from Masha.” He watched as she poured tea, brought the spoon to her mouth, squished, sucked in the liquid, and hated her for it. “You have a good grimace,” he thought, “you’ve tortured me with scenes all night, and I have a meeting.” “You are well,” she thought, “but I did not sleep with the child all night.” And they not only thought so, but also spoke, and so they would live, as if in a fog, Do not understand yourself if it had not happened that it happened. His wife seemed to have woken up since she stopped giving birth, and the constant anxiety about the children began to subside, she seemed to wake up and saw a whole world with his joys, about which she had forgotten. Oh, how not to miss! Time will pass, you will not return! From her youth she was taught that in the world there is one worthy of attention – love; getting married, she got something out of this love, but not all that was expected. Love with her husband was not the same, she began to introduce some other, new, clean love, and she looked around, waiting for something, again took up the piano thrown before… And then this man appeared. she seemed to wake up and saw a whole world with his joys, which she had forgotten. Oh, how not to miss! Time will pass, you will not return! From her youth she was taught that in the world there is one worthy of attention – love; getting married, she got something out of this love, but not all that was expected. Love with her husband was not the same, she began to introduce some other, new, clean love, and she looked around, waiting for something, again took up the piano thrown before… And then this man appeared. she seemed to wake up and saw a whole world with his joys, which she had forgotten. Oh, how not to miss! Time will pass, you will not return! From her youth she was taught that in the world there is one worthy of attention – love; getting married, she got something out of this love, but not all that was expected. Love with her husband was not the same, she began to introduce some other, new, clean love, and she looked around, waiting for something, again took up the piano thrown before… And then this man appeared.
He was a musician, a violinist, the son of a ruined landowner, who graduated from the conservatory in Paris and returned to Russia. His name was Trukhachevsky. Trukhachevsky, when he arrived in Moscow, went to Pozdnyshev, who introduced him to his wife, immediately talked about music, he invited her to play with her, she was delighted, and Pozdnishev pretended that he was glad not to think that he was jealous. Then Truhachevsky came with a violin, they played, his wife seemed interested in one music, but Pozdnyshev suddenly saw the beast sitting in both of them ask: “Can I?” – and answered: “You can.” Trukhachevsky had no doubts that this Moscow lady agreed. Pozdnyshev also gave him dinner at expensive wine, admired his play, called again on the following Sunday to eat lunch and barely restrained himself so as not to kill him immediately.
Soon a dinner was organized, boring, feigned. Quite soon the music began, Kreutzer’s sonata was played by Beethoven, his wife on a piano, Trukhachevsky on a violin. The terrible thing is this sonata, a terrible thing is music, thought Pozdnyshev. And this terrible tool in the hands of anyone. Can Kreutzer Sonata play in the living room? Play, pat, eat ice cream? Hear it and live as before, without doing those important things that music has tuned into? It’s scary, destructive. But Pozdnyshev shook Trukhachevsky’s hand with a sincere feeling for the first time and thanked him for the pleasure.
The evening ended well, everyone left. And two days later Pozdnieshev went to the county in the best possible mood, there was an abyss of cases. But one night, in bed, Pozdnyshev woke up with a “dirty” idea about her and about Trukhachevsky. Horror and anger tightened his heart. How can it be? And how can it not be, if he himself on her for this and married, and now the same from her wants another person. That person is healthy, unmarried, “between them is the connection of music – the most subtle lust of feelings.” What can keep them? Nothing. He did not fall asleep all night, at five o’clock he got up, woke the watchman, sent for the horses, at eight he went to the tarantas and drove off. It was necessary to ride thirty-five versts on horseback and eight hours by train, waiting was awful. What did he want? He wanted his wife not to want what she wanted and even had to wish for. As in delirium, he drove up to his porch, it was the first hour of the night, lights were still burning in the windows. He asked the footman who’s in the house. Hearing that Trukhachevsky, Pozdnishev nearly sobbed, but the devil immediately prompted him: do not be sentimental, they will disperse, there will be no evidence… It was quiet, the children slept, the lackey Pozdnishev sent to the station for things and locked the door behind him. He took off his boots and, remaining in stockings, took from the wall a curved damask dagger, never used and terribly sharp. Gently stepping, went there, sharply flung open the door. He always remembered the expression of their faces, this was an expression of horror. Pozdnishev rushed to Trukhachevsky, but on his hand hung a sudden weight – his wife, Pozdnishev thought that it would be ridiculous to catch up with his wife’s lover in some stockings, he did not want to be ridiculous and hit his wife with a dagger in left side, and immediately pulled it out, wishing to correct and stop what had been done. “Nurse, he killed me!”, Blood rushed from under the corset. “I achieved my…” – and through her physical suffering and the proximity of death her familiar animal hatred was expressed. Only later, when he saw her in the coffin, he began to understand what he had done, that he had killed her, that she was alive, warm, and she became motionless, waxy, cold and that this can never be corrected anywhere, nowhere. He spent eleven months in jail awaiting trial, was acquitted. The children were taken by his sister-in-law. but became motionless, waxy, cold, and that this can never be corrected, nowhere, in any way. He spent eleven months in jail awaiting trial, was acquitted. The children were taken by his sister-in-law. but became motionless, waxy, cold, and that this can never be corrected, nowhere, in any way. He spent eleven months in jail awaiting trial, was acquitted. The children were taken by his sister-in-law.
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