“On the Irtysh” Zalygin in brief


March was the month of nine hundred and thirty-one. In the village of Steep Luki, the windows of the collective farm office were burning late, the board was sitting, then the peasants simply converged and judged without end, they talked about their affairs. Spring was approaching. Sowing. Just now the collective-farm barn was filled in full, after the floor was raised in the barn of Alexander Udartsev. The conversation was now on, how not to confuse the seeds of different varieties. And suddenly someone shouted from the street: “We are burning!” They rushed to the windows – a granary with grain was burning… They extinguished the whole village. The snow was filled with fire, grains were pulled out. In the heat himself, Stepan Chauzov was in charge. They snatched from the fire, how many could. But, and burned a lot – almost a quarter of harvested. After they began to talk: “But it was not for nothing that caught fire, it could not” – and

about Udartsev remembered: where is he? And then his wife Olga came out: “There’s no escape.” – “How?” “He said he was dressed up in the city.” The mounted man went somewhere else. ” “Maybe he is already at home?” Chauzov asked. “Let’s go and see.” Only the old Udartsev met them in the house: “Well, to cure from here, the damned!” And with a crowbar he moved to the men. “Soshibu any!” The peasants jumped out, only Stepan did not move from his place. Olga Udartseva hung on her father-in-law: “Dad, come to your senses!” The old man stopped, trembled, dropped the crowbar… “Well, pull out all living people from here,” Chauzov ordered and jumped out into the street. “Pull out the crown from the basement, guys, put the lodges on the other side!” The peasants leaned against the wall, pushed, and the house crawled along the slopes to a slope. The shutter was flung open, something cracked – the house hung over the ravine and collapsed, crumbling. “The house was kind, sighed
Deputy Chairman Fofanov. – From what she went, our common life… “

Excited peasants did not disperse, again met in the office, and talked about what kind of life awaits them on the collective farm. “If the power continues to divide us into kulaks and poor people, then where will they stop,” Lena Nechai reasoned, since the peasant, he was originally a master, or else he is not a muzhik, but the new owners do not recognize the power. “It’s no use to the worker’s property.” He’s working on the whistle, and to the peasant? And it turns out that any of us can be declared as a fist. ” This spoke Nechai and looked at Stepan, right? Stepan Chauzov was respected in the countryside for his economy, for courage, and for his clever head. But Stepan was silent, not just everything. And when he returned home, Stepan discovered that his wife Klasha had settled Olga Udartseva with her children in their hut: “You ruined their house,” the wife said.

And on the next day Yegorka Gilev came into the hut, the peasant from the most disreputable in the village: “For you, Stepan.” The investigator came and waited for you. ” The investigator began strictly and aggressively: “How and why did the house be destroyed?” Who was in charge, was this an act of class struggle? ” No, Stepan decided, this can not be talked about – what does he understand in our lives, except for the “class struggle”? And the investigator answered evasively questions, so that no one from his fellow villagers could harm. It seems like he fought off, and in the paper that he signed, there was nothing superfluous. It would be possible to live on well, calmly, but then chairman Pavel Pechura from the district returned and immediately – to Stepan with a serious conversation: “I thought earlier that the collective farms are a country thing, but no, they are engaged in them in the city. I realized that I was not fit. Here, not only the peasant mind and experience are needed. Here the character needs a strong, and most importantly, to be able to handle new politics. Until the spring I’ll be chairman, and then I’ll leave. And the chairmen, in my understanding, you need, Stepan. Think about it again. “Another day later Yegorka Gilev appeared again, looked around and said quietly:” Lyakksandra Udartsev is calling you to her any day. “-” How is that?! “-” He is buried in my hut. He wants to talk to you. Maybe they, fugitives, are a man like you, they want to like themselves. “-” What can I do with them together? Against who? Against Fofanov? Against Pechura? Against Soviet power? I’m not an enemy to my children when she promises them life… And you have to beat you to death, Egorka! So as not to yawn. From such as you, – the main harm! ” be able to handle new politics. Until the spring I’ll be chairman, and then I’ll leave. And the chairmen, in my understanding, you need, Stepan. Think about it again. “Another day later Yegorka Gilev appeared again, looked around and said quietly:” Lyakksandra Udartsev is calling you to her any day. “-” How is that?! “-” He is buried in my hut. He wants to talk to you. Maybe they, fugitives, are a man like you, they want to like themselves. “-” What can I do with them together? Against who? Against Fofanov? Against Pechura? Against Soviet power? I’m not an enemy to my children when she promises them life… And you have to beat you to death, Egorka! So as not to yawn. From such as you, – the main harm! ” be able to handle new politics. Until the spring I’ll be chairman, and then I’ll leave. And the chairmen, in my understanding, you need, Stepan. Think about it again. “Another day later Yegorka Gilev appeared again, looked around and said quietly:” Lyakksandra Udartsev is calling you to her any day. “-” How is that?! “-” He is buried in my hut. He wants to talk to you. Maybe they, fugitives, are a man like you, they want to like themselves. “-” What can I do with them together? Against who? Against Fofanov? Against Pechura? Against Soviet power? I’m not an enemy to my children when she promises them life… And you have to beat you to death, Egorka! So as not to yawn. From such as you, – the main harm! ” The next day Yegorka Gilev appeared again. He looked around and said quietly: “Lyakksandra Udartsev is calling you to your house anyway.” – “Like this?!” “He’s buried in my hut, I want to talk to you, maybe they, runaway, like a peasant like you, want to like themselves.” – “What am I supposed to do with them together? Against whom? Against Fofanov? Against Pechura? Against Soviet power? I am not my enemy to my children when she promises them life… And you must be beaten to death, Egorka! From such as you, – the main harm! ” The next day Yegorka Gilev appeared again. He looked around and said quietly: “Lyakksandra Udartsev is calling you to your house anyway.” – “Like this?!” “He’s buried in my hut, I want to talk to you, maybe they, runaway, like a peasant like you, want to like themselves.” – “What am I supposed to do with them together? Against whom? Against Fofanov? Against Pechura? Against Soviet power? I am not my enemy to my children when she promises them life… And you must be beaten to death, Egorka! From such as you, – the main harm! ” What can I do with them together? Against who? Against Fofanov? Against Pechura? Against Soviet power? I’m not an enemy to my children when she promises them life… And you have to beat you to death, Egorka! So as not to yawn. From such as you, – the main harm! ” What can I do with them together? Against who? Against Fofanov? Against Pechura? Against Soviet power? I’m not an enemy to my children when she promises them life… And you have to beat you to death, Egorka! So as not to yawn. From such as you, – the main harm! “

“And what kind of life is that,” Stepan said angrily, “it’s not possible to stop the peasant from transferring the spirit and take care of the economy, to lock himself in the hut, say that he’s sick, and lie on the stove.” But Stepan went to the meeting. He already knew what the meeting would be about. In the area of ​​Pechur the task was given – to increase the crops. And where are the seeds taken? The last, for food left, to carry in the collective farm? .. The people were in the hut-reading room – do not breathe out. Koryakin himself from the region came. He was from krutoluchenskih, but now no longer a man, but – the boss. The reporter, the investigator, started talking about justice, about social labor, as the most correct one: “Now the cars have gone, but who can buy them? Only the rich.” So, therefore, we must unite. ” “Yes, the car is not a horse,” Stepan thought, “she really needs another kind of management.” Finally came to the seeds: “People who are conscious, dedicated to our cause, I think, will set an example, from their personal stocks will replenish the seed fund of the collective farm.” But the peasants were silent. “I give pood,” said Pechura. “And how many Chauzov will give?” asked the reporter. Stepan got up. He stood. Looked. “No grain!” and sat down again. Then Koryakin said: “To feed your family and the wife of the class enemy with the children, there is grain, but for the collective farm – no?” “That’s why there are no more eaters.” – “So, no grain?” – “Not one…” The meeting ended. And that same night the three of them met to identify the kulaks. No matter how defended Chauzov Pechura and the investigator, and Koryakin insisted: declare a fist and evict with his family. “I sent Gilev to him, to say, that he allegedly wants to meet Udartsev, so he did not even go to the meeting, but he did not tell us anything. Clearly – the enemy. “

… And now Klashka collects junk on the long road, Stepan is saying goodbye to the hut in which he grew up. “If you’re lucky what you’re going to do with it, it’s not your business,” he argues, “you’ll be in the right place-then, grab for life again, for the gloomy land, for some kind of hut…” The lame Nechai came in a sheepskin coat, with a whip: “Gathered, Stepa? I’ll take you and take you.” We are neighbors and friends. ” Pechura ran to say goodbye when the sleigh had already started. “And why is the price such for ours, for peasant truth appointed?” Asked Pechura from Nechai. “And to whom is she for the future?” Nechai did not answer.


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“On the Irtysh” Zalygin in brief