Uyezd small Anfim Baryb is called an “iron”. He has heavy iron jaws, a broad quadrangular mouth and a narrow forehead. Yes, and the entire Baryba of hard straight and corners. And out of all this comes some terrible harmony. The guys-riders are afraid of Baryba: the beast, he will kill him with a heavy hand. And at the same time, he gnaws at them for fun, pebbles, for a roll.
The father-shoemaker warns: he will drive from the yard, if his son does not survive in the school final exams. Anfim falls through at the first – according to the Law of God and, fearing his father, he does not return home.
He settles in the courtyard of the abandoned house of merchants of the Balkashins. In the gardens of Streletskaya settlement and in
He wants to punish Chebotariha Baryba, but, looking at his animal-strong body, leads to his bedroom, supposedly to make him repent of sin. However, sprawled like a dough Chebotarich himself decides to sin – for the orphan.
Now in the Chebotarihi house, Baryba lives in peace, on everything ready, and wanders about in sweet idleness. Chebotarich in him day by day more and more souls do not chaet. Here Baryba already at the Chebotarev court of the schedule suggests: he commands the peasants, fined the guilty.
In the Churilov tavern Anfim meets Timosha the tailor, small, sharp-eyed, like a sparrow, with a smile like a warm lamp. And Timos becomes his friend.
One day sees Baryba in the kitchen as a young servant Polka, a stupid barefoot, watering a tree with orange soup. The dairy has been growing it for six months, keeping it healthy. Anfim grabs the sapling from the root – yes by the window. Polka roars, and Baryba pushes her foot into the cellar. Something in his head turns a millstone. He – behind her, gently leans on Polka, she immediately falls. He obeys obediently, only
Baryba sits in a tavern at tea with Timosha. That turns his favorite – about God: He is not, but all must live in God’s way. He also tells how, with a consumption sick person, he eats with his children from one bowl to find out whether this illness will stick to them, whether God will raise his hand to the children of the unintentional.
In Ilin Day, Chebotarich Barybe arranges an interrogation – about Polka. Anfim is silent. Then Chebotariha sprinkles saliva, stomping with his feet: “There, out of the house! Baryba goes first to Timosha, then to the monastery to the monk Yevsei, an acquaintance of Anfim since childhood.
The priests Evsei and Innokenty, as well as Savka the novice, treat the guest with wine. Then Evsei, borrowing money from Anfim, goes with him and Savka to go on, to Sagittarius.
The next day, Evsei and Baryba go to the church of Elijah, where Evsei’s money is kept, and the monk returns to Anfim’s debt. Since then, Baryba turns around near the church and one night after the festive service – go to the altar for Evsei’s money: why are they a monk?
Now Baryba is renting a room in the Streletskaya Sloboda with Apsi-saldatka. Anfim reads popular books. Walking in the field, they mow. That would be so and Barybe! No, he’s not going to go to the peasants. And he submits a petition to the treasury: maybe they’ll take a scribe.
Evsei learns of the loss of money and understands that they were stolen by Baryba. Decide the monks to give Anfimka a thief tea in the water they have conspiratorially – maybe he confesses. Baryba sips from the glass, and I want to say: “I stole,” but he is silent and only smiles like an animal. And the deacon, exiled to this monastery, jumps to Barybe: “No, brother, you can not get any rupture-grass.” Strong, cast. ”
Nyemozhets Barybe. On the third day, it only eased. Thanks to Aprox, Anfima came out and became his sushi girl ever since.
Autumn in this year is somehow awkward: the snow falls and melts, and Barybin-Evseev’s money melts with him. A refusal comes from the treasury. Here Timosha introduces Anfim to the lawyer Semen Semenovich, nicknamed Morgunov. He leads the merchants all their deeds dark and never talks about God. Baryba begins to go to him in witnesses: he stipulates whom Morgunov orders.
Everything is blazing in the country, they are beating the alarm, and the minister has been killed. Timosha and Baryba with friends before Easter Eve are sitting in a tavern. The tailor all coughs. They go out into the street, and Timosha returns: the scarf in the tavern has been dropped. At the top of the noise, shots, rolled out by the head of Timosha, after someone with an arrow and – into the alley. And the other, his accomplice – a blackish little boy, lies on the ground, and the owner of the inn, old Churilov kicks him in the side: “They carried away!” Only one escaped, with a hundred rubles he ran away! ” Suddenly, the evil Timosha jumps: “Why are you, nehrist, kill a boy for a hundred rubles you want?” According to Timosha, Churilova will not lose a hundred, but they may not have eaten for two days. “If we had reached our sleepy lake, it would have been useful!” – says Timosha’s friends about the revolutionary events.
They came from the province, the military court. During the interrogation, Churilov complained of Timoshka-dersets. Baryba suddenly tells the prosecutor: “There was no handkerchief.” Timosha said: there is a case at the top. ”
Timosha is arrested. Ispravnik Ivan Arefich and Morgunov decide to bribe Baryba to be shown at trial against a friend. Six quarters and a snoot of a sergeant-not a little after all!
The night before the court, Nudity inside Baryba some kind of Murash boring. It would be wonderful to refuse, buddy, after all. But life is all in Timosha half a hill. They take exams, pop. Again, Anfim will fail, the second time. And he was brain-dead, Timosha. “Was it?” Why “was”? ..
Baryba confidently speaks at the trial. And in the morning on a merry market day, they execute Timosha and a black-skinned boy. Someone’s voice says: “Hangman, devils!” And another: “Timoshka God forgot.. It ended in the village of ancient living, stir up, yes.”
White brand new tunic, epaulettes. Baryba, joyful and proud, goes to his father: let him now look. Buried old father: “What do you want?” “Heard? Three days as they were.” “I’ve heard about you, of course, about the monk Yevsei, and about the tailor, too.” And suddenly the old man shivered, splashed saliva: “He’s out of the house, wretch!
Oshumely, Baryba goes to the Churilov tavern. Shoppers are having fun there. Baryba moves to the shop assistants already, having a great load: “We now have to laugh with-not strictly permissible…” A huge, quadrangular, pressing, as if not a man, swayed, but an old resurrected burial woman, an absurd Russian stone woman.