Gentlemen of Tashkent. Pictures of morals.
The whole book is built on the boundary of the analytical, grotesque essay and satirical narrative. So what kind of creature is this – a Tashkenter – and what does she crave? She longs for only one thing: “To eat!”. Whatever it was, at the cost of anything. And Tashkent is turning into a country populated by emerging from Russia, as unnecessary, Tashkent. Tashkent is located where they beat in the teeth and where the right of citizenship has a tradition about Makar, the calves do not drive, that is – everywhere. Tashkent exists both at home and abroad, and true Tashkent is in man’s mores and heart. And although, on the one hand, wherever you spit, everywhere we have the Tashkent people, on the other –
Then the narrator’s face goes on to his personal experience, recalls his upbringing in one of the military schools. The fundamentals of education boil down to the following: in civilization there is no civilization; we must only transmit them, not looking at what we transmit. To fulfill this noble cause, the hero goes to Petersburg, of course, where he gets to see Pierre Nakatnikov, his former classmate, a lazy fellow and a fool who has reached the degrees of the known. Here the main principles of civilizational activity are clarified: the Russian army and the Russian cart; and most importantly – the Tashkenter receives money from the Treasury for state educational needs; gets on the train and… comes to himself either in Tula, or in Ryazan province – without money, without things; nothing remembers, except one: “I drank…”.
Well, now, even their own, Russian provinces would be civilized, if it is not possible to do this with foreign ones. To this end, the general’s cry: “Guys, God is with us!” – In summer Petersburg, tormented by floods (Peter and Paul Fortress, the last stronghold, fell
The selection of eligible persons was based on the national and religious sign: four hundred Russians, two hundred Germans with Russian souls, thirty-three foreigners without a soul and thirty-three Catholic, justified by the fact that they do not go to any church. The sewage work begins: the sheared maidens are frightened on Nevsky Prospekt; at night break into the apartment to the unintentional, who have books, paper and feathers, and they all live in a civil marriage. The fun is suddenly interrupted when the Tashkenter by mistake mistakes State Councilor Peremolov.
The following copies of the Tashkent people are described by the author as belonging to the preparatory class. So, Olga Sergeevna Persiyanova, an interesting widow who has fled to Paris, is growing a son, Nicolas, a pure “doll”, which is brought up by aunts and uncles with the goal of making him a noble person. As mamenka is convinced, having returned home and having found her “doll” at a more or less mature age, the goal was successfully achieved. But the full credo of the young offspring is unfolding in the estate of Perkali, where he comes for the summer holidays and where he converges with his neighbor, a little older than him, Pavel Denisych Mangushev. The young Tashkenter and with her mother are already unfolding their slogans and banners: I do not make revolutions, do not make conspiracies, do not enter secret societies, leave at least my women. Nihilists are people who are the most empty and even scoundrels… nowhere is it so peaceful as in Russia, if only nothing is done, and no one will touch you… In the company of a Tashkent dummy who preaches that they, the landlords, should stay at their post, they are honed, at dinner and libations, for inspecting the stables, and other formulations: our Russians tend to feel more for field work, they are dirty, but behind the plow is charm… But the vacation ends, somehow ends and hated learning, mamma buys crew, furniture, arranges a quart CGS – “things nest”, where and distributed Tashkent Gry facing the unknown enemy: “And now wrestle.” a real nest “, from which the Tashkent gray, addressed to an unknown enemy, is heard:” Now let’s fight. ” a real nest “, from which the Tashkent gray, addressed to an unknown enemy, is heard:” Now let’s fight. “
And on the scene a new type of Tashkent with a label “executioner” flies out. This person is one of the pupils of a closed educational institution for children from poor noble families, and the action takes place in the late 30’s. “Hangman” Hlynov was nicknamed because, having learned that the authorities were going to expel him for unprecedented laziness, he filed a petition for the determination of him in the executioner anywhere at the discretion of the provincial government. And it is true that the measure of cruelty and strength of this unfortunate stupid person is unprecedented. His fellow practitioners tremble and are forced to share with him provisions, while the teachers, using the fact that Khlinov himself trembles all the bosses, are mercilessly tormented over him. The only friend of Khlynov – Golopyatov nicknamed “Agashka”. Together they stoically carry weekly floggings, spend recreation together, then mercilessly mutting each other, then sharing experiences, which of the uncles are as they are; then falling into a mournful numbness, then drinking the syrup somewhere in a dark corner. The relatives remember about Khlinov only before the beginning of the summer holidays, then they take him to the estate, which stands in the middle of the village of Vavilov.
In addition to the father and mother of the “Executioner”, Petr Matveyich and Arina Timofeevna, there are two more of their teenage sons, old grandfather Matvey Nikanorych and brother Sofron Matveich. The family suspects that the grandfather somewhere hides his money, watches him, and can not track down anything. Behind Petr Matveyitch, the glory of a dashing police captain rests, but from his raid-raids into the house he can not bring anything. “Rwy!” – instructs Khlynov, the old man Khlynov-father. “… I know my duties very much!” – answers this Peter Matveyich. “The Executioner” happily left home to study: let the strangers better tyrannize than their own. But now he cherishes one hope – to finish with hateful studies and get a job in the military. For such freethinking and disobedience, the papa is fighting him like a sidra goat. Execution affects all domestic. “Executioner” he pretends that he is depressed too; in fact, it’s like water from a goose. Returning to the educational institution, the “Executioner” learns that the “Agashka” guardian gives to the regiment. Friendship for the sake of “Agashka” decides to help a friend. Together they debauchirat so that after a few weeks they are excluded. Joyful and excited, they cheer each other: “Do not disappear!”
The Tashkenter from the next essay, apparently, in all respects is opposed to the “Executioner” and “Agashka”. Misha Nagornov is the late son of State Councilor Semyon Prokofievich and his wife Anna Mikhailovna, since early childhood and before entering into an independent life, she has always, everywhere, reassured and comforted parents, mentors, teachers, and comrades. The more Misha grew up, the more affectionate and understanding he became. In early childhood, devout, in school is always the first student – and not for some reason, but just for him it was joyful and natural. Judicial reform on time coincided with the last years of Mikhail Nagornov’s studies. Young people have fun by presenting a trial with the jury, the prosecutor, the lawyer, the judges. Nagorny and pulls to go on the lawyer path, monetary, brilliant, artistic, although he understands, that is more solid, and more trustworthy, from the state point of view, prosecutor’s career. In addition, the father categorically demands that the son become a public prosecutor. The ease and accessibility of a career, abundant and satisfying kush – all this masters the heads of those who have not yet graduated from Tashkent. Ruble, looking out of the pocket of a naive simpleton, prevents them from sleeping. Finally the last exam was taken; future lawyers and prosecutors who have learned the lessons of demagogy and unscrupulousness (just to grab their fat piece) are scattered in the heels of Petersburg. Looking out of the pocket of a naive prostitute, prevents them from sleeping. Finally the last exam was taken; future lawyers and prosecutors who have learned the lessons of demagogy and unscrupulousness (just to grab their fat piece) are scattered in the heels of Petersburg. Looking out of the pocket of a naive prostitute, prevents them from sleeping. Finally the last exam was taken; future lawyers and prosecutors who have learned the lessons of demagogy and unscrupulousness (just to grab their fat piece) are scattered in the heels of Petersburg.
The hero of the last biography, Porfish Velentiev, is a Tashkenter of the purest water, the whole logic of his upbringing and education leads him to a perfect ability to coin money from the air – he is the author of a project entitled: “On granting collegiate adviser Porfiry Menandrov Velentiev in partnership with the Wilmannstrand first-time merchant Vasily Vonifatyev Porotoukhov in the duty-free operation of all the treasures belonging to the treasury for twenty years, extermination for twenty years. ” Father Porphyry, Menander, received a brilliant spiritual education, but went not to priests, but as a tutor to the family of Prince Obolduy-Schetin-Ferlacour. Thanks princess pobetsesyal, and later received a very advantageous position of an official taxing the distilleries distilleries. He married a second cousin of the Princess from a seedy Georgian-Ossetian family of princes Krikulidzev. Both before and after the marriage, Nina Iraklievna was engaged in speculation on buying and selling peasants, giving them back to soldiers, selling recruitment receipts, buying for a shower. But the main teachers of Porfishi Velentieva in gaining the skills were imaginary mama’s relatives, Azamat and Azamat Tamerlantseva. They are so screwed into the everyday life of a house, a family, that they can not be swept out with any broom. Their servants are revered for their own, Porfish, they show tricks with the appearance and disappearance of coins, a child’s faint echo of their cartoon joke earnings. Another shock of the young Velentiev is the lessons of political economy, which he receives at his school. All this makes him look with contempt and down on naive, in modern times, efforts of parents. And already Menander Semenovich Velentiev feels in his son, with his naive ways of accumulating wealth, a reformer that the old temple will destroy, the new one will not erect and disappear.