Summary Song about the falcon Maxim Gorky
Maxim Gorky
The song about the falcon The
sea - a huge, lazy sigh by the shore – fell asleep and motionless in the distance, bathed in blue radiance. It merged with the sky, reflecting its clouds. Ugly curved mountains border the sea, hide the moon.
Nadir-Ragim-ogly, an old Crimean shepherd, sighs heavily, lying on the sea edge. He talks about human being.
Imperceptibly floats the moon and “now pensively pours its light on the sea.” The traveler asks Rahim to tell a tale, he agrees: “Do you want me to tell you a song?” – and a sad recitative, trying to preserve the original melody of the song, he tells.
“He climbed high into the mountains and lay down in a dank canyon, curled up in a knot and looking out into the sea.” The sun was shining in the sky, and the mountains breathed into the sky with heat, and the waves pounded against the stone… And along the gorge, in the darkness and the stream
Suddenly, in the gorge where Coal was curled up, the Falcon fell from the sky with a broken chest, in blood on feathers… With a short cry he fell to the ground and beat his chest in impotent rage against a hard stone… He was frightened, crawled crookedly, but soon realized that Two or three minutes of the bird… He crawled closer to the broken bird and he hissed directly into her eyes:
“What, are you dying?”
– Yes, I’m dying! answered Sokol, sighing deeply. “I have lived well! .. I know happiness! .. I bravely fought! .. I saw the sky… You will not see it so close! .. Oh, poor fellow!
-Well, what about the sky? – an empty space… How can I crawl there? I’m fine here… It’s warm and damp!
So I already answered a free bird and grinned at heart over it for these nonsense. And so he thought: “Fly or crawl, the end is known: everyone will fall to the ground, everything
But the Falcon suddenly started up, rose a little and led his eyes in the gorge. Through the gray stone the water oozed, and it was stuffy in the gorge dark and smelled of rot. And Sokol shouted with anguish and pain, gathering all his strength:
“Oh, if only I could rise to the sky at least once! .. I would press the enemy… to the wounds of my chest and… I would have choked with my blood! .. Oh, happiness battle! ..
And he thought: “It must be nice to live in the sky, if he moans so!” And he offered to the free bird: “And you go to the edge of the gorge and fall down, maybe your wings will raise you and you will live you are still a little in your element. ”
And Sokol faltered and, shouting proudly, went to the cliff, sliding his claws over the slime of the stone. And he approached, spread his wings, sighed with all his breast, flashed his eyes and – down rolled down. And, like a stone, sliding on the rocks, he quickly fell, breaking his wings, losing feathers…
A wave of the stream grabbed him and, having washed his blood, put it in foam, disappeared into the sea. A wave of the sea with a sad roar on the stone fought… And the corpse of the bird could not be seen in the sea space…
In the gorge lying, For a long time thinking about the death of the bird, the passion for heaven. And then he looked in that distance,
– And what did he see, the deceased Falcon, in this desert without a bottom and edge? Why such, like him, dead, confuse the soul with his love of flying into the sky? What is clear to them there? And I, after all, could learn all this by flying up to the sky for a little while.
He said and did it. In the ring curled, he spun into the air and a narrow ribbon flashed in the sun. Born to crawl – can not fly! .. Forgetting about this, he fell on the rocks, but did not get killed, but laughed…
“So that’s the beauty of flying into the sky!” She’s in the fall! .. Funny birds! The Earth, not knowing, yearning for it, they seek high in the sky and seek life in a desolate hot. It’s just empty. There is a lot of light, but there is no food there and there is no support for the living body. Why do pride? Why rebukes? Then, to cover up the folly of their desires and hide behind them their worthlessness for the cause of life? Funny birds! .. But they will not deceive me anymore! I know everything myself! I saw the sky… I flew into it, measured it, I knew the fall, but I did not break it, but only I believe in it more firmly. Let those who can not love the earth, live by deceit. I know the truth. And I do not believe their calls. Land of creation – I live by the earth.
And he curled up on a rock, proud of himself.
The sea shone brightly, all in a bright light, and the waves on the shore were threateningly furious. In their lion’s roar the song of a proud bird was thundering, the rocks were shaking from their blows, the sky was trembling with a formidable song: “We are glory to the madness of the brave! The madness of the brave is the wisdom of life!” The bold Falcon! In battle with the enemies, you were bleeding… But there will be time – and drops of your blood hot as sparks will flash in the darkness of life and many brave hearts will ignite a craving for freedom, light! May you die! .. But in a song of brave and strong spirit, you will always be a living example, freedom, to light! We sing the madness of the brave! .. ”
… The opal distance of the sea is silent, n The waves splash into the sand, and I keep silent, looking out into the distance of the sea. On the water, more silver spots from the moon’s rays… Our pot quietly boils.
One of the waves plays playfully on the shore and, defiantly rustling, crawls to Raghim’s head.
– Where are you going? .. Pshla! – Waving at her with his hand, and she obediently rolls back into the sea.
I’m not at all ridiculous and not afraid of the rage of Raghim, the inspiring wave. Everything around looks strangely alive, gently, affectionately. The sea is so impressive calmly, and it feels that in its fresh breath it’s on the mountains, still not cooled from the heat of the day, many powerful, restrained forces are hidden. In the dark blue sky, the golden pattern of the stars is written with something solemn, enchanting soul, embarrassing the mind with the sweet expectation of some revelation.
Everything is dozing, but is dozing sleepily, and it seems that in the next second everything will start and sound in the harmonious harmony of inexplicably sweet sounds. These sounds will tell about the secrets of the world, explain them to the mind, and then extinguish it, like a ghostly light, and carry the soul with them high into the dark blue abyss, from where the quivering patterns of stars will meet it, too, with the wonderful music of revelation…
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