Summary “The Mean Knight” by Pushkin
Albert at all costs wants to get to the knight tournament. Having examined the helmet, he sees that he is pierced, spoiled, impossible to wear. Alter is angry with Count Delorme, who has spoiled his helmet. Ivan calms the Master, worthy of his revenge on the offender – the Count barely rose through the sutki. Albert is grieving: “. His bib is intact Venetian. And his chest is not worth a penny. Why did not I take off his helmet right there! And I would take it off, when I was not ashamed I would give the duke. The damned count! “Alber would have been easier to lose his head than a helmet, he has no money for a new one, no decent dress.” He complains about poverty, degrading his dignity. “The reason for his fury and courage in the duel was stinginess. there is no opportunity to buy a new one, and the usurer does not lend any more. “Albert himself talks with the Jew Solomon, which instead of a loan came to receive an old debt. Solomon needs a mortgage,
SCENE TWO Basement. The Baron.
As a young rake waiting for a date With some debauchery crafty Il fool, they cheated, so I waited all day long, when I go down to my basement secret, to the faithful chests. Happy day! I can today I’m in the sixth chest (in the chest is still incomplete) A handful of gold accumulated pour. So I, on a handful of poor bringing. My hill has lifted up – and from the height of it I can look at everything that is subject to me. What is beyond me? As a certain demon Otsele control the world, I can; Only I want – the palaces will be built; In magnificent my gardens Nymphs will run fast with a crowd; And the Muses will pay tribute to me, And free genius will enslave me, And virtue and sleepless work Will be waiting for my reward humbly. Everything is obedient to me, I am nothing; I am above all desires; I am calm; I know my power: it’s enough of this Consciousness from me. (Looks at his gold) It seems not much, And how many human concerns, Deceptions, tears, prayers and curses. It is a heavy-duty representative! There is an ancient antique foxtail. here he is. Today the Widow gave it to me, but before With three children half a day before the window She was kneeling on her knee. It was raining, and stopped, and went again, the Pretender did not move; I could drive it away, but something whispered to me, What a husband’s duty she brought to me And will not want to be in prison tomorrow. And this one? This brought me Thibaut – Where was it to take him, a sloth, a rogue? Stole, of course; or maybe there’s on a big road, at night, in a grove. Yes! If all the tears, blood and sweat, Spilled for everything that is stored here, From the bowels of the earth all came suddenly, That would be a flood again – I was drowned in my basements of the faithful. But it’s time. (He wants to unlock the chest.) Every time I want to open my trunk, I fall into a fever and awe. I feel, that they should feel, They are stabbing a knife: nice And scary together. Varon wants to make a “feast.” He lights candles and unlocks all the chests. I reign, what a magical brilliance! Obedience to me, my power is strong, In it happiness, it’s my honor and glory! I reign, but who follows Me The power I’ll die, he, he will come down under these peaceful, dumb arches With a crowd of caressers, court greedy, stealing the keys from my corpse, He will unlock the chests with a laugh. my treasures will flow into satin diar pockets, he will break the sacred vessels, He will pour out the filth of the king’s oil with oil, He will squander it, and by what right? Is it really all for nothing to me, or jokingly, as a player who thrashes with bones and piles of piles? Who knows how many bitter abstinence, Curbed passions, heavy thoughts, Daytime worries, sleepless nights All cost me? Ile the son will say, That my heart was covered with moss, That I did not know desires, that me And my conscience never gnawed, conscience, clawed beast, scraping heart, conscience. But my heart is pressed by an unknown feeling. We are assured by physicians: flattery people, In murder finding pleasure. When I put the key into the lock, the same No, suffer first your wealth, And there we’ll see if the unhappy One will squander that he has acquired blood. Oh, if I could hide the basement from the eyes of the unworthy! oh, if from the grave I could come, watchdog shadow Sitting on a trunk and from living My treasure to keep, as it is today. A clawed beast, a scraping heart, a conscience. But my heart is pressed by an unknown feeling. We are assured by physicians: flattery people, In murder finding pleasure. When I put the key into the lock, the same No, suffer first your wealth, And there we’ll see if the unhappy One will waste what he has acquired with blood. Oh, if I could hide the basement from the eyes of the unworthy! oh, if from the grave I could come, watchdog shadow Sitting on a trunk and from living My treasure to keep, as it is today. A clawed beast, a scraping heart, a conscience. But my heart is pressed by an unknown feeling. We are assured by physicians: flattery people, In murder finding pleasure. When I put the key into the lock, the same No, suffer first your wealth, And there we’ll see if the unhappy One will waste what he has acquired with blood. Oh, if I could hide the basement from the eyes of the unworthy! oh, if from the grave I could come, watchdog shadow Sitting on a trunk and from living My treasure to keep, as it is today.
STAGE THREE In the palace. Albert. The Duke of Albert asks the Duke for protection, he promises to influence the Baron. When they talk with the duke, the baron slanders his son, who allegedly wanted to poison him. Albert does not maintain his father’s discord and causes him to duel, the baron accepts the challenge. The Duke tries to separate them. The old man falls and dies, remembering only the keys from the chests. The Duke is amazed: “A terrible century, terrible hearts!”
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