The story “Dark alleys,” written in 1938 in pre-war France, brings us back to Russia at the beginning of the twentieth century, at a time about which Bunin had only sad memories. But at the same time the writer tells a story that could happen at any time and in any country. After all, people continue to fall in love and walk away from their beloved, referring to the fact that life has developed like this.
The hero of the story, while still a young landlord, seduced the beautiful peasant girl Hope, and then abandoned her, considering this novel an ordinary adventure. Years have passed. Nikolai Alekseevich served, married, raised his son. And now, years later, he was passing through the places where his youth had passed. In the hostess of a visiting cottage, the hero suddenly
It turns out that Nadezhda carried her love to Nikolai Alekseevich throughout his life. She did not marry, because she could not forget her Nicholas. And so far she has not forgiven him a long-standing betrayal: “As I had nothing more precious than you in the world at that time, it never happened again.” Therefore, I can not be forgiven you. ” After all, there was not only the mutual attraction of young hot bodies, there was also a spiritual attraction – and poems about “dark alleys,” and rapture, and tenderness. It turns out that Nikolai Alexeyevich also remembers this. In his defense, he admits that he has never been happy since then: “I’m sorry that I may hurt your feelings, but I’ll be frank – I loved my memory without a memory.” And she changed me, leaving me even more insulting than I love you. He adored his son, – while he was growing up, what hopes he had not put in him! “A scoundrel,
The story is permeated with regret about the lost happiness. It turns
Even now, in this loneliness, this situation seems impossible, unacceptable. And Nikolai Alekseevich is already ashamed of his impulse: “With shame he remembered his last words and that he kissed her hand, and at once was ashamed of his shame.” The hero is not able to sacrifice for the sake of his beloved woman neither in the position in society, nor in career. Therefore, love is gone, leaving for life not only the memory of the present happiness, but the bitterness of guilt and regret for loss.