Astafyev's horse. Horse with a pink mane

Retelling plan

1. Gingerbread “horse” is the dream of all village kids.
2. The life of the family of Uncle Levontius and Aunt Vasenya.
3. The children go to pick strawberries.
4. Fight between the Levontiev brothers.
5. The boy and the Levontiev children eat strawberries.
6. Games on the Malaya River.
7. Deception. Theft of rolls.
8. A group of guys goes fishing.
9. Pangs of conscience.
10. Return of Grandma.
11. The boy, not wanting to return home, goes to his cousin Keshka.
12. Aunt Fenya takes the hero home and talks to his grandmother.
13. Night in the pantry.
14. Return of the grandfather. The grandmother forgives her grandson and gives him the treasured gingerbread.

Retelling

The hero of the work is an orphan, he lives with his grandparents. We learn that a horse with a pink mane is an extraordinary gingerbread, the dream of all village children. The hero’s grandmother promises to buy this gingerbread by selling the strawberries that the boy has to pick. This simple task becomes a real test for him, since he has to go with the neighboring children, the children of Uncle Levontius and Aunt Vasenya.

Uncle Levontius's family lives poorly, but brightly. When he receives his salary, not only they, but also all the neighbors are seized by some kind of “restlessness, fever.” Aunt Vasenya quickly pays off debts, and one day everyone is walking recklessly, and after a few days they have to borrow again. Their attitude towards

life is shown through the attitude towards the house, in which “there were only children and nothing else.” Their windows are glazed somehow (they are knocked out quite often by a drunken father), and in the middle of the hut there is a stove that has become “lost.” These details emphasize that Uncle Levontius’s family lives as they have to, without hesitation.

The hero of the story, being close to the Levontiev children, falls under their influence. He witnesses a fight between brothers. The elder is dissatisfied that the younger ones do not so much pick strawberries as eat them. As a result, everything collected is eaten. They bully, saying that the narrator is afraid of his grandmother and is greedy. Wanting to prove the opposite, the boy gives them all the collected berries. This is a turning point in his behavior, since then he does everything as they do, becoming one of the “Levontiev horde.” He is already stealing rolls for them, ruining someone else’s garden, deceiving them: on Sanka’s advice, he fills the roll with grass, and sprinkles strawberries on top of the grass.

Fear of punishment and pangs of conscience do not allow him to sleep. The boy does not tell the truth, and the grandmother leaves to sell berries. The pangs of conscience are becoming more and more strong, nothing pleases the hero anymore: neither the fishing trip he went on with the Levontievskys, nor the new ways to get out of the situation proposed by Sanka. It turns out that peace and tranquility in the soul are the best blessings in the world. The boy, who does not know how to make amends for his guilt, on the advice of his grandfather, asks his grandmother for forgiveness. And suddenly the very same gingerbread appears in front of him, which he had never hoped to receive: “How many years have passed since then! How many events have passed! And I still can’t forget my grandmother’s gingerbread - that marvelous horse with a pink mane.”

The boy receives a gift because his grandmother wishes him well, loves him, wants to support him, seeing his mental suffering. You cannot teach a person to be kind without giving him your kindness.

Year: 1963 Genre: story

Main characters: Grandmother and her grandson Vitya

“A Horse with a Pink Mane” is Astafiev’s story about how a boy deceived his grandmother, and what he suffered for it. The events take place in a taiga village on the banks of the Yenisei in the 1960s. The story is told in the first person: an adult man who recalls a story of deception from his childhood. Only by apologizing to his grandmother, on the advice of his grandfather, did the boy receive the treasured horse.

The main theme of the story is growing up, the formation of a person’s personality. The author shows how an insignificant episode in life can completely change one's worldview.

Conclusion. Victor Astafiev’s story “The Horse with a Pink Mane” conveys unusual examples of how a person’s character develops, how a child’s personality is formed. The boy admits his guilt, and his punishment is an unpleasant feeling of shame and humiliation, which he wants to quickly get rid of and never experience again. The story teaches mercy and kindness, love and repentance.

Read the summary of A horse with a pink mane Astafieva

3The author of the story “The Horse with a Pink Mane” in the role of an orphaned boy lives with his grandmother. Neighbors live next to them - the Levontia family. This is an ordinary family of bunglers, whose members are alien to peace and quiet. Looking at the example of the fence, it is immediately clear that they do not take the matter seriously.

The head of the family, Levontii, is a former sailor and a drinker. When he received money, his wife ran around the village and distributed debts. The boy loved to visit them, because he immediately became the object of everyone’s attention from onlookers. But my grandmother told me not to go to my neighbors and not to eat them.

One day the children decided to go into the forest to pick berries. The author's grandmother promised to buy a gingerbread in the shape of a horse for a basket of berries. The horse is the personification of a man of labor, and the entire plot of the story is tied around him. He himself was white, and his mane, hooves, eyes and tail were pink. With such a gingerbread, the boy became the center of attention of everyone around him: you can ask the guys anything for the right to bite off a piece of this horse.

When the boy picked berries, the local mischief maker Sanka took it “weakly,” and all the berries had to be distributed to the boys. Then they frolicked and played mischief until the evening. They caught a fish on the river and tore it to pieces. They hit a swallow with a stone so that it died. They ran into a cave in which evil spirits lived. Only in the evening did the boy remember the empty box that his grandmother gave him for berries.

Sanka suggested filling the box with grass and sprinkling strawberries on top. The author liked the idea and did just that. The grandmother did not notice anything, she was even happy, saying that she would sell it like that. Rejoicing, the boy told Sanka about this. The cunning boy demanded a kalach for his silence. The author carried the rolls until Sanka was full.

Before going to bed, the boy thought about deception and theft. He decided not to sleep at all, but to wait for his grandmother to wake up and tell her everything. But sleep took its toll. When the author woke up, the grandmother was no longer there.

He spent the whole day on the river with Sanka. They caught fish, fried it, but the thought of deception could not leave their heads. The boy constantly thought about how his grandmother would punish him. Sometimes the thoughts were simply monstrous: maybe the boat on which the grandmother sailed would capsize and she would drown. But, remembering his drowned mother, the boy drove away such thoughts. Sanka suggested portraying himself as lost in order to evoke grief and tears from his grandmother. But the author firmly decided not to listen to his comrade anymore.

In the evening the grandmother returned. The author ran away from her and played until dark. I didn’t want to return home; I thought I’d spend the night with friends. But Aunt Fenya took the boy away by the hand. He lay down in the closet. Aunt Fenya was talking about something with her grandmother. Then she left and it became quiet. The author guessed that his deception was exposed.

The boy lay and remembered the day his mother drowned. Grandmother did not leave the shore, she called her, hoping for some kind of mercy from the river. Only on the sixth day she was taken home. And there she lay on the floor and moaned loudly. Later, the boy learned that the boat on which his mother was sailing was filled with grandmothers and their goods. Under such weight she turned over. The mother hit her head on the pier and got caught in her scythe. They couldn’t find her for a long time until her hair was torn off.

In the morning the boy saw his grandmother, who was telling his grandfather, who returned at night, about his trip. The box of strawberries that the orphan was picking was immediately bought by some lady. A neighbor came, and the grandmother began to tell her the same story with deception, wailing and lamenting that the little liar would grow up. She told many people that morning about her grandson’s misdeed.

The boy still lay in the closet, immersed in his thoughts about deception. He wanted to collapse from shame, and even die. Grandfather came in. He stroked his grandson, and he burst into tears. Grandfather advised me to sincerely ask for forgiveness.

The boy entered the hut, but because of his tears he could not say anything to his grandmother, except for some incoherent words that vaguely resembled an apology. The woman sent her grandson to wash and sat him down at the table for breakfast. Grandfather was there for support. The boy realized that he needed to stop cheating and also have his own opinion. By sometimes listening to others, sometimes doing wrong, you can adult life end up in prison.

Sobbing, the boy sat at the table with his head bowed. And when he looked up, he saw a gingerbread cookie in front of him - a white horse with a pink mane. The boy closed his eyes and opened them again, not believing that this was all real.

Picture or drawing of a horse with a pink mane

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My grandmother sent me to the ridge to buy strawberries along with the neighbor kids. She promised: if I get a full tuesk, she will sell my berries along with hers and buy me a “horse gingerbread”. A gingerbread in the shape of a horse with a mane, tail and hooves covered in pink icing ensured the honor and respect of the boys of the entire village and was their cherished dream.

I went to Uval together with the children of our neighbor Levontius, who worked in logging. About once every fifteen days, “Levonty received money, and then in the neighboring house, where there were only children and nothing else, a feast began,” and Levonty’s wife ran around the village and paid off debts. On such days, I made my way to my neighbors by all means. Grandma wouldn't let me in. “There’s no point in eating these proletarians,” she said. At Levontius’s place I was willingly received and pitied as an orphan. The money the neighbor earned ran out quickly, and Vasyon’s aunt again ran around the village, borrowing money.

The Levontiev family lived poorly. There was no housekeeping around their hut; they even washed with their neighbors. Every spring they surrounded the house with a miserable tine, and every autumn it was used for kindling. To his grandmother’s reproaches, Levontii, a former sailor, replied that he “loves the settlement.”

With the Levontiev “eagles” I went to the ridge to earn money for a horse with a pink mane. I had already picked several glasses of strawberries when the Levontiev guys started a fight - the eldest noticed that the others were picking berries not in dishes, but in their mouths. As a result, all the prey was scattered and eaten, and the guys decided to go down to the Fokinskaya River. It was then that they noticed that I still had strawberries. Levontiev’s Sanka “weakly” encouraged me to eat it, after which I, along with the others, went to the river.

I only remembered that my dishes were empty in the evening. It was shameful and scary to return home with an empty suit, “my grandmother, Katerina Petrovna, is not Vasyon’s aunt, you can’t get rid of her with lies, tears and various excuses.” Sanka taught me: push herbs into the bowl and scatter a handful of berries on top. This is the “deception” I brought home.

My grandmother praised me for a long time, but didn’t bother pouring the berries in - she decided to take them straight to the city to sell. On the street, I told Sanka everything, and he demanded kalach from me - as payment for silence. I didn’t get away with just one roll, I carried it around until Sanka was full. I didn’t sleep at night, I was tormented - I deceived my grandmother and stole the rolls. Finally, I decided to get up in the morning and confess everything.

When I woke up, I discovered that I had overslept - my grandmother had already left for the city. I regretted that my grandfather’s farm was so far from the village. Grandfather’s place is good, it’s quiet, and he wouldn’t hurt me. Having nothing better to do, I went fishing with Sanka. After a while I saw a large boat coming out from behind the cape. My grandmother was sitting in it and shaking her fist at me.

I returned home only in the evening and immediately ducked into the closet, where a temporary “bed of rugs and an old saddle” was “set up.” Curled up in a ball, I felt sorry for myself and remembered my mother. Like her grandmother, she went to the city to sell berries. One day the overloaded boat capsized and my mother drowned. “She was pulled under the rafting boom,” where she got caught in the scythe. I remembered how my grandmother suffered until the river let my mother go.

When I woke up in the morning, I discovered that my grandfather had returned from the farm. He came to me and told me to ask my grandmother for forgiveness. Having shamed and denounced me enough, my grandmother sat me down to breakfast, and after that she told everyone “what the little one did to her.”

But my grandmother still brought me a horse. Many years have passed since then, “my grandfather is no longer alive, my grandmother is no longer alive, and my life is coming to an end, but I still cannot forget my grandmother’s gingerbread - that marvelous horse with a pink mane.”

Events take place in a village on the banks of the Yenisei.

The grandmother promised her grandson that if he picked a bunch of strawberries in the forest, she would sell them in the city and buy him a gingerbread - a white horse with a pink mane and tail.

“You can put a gingerbread under your shirt, run around and hear the horse kicking its hooves on its bare belly. Cold with horror - lost, - grab your shirt and be convinced with happiness - here he is, here is the horse-fire!

The owner of such a gingerbread is honored and respected by children. The boy tells (the narration is in the first person) about the “Levontievsky” children - the children of a neighbor-logger.

When the father brings money for the forest, there is a feast in the house. Levontia’s wife, Aunt Vasenya, is “enthusiastic” - when she pays off debts, she will always hand over a ruble, or even two. Doesn't like counting money.

Grandmother does not respect them: they are undignified people. They don’t even have a bathhouse—they wash in their neighbors’ bathhouse.

Levontius was once a sailor. I rocked the shaky boat with my youngest and sang a song:

Sailed along the Akiyan

Sailor from Africa

Little licker

He brought it in a box...

In the village, every family has “its own” signature song, which deeper and more fully expressed the feelings of this particular family and no other. “To this day, whenever I remember the song “The Monk Fell in Love with a Beauty,” I still see Bobrovsky Lane and all the Bobrovskys, and goosebumps spread across my skin from shock.”

The boy loves his neighbor, loves his song about the “monkey” and cry with everyone over her unfortunate fate, loves to feast among the children. Grandma gets angry: “There’s no point in eating these proletarians!”

However, Levontius loved to drink, and after drinking, “he would break the remaining glass in the windows, curse, thunder, and cry.

The next morning he used shards of glass on the windows, repaired the benches, the table and was full of remorse.”

With the children of Uncle Levontius, the hero went to pick strawberries. The boys were playing around, throwing disheveled birch bark tueskas at each other.

The older (on this trip) brother began to scold the younger ones, a girl and a boy, for eating berries and not picking them for the house. The brothers fought, the berries spilled out of the copper kettle where the eldest had collected them.

They crushed all the berries in the fight.

Then the eldest began to eat berries. “Scratched, with bumps on his head from fights and various other reasons, with pimples on his arms and legs, with red, bloody eyes, Sanka was more harmful and angrier than all the Levontiev boys.”

And then they knocked down the main character too, they took him “weakly”. Trying to prove that he was not greedy or a coward, the boy poured his almost full meal onto the grass: “Eat!”

“I only got a few tiny, bent berries with greenery. It's a pity for the berries. Sad.

There is longing in the heart - it anticipates a meeting with grandmother, a report and a reckoning. But I assumed despair, gave up on everything - now it doesn’t matter. I rushed along with the Levontiev children down the mountain, to the river, and boasted:

“I’ll steal grandma’s kalach!”

The boys’ hooliganism is cruel: they caught and tore apart a fish “for its ugly appearance”, and killed a swallow with a stone.

Sanka runs into a dark cave and assures that he saw evil spirits there - a “cave brownie.”

The Levontievsky guys mock the boy: “Oh, your grandmother will give you a hard time!” They taught him to fill the container with grass and place a layer of berries on top.

- You are my child! - my grandmother began to cry when I, frozen with fear, handed her the vessel. - God help you, God help you! I’ll buy you a gingerbread, the biggest one. And I won’t pour your berries into mine, I’ll take them right away in this little bag...

Sanka threatens to tell everything to his grandmother and the hero has to steal several rolls from his only teacher (he is an orphan) so that Sanka can “get drunk.”

The boy decides to tell his grandmother everything in the morning. But early in the morning she sailed to the city to sell berries.

The hero goes fishing with Sanka and the younger children; they catch fish and fry it over a fire. Eternally hungry children eat the poor catch almost raw.

The boy again thinks about his offense: “Why did you listen to the Levontievskys? It was so good to live... Maybe the boat will capsize and grandma will drown? No, it’s better not to tip over. Mom drowned. I'm an orphan now. Unhappy man. And there is no one to feel sorry for me.

Levontius only feels sorry for him when he’s drunk, and even his grandfather - and that’s all, the grandmother just screams, no, no, yes, she’ll give in - she won’t last long. The main thing is that there is no grandfather. Grandfather is in charge. He wouldn’t let me offend.”

Then the fish start biting again - and they bite well. At the height of the bite, a boat is heading to the fishing spot, where, among others, a grandmother is sitting. The boy takes to his heels and goes to “his cousin Kesha, Uncle Vanya’s son, who lived here, on the upper edge of the village.”

Aunt Fenya fed the boy, asked him about everything, took him by the hand and took him home.

She began to talk with her grandmother, and the boy hid in the closet.

Auntie left. “The floorboards didn’t creak in the hut, and grandma didn’t walk. Tired. Not a short way to the city! Eighteen miles, and with a knapsack. It seemed to me that if I felt sorry for my grandmother and thought well of her, she would guess about it and forgive me everything. He will come and forgive. Well, it just clicks once, so what a problem! For such a thing, you can do it more than once...”

The boy remembers how deeply grief-stricken his grandmother was when his mother drowned. For six days they could not take the sobbing old woman away from the shore. She kept hoping that the river would have mercy and return her daughter alive.

In the morning, the boy who had fallen asleep in the pantry heard his grandmother telling someone in the kitchen:

-...Cultural lady, in a hat. “I’ll buy all these berries.”

Please, I beg your mercy. The berries, I say, were picked by a poor orphan...

It turns out that grandfather came from the farm. Grandma scolds him for being too lenient: “Potachik!”

A lot of people come in and the grandmother tells everyone what her grandson “did.” This does not in the least prevent her from doing household chores: she rushed back and forth, milked the cow, drove her out to the shepherd, shook out the rugs, and did her various chores.

The grandfather consoles the boy and advises him to go and confess. The boy goes to ask for forgiveness.

“And my grandmother put me to shame! And she denounced it! Only now, having fully understood into what a bottomless abyss cheating had plunged me and what “crooked path” it would lead me to, if I had taken up the ball game so early, if I was drawn to robbery after the dashing people, I began to roar, not just repenting, but frightened that he was lost, that there was no forgiveness, no return...”

The boy is ashamed and scared. And suddenly...

His grandmother called him and he saw: “a white horse with a pink mane was galloping along the scraped kitchen table, as if across a huge land, with arable lands, meadows and roads, on pink hooves.

- Take it, take it, what are you looking at? Look, when you fool your grandmother...

How many years have passed since then! How many events have passed? My grandfather is no longer alive, my grandmother is no longer alive, and my life is coming to an end, but I still can’t forget my grandmother’s gingerbread - that marvelous horse with a pink mane.”