Mitka from the story of a serf boy. The protagonist of the book

The Story of the Fortress Boy

"How much is the boy?" “What a ridiculous question! you say. Are the boys for sale? Is it possible to trade in people!

But it was.

It was during the days of serfdom, when landowners could sell and buy people like things.

This story tells about how people lived in Russia almost two hundred years ago.

Let's mentally transport ourselves to those times.

Mitya Myshkin - the main character of the story - a boy who was sold. His fate is amazing and unusual.

Together with him you will visit the lady Mavra Ermolaevna, you will get to Count Gushchin, you will meet the girl Dasha, you will go to war ... However, let's not get ahead of ourselves. After all, you will learn about everything by reading the story.

Chapter first
Lady Mavra Ermolaevna

native village

The village was called Zakopanka. It was right above the river. On one side were the fields. They went as far as the eye could see. On the other hand, there was a park and the estate of the Vorotynskys. And beyond the river, behind the steep bank, there was a forest. Dark, dark... It was terrible in the forest, but Mitka was running. He was not afraid, although his last name was Myshkin.

Mitka lived in Zakopanka for ten years, and nothing happened to him. And suddenly…

Just like now, Mitka remembers that morning. The courtyard girl Malanya ran into the hut and shouted:

- Aksinya, Aksinya, mistress Kuzma are calling!

The father got up and left. And when he returned, it’s scary to look: haggard, turned gray. Kuzma called Aksinya out the door and began whispering about something. Mitka put his ear to the door. Only what the father was talking about, he could not make out. And only by the way the mother began to cry, how she began to cry in different ways, I realized that something bad had happened.

- Tyat, tyat! Mitka pestered his father. - Tell me, what is it, huh?

Only the father became somehow unkind, he kept shrugging it off and did not say anything.

And soon Mitka's buddies came running and called to the street.

- Mityai, but you are being sold! the guys shouted. "They're selling Grishka, and they're selling Manka, and they're selling Savva the one-eyed!"

At first Mitka could not understand, but then he understood. I remembered: a year ago, they also sold it. Everyone was crying. Only then they were selling someone else, not Mitka, but now, it turns out, they will sell him. How, he didn't know. And why sell? Mitya is fine here too.

Sold

Noisy, festive on a Sunday at a fair in the large village of Chudovo. Buffoons jump, harmonica plays, tipsy men sing songs. And everything is reasonable at the fair. Rows go along the market square. In one row, geese and various birds are traded, in another there are wagons with flour and grain, in the third they sell garden trifles. And then there are the cattle ranks. There are cows, goats, sheep ... And next to the cattle and another row.

People are being sold here.

Men and women lined up in a row, and in front of them walk the bar and the managers - those who bargain.

Gentlemen approach the peasants, measure them from head to toe with their eyes, force them to open their mouths - they look at their teeth, examine their palms. Then they trade.

Zakopane peasants were also brought to the market in Chudovo.

They huddled together, standing like sheep. Mitka looks around: both fearfully and curiously.

Next to Mitka on one side - mother and father, on the other - Krivoy Savva ...

“You just roar,” Savva Mitka instructs. - Bare, they don't like tears! Maybe they won't buy it.

However, there is no need for Mitka to cry. The headman Stepan Gryzha sells Zakopane peasants. Hernia screams, praises the goods. Yes, but no one approaches the Zakopane peasants.

“There are no buyers today,” Savva said. - A man by the fall is not in price.

Mitka calmed down, grew bolder, began to pick his nose: he was waiting to be taken back to Zakopanka.

Yes, only at the very end of the bazaar an old lady appeared in the human row. And behind the mistress, as if on a leash, was a peasant. An uncombed beard, a sleepy face, a whip in the hands. The lady walked along the row of people once or twice, glanced at Mitka, and stopped. The hernia immediately revived.

- Good woman! he spoke, pointing to Mitka's mother. And the man is with her. Baba is quiet, hardworking.

And the lady only looks at Mitka and says nothing.

“Good woman…” Hernia begins again.

- But, but! shouted the lady. - Don't talk to me. We are interested in the boy.

The headman hesitated, fell silent: it’s somehow inconvenient to sell a kid alone.

And the lady again:

- Have you swallowed your tongue? How old is the boy, I ask?

Mitka froze, waiting for what Hernia would say. And Crooked Savva Mitka in the side: they say, it's time, let the tears. Mitka howled as if under a knife—even Gryzha shuddered. And the lady, at least that. She came up, felt Mitka's hands, looked into his mouth, and tugged at his ear.

- So, how much? – again asked Hernia.

The headman hesitated, and then decided: at least some, but profit, - he said:

- Five rubles.

- What?! Yes you where such prices, shameless, sought out! Two and a half.

“Four,” said Hernia.

“Three,” added the lady.

However, Hernia rested. The lady left. Crooked Savva pushed Mitka; he was silent, wiped away his tears, even smiled.

But the lady did not give up. It looked like, knocked along the rows, returned again. She stood near Mitka.

- Do you eat a lot? – asked Hernia.

- Eating? the elder asked. - No, he has a lot to eat. Eating less, drinking more water.

“So what a peasant he is, since he eats little,” said the lady.

Hernia realized that he had made a mistake, began to get out:

“So he eats little in the winter when there is no work. And in the summer - wow, what a chick, gluttonous!

The lady again felt Mitka, examined him from all sides, and said:

- Three. Red price him three.

For three rubles they gave Mitka.

The unkempt peasant who was with the mistress took the boy by the hand and pulled. And Aksinya, Mitka's mother, how she screams, how she rushes to her son.

- My child! - she wailed. - Oh, good people, I have no strength ... - She pressed Mitka to herself. “I won’t let you in,” he shouts, “I won’t give it back!”

Gryzha ran up and pushed Aksinya away. And the bearded man grabbed Mitka, lifted him up like a sack, and put him on his shoulders.

- Oh oh! howled Aksinya and suddenly resigned herself; collapsed, collapsed, and collapsed to the ground.

Mitka thrashed about like a crucian on a hook, pounded the unkempt peasant on the back with his feet. And he just squeezed tighter and dragged to the exit.

In front, lifting the hem of her long dress, walked the lady. Behind her, her mother called. And buffoons were jumping on the square, the harmonica was playing and tipsy men were pulling a song ...

How did you live

There was a mistress Mavra Ermolaevna a landowner from the poor. She lived alone, had no children. And she had only one house, a tithe of land and two souls of serfs - the coachman Arkhip and the cook Varvara.

Mavra Ermolaevna once had a husband. He served as an officer in the army, but died in the war. Now the lady received a pension. She lived with her. The house of Mavra Ermolaevna stood on a hillock, by the river, right next to the fields of Count Gushchin.

The lady's house was small - three rooms. In the yard there was a cowshed, a horse shed and a goose house. And there was also a bathhouse in the yard, where Arkhip and Varvara lived. And near the bathhouse grew a curly and fluffy birch, the only birch in the whole yard, and a birdhouse hung on the birch.

Life in Mavra Ermolaevna's house began early. The lady woke up at dawn. She went out on the porch in her nightgown, shouting:

- Barbara! Barbara!

A sleepy Varvara ran out; walked, helped the mistress to wash and dress. The lady drank sbiten in the morning, then she walked around the courtyard. I watched how Arkhip cleaned the horse and changed the straw from the cow, how Varvara was busy in the kitchen. Then Mavra Ermolaevna went to the goose house. The lady loved to feed the geese.

- My geese, geese! she said in an old voice.

After dinner the lady rested. Got up for dinner. She checked whether Varvara had milked the cow. I drank sbiten again, laid out cards and went to bed at eight o'clock. And so from day to day.

Only Saturday was an unusual day.

After dinner, Arkhip was heating the bathhouse. We all washed together.

After the bath, the main thing began: the lady flogged her serfs. In summer - right on the street, in winter - in the halls of the manor's house. Arkhip brought a wide bench, Varvara soaked the rods in salt water. Arkhip and Varvara did not remember when the mistress started such an order. That was a long time ago. Used to.

Arkhip was the first to be beaten.

He clumsily pulled off his trousers, pulled up his shirt and lay down. Varvara stood nearby and gave the mistress a rod. “One,” Mavra Ermolaevna counted, “two, three ...” Arkhip received twenty blows.

Then Varvara lay down, and Arkhip gave the rods. Varvara, like a woman, was supposed to have ten strokes. Then Arkhip removed the bench, and Varvara hung up the rods to dry.

After the flogging, Arkhip harnessed the gelding. And everyone went to church, to vespers, to pray. Arkhip fidgeted with his swollen ass on the seat and strove to get up.

- Sit down! the lady shouted at him. - Sit down! Tea, not in the face beat. There is no great tenderness in that place.

And after church they went to bed. So they lived from year to year with the landowner Mavra Ermolaevna. They lived boring.

rods

Because of the rods, Mitka's troubles began in the new house.

When, on the very first Saturday after the bath, Arkhip dragged a bench and began to prepare for the flogging, Mitka asked:

- Uncle Arkhip, why the rods?

- Flog.

- Whom to smack? Mitka was surprised.

- Whom? We know who: flog us, - answered Arkhip.

- So why, Uncle Arkhip ?!

- How - for what? - Arkhip looked at Mitka, stroked his shaggy beard, said: - For the sake of order. Well, so that they remember their place, so that the lady is respected ... But how could it be otherwise! Otherwise it is impossible. Guys, you know, they are spoiled people.

Mitka looks at Arkhip and asks again:

- Will they beat me?

- Well, why not beat you? Arkhip answers. - And you will be beaten. From childhood, it is necessary to get used to the order.

It hurt Mitka when they flogged him, but he endured it. And the boy felt sorry for himself, and Varvara, and Uncle Arkhip. And most of all, it's embarrassing. He decided to hide the rod. And so he did.

The following Saturday Arkhip climbed in for rods, but they were not there.

I rushed there, rushed here - no, as if it never happened. The lady attacked Arkhip:

“You can’t see the good, mouthy!”

“Yes, they were here,” Arkhip justifies himself and points to the wall. “They have been hanging here for a year now,” and spreads his arms.

Arkhip, Varvara, the lady - they are looking for all the rods. No rose.

Then Mavra Ermolaevna called Mitka.

- Did you take the rods? he asks.

“No,” Mitka says. And he feels himself blushing.

- You're lying! - says the lady. - I took it. I can see in my face that I took it. And Mitka blushes more and more. She blushes, but is silent. Decides:

I won't give up and that's it.

They never found the rose. And Mitka hid them under the lady's feather bed. Well, who could come up with such a thing!

Varvara and Arkhip were not flogged that day. And Mitka liked it. The lady gave him cuffs and put him in a goose house until he confesses.

geese

It's scary for Mitka in the goose house. Sits, freezes, does not move. And the geese lie quietly in their places, as if they did not notice Mitka.

But suddenly the geese came to life. He stretched out his neck, hissed: Shh, shh! The others hissed after him. Mitya got scared and got up. Then the goose got up. And behind the gander, as if on command, the whole herd. Frightened, the boy rushed to the door, drumming with his fist with all his might.

And at that time the lady was just on the street - she was leaving for church.

The lady came to the door and asked:

- Changed your mind?

Mitka does not confess, he only knocks on the door and shouts:

- Let go! Oh, I'm afraid! Let me go! Oh, I'm afraid...

- And where did you hide the rods? the lady asks.

Mitya is silent.

- If so, - said Mavra Ermolaevna, - let the geese eat you.

The lady got into the cart and left. Mitka knocks on the door. Nobody responds. Nobody is at home.

And the geese spread their wings, stretched out their necks and come closer and closer to Mitka...

- Kush! Mitka shouted.

The geese don't even pay attention.

- Shout, shush! Here I am you! - the boy fights back, but his own tooth does not fall on the tooth.

And the geese hiss in response and stretch their terrible beaks towards him.

Then Mitka grabbed a stick and hit the leader with such force that he broke his neck. The gander jumped up, rolled over and died. And immediately the geese fell silent.

Mitka got even more frightened. Then he calmed down, lay down and fell asleep.

And Mitka had a dream that he was at home. The father is cutting something, the mother is twisting the yarn. Home is warm and good.

The cat Vaska is sitting on the stove, looking at Mitka with one eye and as if saying: “And the geese, they are not scary.” Mitka comes up to the cat, wants to stroke it. He looks, and this is not a cat at all, but mistress Mavra Ermolaevna. Mitka screams, wakes up, and in front of him, indeed, is a lady, holding a rod in her hands.

We still found the rods! Mavra Ermolaevna arrived from the church, went to bed, and something pricked her in the side. She put her hand under the feather bed - rods!

The mistress beat Mitka right there, right in the goose house.

And in the morning Mavra Ermolaevna began to feed the geese and found her beloved gander dead. And again they flogged Mitka. This time it's long and painful.

Felt boots

For the first few days Mitka lived with Arkhip and Varvara in a closet by the bathhouse. And then the lady took the boy to her house. Mitka became her servant.

All day long mistress Mitka here and there...

You only hear:

- Mitka, run to the cellar!

- Mitka, shake off the rug!

- Mitka, where are you? Mi-and-tka!

And in the evening the lady goes to bed and makes her heels scratch. Mitka scratches, scratches, his fingers get tired, but Mavra Ermolaevna still does not fall asleep.

Finally fall asleep. Mitya will also curl up like a puppy. Just close your eyes, hear:

- Mitka, give me some water!

- Mitka, find the shoes!

And so on until the morning.

Or the lady's insomnia will begin. And again Mitka can't sleep. The lady demands that Mitka tell her different stories. He would tell her about Prince Bova, and about the Gray Wolf, and about the Vorotynskys, and about the headman Stepan Gryzha. And the lady - come on.

In the afternoon, the lady will sleep off, and Mitka is busy again. Make Mavra Ermolaevna sort out his millet or grind his peas. Mitka is sitting, his eyes are glued together, he wants to sleep, but he rubs peas, sorts through millet.

And somehow the lady went to bed after dinner and made Mitka dry her felt boots.

“Look,” he says, “do not sleep!” Valenki, they are new, do not put them far into the oven.

Mitka sat and sat near the felt boots and suddenly fell asleep. I woke up with a burning smell. I poked myself into the oven, and only the tops of the boots remained. The mistress also woke up from the burning.

- Mitka! she screamed. - Mitka, what does it smell like burnt?

Mavra Ermolaevna came running, looking: Mitka had only felt boots in her hands.

And again Mitka was beaten. The lady poured a rod to him and said:

- Are you short of night? You still sleep during the day, you brat, your insatiable soul!

Road

And Mitka became unbearable. Gets somewhere, cries. He will remember his native Zakopanka, father, mother, cat Vaska.

It's hard for Mitya...

He decided to run away from the master's house. I began to slowly collect crackers on the road. I hid them in the barn, under the stall. Then he began to ask the way cautiously. I spoke first with Arkhip.

- Uncle Arkhip, and Chudovo otsedova, you see, far, far away? Mitka asked.

“Far away,” Arkhip replied. Then he scratched his shaggy beard, thought, and said again:

Arkhip scratched his beard again, thought again and answered:

Mitka learned nothing more from him. Then he decided to talk to Barbara.

- Chudovo village? she asked. - There is such a village. Just how far it is, I don't know. I have not been far three miles from here. You would ask Arkhip - he is a knowledgeable person.

Mitka understood that there would be no use from Varvara either, and he decided to find out about the road from Mavra Ermolaevna herself.

Mitka waited when the lady was in a good mood, and asked:

“Mistress, where is the road that leads past the estate through the meadow?”

“To the mill,” said the lady.

“And the one across the bridge, on the other side of the river?”

But the lady did not answer. Some business distracted Mavra Ermolaevna. Gone.

A few days later Mitka came to her again with the same question.

Mavra Ermolaevna looked at Mitka, then took her by the ear and asked:

- Road? Why do you need to know the way?

Mitya was taken aback.

“So I am, mistress…” Mitka began.

- I'll give you "so"! interrupted Mavra Ermolaevna. - You look at me, did you want a rod again? .. Arkhip, Arkhip! - called. “Give me the rod, I’ll show you which road leads where.”

And a few days later the lady, going into the cowshed, found Mitka's crackers. The lady wondered, and then she understood.

And again that day Mitka was beaten. He lay in bed in the bathhouse, groaned and uttered everything:

- I'll run away... I'll run away...

Varvara sat down next to him, stroking his head.

- It's, dear, - she said, - and where will you run from here? There is no road for you.

Chapter Two
Dasha

Count Gushchin

To get to the estate of Count Gushchin, it was necessary to drive from the village of Chudova three miles through the field, and then another ten through the forest. And when the forest ended and the road came out to the river, then, having passed the bridge, it was necessary to go around the estate of the landowner Mavra Ermolaevna, turn right and drive another two versts through the old park, along a linden alley, smooth as an arrow.

And only then did a large manor house with six white columns, outbuildings, manor stables, a kennel and other courtyard buildings grow out of the trees. This was the Novgorod estate of Count Alexei Ilyich Gushchin - Barabikha. And around Barabikha, you can’t see it with your eyes, lay the count’s lands. And the forest that stood like a wall on the horizon was the count's. And the meadow that stretched like a green carpet along the bank of the river, the count's. And the villages that spread out around, like beetles spread, were counts. And the people who lived in these villages are also counts. Count Gushchin had twenty thousand souls of serfs. Yes, and the estate of Gushchin is not one. There were county lands near Smolensk and near Orel, and in St. Petersburg, on Nevsky Prospekt, there was a tall house of Gushchin with stone lions at the entrance. This is where the Count himself lived. And he visited Barabikha only once a year. Came in autumn or winter. He lived for several days and again left for St. Petersburg.

For the rest of the time, Franz Johannovich Neumann was the senior manager in Barabikha. About ten years ago, as ambassador to Prussia, Count Gushchin brought the local coachman Franz Neumann with him to Russia. Neumann was quick and helpful. The count thought and appointed the German as his manager.

Together with the count, up to thirty different gentlemen gathered in Barabikha. There were entertainment. New ones every year. They will come up with a bear hunt, and even in such a way as to be sure to catch the living. That fistfights between men, so much so that by all means someone to death. It's sleigh rides. And instead of horses, young boys and girls will be harnessed to the sledge and forced to run in a race. Then the prizes are awarded to the one who came first. Only prizes were given not to those who carried, but to those who sat in the sledge and drove.

And then the count told his manager that he would come for the New Year. And by the time you arrive, you need to organize a theater. The count wrote that he would send artists from St. Petersburg. And he ordered the manager to recruit from local men and women people inclined to singing and playing instruments, and that by his arrival there should be a choir and orchestra on the estate. However, the German had little idea about theater and music.

That's how Count Gushchin set the task for his manager!

Dudka

Varvara said that Mitka could not get away from Mavra Ermolaevna. But it turned out differently. Just not in the way he thought.

In the spring, as soon as the grass appeared in the meadow, the mistress assigned Mitka to a new business - to graze the geese.

Arkhip Mitka made a pipe. “This,” he said, “is the first thing for every shepherd.” Varvara sewed a bag for bread, admonished: “Just look far from the geese, do not leave. And God forbid, so that they don’t go into the count’s bread! Not even an hour, Franz Ivanovich himself will see, then you will already be.

But Mitka had already heard about the German, and more than once, and everything was unkind.

“This Franz,” said Arkhip, “has never seen the world more stingily. He feeds the horses himself.”

“The German is the Antichrist,” Varvara whispered. “He doesn’t go to church, he doesn’t keep fasts.”

And just about anything, she frightened Mitka so much: “If the lady sells it to the German, you will know!”

Mitka liked grazing geese. He will drive them away from the house in the meadow, fall apart on the grass. The geese walk around, they nibble on the grass, and Mitka plays the pipe. And he got the hang of it so much that Arkhip only shook his head: “It’s great to do it!”

And then one day - it was already summer - Mitka drove geese off the meadow almost to the Gushchinsky park. He sat down on the bank, played the pipe and did not notice how the geese entered the count's oats. And at this time, the manager Franz Johannovich was descending from the hill from the count's estate in a droshky and saw geese and Mitka.

Then he bent down, picked up the pipe from the ground, twirled it in his hand, and grinned. The steward rummaged in his pocket, took out a lump of sugar, handed it to Mitka, mounted his horse, and rode away.

Mitya looked at the sugar, wanted to nibble, and then put it in his pocket. I decided: as soon as he runs away, he will bring a gift to his mother. And he thought to himself: “They said that the German is evil. He's not evil at all."

Mitya Myshkin lived in the village of Zakopanka. When the boy was ten years old, trouble happened - the lady decided to sell the entire Myshkin family. Bidding went on the market in Chudovo, in a row next to the cattle. Crooked Savva, who was also being sold, taught Mitka to roar as soon as the buyer came up - then, you see, they would not buy it. The day was coming to an end, and there was no demand for the Zakopane peasants. Mitka had already calmed down, but then an old lady came up and wished to buy one boy, although the whole family was for sale. Mitka roared in vain, his mother Aksinya cried in vain, they bought the boy for three roubles.

Lady Mavra Ermolaevna was a poor landowner. She had no children, her husband, an officer, died in the war, and the lady lived on a pension. There were two serfs on the farm, Arkhip and Varvara. Life in the house of Mavra Ermolaevna was boring and painful. The lady got up at dawn, looked after the household, fed the geese, rested after dinner, and went to bed at eight in the evening. On Saturdays, she flogged her serfs with rods, "to be respected."

Mitya took pity on Arkhip and Varvaara, and he hid the rods under the master's feather bed. Mavra Ermolaevna immediately suspected the boy and put him in a goose house until he confessed. Mitya got scared of the evil gander, waved his stick and broke his neck. And then the lady found the rod. Mitka was flogged for a long time and painfully. Then the lady took the boy into the house, in her service. Myshkin had a hard time: the lady has insomnia, and he cannot sleep. Yes, and Mitka got hit more than once. The boy decided to run away, began to ask the lady where the road from the estate leads, ran into another flogging, but did not change his mind about running.

Chapter two. Dasha

The estate of Mavra Ermolaevna bordered on the vast possessions of Count Gushchin. The German Franz Ivanovich Neumann managed the count's estate. The count himself came to the estate only for the new year, with a bunch of guests, and started various amusements. And now the count wrote to the manager that he was sending artists from St. Petersburg to Barabikha, and ordered to assemble a choir and orchestra from local men and women.

Mitka, meanwhile, was assigned to graze the geese. Arkhip whittled a pipe for him, and the boy got the hang of playing it. Somehow Mitka was grazing geese on the border with the count's estate. Franz rode by, heard the boy deftly playing the pipe, and bought him from Mavra Ermolaevna for two sacks of oats and an old count's featherbed. They settled Myshkin together with the kind aunt Agafya and the feisty yard girl Palashka, who informed the German about everything that was happening in Barabikha.

The estate was huge, with outbuildings and a kennel, commanded by Fedka, a dumb and terrible peasant with torn nostrils. The German gathered musicians from all the count's villages, and in the autumn the artists arrived. To Mitka's surprise, the troupe also turned out to be serfs. The boy was told about this by one of the artists, the girl Dasha, whose parents were also sold.

The children became friends. Mitka boasted to his girlfriend that he was collecting crackers to run to his parents in Zakopanka. Boasted - and regretted: Myshkin liked this big estate. But there was no going back. One night, Mitka decided to run away, but Palashka caught him at the hiding place where the crackers were stored. The boy bit the girl's hand and left. Fedor was sent in pursuit with the dogs. He overtook the boy, but did not give Franz away, he hid it in his kennel. A few days later, Mitka was discovered and flogged with rods. Fedor got it too. The boy realized that the kennel was not at all terrible, and his nostrils were torn for the service of Emelyan Pugachev. After the flogging, Mitka recovered in the kennel, Dasha and Fyodor did not leave him, and the boy felt good, like at home.

Meanwhile, winter came. Franz did not like the friendship of children - she distracted Dasha from preparing for the New Year's performance. Dasha was forced to ask Mitya not to come to her. On the day of the dress rehearsal, Mitka could not stand it and quietly made his way into the hall - he really wanted to look at Dasha. Fluttering around the stage in a light butterfly outfit, the girl stumbled and fell. Franz raised a stick over her. Then Mitka jumped out and shielded his girlfriend. Dasha grabbed his hand and ran out into the cold.

Myshkin brought her back, but too late - Dasha had a cold in her lungs. On New Year's Eve, the girl died. After waiting until the estate fell asleep, Mitka propped up the door of the manager's house with a stake, threw straw under the windows and set it on fire. The fleeing yard wanted to save the German, but Fyodor did not allow: he stood with a club at the door. Franz burned down, and Mitka left the same night

Chapter three. Guards lieutenant

Mitka got out onto a large highway, where he, half-frozen, was picked up by a young guards officer on his way to Petersburg. The officer drove Myshkin to the station, he wanted to turn him in as a fugitive, but the boy slipped away, dashed back into the sleigh. At the next station, an officer found Mitka, laughed and took it for himself. Mitka became a batman at the lieutenant of the life guards of the imperial regiment Alexander Vasilyevich Vyazemsky. The new owner turned out to be kind, cheerful, told interesting stories about the war with the Turks, and the boy served him not out of fear, but out of conscience.

Soon Vyazemsky had an argument with a dragoon major. There was a duel, after which the Life Guards officer turned into an army lieutenant and went to the active army. He wanted to send Mitka to his estate, but the boy persuaded the master to take him to the war to "beat the Turk."

This is how Mitka got to the Turkish fortress of Izmail. Suvorov himself came to take the impregnable fortress. Once the great commander noticed Mitka and ordered Vyazemsky to send the child away from the war. The lieutenant dragged on with his departure, and the boy had to sit in his tent all the time.

The assault on Ishmael began on the night of December 11, 1790. Watching the battle from afar, Mitka noticed the lieutenant - he was the first to climb the wall of the fortress, and then fell, wounded in the side. Mitka rushed to save the master, made his way into the captured Ishmael and pulled the lieutenant out of the battle. At the gate Mitka ran into Suvorov. He tore off the boy by the ear, and then awarded him a medal for bravery and devotion.

A few days later, Vyazemsky was forgiven for the duel, and the lieutenant went back to St. Petersburg. The officer was proud of Mitka and swore not to give it to anyone. In St. Petersburg, Vyazemsky made a new friend - Captain Pikin. He called Suvorov an upstart and believed that serfs should be kept in strictness. Vyazemsky tolerated Pikin only because he did not know the measure in a card game. Once they started playing, and Vyazemsky lost his faithful Mitka. Myshkin did not wait until they would give him to the captain, he left.

Chapter Four. Good sir

A few days after the escape, Mitka met the crooked Savva in the market. He said that the owners of Zakopanka were completely ruined, and Mitka's parents were sold to General Yusupovsky. Savva undertook to take the boy to his parents, who had long since buried him.

Prince Gavrila Zakharovich Yusupovsky, a general in the Russian army, retired due to a severe head wound and took up farming. The master was kind, but sometimes strange attacks happened to him, and the servants called the general "blessed." On the day of the arrival of his son Kuzma, Myshkin threw himself at the master's feet, and he agreed to buy the boy from Count Gushchin - the general liked Mitka's military exploits very much.

The boy lived quietly for a week, and then the master's boy had to entertain. Sometimes he plays cards with him, and loses everything so that the general can spank him on the nose with a deck. Then the general will start a military drill - again Mitka takes the rap. Even Empress Catherine the Great, the boy had to visit. And the strangeness of the prince grew stronger every day.

Crooked Savva Yusupovsky also soon bought out. Mitka began to go with him to the market in St. Petersburg, and somehow met Aunt Agafya there. She said that the dumb Fedor was exiled to hard labor because "he killed the German and set fire to the house." Then Mitka let slip that it was he who set fire to the house.

Mitka had been living with his parents for a year when Yusupovsky remembered that he had not redeemed the boy. He sent his manager to Count Gushchin. He found out about the arson at the count's estate, and Palashka and a soldier brought Myshkin to be arrested. They called Mitka. He came in, saw Palashka, knocked out the window with a chair - and to the droshky, which stood at the house. Only they saw him. Good luck, Mitya Myshkin!

"How much is the boy?" “What a ridiculous question! - you say. Are the boys for sale? Is it possible to trade in people!

But it was.

It was during the days of serfdom, when landowners could sell and buy people like things.

This story tells about how people lived in Russia one hundred and fifty years ago.

Let's mentally transport ourselves to those times.

Mitya Myshkin - the main character of the story - a boy who was sold. His fate is amazing and extraordinary. Together with him you will visit the lady Mavra Ermolaevna, you will get to Count Gushchin, you will meet the girl Dasha, you will go to war ... However, let's not get ahead of ourselves. After all, you will learn about everything by reading the story.

Chapter first

MADY MAVR ERMOLAEVNA

NATIVE VILLAGE

Mitka lived in Zakopanka for ten years, and nothing happened to him. And suddenly…

How Mitya remembers that morning now. The courtyard girl Malanya ran into the hut and shouted:

Aksinya, Aksinya, mistress Kuzma are calling!

SOLD

Noisy, festive on a Sunday at a fair in the large village of Chudovo. Buffoons jump, harmonica plays, tipsy men sing songs.

And everything is reasonable at the fair. Rows go along the market square. In one row, geese and various birds are traded, in another there are wagons with flour and grain, in the third they sell garden trifles. And then there are the cattle ranks. There are cows, goats, sheep ... And next to the cattle and another row.

People are being sold here.

Men and women lined up in a row, and in front of them walk the bar and the managers - those who bargain.

Gentlemen approach the peasants, measure them from head to toe with their eyes, force them to open their mouths - they look at their teeth, examine their palms. Then they trade.

HOW LIVED

There was a mistress Mavra Ermolaevna a landowner from the poor. She lived alone, had no children. And she had only one house, a tithe of land and two souls of the serf coachmen Arkhip and the cook Varvara.

Life in Mavra Ermolaevna's house began early. The lady woke up at dawn. She went out on the porch in her nightgown, shouting:

Barbara! Barbara!

ROZGI

Because of the rods, Mitka's troubles began in the new house.

When, on the very first Saturday after the bath, Arkhip dragged a bench and began to prepare for the flogging, Mitka asked:

Uncle Arkhip, why the rod?

Whom to smack? Mitka was surprised.

geese

It's scary for Mitka in the goose house. Sits, freezes, does not move. And the geese lie quietly in their places, as if they don't notice Mitka.

But suddenly the geese came to life. He stretched out his neck, hissed: “Shh, shh!” The others hissed after him. Mitya got scared and got up. Then the goose got up. And behind the gander, as if on command, the whole herd. With fright, the boy rushed to the door, drumming with his fist as hard as he could.

And at that time the lady was just on the street - she was leaving for church.

The lady came to the door and asked:

Changed your mind?

Chapter Two

DASHA

COUNT GUSCHIN

And only then did a large manor house with six white columns, outbuildings, manor stables, a kennel and other courtyard buildings grow out of the trees. This was the Novgorod estate of Count Alexei Ilyich Gushchin - Barabikha. And all around Barabikha, you can’t see it with your eyes, lay the count’s lands. And the forest that stood like a wall on the horizon was the count's. And the meadow that stretched like a green carpet along the bank of the river, the count's. And the villages that spread out around, as if bugs had spread, were counts. And the people who lived in these villages are also counts. Count Gushchin had twenty thousand souls of serfs. Yes, and the estate of Gushchin is not one. There were also county lands near Smolensk and near Orel, and in St. Petersburg, on Nevsky Prospekt, there was a tall house of Gushchin with stone lions at the entrance. This is where the Count himself lived. And he visited Barabikha only once a year. Came in autumn or winter. He lived for several days and again left for St. Petersburg.

For the rest of the time, Franz Ivanovich Neumann was the senior manager in Barabikha. About ten years ago, as ambassador to Prussia, Count Gushchin brought the local coachman Franz Neumann with him to Russia. Neumann was quick and helpful. The count thought and appointed the German as his manager.

DUDKA

Varvara said that Mitka could not get away from Mavra Ermolaevna. But it turned out differently. Just not in the way he thought.

In the spring, as soon as the grass appeared in the meadow, the mistress assigned Mitka to a new business - to graze the geese.

But Mitka had already heard about the German, and more than once, and everything was unkind.

“This Franz,” said Arkhip, “has never seen the world more stingily. He feeds the horses himself.”

DUMB

The German bargained for a long time with Mavra Ermolaevna. Finally he bartered Mitka for two sacks of oats and Perin's old feather bed, and settled the whole matter. The lady really wanted to sleep on the count's down jacket!

The German brought Mitka to a small hut and said: "Here is your house." Four female eyes looked at the boy - two young, unkind, two weak-sighted, old, from which a homely warmth blew.

The hut where the steward brought Mitka stood right there in the master's yard. The yard girl Palashka and aunt Agafya, the master's cook, lived in it.

At first, Mitka was afraid of everything, and most of all the girls Palashki. Already on the first evening, when they went to bed, Palashka began to shout:

And why the hell did they put this little kitten in here!

ARTISTS ARRIVED

Although the German drank, the owner was efficient. Here it is with the orchestra. Less than a month later, the German and the orchestra assembled, and he sought out the singers. I went to the market in Chudovo, looked into neighboring estates, traveled around the count's villages - and scored. And soon an orchestra player arrived from Novgorod and began to conduct classes. And Mitka went to study.

By autumn, as the count promised, the artists arrived in Barabikha. The whole household poured out to meet the arrivals.

Look, what pants, pants! Grandfather Eroshka shouted and pointed to the checkered, narrow trousers of a tall man who had deftly jumped out of the cart.

A skirt, a skirt! And how do they walk in such skirts? - the girl Palashka laughed and poked her finger in the direction of the young girl.

She smiled shyly and hid her face in a blue scarf.

GONE

Mitka lived in a new place, and all he thought about was to run away. And again he began to collect crackers for the road. Only now he acted wisely: he hid the crackers far away, in the horse yard, in the old straw.

And somehow Mitka was sitting with Dasha on a river precipice and told him about his plan. And he talked about crackers.

That's great! Dasha exclaimed. - And where will you run, Mitya? asked.

To Zakopanka, home, - the boy answered.

That day Mitka said that he would run away, and then he regretted it. Mitka suddenly lost the desire to run away. Appointed one term did not leave. Appointed another - did not leave either.

As you know, in the Russian Empire for many centuries there was a phenomenon similar to slavery. It was called serfdom. At the same time, the serfs were the most ordinary people who were simply unlucky to be born into peasant families.

A well-known writer dedicated his story "The Story of a Serf Boy" to this topic. Let's find out the summary of this work, as well as get acquainted with the biography of its creator.

Russian writer S. Alekseev

Sergei devoted most of his life to writing children's and historical books. And it is not surprising, because he was born in an intelligent family of doctors (1922).

Due to the fact that his father had a practice in the village of Pliskov, Kiev province (today it is the territory of Ukraine), the future writer was used to communicating with peasants from childhood and knew firsthand about their hardships.

When Alekseev was 10, his parents moved to Moscow, where he graduated from high school. The purposeful young man dreamed of becoming a pilot, for which he entered the aviation school of the city of Postavy (today the territory of Belarus) in 1940.

With the beginning of the Great Patriotic War, Sergei Alekseev, along with other cadets, was transferred to the Orenburg Flight School. Living in Orenburg, Alekseev became interested in history and, in parallel with the school, began to study at the evening courses of the history department of the local pedagogical institute.

After graduating from college, the young man began to teach in it. However, due to an injury received during a training flight, he was soon forced to leave the flying business and took up literature.

At first, the future writer edited other people's works, and from 1955 he began to publish his own. His works have been awarded many awards (the State Prize of the USSR, the Lenin Komsomol Prize, the International Diploma of H. H. Andersen) and have been translated into 50 languages of the world.

The main theme of Sergei Alekseev's work was the military history of the Russian Empire, starting from the middle of the 16th century.

Sergei Petrovich died in May 2008 at the age of 86. His grave is located at the Peredelkino cemetery, where even today connoisseurs of creativity can lay flowers.

The story "The story of a serf boy"

In the work of Alekseev, historical events are often shown through children's perception. For example, the book “The Life and Death of Grishatka Sokolov” tells about the Pugachev uprising through the story of a boy who took part in it.

However, the most striking story of this type is "The Story of a Serf Boy" (summary - in paragraphs VI - IX).

Story structure

This book consists of 4 chapters. Each of them describes the period of the protagonist's stay with the next owner. Moreover, each of the chapters is divided into several parts: "Lady Mavra Ermolaevna" (7), "Dasha" (12), "Guards lieutenant" (8), "Good master" (7).

History of the story

Before considering the summary of the book "The Story of a Serf Boy", it is worth learning about the historical period during which all events take place.

The time frame can be limited to the period of the late 80s - early 90s. XVIII century. This is evidenced by the fact that Mitya Myshkin meets with the former rebel from the army of Emelyan Pugachev, as well as with the great commander Alexander Suvorov during the capture of Izmail. Before the abolition of serfdom (1861) there are still about 70 years, which means that the slave-owning class of Tsarist Russia (hardly calmed down after the Pugachevshchina) not only does not perceive serfs as people, but also treats them with increased severity. Most likely, that is why this period was chosen by Alekseev to show all the abomination of serfdom.

The protagonist of the book

Before reading the summary of the story "The Story of the Serf Boy", it is worth learning more about its main character.

The plot focuses on the fate of a ten-year-old boy named Dmitry (Mitya) Myshkin from the village of Zakopanka. Despite his young age and lack of education, he is smart, resourceful and brave. At the same time, the boy has a heightened sense of dignity and justice. He is ready to help a dear person, even risking his own life.

Each time, moving to a new master, he evolves, learning from past mistakes. Thanks to this, in the last chapters, Mitya actually chooses his own hosts.

Of particular note is the devotion that this boy is capable of. So, avenging the death of his girlfriend Dasha, he burns alive the one responsible for this. And having become attached to Lieutenant Vyazemsky, the boy pulls him out of the battlefield. However, when this man breaks his word and loses the guy to his cruel and narrow-minded friend, Myshkin, without a twinge of conscience, abandons the owner.

With all this, despite his valor and resourcefulness, Mitya remains a child who dreams of returning to his parents. But by the end of the story, Myshkin turns into a kind of potential Pugachev, who realized that there are no good hosts.

"The Story of a Serf Boy": a summary of the chapter "Mistress Mavra Ermolaevna"

At the beginning of the story, Mitya is a happy, carefree child who does not fully understand what it means to be a serf. The unexpected news for him is that he and his parents are being taken to be sold.

Due to the fact that the auctions took place in the autumn (when serfs were not particularly valued), no one from Zakopane was bought. However, before the fair closed, the old lady laid eyes on the boy and bargained for him for 3 rubles.

The new mistress, the widow of an army officer, was very poor. Her only source of income was her husband's pension. However, there was barely enough money to maintain a tiny house with 3 rooms, a barn, a barn and a bathhouse.

In addition to Mitya, the mistress had 2 more serfs: Varvara and Arkhip.

They lived in the estate of Mavra Ermolaevna poor and boring. The main entertainment of this woman was the spanking of slaves on Saturdays. This was done not for service, but for order. The child did not like this attitude, and, seeking to protect himself and others, he hid the rod.

In order for the boy to confess where they are, the lady put him in a goose coop. Frightened, Mitya accidentally killed one of the geese. For this, the hostess severely flogged him when she found the rod.

In the future, Myshkin's life only worsened, so he decided to run away.

Summary of the story "The Story of a Serf Boy": Chapter Two ("Dasha")

Next to the modest possessions of Mitina's mistress was the luxurious Novgorod estate of Count Alexei Gushchin (Barabikha). This nobleman rarely appeared there, so almost all the time the German manager Franz Neumann ran the estate.

One day, the count demanded that the manager prepare the fortress orchestra and the theater for the New Year. Neiman began to gather peasants inclined to music-making throughout the district. Once he happened to hear Mitya (who by that time had been put in charge of grazing geese) playing the pipe. Appreciating the guy's talent, Franz bought him from Mavra Ermolaevna for 2 sacks of oats and an old featherbed.

The estate in Barabikha was large. Many serfs lived there, and the attitude towards them was several times better than that of the former mistress. Gradually, the boy got used to and became friends with a young artist named Dasha.

Despite all the good things, Mitya went on the run. He was overtaken by the terrible dumb hound Fyodor, sent in pursuit. However, he did not give the fugitive to the German, but hid him for a long time in his kennel. Soon the boy made friends with the peasant and found out that his tongue had been torn out because of his participation in the Pugachev region.

When Franz discovered Myshkin, the guy really got it. But Dasha and Fedor came out.

The New Year was approaching, and the general rehearsal was going on in the theater. Dasha played one of the main roles and accidentally fell. The manager wanted to beat her, but Mitya interceded. Fleeing from the wrath of the German, the children jumped out into the cold. Dressed in light theatrical clothes, the girl caught a cold and died of an illness a few days later.

In an effort to avenge her, Mitya set fire to the house in which the German lived. The courtyards did not particularly try to save the manager, and those who tried were stopped by the dumb Fedor, who, by misunderstanding, was considered the culprit of the fire.

Myshkin, taking advantage of the situation, fled.

"Guard Lieutenant"

Having considered the summary of the "Story of a Serf Boy" of the first two chapters, it is worth knowing: what is the third about.

Once on the road after the escape, the main character almost froze - after all, winter. He was rescued by a passing officer. He wanted to hand over the fugitive to the authorities, but Mitya managed to win over the military man, and he left the boy with him.

The new owner, Alexander Vasilyevich Vyazemsky, was a lieutenant of the Imperial Life Guards Regiment. The boy became his batman and became very attached to him.

Because of the duel, Vyazemsky was sent to war with the Turks. Fearing for the life of the young servant, he wanted to leave him on his estate, but Mitya decided to stay with the master.

Participating in the battle for the capture of Ishmael, the young officer showed courage, but was injured and almost died. Fortunately, Myshkin made his way to the battlefield and pulled out the wounded owner. Suvorov himself found out about this and awarded the young hero with a medal.

Returning to St. Petersburg, Vyazemsky, in gratitude for the rescue, vowed never to sell the boy. But one day, while playing cards, the officer put Mitya on the line. The disappointed boy did not wait for the outcome of the game and fled.

"Good sir"

Having learned the "Story of a Serf Boy" a summary of the three chapters, it's time to figure out how this book ended.

After escaping, Myshkin wandered around the capital in search of food. At the bazaar, he accidentally met a serf from Zakopanka - crooked Savva. He said that the former owners went bankrupt and sold almost all the peasants and land. The boy's parents are now owned by General Yusupovsky, who is known for his good disposition.

Savva took the boy to his father and mother, who considered him dead.

The new master, due to a head wound, had some mental problems. Therefore, he constantly forced the boy to play his strange games and pretend to be either a soldier or a queen. Despite this, Mitya lived well.

A year later, the master remembered that he had not completed the documents for the purchase of Myshkin and sent his manager to Count Gushchin. A soldier came from there to arrest the boy for arson. Realizing that the good deed will not end, the boy fled on the master's team.

Problems of the story

After reviewing the brief content of Alekseev's "History of a Serf Boy", it is worth considering the problems of this work.

In addition, the story clearly shows the social difference between rich and poor landowners. The author tells how cruelly the ruined landowners took revenge on their serfs. So Mavra Ermolaevna flogged the slaves weekly, and the first owners of Mitya sold the peasants without regret, not being afraid to separate families.

The cruelty provoked by permissiveness is no less vividly depicted. If the old lady punished the hero for his attempts to escape, then the failed owner of the boy planned to humiliate and insult him simply because Mitya had a medal for courage, but he did not.

Another episode illustrating the inhumanity of the masters was the story of the lordly treatment of Fyodor (“The Story of the Serf Boy”: a summary of the second chapter).

In addition to all of the above, Sergei Alekseev in his book talks about the fact that talent and nobility do not depend on titles. The story draws a parallel between Suvorov and Mitya, whom the St. Petersburg staff officers considered upstarts. Meanwhile, they are both brave and noble people, despite their not entirely noble origin.

The story of Sergei Alekseev "The Story of a Serf Boy" (summary in paragraphs VI - IX) is one of the pearls of Soviet and Russian literature. In it, the author managed not only to talk about the everyday life of serfs, but also to make it so interesting that even modern schoolchildren continue to read this book.

That's how Count Gushchin set the task for his manager!

Varvara said that Mitka could not get away from Mavra Ermolaevna. But it turned out differently. Just not in the way he thought.

In the spring, as soon as the grass appeared in the meadow, the mistress assigned Mitka to a new business - to graze the geese.

But Mitka had already heard about the German, and more than once, and everything was unkind.

“This Franz,” said Arkhip, “has never seen the world more stingily. He feeds the horses himself.”

“The German is the Antichrist,” Varvara whispered. “He doesn’t go to church, he doesn’t keep fasts.”

And just a little, so scared Mitka:

“Here the lady will sell to the German - you will know!”

And then one day - it was already summer - Mitka drove geese off the meadow almost to the Gushchinsky park. He sat down on the bank, played the pipe and did not notice how the geese entered the count's oats. And at that moment the manager Franz Ivanovich was coming down the hill from the count's estate in a droshky and saw the geese and Mitka.

Oh mein goth! - exclaimed the German, turned his horse and rode off into the meadow.

He got out of the droshky and began sneaking up on Mitka. He stepped over once, twice ... and suddenly froze.

And exactly who pulled Mitka. Turned around - German! The pipe itself is out of hand. And then I saw geese in oats and was completely shy. Jump up - run!

Stop, stop! shouted the German. - Oh, you are a musician!

Mitka ran to a safe place and stopped. He looked - the German does not say anything so bad, and does not even look in the direction of the geese.

Come here! - the German beckons. - I am not an evil person.

Mitya hesitated, then approached, but got up so that he could run at once.

Oh, you are a musician! the manager said again. - Whose are you? asked.

Mistress Mavra Ermolaevna, - answered Mitka.

Gut, - drawled the German. - Zergut.

Then he bent down, picked up the pipe from the ground, twirled it in his hand, and grinned. The steward rummaged in his pocket, took out a lump of sugar, and handed it to Mitka; got on a horse and left.

The German brought Mitka to a small hut and said: "Here is your house." Four female eyes looked at the boy - two young, unkind, two weak-sighted, old, from which a homely warmth blew.

The hut where the steward brought Mitka stood right there in the master's yard. The yard girl Palashka and aunt Agafya, the master's cook, lived in it.

At first, Mitka was afraid of everything, and most of all the girls Palashki. Already on the first evening, when they went to bed, Palashka began to shout:

And why the hell did they put this little kitten in here!

Well, Aunt Agafya interceded.

Quiet! she called. - Tea, not of your own free will.

And stroked Mitka on the head.

Don't be afraid, - she said, - don't be afraid, falcon!

And then, when Mitka met Timka Glotov, a yard boy, he learned that there was no way out of the girl Palashka. “She informs the German about everyone,” Timka said.

Timka told Mitka about other things, about the fact that the German likes to drink bitter. And when he gets drunk, he beats everyone and swears in black. Timka also told about the night watchman, grandfather Eroshka. On the first night Mitka heard someone beating a mallet all around their windows. This was Eroshka's grandfather. “He is a coward,” said Timka. - All night spinning near your hut - this is so that Palashka knows that he is not sleeping.

Timka was older than Mitka, and taller and broader in the shoulders. All these days Mitka followed Timka, like a heifer after a uterus, and obeyed in everything. And Timka also told me about the master's kennel and about the mute that he went after the dogs. Timka took Mitka to look at the mute.

Mitka looked - and the frost passed over the skin. A man is overgrown, like a bear, and the nostrils - no nostrils, only shreds dangle.

What is this? asked Mitka.

Robber, - answered Timka. - They ripped out his nostrils.

Hey dumb! Timka shouted and threw a stone at the overgrown man.

He ran out of the kennel, clumsily waved his hands, mumbled something and rushed to the guys. Timka - time! - And running. Mitya didn't make it. The mute jumped up to him, grabbed him by the breasts, pulled him to him, to his overgrown face with torn nostrils.

Ah! Mitka shouted.

And the dumb did nothing; released Mitka and left.

All night after that, the mute boy dreamed. Mitka cried out in his sleep. Palashka woke up, poking him in the side.

Chick, bastard! she screamed. - Unclean power to take you away!

ARTISTS ARRIVED

By autumn, as the count promised, the artists arrived in Barabikha. The whole household poured out to meet the arrivals.

Look, what pants, pants! Grandfather Eroshka shouted and pointed to the checkered, narrow trousers of a tall man who had deftly jumped out of the cart.

A skirt, a skirt! And how do they walk in such skirts? - the girl Palashka laughed and poked her finger in the direction of the young girl.

She smiled shyly and hid her face in a blue scarf.

Mitka also came along with everyone who had arrived to meet them. He stood next to Timka and, in order to get a better look, stretched out his neck like a goose. And suddenly Mitka saw a girl. She was very small, she wrapped herself chillily in an old little coat, from under which a striped skirt peeked out. On his head - Mitka could not understand in any way - neither a scarf, nor a shawl. Mitka had never seen such an outfit. The girl looked attentively at those who met and held on to the hand of a tall man in trousers with thongs.

Mitka liked the girl. After that, Mitka kept walking around the lord's wing, where the artists were placed, - he hoped to meet. Yes, he was unlucky. On the first day, the girl Palashka drove away. On the second, Mitka almost caught the eye of the German himself.

And yet Mitka ambushed the girl. He hid somehow in the bushes, and when she passed, he jumped out. He jumped out and got scared.

What are you? - asked the girl.

But Mitka's tongue seemed to remain at home.

What are you? the girl repeated. - What is your name?

I'm Mitka, Myshkin.

And I'm Dasha, - said the girl.

And Mitka immediately felt somehow at ease from this. He grew bolder and blurted out:

And I noticed you on the first day, you were in a shawl!

Yes, what a shawl! Dasha laughed. - It's called a hat.

Mitya was confused. However, Dasha smiled. And the boy cheered up again.

Do you want me to show you the estate? - he asked.

I want, - answered Dasha.

Mitka walked as if flying on wings. He took Dasha to the horse yard, led her to the kennel, showed where the master's barns were, and then led him to the park and told him all the way about life on the estate. And about grandfather Eroshka, and about Palashka, and about the German.

The Story of the Fortress Boy

Chapter first Lady Mavra Ermolaevna

native village

Sold

How did you live

rods

geese

Felt boots

Road

Chapter Two Dasha

Count Gushchin

Dudka

Chapter two. Dasha

Chapter three. Guards lieutenant

Chapter Four. Good sir

Chapter first

MADY MAVR ERMOLAEVNA

NATIVE VILLAGE

SOLD

HOW LIVED

ROZGI

geese

Chapter Two

DASHA

COUNT GUSCHIN

DUDKA

DUMB

ARTISTS ARRIVED

GONE

Russian writer S. Alekseev

The story "The story of a serf boy"

Story structure

History of the story

The protagonist of the book

"The Story of a Serf Boy": a summary of the chapter "Mistress Mavra Ermolaevna"

Summary of the story "The Story of a Serf Boy": Chapter Two ("Dasha")

"Guard Lieutenant"

"Good sir"

Problems of the story

Chapter first
Lady Mavra Ermolaevna

Chapter Two
Dasha