The story "A horse with a pink mane" is included in the collectionworks of VP Astafiev under the title "The Last Bow". This cycle of autobiographical stories the author has created for several years. The summer, the forest, the high heaven, the light-heartedness, the lightness, the transparency of the soul and the endless freedom that come only in childhood, and those first lessons of life that are firmly preserved by our memory ... They terribly fear, but thanks to them you grow and feel the world- new.
Astafyev VP, "Horse with a pink mane": a summary
The story is written in the first person - a smallan orphaned boy who lives with his grandparents in the village. Once, after returning from neighbors, my grandmother sends her grandson to the forest behind the strawberries together with the neighbors. How not to go? After all, my grandmother promised to sell his tuesok berries along with their goods and for the money they received to buy a carrot. It was not just a carrot, but a carrot in the form of a horse: white-white, with a pink tail, mane, hooves and even eyes. He was allowed to go out for walks. And when you have the most cherished and desired "horse with a pink mane" in your bosom, you are a truly respected and respected "person" in all games.
On the heap the protagonist went along with the childrenLevontia. "Levontievsky" lived in the neighborhood and differed in violent character and carelessness. The house is without a fence, without platbands and shutters, with some glazed windows, but a "sloboda", like an endless sea, and the "nishto" eye does not depress ... True, in the spring the Levontevsky family dug up the land, planted something around the house, erected a fence from twigs and old boards. But not for long. In winter, all this "good" gradually disappeared in the Russian oven.
The main goal in life was to get to the neighborafter pay. On this day everyone was seized with some kind of anxiety, a fever. In the morning, Aunt Vasenya, the wife of Uncle Levontia, ran home, she paid her debts. By evening, the house was in a real holiday. Everything fell on the table-sweets, gingerbreads ... Everyone was treated, and then they dragged on their favorite song about the miserable "penny-hole" that the sailor brought from Africa ... All cried, became pitiful, melancholy, and so good at heart! At night, Levonti asked his main question: "What is zest?", And everyone understood that we must quickly grab the remaining sweets, because my father will fight, beat the remains of the glasses and swear. The next day, Levantiha again ran around her neighbors, borrowing money, potatoes, flour ... That's it with the Levantev "eagles" the main character and went to collect strawberries. They collected for a long time, diligently, quietly. Suddenly there was a fuss and screams: the eldest saw that the younger gather the berry not in the dishes, but directly into the mouth. A fight broke out. But after an unequal battle, the elder brother became dejected and drooped. He decided to collect a rationed delicacy, and to spite everyone - in his mouth, in his mouth ... After unsuccessful efforts for the home-for the family carefree kids ran to the river to sprinkle. Then they noticed that our hero is full of wild strawberry. Without thinking twice, they beat up his "income" to eat. Trying to prove that he is not greedy and is not afraid of Petrovna's grandmother, the boy dumps his "booty." In a moment the berries disappeared. He got nothing left, a couple of pieces, and those are green.
Katerina Petrovna did not notice the dirty trick. She praised her grandson, gave it to eat, and decided not to pour berries, and so to drive early in the morning to the market. Trouble went nearby, but it cost, and the main character with an easy heart went for a walk on the street. But he could not stand it and boasted of unprecedented success. Tricky Sanka understood what was happening, and demanded for silence one kalach. I had to secretly make my way into the pantry and bring one kalach, then another, and more, until he "got drunk".
The night was restless. Sleep was not there. Peace "Andel" did not condescend to the soul. So I wanted to go, and tell everything: about berries, about Levotievsky guys, and about kalachi ... But my grandmother quickly fell asleep. Decided to get up early, and before her departure, repent of the deed. But I overslept. In the morning, in an empty hut, it became even more unbearable. He loitered, loitered about nothing, and decided to go back to Levantievsky, and they all went fishing together. In the midst of the bite, he sees a boat emerging from around the corner. In it, among other sits a grandmother. Seeing her, the boy grabbed the fishing rods and rushed to run. "Stop! ... Stop, you swindler! ... Hold him!" She cried, but he was already far away.
Late in the evening, Aunt Fenya led him home. He quickly made his way into the cold storeroom, burrowed and quieted down, listening. The night went down, the sound of barking of dogs, the voices of youth, which was going after work, heard and sang in the distance. But my grandmother did not go in. It was absolutely quiet, cold and melancholy. I remembered how my mother also went to the town to sell the berry, and once the overloaded boat overturned, she hit her head and drowned. For a long time looking for her. Grandmother spent several days beside the river, throwing bread in the water to pity the river, to propitiate the Lord ...
The little boy woke up from the bright sunlight,which broke through the muddy dirty windows of the pantry. He was thrown on by an old-fashioned old man's grandfather, and his heart was beating with joy - his grandfather came, he would surely regret it, would not let him offend. I heard the voice of Catherine Petrovna. She told someone about the tricks of her grandson. She needed to speak out and relieve her heart. Here my grandfather came in, grinned, winked, told me to go for forgiveness to ask - because otherwise it is impossible. It's shameful and scary ... And suddenly he saw a sugar-white "horse with a pink mane" jumping "on a scraped kitchen table" ...
Since then, a lot of water has flowed under the bridge. For a long time there is no grandmother or grandfather. Yes, and the protagonist has long grown, his own "life is tending to decline." But he will never forget that day. A horse with a pink mane remained forever in his heart ...
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