“On the bank of the desert waves” of the Neva, Peter stands and thinks about the city that will be built here and which will become Russia’s window to Europe. A hundred years have passed, and the city "from the darkness of the forests, from the swamp of blat / Ascended magnificently, proudly." Peter's creation is beautiful, it is a triumph of harmony and light that has replaced chaos and darkness.
November in St. Petersburg breathed cold, the Neva splashed and rustled. Late in the evening, a petty official named Evgeny returns home to his closet in a poor district of St. Petersburg called Kolomna. Once his family was noble, but now even the memory of this has been erased, and Eugene himself is shy of noble people. He lies down, but cannot fall asleep, distracted by thoughts of his situation, that bridges have been removed from the rising river and that this will separate him from his beloved, Parasha, who lives on the other side, for two or three days. The thought of Parasha gives rise to dreams of marriage and a future happy and modest life in the family circle, together with a loving and beloved wife and children. Finally, lulled by sweet thoughts, Eugene falls asleep.
“The mist of a rainy night is thinning / And the pale day is already coming ...” The coming day brings terrible misfortune. The Neva, unable to overcome the force of the wind that blocked its path to the bay, rushed over the city and flooded it. The weather became more and more fierce, and soon all of Petersburg was under water. The raging waves behave like soldiers of an enemy army that has taken the city by storm. The people see God's wrath in this and await execution. The tsar, who ruled Russia that year, goes out onto the balcony of the palace and says that “the elements of God / Tsars cannot be co-ruled.”
At this time, on Petrovskaya Square, astride a marble statue of a lion at the porch of a new luxurious house, the motionless Yevgeny sits, not feeling how the wind tore off his hat, how the rising water wets his soles, how the rain whips into his face. He looks at the opposite bank of the Neva, where his beloved and her mother live in their poor house very close to the water. As if bewitched by gloomy thoughts, Eugene cannot budge, and with his back to him, towering over the elements, “an idol on a bronze horse stands with outstretched hand.”
But finally, the Neva entered the banks, the water subsided, and Eugene, with a sinking soul, hurries to the river, finds a boatman and crosses to the other side. He runs down the street and cannot recognize familiar places. Everything is destroyed by the flood, everything around resembles a battlefield, bodies are lying around. Eugene hurries to where the familiar house stood, but does not find it. He sees a willow growing at the gate, but there is no gate itself. Unable to endure the shock, Eugene laughed, losing his mind.
A new day, rising over St. Petersburg, no longer finds traces of the previous destruction, everything is put in order, the city began to live its usual life. Only Eugene could not resist the shocks. He wanders about the city, full of gloomy thoughts, and the sound of a storm is constantly heard in his ears. So he spends a week, a month in wanderings, wandering, eating alms, sleeping on the pier. Angry children throw stones after him, and the coachmen are whipped, but he does not seem to notice any of this. He is still deafened by internal anxiety. One day closer to autumn, in inclement weather, Eugene wakes up and vividly recalls last year's horror. He gets up, hurriedly wanders around and suddenly sees a house, in front of the porch of which there are marble statues of lions with raised paws, and “above the fenced rock” on a bronze horse sits a horseman with outstretched hand. Eugene's thoughts suddenly clear up, he recognizes this place and the one "by whose fateful will / Under the sea the city was founded ...". Eugene walks around the foot of the monument, looking wildly at the statue, he feels extraordinary excitement and anger and threatens the monument in anger, but suddenly it seemed to him that the face of the formidable king was turning to him, and anger sparkled in his eyes, and Eugene rushed away, hearing a heavy clatter of copper hooves. And all night the unfortunate man rushes about the city and it seems to him that the rider with a heavy stomp is galloping after him everywhere. And from that time on, if he happened to pass through the square on which the statue stands, he embarrassedly took off his cap in front of him and pressed his hand to his heart, as if asking for forgiveness from the formidable idol.
A small deserted island is visible on the seashore, where fishermen sometimes moor. The flood brought here an empty dilapidated house, at the threshold of which they found the corpse of poor Eugene and immediately "buried for God's sake."
And he thinks about the city that he would like to build here. This city, according to his calculations, should become a window to Europe. A hundred years have passed since then, and the city appeared on the banks of the Neva. This is the creation of Peter, personifying harmony and light.
November was outside. The weather was chilly and windy. The Neva roared and overflowed its banks. One evening a young man named Eugene was returning home. He was poor, which made him very burdensome. And he lived in a miserable closet in one of the poorest districts of the city. Once his family was noble, but now no one cared about it, and he himself shunned rich and noble people.
That night he could not sleep. He was weighed down by thoughts about life, about his position in society and about the coming river. Because of this, bridges can be removed, and then he will not be able to see his beloved Parasha, who lives on the other side of the Neva, for a couple of days. Thinking of Parasha, he imagined marriage, children and a modest family life. With such sweet thoughts he fell asleep.
The next day it became known about the terrible misfortune. Petersburg was flooded with water. Many houses, along with the inhabitants, were washed away. It seemed that there was some kind of divine punishment in this. The king watches the disaster from the balcony and is terribly upset. Meanwhile, Eugene worries about Parasha. After all, she lives in a dilapidated house right next to the bay. The thought that Parasha and his mother could die haunts him. Next to him stands a monument to Peter - "Idol on a bronze horse."
When the Neva returned to the banks, Eugene went to the opposite bank to look for his beloved Parasha. But everything was destroyed there. There were no houses left, no inhabitants. Dead bodies lay everywhere, and the shore looked like a battlefield. Only one willow remained from Parasha's house, which grew nearby. The young man could not endure such a shock and lost his mind.
The new day hid all the old destruction. Petersburg again began to live a familiar life. And only Eugene could not live as before. He silently wandered around the city with gloomy thoughts in his head and the sound of a storm in his ears. So a week passed, a month, and he still wandered around the city. He began to eat alms and sleep on the pier. The evil children of the unit threw stones at him, and the coachmen were beaten with a whip, but he did not care. He did not notice anything, because he was deafened by inner anxiety.
Closer to autumn, when the weather was as inclement as during last year's horror, Eugene woke up and wandered off wherever his eyes looked. Suddenly he stopped at a house with marble lions, where a rider was seated on a bronze horse with an outstretched hand. He realized that he was standing before the one by whose decree this city was founded. He walked around the monument, then looked menacingly into his eyes. In response, anger flashed in the eyes of the formidable king, and Eugene rushed away. Behind him he heard the clatter of copper hooves. All night he wandered with the thought that the rider was following him.
Since then, when he passed by this monument, he always took off his cap in front of it and looked with prayer at the formidable horseman, as if atoning for his sin. Some time later, a dilapidated house was found on the island, washed away by the river, and Eugene lay dead at the threshold. The unfortunate man was immediately "buried for God's sake."
The action starts with symbolic picture: Peter the Great stands on the banks of the Neva and dreams that a new one will rise here in a few years European city that it will be the capital Russian Empire. A hundred years pass, and now this city - the creation of Peter - is a symbol of Russia. The summary of the "Bronze Horseman" allows you to find out the compressed plot of the poem, helps to plunge into the atmosphere autumn city. It's November outside. A young man named Eugene is walking along the streets. He is a petty official who is afraid of noble people and is ashamed of his position. Eugene goes and dreams of his prosperous life, he thinks that he missed his beloved girlfriend Parasha, whom he had not seen for several days. This thought gives rise to calm dreams of family and happiness. The young man comes home and falls asleep under the "sound" of these thoughts. The next day brings terrible news: a terrible storm broke out in the city, and a severe flood claimed the lives of many people. Natural force did not spare anyone: a violent wind, a ferocious Neva - all this frightened Evgeny. He sits with his back to the "bronze idol". This is a monument. He notices that there is nothing on the opposite bank, where his beloved Parasha lived.
He heads headlong there and discovers that the elements did not spare him, a poor petty official, he sees that yesterday's dreams will not come true. Eugene, not understanding what he is doing, not understanding where his feet are leading, goes there, to his "bronze idol". Bronze Horseman proudly rises on It seems that here it is - steadfastness, but you can’t argue with nature ... The young man blames Peter the Great for all his troubles, he even reproaches him that he built this city, erected it on the violent Neva. But then an insight occurs: the young man seems to wake up and looks with fear at the Bronze Horseman. He runs, runs as fast as he can, no one knows where, no one knows why. He hears behind him the sound of hooves and the neighing of horses, he turns around and sees that the “bronze idol” is rushing after him.
Summary "The Bronze Horseman" - the stories of A.S. Pushkin - helps to find out the plot, evaluate the sequence of actions. Despite the gloomy range of events described, this work is symbolic for the city on the Neva. No wonder the lines "Show off, city of Petrov ..." forever became the epigraph to the city. The work exalts Peter the Great and the story that poor Eugene could not come to terms with ...
“On the bank of the desert waves” of the Neva, Peter stands and thinks about the city that will be built here and which will become Russia’s window to Europe. A hundred years have passed, and the city "from the darkness of the forests, from the swamp of blat / Ascended magnificently, proudly." Peter's creation is beautiful, it is a triumph of harmony and light that has replaced chaos and darkness.
November in St. Petersburg breathed cold, the Neva splashed and rustled. Late in the evening, a petty official named Evgeny returns home to his closet in a poor district of St. Petersburg called Kolomna. Once his family was noble, but now even the memory of this has been erased, and Eugene himself is shy of noble people. He lies down, but cannot fall asleep, entertained by thoughts of his situation, that bridges have been removed from the rising river and that this will separate him for two or three days from his beloved, Parasha, who lives on the other side. The thought of Parasha gives rise to dreams of marriage and a future happy and modest life in the family circle, together with a loving and beloved wife and children. Finally, lulled by sweet thoughts, Eugene falls asleep.
“The haze of a rainy night is thinning / And the pale day is already coming ...” The coming day brings terrible misfortune. The Neva, unable to overcome the force of the wind that blocked its path to the bay, rushed over the city and flooded it. The weather became more and more fierce, and soon all of Petersburg was under water. The raging waves behave like soldiers of an enemy army that has taken the city by storm. The people see God's wrath in this and await execution. The tsar, who ruled Russia that year, goes out onto the balcony of the palace and says that “the elements of God / Tsars cannot be co-ruled.”
At this time, on Petrovskaya Square, astride a marble statue of a lion at the porch of a new luxurious house, the motionless Yevgeny sits, not feeling how the wind tore off his hat, how the rising water wets his soles, how the rain whips into his face. He looks at the opposite bank of the Neva, where his beloved and her mother live in their poor house very close to the water. As if bewitched by gloomy thoughts, Eugene cannot budge, and with his back to him, towering over the elements, “an idol on a bronze horse stands with outstretched hand.”
But finally, the Neva entered the banks, the water subsided, and Eugene, with a sinking soul, hurries to the river, finds a boatman and crosses to the other side. He runs down the street and cannot recognize familiar places. Everything is destroyed by the flood, everything around resembles a battlefield, bodies are lying around. Eugene hurries to where the familiar house stood, but does not find it. He sees a willow growing at the gate, but there is no gate itself. Unable to endure the shock, Eugene laughed, losing his mind.
A new day, rising over St. Petersburg, no longer finds traces of the destruction of the past, everything is put in order, the city began to live its usual life. Only Eugene could not resist the shocks. He wanders about the city, full of gloomy thoughts, and the sound of a storm is constantly heard in his ears. So he spends a week, a month in wanderings, wandering, eating alms, sleeping on the pier. Angry children throw stones after him, and the coachmen are whipped, but he does not seem to notice any of this. He is still deafened by inner anxiety. One day closer to autumn, in inclement weather, Eugene wakes up and vividly recalls last year's horror. He gets up, hurriedly wanders around and suddenly sees a house, in front of the porch of which there are marble statues of lions with raised paws, and “above the fenced rock” on a bronze horse sits a rider with an outstretched hand. Eugene's thoughts suddenly clear up, he recognizes this place and the one "by whose fateful will / Under the sea the city was founded ...". Eugene walks around the foot of the monument, looking wildly at the statue, he feels extraordinary excitement and anger and threatens the monument in anger, but suddenly it seemed to him that the face of the formidable king was turning to him, and anger sparkled in his eyes, and Eugene rushed away, hearing a heavy clatter of copper hooves. And all night the unfortunate man rushes about the city and it seems to him that the horseman with a heavy stomp is galloping after him everywhere. And from that time on, if he happened to pass through the square on which the statue stands, he embarrassedly took off his cap in front of him and pressed his hand to his heart, as if asking for forgiveness from the formidable idol.
A small deserted island is visible on the seashore, where fishermen sometimes moor. The flood brought here an empty dilapidated house, at the threshold of which they found the corpse of poor Eugene and immediately "buried for God's sake."
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
"Bronze Horseman"
“On the bank of the desert waves” of the Neva, Peter stands and thinks about the city that will be built here and which will become Russia’s window to Europe. A hundred years have passed, and the city "from the darkness of the forests, from the swamp of blat / Ascended magnificently, proudly." Peter's creation is beautiful, it is a triumph of harmony and light that has replaced chaos and darkness.
November in St. Petersburg breathed cold, the Neva splashed and rustled. Late in the evening, a petty official named Evgeny returns home to his closet in a poor district of St. Petersburg called Kolomna. Once his family was noble, but now even the memory of this has been erased, and Eugene himself is shy of noble people. He lies down, but cannot fall asleep, distracted by thoughts of his situation, that bridges have been removed from the rising river and that this will separate him from his beloved, Parasha, who lives on the other side, for two or three days. The thought of Parasha gives rise to dreams of marriage and a future happy and modest life in the family circle, together with a loving and beloved wife and children. Finally, lulled by sweet thoughts, Eugene falls asleep.
“The haze of a rainy night is thinning / And the pale day is already coming ...” The coming day brings terrible misfortune. The Neva, unable to overcome the force of the wind that blocked its path to the bay, rushed over the city and flooded it. The weather became more and more fierce, and soon all of Petersburg was under water. The raging waves behave like soldiers of an enemy army that has taken the city by storm. The people see God's wrath in this and await execution. The tsar, who ruled Russia that year, goes out onto the balcony of the palace and says that “the elements of God / Tsars cannot be co-ruled.”
At this time, on Petrovskaya Square, astride a marble statue of a lion at the porch of a new luxurious house, the motionless Yevgeny sits, not feeling how the wind tore off his hat, how the rising water wets his soles, how the rain whips into his face. He looks at the opposite bank of the Neva, where his beloved and her mother live in their poor house very close to the water. As if bewitched by gloomy thoughts, Eugene cannot budge, and with his back to him, towering over the elements, “an idol on a bronze horse stands with outstretched hand.”
But finally, the Neva entered the banks, the water subsided, and Eugene, with a sinking soul, hurries to the river, finds a boatman and crosses to the other side. He runs down the street and cannot recognize familiar places. Everything is destroyed by the flood, everything around resembles a battlefield, bodies are lying around. Eugene hurries to where the familiar house stood, but does not find it. He sees a willow growing at the gate, but there is no gate itself. Unable to endure the shock, Eugene laughed, losing his mind.
A new day, rising over St. Petersburg, no longer finds traces of the previous destruction, everything is put in order, the city began to live its usual life. Only Eugene could not resist the shocks. He wanders about the city, full of gloomy thoughts, and the sound of a storm is constantly heard in his ears. So he spends a week, a month in wanderings, wandering, eating alms, sleeping on the pier. Angry children throw stones after him, and the coachmen are whipped, but he does not seem to notice any of this. He is still deafened by internal anxiety. One day closer to autumn, in inclement weather, Eugene wakes up and vividly recalls last year's horror. He gets up, hurriedly wanders around and suddenly sees a house, in front of the porch of which there are marble statues of lions with raised paws, and “above the fenced rock” on a bronze horse sits a horseman with outstretched hand. Eugene's thoughts suddenly clear up, he recognizes this place and the one "by whose fateful will / Under the sea the city was founded ...". Eugene walks around the foot of the monument, looking wildly at the statue, he feels extraordinary excitement and anger and threatens the monument in anger, but suddenly it seemed to him that the face of the formidable king was turning to him, and anger sparkled in his eyes, and Eugene rushed away, hearing a heavy clatter of copper hooves. And all night the unfortunate man rushes about the city and it seems to him that the rider with a heavy stomp is galloping after him everywhere. And from that time on, if he happened to pass through the square on which the statue stands, he embarrassedly took off his cap in front of him and pressed his hand to his heart, as if asking for forgiveness from the formidable idol.
A small deserted island is visible on the seashore, where fishermen sometimes moor. The flood brought here an empty dilapidated house, at the threshold of which they found the corpse of poor Eugene and immediately "buried for God's sake."
The bank of the noisy Neva, on which Peter stands. He thinks about the city that will be built and open Russia's window to Europe.
The November days in St. Petersburg were chilly. The Neva rustled and splashed, as if warning of something. Late in the evening, returning to his room, which was located in the poorest district of St. Petersburg, with the name Kolomna, the petty official Evgeny. In the old days, his family was very noble and rich, but Eugene himself eschews noble people. He thinks for a long time about his position, that the bridge was removed from the river, and this will separate him for two days from the girl Parasha, who lives on the other side. Sweet dreams of married life with family and children carried him far away. Thinking, he, lulled by sweet thoughts, falls asleep.
This day brought great misfortune to everyone. The Neva rushed over the city, flooding it. The weather was raging on the move. And the waves of the raging Neva took the city by storm. The people blame themselves for having angered God, and now the punishments are coming true.
Yevgeny is sitting on Petrovsky Square. He does not feel how the wind has blown his hat off his head, how it wets the soles of his boots, how the rain is whipping into his face and down the collar of his frock coat. He looks at the other side of the Neva, where his girlfriend lives in her decrepit house with her mother. Eugene cannot move, and with his back to him, towering above the elements, stands a bronze horseman with outstretched arm on a bronze horse.
Gradually the wind died down and the water subsided. Eugene with an anxious heart hurries to the Neva River. Having crossed to the other side, he does not recognize familiar places. Everything around is destroyed and ruined. Where the house stood is empty. And at the gate, where the willow grew, there is no gate itself. From the shocks experienced, he began to laugh loudly, having lost his mind.
Everything changed with the new day. Everything was removed and repaired. Eugene walks around the city, and the sound of the waves is still in his ears. He wanders gloomily near the pier, as if looking for something. The kids, seeing him, begin to tease and throw stones at the trail, the coachmen are driven away. Here he saw the place where the bronze horse stands, and the formidable king sits on it. Eugene runs from excitement.
Since then, passing through the area where the monument stands, Eugene takes off his cap and asks for forgiveness. Fishermen sometimes moor to a small island, where a house was flooded, at the threshold, which was found by the body of Eugene.