Brief summary of the work Sorochinskaya Fair Gogol. Sorochinskaya fair

At the beginning of the story there is a description of the midday beauties of late summer in Little Russia. Along the road, carts loaded with goods are moving to the fair in Sorochynets, and many people are going there on foot. On one of the carts sits a black-browed girl - Paraska and her evil stepmother, followed by the owner, tired of the heat - Solopy Cherevik. Local fellows pay attention to the cart when it drives onto the bridge over the Psel River. One of them, dressed richer and brighter, starts a quarrel with his stepmother and admires the beauty of Paraskaya.

The incident is forgotten when the travelers arrive at the Cossack godfather Tsybula. Cherevik and his daughter soon go to the fair, jostling among people. Cherevik learns that the fair is being held in a “cursed place” and everyone is afraid of the appearance of the red scroll, which has already been confirmed. Cherevik fears for the brought wheat, but when he sees Paraska hugging the old fellow, he returns to a good mood. The young man is called Golopupenkov's son and, having taken Cherevik to the tent, he quickly arranges a wedding after a few drinks. His wife is against the wedding, Cherevik gives in to her. Gritsko is saddened; the gypsy who bought the oxen from him undertakes to help him (not for nothing).

Soon there is a commotion at the fair; many have seen the red scroll. Cherevik with his godfather and daughter change their minds about spending the night under the carts and hastily go home along with the frightened guests. Khavronya Nikiforovna, who did not expect her husband to return, hastily hides her lover, Popovich Afanasy Ivanovich, on boards right up to the ceiling and sits at the table as if on pins and needles. The godfather undertakes to tell the story of the red scroll: the devil was expelled from hell for some offense, out of grief he got drunk, drank everything and pawned the red scroll, with the promise to return for it in a year. The greedy innkeeper forgot about the deadline, sold the scroll to a passing gentleman, and when the devil came, he pretended that he had never seen him.

The devil left, but in the evening he interrupted the innkeeper’s prayer; terrible pigs with long legs like stilts appeared to him, they treated him with a whip until he confessed. The scroll disappeared, a gypsy stole the scroll from the lord and sold it to a reseller, who brought it to the fair in Sorochynets. Her trade did not go well, she realized that the problem was in the scroll and threw it into the fire, but the scroll did not burn, and the reseller threw it on someone else’s cart. New owner he cut the scroll into pieces with a prayer, scattered the pieces around and left. Since then, every year the devil with a pig's snout looks for pieces of his scroll at the fair; all he has left to find is the left sleeve. The story was interrupted several times by strange sounds, and at the end a window broke and a pig's snout stuck through the window.

There was a terrible commotion and the priest fell with a crash from under the ceiling, the godfather hid under his wife's hem, and Cherevik, grabbing a pot instead of a hat, started running until he fell in the middle of the road. In the morning, the fair is filled with new terrible rumors about the red scroll. Cherevik grumbles and leads the mare to be sold. But he notices a piece of red sleeve tied to the bridle and runs away in horror. The boys grab him and accuse him of stealing his own mare and, together with his godfather, who fled from the devilry he saw, they lock him in the barn. Both godfathers, mourning their bitter fate, are discovered by Golopupenkov’s son, who frees the slaves on the condition that Paraska be given to him. Returning home, Solopiy finds both a mare and buyers for the wheat. Soon everyone is having fun at the merry wedding, although the stepmother tried to stop her.

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Name: Sorochinskaya fair

Genre: Tale

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Part 1: 8min 48sec

Part 2: 8min 37sec

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The main characters of the story, Solopy Cherevik, his wife Khavronya Nikiforovna and his daughter Paraska, arrive at the fair with the goal of selling several bags of wheat and an old mare. The young man, whom the author initially calls “the young man in a white caftan,” whose name we later learn is Gritsko, finds Paraska very beautiful and begins to flirt with her. When Gritsko notices that the girl’s father has begun to get nervous about this, he declares that he is the son of one of Osopy’s friends and wants to marry his daughter. At first, Solopiy agrees, but then rejects the young man’s proposal due to the objections of his eternally dissatisfied wife. The young man decides to find a way out of this situation at all costs and sells all his cattle to one gypsy for next to nothing, on the condition that he will help him. While Khavronya is receiving Afanasy Ivanovich, the son of a priest, in her house, a group of people approaches the house, whom she heard and then quickly hides young man. People settle down in the house and Tsybulya, Cherevik’s friend, tells the story of the red caftan worn by the Devil himself, who was expelled from hell. He pawned this jacket to the Jew in order to buy it back later, but when the Devil comes back, it turns out that the Jew has already sold it. The devil got angry and cursed him to make pigs' heads loom in front of his windows. At this time, Khavronya’s hidden young lover grunts and people are scared, but the narrator continues his story. Meanwhile, the caftan was found and passed from one person to another, bringing a curse to its owners. Whoever owned it could not give anything, so it was passed from one peasant to another. One person realized the reason why his goods were not being bought. And he chopped up the caftan with an ax and scattered it around the Sorochinsky fair. Therefore, the Devil has to look for and put together his caftan. And at the time of telling this story, he only had to find the last piece, so he’s wandering around here somewhere now. After Tsybulya finished the story, a pig’s head appears in the window and a group of people get very scared, and Cherevik, out of fear, puts a pot on his head instead of a hat and runs out of the house, while someone behind him shouts “Damn!” The next morning, having overcome his embarrassment, Cherevik is forced to go to the fair to sell the mare. On the way, he meets a man who is interested in what he is selling. Pulling the reins, Cherevik hits himself in the face, and then realizes that the horse has disappeared and in its place a piece of red caftan has appeared. He is accused of stealing his own horse and his friend Tsybulya ties him up and leaves him in the barn. Where Cherevik is found by a young man in a white caftan and promises to rescue him if he gives his daughter Paraska to him. To which Cherevik agrees. They get married and the whole picture emerges from which we learn that the Devil was none other than a gypsy.

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Descriptions of intoxicating luxuries summer day This story begins in Little Russia. Among the beauty of the August afternoon, carts filled with goods and people on foot move to the fair in the town of Sorochinets. Behind one of the carts, loaded not only with hemp and sacks of wheat (for in addition, a black-browed maiden and her evil stepmother are sitting here), the owner, Solopy Cherevik, wanders exhausted by the heat. Having barely entered the bridge spanning Psel, the cart attracts the attention of the local boys, and one of them, “dressed more dapper than the others,” admiring the beauty of Paraskaya, starts a squabble with his evil-tongued stepmother. However, having arrived at the godfather, the Cossack Tsybula, the travelers forget this adventure for a while, and Cherevik and his daughter soon go to the fair. Here, jostling between the carts, he learns that the fair has been assigned a “cursed place”, they are afraid of the appearance of a red scroll, and there were sure signs of this. But no matter how concerned Cherevik is with the fate of his wheat, the sight of Paraska hugging his old boy returns him to his “former carelessness.” However, a resourceful young man, calling himself Golopupenkov’s son and taking advantage of his long-standing friendship, leads Cherevik into the tent, and after several drinks the wedding is already agreed upon. However, upon Cherevik’s return home, his formidable wife does not approve of this turn of events, and Cherevik backs down. A certain gypsy, trading oxen with the saddened Gritsko, not entirely disinterestedly undertakes to help him.

Soon, “a strange incident happened at the fair”: a red scroll appeared, and many saw it. That is why Cherevik with his godfather and daughter, who had previously planned to spend the night under the carts, hastily return home in the company of frightened guests, and Khavronya Nikiforovna, his formidable live-in wife, who until now delighted the priest Afanasy Ivanovich with her hospitality, is forced to hide him on boards right under the ceiling among all the household utensils and sit at common table like on pins and needles.

At Cherevik’s request, the godfather tells the story of the red scroll - how the devil was expelled from hell for some offense, how he drank out of grief, nestled in a barn under the mountain, drank everything he had in a tavern, and pawned his red scroll, threatening to come for her in a year. The greedy shaver forgot about the deadline and sold a prominent scroll to some passing gentleman, and when the devil appeared, he pretended that he had never seen him before. The devil is gone, but evening prayer The shankery was interrupted by pig snouts suddenly appearing in all the windows. Terrible pigs, “on legs as long as stilts,” treated him with whips until he admitted to deception. However, the scrolls could not be returned: the gentleman robbed the gypsies on the way, sold the scroll to a reseller, and she again brought it to the Sorochinsky fair, but the trade did not work out for her. Realizing that it was the scroll, she threw it into the fire, but the scroll did not burn, and the outbid slipped the “damn gift” onto someone else’s cart. New owner He got rid of the scroll only when, having crossed himself, he cut it into pieces, scattered it around and left. But from then on, every year during the fair, the devil “with the face of a pig” looks for pieces of his scroll, and now only his left sleeve is missing. At this point in the story, which was repeatedly interrupted by strange sounds, a window broke, “and a terrible pig’s face stuck out.”

Everything in the hut was confused: Popovich fell “with thunder and a crash,” the godfather crawled under his wife’s hem, and Cherevik, grabbing a pot instead of a hat, rushed out and soon fell exhausted in the middle of the road. In the morning, the fair, although full of terrible rumors about the red scroll, is still noisy, and Cherevik, who has already come across the red cuff of the scroll in the morning, grumblingly leads the mare to be sold. But, noticing that a piece of red sleeve was tied to the bridle and rushing to run in horror, Cherevik, suddenly captured by the lads, is accused of stealing his own mare and, together with the godfather who turned up, who fled from the devilry he had imagined, is tied up and thrown onto the straw in the barn. Here both godfathers, mourning their share, are found by Golopupenkov’s son. Having reprimanded Paraska to himself, he frees the slaves and sends Solopius home, where not only the miraculously found mare, but also the buyers of her and the wheat await him. And although the frantic stepmother tries to interfere with the cheerful wedding, soon everyone is dancing, and even the decrepit old women, who, however, are carried away not by the general joy, but only by the intoxication.

This story begins with a description of the intoxicating luxuries of a summer day in Little Russia. Among the beauty of the August afternoon, carts filled with goods and people on foot move to the fair in the town of Sorochinets. Behind one of the carts, loaded not only with hemp and sacks of wheat (for in addition, a black-browed maiden and her evil stepmother are sitting here), wanders the owner, Solopy Cherevik, exhausted by the heat. Having barely entered the bridge spanning Psel, the cart attracts the attention of the local boys, and one of them, “dressed more dapper than the others,” admiring the beauty of Paraskaya, starts a squabble with his evil-tongued stepmother. However, having arrived at the godfather, the Cossack Tsybula, the travelers forget this adventure for a while, and Cherevik and his daughter soon go to the fair. Here, jostling between the carts, he learns that the fair has been assigned a “cursed place”, they are afraid of the appearance of a red scroll, and there were sure signs of this. But no matter how concerned Cherevik is with the fate of his wheat, the sight of Paraska hugging his old boy returns him to his “former carelessness.” However, a resourceful young man, calling himself Golopupenkov’s son and taking advantage of his long-standing friendship, leads Cherevik into the tent, and after several drinks the wedding is already agreed upon. However, upon Cherevik’s return home, his formidable wife does not approve of this turn of events, and Cherevik backs down. A certain gypsy, trading oxen with the saddened Gritsko, not entirely disinterestedly undertakes to help him.

Soon, “a strange incident happened at the fair”: a red scroll appeared, and many saw it. That is why Cherevik with his godfather and daughter, who had previously planned to spend the night under the carts, hastily return home in the company of frightened guests, and Khavronya Nikiforovna, his formidable live-in wife, who until now delighted the priest Afanasy Ivanovich with her hospitality, is forced to hide him on boards right under the ceiling among all the household utensils and sit at the common table on tenterhooks. At Cherevik’s request, the godfather tells the story of the red scroll - how the devil was expelled from hell for some offense, how he drank out of grief, nestled in a barn under the mountain, drank everything he had in a tavern, and pawned his red scroll, threatening to come for her in a year. The greedy shaver forgot about the deadline and sold a prominent scroll to some passing gentleman, and when the devil appeared, he pretended that he had never seen him before. The devil left, but the tavern's evening prayer was interrupted by pigs' snouts suddenly appearing in all the windows. Terrible pigs, “on legs as long as stilts,” treated him with whips until he admitted to deception. However, the scrolls could not be returned: the gentleman robbed the gypsies on the way, sold the scroll to a reseller, and she again brought it to the Sorochinsky fair, but the trade did not work out for her. Realizing that it was the scroll, she threw it into the fire, but the scroll did not burn, and the outbid slipped the “damn gift” onto someone else’s cart. The new owner got rid of the scroll only when, having crossed himself, he cut it into pieces, scattered it around and left. But from then on, every year during the fair, the devil “with the face of a pig” looks for pieces of his scroll, and now only his left sleeve is missing. At this point in the story, which was repeatedly interrupted by strange sounds, a window broke, “and a terrible pig’s face stuck out.”

Everything in the hut was confused: Popovich fell “with thunder and a crash,” the godfather crawled under his wife’s hem, and Cherevik, grabbing a pot instead of a hat, rushed out and soon fell exhausted in the middle of the road. In the morning, the fair, although full of terrible rumors about the red scroll, is still noisy, and Cherevik, who has already come across the red cuff of the scroll in the morning, grumblingly leads the mare to be sold. But, noticing that a piece of red sleeve was tied to the bridle and rushing to run in horror, Cherevik, suddenly captured by the lads, is accused of stealing his own mare and, together with the godfather who turned up, who fled from the devilry he had imagined, is tied up and thrown onto the straw in the barn. Here both godfathers, mourning their share, are found by Golopupenkov’s son. Having reprimanded Paraska to himself, he frees the slaves and sends Solopy home, where not only the miraculously found mare is waiting for him, but also the buyers of her and the wheat. And although the frantic stepmother tries to interfere with the cheerful wedding, soon everyone is dancing, and even the decrepit old women, who, however, are carried away not by the general joy, but only by the intoxication.

A strange incident happened at the fair: everything was filled with rumors that somewhere between the goods there appeared red scroll. The old woman selling bagels seemed to imagine Satan, in the image of a pig, who was constantly bending over the carts, as if he was looking for something. This quickly spread to all corners of the already quiet camp; and everyone considered it a crime not to believe, despite the fact that the bagel seller, whose mobile stand was next to the shaver's yatka, bowed all day unnecessarily and wrote with her feet a perfect likeness of her tasty product. To this were added even more news about a miracle seen by the volost clerk in a collapsed barn, so that by night they huddled closer and closer to each other; the calm was destroyed, and fear prevented everyone from closing their eyes; and those who were not quite brave and had reserved accommodation for the night in huts, went home. Among the latter were Cherevik, his godfather and his daughter, who, together with the guests who asked to come to their house, made a strong knock that so frightened our Khivrya. Kuma is already a little confused. This could be seen from the fact that he drove his cart through the yard twice until he found the hut. The guests were also in a cheerful mood and entered without ceremony before the host himself. Our Cherevik’s wife sat as if on pins and needles when they began to rummage around in all corners of the hut. “What, godfather! - cried the godfather who came in, “are you still shaking with fever?” “Yes, I’m not feeling well,” answered Khivrya, looking restlessly at the boards placed under the ceiling. “Come on, wife, get the eggplant out of the cart!” - the godfather said to his wife who came with him, - we will get it with good people, otherwise the damned women scared us so much that it’s embarrassing to say. After all, by God, brothers, we drove here for nothing! - he continued, sipping from a clay mug. “I’ll immediately put on a new hat if the women don’t think of laughing at us.” Yes, even if it really is Satan: what is Satan? Spit on his head! If only this very minute he would take it into his head to stand here, for example, in front of me: if I were a son of a dog, if I didn’t put the blow right under his nose!” - “Why did you suddenly turn all pale?” - shouted one of the guests, who was taller than everyone else and always tried to show himself as brave. “I... The Lord is with you! I dreamed!” The guests chuckled. A satisfied smile appeared on the face of the eloquent brave man. “Where should he turn pale now! - picked up another, - his cheeks blossomed like a poppy; Now he’s not a little girl, but a Buryak - or better, like that red scroll, which scared people so much.” The eggplant rolled across the table and made the guests even more cheerful than before. Here is our Cherevik, whom I have been tormenting for a long time red scroll and did not give rest for a minute to his curious spirit, he approached his godfather. “Say, be kind, godfather! I beg you, but I won’t ask you for a story about this damned scroll» .

- Eh, godfather! it would not be suitable to tell at night; Yes, perhaps in order to please you and good people (he turned to the guests), who, I notice, want to know about this wonder just as much as you do. Well, be it so. Listen! “Here he scratched his shoulders, wiped himself with his hollow, put both hands on the table and began:

- Once upon a time, for what guilt, by God, I don’t even know anymore, they just kicked one devil out of hell.

- How about it, godfather? - interrupted Cherevik, - how could it happen that the devil was kicked out of the heat?

- What should we do, godfather? kicked out, and kicked out, like a man kicks a dog out of the hut. Maybe he was inspired to do some good deed, and the door was shown to him. Look, the poor devil has become so bored, so bored with the heat that he’s almost to death. What to do? Let's get drunk out of grief. Nestled in that very barn that you saw collapsed under the mountain, and by which no one a kind person now he will not pass without protecting himself in advance with the holy cross, and the devil has become such a reveler as you will not find among the boys. From morning to evening, every now and then he sits in the tavern!..

Here again the strict Cherevik interrupted our narrator: “God knows what you are saying, godfather! How is it possible for someone to let the devil into a tavern? After all, thank God, he has claws on his paws and horns on his head.”

“That’s the thing, he was wearing a hat and mittens.” Who will recognize him? I walked and walked and finally got to the point where I drank everything I had with me. Shinkar believed for a long time, then he stopped. The devil had to pawn his red scroll, at almost a third of the price, to a Jew who was chopping at the Sorochinsky fair; pawned it and said to him: “Look, Jew, I will come to you for the scroll in exactly a year: take care of it!” - and disappeared, as if into water. The Jew took a good look at the scroll: the cloth is such that you couldn’t get it in Mirgorod! and the red color burns like fire, so I couldn’t see enough of it! The Jew found it boring to wait for the deadline. He scratched his little dogs, and tore off at least five ducats from some visiting gentleman. The Jew had completely forgotten about the deadline. One day, in the evening, a man comes: “Well, Jew, give me my scroll!” At first the Jew didn’t recognize it, but after he saw it, he pretended that he had never seen it: “What scroll? I don't have any scroll! I don’t know your scroll!” He, lo and behold, left; Only in the evening, when the Jew, having locked his kennel and counted the money in his chests, threw a sheet over himself and began to pray to God like a Jew, he heard a rustling... lo and behold, pigs' snouts were exposed in all the windows...

Here, in fact, some vague sound was heard, very similar to the grunting of a pig; everyone turned pale... Sweat appeared on the narrator’s face.

- What? - Cherevik said in fright.

“Nothing!..” answered the godfather, shaking his whole body.

- Hey! - one of the guests responded.

- You said…

- Who grunted that?

- God knows why we were alarmed! Nobody here! “Everyone timidly began to look around and began to rummage in the corners. Khivrya was neither alive nor dead. - Oh, you women! women! “she said loudly, “should you become Cossacks and be husbands!” You should have a spindle in your hands and put it behind the comb! Someone, maybe, God forgive me... The bench creaked under someone, and everyone rushed around like half-witted people!

This put our brave men to shame and made them take heart; the godfather took a sip from the mug and began to tell further: “The Jew died; however, the pigs, on legs as long as stilts, climbed into the windows and instantly revived him with wicker three-pieces, forcing him to dance higher than this bastard. The Jew stood at his feet and confessed everything... But the scrolls could no longer be returned soon. Pana was robbed on the road by some gypsy and sold the scroll to a reseller; she brought her again to the Sorochinsky fair, but since then no one has bought anything from her. The repurchase was surprised and amazed and finally realized: it’s true that the red scroll is to blame for everything. No wonder, when putting it on, she felt that something was pressing on her. Without thinking, without wondering for a long time, I threw it into the fire - the demonic clothes do not burn! Eh, this is a damn gift! She managed to outbid and slipped it into the cart of one guy who took it out to sell the oil. The fool was happy; But no one wants to ask for oil. Eh, unkind hands threw the scroll! He grabbed the ax and chopped it into pieces; lo and behold, one piece climbs into another, and again the whole scroll. Having crossed himself, he grabbed the ax another time, scattered the pieces all over the place and left. Only since then, every year, and just during the fair, a devil with a pig's face walks around the entire square, grunting and picking up pieces of his scroll. Now, they say, only his left sleeve is missing. Since then, people have been disowning that place, and it will be about ten years since there was a fair there. Yes, the assessor now had a hard time yanking about...” The other half of the word froze on the narrator’s lips: the window rattled with noise; The glass, ringing, flew out, and a terrible pig's face stuck out, moving its eyes, as if asking: what are you doing here, good people?

Horror gripped everyone in the house. The godfather with his mouth open turned into stone. His eyes bulged, as if they wanted to shoot; the open fingers remained motionless in the air. The tall brave man, in invincible fear, jumped up to the ceiling and hit his head on the crossbar; the boards leaned in, and Popovich flew to the ground with a thunder and crash. “Ay! ah! ah!” - one shouted desperately, falling onto the bench in horror and dangling his arms and legs on it. - “Save!” - bawled another, covering himself with a sheepskin coat. The godfather, brought out of his petrification by secondary fright, crawled in convulsions under the hem of his wife. The tall brave man climbed into the oven, despite the narrow opening, and closed himself with the damper. And Cherevik, as if doused with hot boiling water, grabbed a pot on his head instead of a hat, rushed to the door and, like a half-witted man, ran through the streets, not seeing the ground beneath him; Fatigue alone only forced him to slow down his running speed a little. His heart was beating like a mill mortar, and his sweat was pouring out like hail. Exhausted, he was just about to fall to the ground, when suddenly he heard that someone was chasing him from behind... His spirit began to swell... “Damn! crap!" - he shouted without memory, tripling his strength, and a minute later he fell unconscious to the ground. "Crap! crap!" - they shouted after him, and he only heard something noisily rushing at him. Then his memory fled from him, and he, like a terrible tenant of a cramped coffin, remained mute and motionless in the middle of the road...