Sergey Nikolaevich SHESHUKOV (1974) - teacher of Russian language and literature at the Lyceum at Syktyvkar State University.

Materials for test papers and quizzes for Goncharov's novel "Oblomov"

Before studying a new literary work, I advise colleagues to conduct verification work that resembles a quiz. Usually, quiz questions relate to knowledge of the text of works, they allow children to pay attention to very important details when reading (portrait of a hero, interior, new vocabulary). The children quickly get used to this type of tasks and, starting to read a new work, they already involuntarily peer into the details about which they “may be asked”. And this develops the ability to notice a lot in the text. The quiz allows the teacher to find out who has mastered the text of the work - without this it is impossible to start studying. You can ask the children to come up with questions for the quiz themselves. They really like it.

Quiz on the first part of the novel

1st option

A) stingy life.

B) get driving for five horses.

B) love usurer, prude.

D) The gentleman, overgrown with whiskers, mustaches and goatee.

A) ... an elderly man, in a gray frock coat, with a hole under his arm, from where a piece of shirt stuck out, in a gray waistcoat ... with a bare skull, like a knee, and with immensely wide and thick blond whiskers with gray hair.

B) ... looked at everything sullenly and with half contempt, ready to scold everything and everyone ... His movements were bold and sweeping, he spoke loudly ... as if three carts were driving over a bridge.

3. What is the rank of Oblomov?

4. Where did Oblomov, while in the service, mistakenly send a letter?

5. The main and first concern of life in Oblomovka is ...

2nd option

1. Give an interpretation of the highlighted words.

A) Oh baby sybarite!

B) bothersome curiosity.

C) love a moneylender prude.

D) What is today? for the party I have?

2. Determine which characters in the novel "Oblomov" have these characteristics.

A) ... flabby beyond his years ... his body, judging by the matte, too white color of the neck, small, plump hands, soft shoulders, seemed too pampered for a man.

B) ... There was one person after his heart ( which?): he also did not give him rest; he loved news, and light, and science, and all his life, but somehow deeper, sincerely ... (Oblomov) sincerely loved him alone, believed him alone, perhaps because he grew up, studied and lived with him.

3. How long has Oblomov been living in St. Petersburg?

4. What villages were included in the Oblomov estate? You write. (Malinovka, Sosnovka, Vavilovka, Verkhlevo).

5. Who was Oblomov's last visitor in the first part of the novel?

Keys

1st option

1. A) Stingy, greedy.

B) Fare for mail horses.

C) A person who lends money at high interest rates.

D) Short and narrow pointed beard.

2. A) Servant Zakhar.

B) Mikhey Tarantiev.

3. Collegiate secretary.

4. To Arkhangelsk instead of Astrakhan.

5. … about food.

2nd option

1. A) A person prone to idleness.

B) Annoying, obsessive.

C) A hypocrite hiding behind ostentatious virtue.

D) Big party, reception.

2. A) Ilya Ilyich Oblomov.

B) Stolz.

3. Twelfth.

4. Sosnovka, Vavilovka.

5. Stolz.

Verification work on the second and third parts of the novel

1st option

1. Match the highlighted words and their interpretation (see Table 1.)

Did not love arrogance; however, he was not pedant; fleur; (there was no) no affectation, no coquetry; and the more challenged it, the deeper " kosnel” he is in his obstinacy; and also dock.

Cunning is like a small coin, for which ...

3. Translate the expression into Russian. Which character from the novel does it refer to?

A) Literacy is harmful to a peasant: learn him, so he, perhaps, will not plow.

b) Life is poetry.

C) ... You are gentle ... a dove, you hide your head under your wing - and you don’t want anything else, you are ready to coo all your life under the roof.

D) This is ... some kind of Oblomovism.

5. Whose portraits are these?

A) (She) in the strict sense of the word was not a beauty, that is, there was neither whiteness in her, nor bright color of her cheeks and lips, and her eyes did not burn with rays of inner fire ... her lips are thin and for the most part compressed: a sign of constantly striving for something any thoughts. The same presence of a speaking thought shone in the vigilant, always cheerful, nothing missing look of dark, gray-blue eyes.

b) She was thirty years old. She was very white and full in the face, so that the blush could not seem to break through her cheeks. She had almost no eyebrows at all, and in their places were two slightly swollen, shiny stripes, with rare light stripes. The eyes are greyish-ingenuous, like the whole expression of the face; the hands are white, but stiff, with large knots protruding outwards ...

6. Answer the questions.

A) What plant became a symbol of Oblomov's love for Olga?

b) Who says it and in what situation?

Who cursed you, Ilya? What did you do? You are kind, smart, gentle, noble... and you perish. What ruined you? Is there a name for this evil?

2nd option

1. Match the highlighted words and their interpretation (see Table 2).

2. Continue the popular expression.

Touches…

3. Translate the expression into Russian. Which character from the novel does it refer to?

Terra incognita.

4. To whom do these statements belong?

A) Labor is the image, content, element and purpose of life.

B) Yes, godfather, until the boobies in Russia are gone, that they sign papers without reading, our brother can live.

C) My life began with extinction.

D) Life is a duty, an obligation, therefore, love is also a duty.

5. Whose portraits are these?

A) He is all made up of bones, muscles and nerves, like a blooded English horse. He is thin; he has almost no cheeks at all, that is, there is bone and muscle, but there is no sign of fatty roundness; the complexion is even, swarthy and no blush; eyes, although a little greenish, but expressive.

B) She was a lively, agile woman, about forty-seven years old, with a caring smile, with her eyes running around vividly in all directions ... She had almost no face at all: only her nose was noticeable; although it was small, it seemed to have lagged behind the face, and, moreover, its lower part was turned up or awkwardly placed ...

6. Answer the questions.

a) How old is Stoltz?

b) Who says this and in what situation?

And this angel descended into the swamp, refreshing it with his presence.

Keys

1st option

1. Doka - A

Puffiness - B

Pedant - V

Kosnet - D

Ilya Ilyich woke up, contrary to his usual habit, very early, at eight o'clock. He is very concerned about something. On his face alternately appeared not the fear, not the melancholy and annoyance. It was evident that he was overcome by an internal struggle, and the mind had not yet come to the rescue.

The fact is that on the eve of Oblomov received from the village, from his headman, a letter of unpleasant content. It is known what kind of troubles the headman can write about: crop failure, arrears, a decrease in income, etc. Although the headman wrote exactly the same letters to his master last year and in the third year, this last letter also had an effect as strong as any an unpleasant surprise.

Is it easy? We had to think about the means to take some action. However, we must do justice to the care of Ilya Ilyich about his affairs. According to the first unpleasant letter from the headman, received several years ago, he already began to create in his mind a plan for various changes and improvements in the management of his estate.

According to this plan, it was supposed to introduce various new economic, police and other measures. But the plan was far from being fully thought out, and the headman's unpleasant letters were repeated every year, prompting him to activity and, consequently, disturbing the peace. Oblomov was aware of the need to do something decisive before the end of the plan.

As soon as he woke up, he immediately set out to get up, wash himself and, after drinking tea, think carefully, figure something out, write it down and generally do this business properly.

For half an hour he lay still, tormented by this intention, but then he reasoned that he would still have time to do this even after tea, and tea can be drunk, as usual, in bed, especially since nothing prevents thinking while lying down.

And so he did. After tea, he already got up from his bed and almost got up, looking at his shoes, he even began to lower one foot from the bed towards them, but immediately picked it up again.

It struck half past ten, Ilya Ilyich started up.

What am I really? he said aloud with annoyance. - You need to know your conscience: it's time to get down to business! Just let yourself go and...

Zakhar! he shouted.

In the room, which was separated only by a short corridor from Ilya Ilyich's office, there was heard at first like the grumbling of a chained dog, then the sound of feet jumping off from somewhere. It was Zakhar who jumped off the couch, on which he usually spent his time, sitting immersed in a slumber.

An elderly man entered the room, in a gray frock coat, with a hole under the arm, from which a piece of shirt stuck out, in a gray waistcoat, with copper buttons, with a skull bare as a knee, and with immensely wide and thick blond with graying whiskers, of which each it would be three beards.

Zakhar did not try to change not only the image given to him by God, but also his costume, in which he walked in the village. The dress was sewn for him according to the pattern he had taken out of the village. He also liked the gray frock coat and waistcoat because in this half-uniform he saw a faint recollection of the livery that he once wore when seeing the late gentlemen to church or on a visit, and the livery in his memoirs was the only representative of the dignity of the Oblomov family.

Nothing more reminded the old man of the lordly, wide and quiet life in the wilderness of the village. The old gentlemen have died, the family portraits have remained at home and, for tea, are lying around somewhere in the attic, the legends about the ancient way of life and the importance of the family name are all dying out or live only in the memory of the few old people left in the village. Therefore, a gray frock coat was dear to Zakhar: in it, and even in some signs preserved in the face and manners of the master, reminiscent of his parents, and in his whims, to which, although he grumbled, both to himself and aloud, but which between he respected it inwardly, as a manifestation of the lord's will, the master's right, he saw faint hints of obsolete greatness.

Without these whims, he somehow did not feel the master over him, without them nothing revived his youth, the village that they left long ago, and the legends about this old house, the only chronicle kept by old servants, nannies, mothers and passed down from generation to generation. genus.

The Oblomovs' house was once rich and famous in its area, but then, God knows why, everything became poorer, smaller, and finally imperceptibly lost among the not old noble houses. Only the gray-haired servants of the house kept and passed on to each other the faithful memory of the past, cherishing it as a shrine.

That is why Zakhar loved his gray coat so much. Perhaps he valued his sideburns because in his childhood he saw many old servants with this old, aristocratic decoration.

Ilya Ilyich, immersed in thought, did not notice Zakhar for a long time. Zakhar stood in front of him silently. Finally he coughed.

What you? asked Ilya Ilyich.

Did you call?

Called? Why did I call - I do not remember! he answered, stretching. - Go to yourself for now, and I will remember.

Zakhar left, and Ilya Ilyich continued to lie and think about the accursed letter.

A quarter of an hour has passed.

Well, full lie! - he said, - you have to get up ... But anyway, let me read the letter from the headman again with attention, and then I’ll get up. - Zakhar!

Again the same jump and grumbling stronger. Zakhar entered, and Oblomov again plunged into thought. Zakhar stood for about two minutes, unfavorably, looking a little sideways at the master, and finally went to the door.

Where are you? - suddenly asked Oblomov.

You don't say anything, so why stand there for nothing? - Zakhar croaked, for lack of another voice, which, according to him, he lost while hunting with dogs, when he rode with an old master and when he blew like a strong wind in his throat.

Introduction

Goncharov's novel "Oblomov" was published in 1859 at a turning point for Russian society. At the time of writing the work, there were two social strata in the Russian Empire - supporters of new, pro-European, educational views and carriers of outdated, archaic values. The representatives of the latter in the novel are the protagonist of the book, Ilya Ilyich Oblomov, and his servant Zakhar. Despite the fact that the servant is a minor character, only thanks to the introduction of this hero into the work by the author, the reader receives a realistic, and not idealized by Oblomov, picture of “Oblomovism”. The characterization of Zakhar in the novel "Oblomov" by Goncharov is fully consistent with the "Oblomov" values ​​and lifestyle: the man is sloppy, lazy, slow, likes to embellish his speech and firmly clings to everything old, not wanting to change to new conditions of life.

Zakhar and Oblomovka

According to the plot of the novel, Oblomov's servant Zakhar began serving with the Oblomovs in his early youth, where he was assigned to little Ilya. This led to a strong attachment of the characters to each other, which eventually turned into a playfully friendly relationship rather than a “master-servant” relationship.

Zakhar moved to St. Petersburg already at a mature age. All his happy years of youth passed in Oblomovka, and the most vivid memories were connected precisely with the village of the master, so the man, even in the city, continues to hold on to his past (as, indeed, Ilya Ilyich), seeing in him all the best that happened to him .

Zakharov in "Oblomov" appears as an elderly man "in a gray frock coat, with a hole in the armpit, from which a piece of shirt stuck out, in a gray waistcoat, with copper buttons, with a skull bare as a knee, and with immensely wide and thick blond with graying whiskers, from each of which would have become three beards. Although Zakhar had lived for a long time in St. Petersburg, he did not try to start dressing in a new fashion, did not want to change his appearance, he even ordered clothes according to a model taken from Oblomovka. The man loved his old, worn-out gray frock coat and waistcoat, because “in this semi-uniform clothes he saw a faint recollection of the livery that he once wore when seeing off the late gentlemen to church or on a visit; and the livery in his memoirs was the only representative of the dignity of the Oblomov house. Clothes sewn according to the old fashion became for Zakhar the thread that connected him in the present, updated, noisy and restless world with the “heavenly” calm and tranquility of Oblomovka, its outdated but familiar values.

The master's estate was for a man not just a place where he was born, grew up and received his first life lessons. Oblomovka became for Zakhar an example of that ideal embodiment of the landlord, house-building values ​​that were instilled in him by his parents, grandfathers and great-grandfathers. Once in a new society that wants to completely discard the past experience and live a new life, a man feels lonely and abandoned. That is why, even if there was an opportunity, the hero would not leave Ilya Ilyich and change his appearance, because in this way he would betray the ideals and values ​​​​of his parents.

Zakhar and Ilya Ilyich Oblomov

Zakhar knew Oblomov from a very young age, so he perfectly saw his advantages and disadvantages, understood when it was possible to argue with the master, and when it was better to remain silent. Ilya Ilyich was for the servant a link between Oblomovka and the big city: “in some signs preserved in the face and manners of the master, reminiscent of his parents, and in his whims, to which, although he grumbled, both to himself and out loud, but which, meanwhile, he respected internally, as a manifestation of the lord's will, the master's right, he saw faint hints of obsolete greatness. Brought up as a devoted servant of his master, and not an independent person, as part of a large house and family, “without these whims, he somehow did not feel the master over him; without them, nothing revived his youth, the village, which they left long ago.

Zakhar did not perceive his life in another form, not as a servant of Oblomov, but, for example, as a free artisan. His image is no less tragic than the image of Ilya Ilyich, because, unlike the master, he cannot change his life - step over the "Oblomovism" and move on. Zakhar's whole life is centered around Oblomov and his well-being, comfort and importance for the servant are the main meaning of life. Illustrative evidence is the episode of the dispute between the servant and Ilya Ilyich, when Zakhar likened the master to other people and he himself felt that he had said something really offensive to Oblomov.

As in the childhood of Ilya Ilyich, in his mature years the servant continues to take care of his master, although this concern sometimes looks somewhat strange: for example, Zakhar can serve dinner on beaten or unwashed dishes, drop food and, lifting it from the floor, offer Oblomov. On the other hand, the whole life of Ilya Ilyich rests precisely on Zakhara - he knows all the master's goodness without exception (even forbids Tarantiev to take Oblomov's things when he does not mind), he is always ready to justify his master and show him the best (in conversations with other servants).
Ilya Ilyich and Zakhar complement each other, as they represent two main manifestations of Oblomov's values ​​- the lord's and his devoted servant. And even after the death of Oblomov, the man does not agree to go to Stolz, wanting to stay near the grave of Ilya Ilyich.

Conclusion

The image of Zakhar in Oblomov is a metaphor for the dilapidated Oblomovka and outdated, archaic views on the world and society. Through his ridiculous costume, constant laziness and peculiar concern for the master, one can trace the endless longing for those distant times when Oblomovka was a prosperous landowner's village, a truly paradise, full of calmness, peace, understanding that tomorrow will be as quiet and monotonous as today . Ilya Ilyich dies, but Zakhar remains, as does Oblomovka itself, which, perhaps in the future, will pass to the son of Ilya Ilyich, but will become a completely different estate.

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- Zakhar! he shouted.

In the room, which was separated only by a short corridor from Ilya Ilyich's office, there was heard at first like the grumbling of a chained dog, then the sound of feet jumping off from somewhere. It was Zakhar who jumped off the couch, on which he usually spent his time, sitting immersed in a slumber.

An elderly man entered the room, in a gray frock coat, with a hole under the arm, from which a piece of shirt stuck out, in a gray waistcoat, with copper buttons, with a skull bare as a knee, and with immensely wide and thick blond with graying whiskers, of which each it would be three beards.

Zakhar did not try to change not only the image given to him by God, but also his costume, in which he walked in the village. The dress was sewn for him according to the pattern he had taken out of the village. He also liked the gray frock coat and waistcoat because in this semi-uniform he saw a faint recollection of the livery that he had once worn when seeing the late gentlemen to church or on a visit; and the livery in his memoirs was the only representative of the dignity of the Oblomov family.

Nothing more reminded the old man of the lordly, wide and quiet life in the wilderness of the village. The old gentlemen have died, the family portraits have remained at home and, tea, are lying around somewhere in the attic; the legends about the ancient way of life and the importance of the surname are all dying out or live only in the memory of the few old people who remained in the village. Therefore, a gray coat was dear to Zakhar: in it, and even in some signs preserved in the face and manners of the master, reminiscent of his parents, and in his whims, to which, although he grumbled, both to himself and aloud, but which between he respected it inwardly, as a manifestation of the lord's will, the master's right, he saw faint hints of obsolete greatness.

Without these whims, he somehow did not feel the master over him; without them, nothing revived his youth, the village that they left long ago, and the legends about this old house, the only chronicle kept by old servants, nannies, mothers and passed down from generation to generation.

The Oblomov house was once rich and famous in its own area, but then, God knows why, everything became poorer, smaller, and, finally, imperceptibly got lost among the old noble houses. Only the gray-haired servants of the house kept and passed on to each other the faithful memory of the past, cherishing it as a shrine.

That is why Zakhar loved his gray coat so much. Perhaps he valued his sideburns because in his childhood he saw many old servants with this old, aristocratic decoration.

Ilya Ilyich, immersed in thought, did not notice Zakhar for a long time. Zakhar stood in front of him silently. Finally he coughed.

- What you? Ilya Ilyich asked.

- You called, didn't you?

- Called? Why did I call - I do not remember! he answered, stretching. - Go to your place for now, and I will remember.

Zakhar left, and Ilya Ilyich continued to lie and think about the accursed letter.

A quarter of an hour has passed.

- Well, it's full to lie down! he said. - Zakhar!

Again the same jump and grumbling stronger. Zakhar entered, and Oblomov again plunged into thought. Zakhar stood for about two minutes, unfavorably, glancing a little sideways at the master, and finally went to the door.

– Where are you? Oblomov suddenly asked.

“You don’t say anything, so why stand there for nothing?” - Zakhar croaked, for lack of another voice, which, according to him, he lost while hunting with dogs, when he rode with an old master and when he blew like a strong wind in his throat.

He stood half-turned in the middle of the room and kept looking sideways at Oblomov.

“Are your legs withered that you can’t stand up?” You see, I'm preoccupied - just wait! Haven't been there yet? Look for the letter I received yesterday from the headman. Where are you doing it?

- Which letter? I didn’t see any letter,” Zakhar said.

- You took it from the postman: so dirty!

“Where did they put him—why should I know? - Zakhar said, patting the papers and various things lying on the table with his hand.

“You never know anything. There, in the basket, look! Or fell behind the sofa? Here, the back of the sofa is still unrepaired; what would you call a carpenter to fix? After all, you broke it. You won't think of anything!

“I didn’t break it,” Zakhar answered, “she broke herself; it will not be a century for her to be: someday she must break.

Ilya Ilyich did not consider it necessary to prove the contrary.

- Did you find it? he only asked.

“Here are some letters.

“Well, it’s not like that anymore,” Zakhar said.

- All right, come on! - Ilya Ilyich said impatiently, - I'll get up, I'll find it myself.

Zakhar went to his room, but as soon as he put his hands on the couch in order to jump on it, a hasty cry was heard again: “Zakhar, Zakhar!”

- Oh, my God! - Zakhar grumbled, going back to the office. - What a torment this is! If only death would come sooner!

- What do you want? - he said, holding on to the door of the office with one hand and looking at Oblomov, as a sign of disfavor, so sideways that he had to see the master half-heartedly, and the master could only see one immense whisker, from which you just expect that two or three will fly out birds.

- Handkerchief, quick! You yourself could guess: you do not see! Ilya Ilyich remarked sternly.

Zakhar did not show any particular displeasure or surprise at this order and reproach from the master, probably finding both very natural on his part.

- And who knows where the handkerchief is? he grumbled, walking around the room and feeling each chair, although it could be seen even so that nothing was lying on the chairs.

- You lose everything! he remarked, opening the door to the living room to see if anyone was there.

- Where? Search here! I haven't been there since the third day. Yes, rather! - said Ilya Ilyich.

- Where is the scarf? I don't have a scarf! - said Zakhar, throwing up his hands and looking around in all corners. “Yes, there he is,” he suddenly wheezed angrily, “under you!” There the end sticks out. Lie on it yourself, and ask for a handkerchief!

And without waiting for an answer, Zakhar went out. Oblomov felt a little embarrassed at his own mistake. He quickly found another reason to make Zakhar guilty.

- What a cleanliness you have everywhere: dust, dirt, my God! There, there, look in the corners - you're not doing anything!

“If I don’t do anything ...” Zakhar spoke in an offended voice, “I try, I don’t regret my life!” And I erase the dust, and I sweep it almost every day ...

He pointed to the middle of the floor and to the table on which Oblomov dined.

“Out, out,” he said, “everything is swept up, tidied up, as if for a wedding ... What else?

- And what's that? interrupted Ilya Ilyich, pointing to the walls and the ceiling. – And this? And this? - He pointed to the towel thrown from yesterday, and to the plate with a slice of bread forgotten on the table.

“Well, I’ll probably take that away,” Zakhar said condescendingly, taking the plate.

- Just this! And the dust on the walls, and the cobwebs? .. - Oblomov said, pointing to the walls.

- I'm cleaning this up for the holy week; then I clean the image and remove the web ...

- And sweep the books, pictures? ..

- Books and pictures before Christmas: then Anisya and I will go through all the cupboards. Now when are you going to clean up? You are all sitting at home.

- I sometimes go to the theater and visit; that would be...

- What a cleaning at night!

Oblomov looked reproachfully at him, shook his head and sighed, while Zakhar looked indifferently out the window and sighed too. The master, it seems, thought: “Well, brother, you are even more Oblomov than I myself,” and Zakhar almost thought: “You're lying! you are only a master of speaking tricky and miserable words, but you don’t care about dust and cobwebs.

“Do you understand,” said Ilya Ilyich, “that dust starts moths?” I sometimes even see a bed bug on the wall!

- I have fleas too! Zakhar replied indifferently.

- Do you really think that's good? After all, this is bullshit! Oblomov noted.

Zakhar grinned all over his face, so that the grin even covered his eyebrows and sideburns, which parted to the sides from this, and a red spot spread all over his face up to his forehead.

A novel in four parts

Part one

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