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An abyss has opened, it is full of stars, The stars have no number, the abyss has a bottom.
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Well, what are you afraid of, pray tell! Now every grass, every flower is rejoicing, but we are hiding, afraid, as if some kind of misfortune is coming! The thunderstorm will kill! This is not a thunderstorm, but grace! Yes, grace! It's all stormy! The northern lights will light up, you should admire and marvel at the wisdom: “from the midnight lands the dawn rises”! And you are horrified and come up with ideas: this means war or pestilence. Is there a comet coming? I wouldn’t look away! Beauty! The stars have already taken a closer look, they are all the same, but this is a new thing; Well, I should have looked and admired it! And you are afraid to even look at the sky, you are trembling! Out of everything, you have created a scare for yourself. Eh, people
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Keep quiet if you don’t know anything better.
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Why don't people fly! I say, why don’t people fly like birds? Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird. When you stand on a mountain, you feel the urge to fly. That's how I would run up, raise my hands and fly.
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But smart people They notice that our time is getting shorter. It used to be that summer and winter drag on and on, you can’t wait for it to end; and now you won’t even see them fly by. The days and hours still seem to remain the same, but time, for our sins, is becoming shorter and shorter. That's what smart people say.
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This is life! We live in the same city, almost nearby, but we see each other once a week, and then in church or on the road, that’s all! Here, whether she got married, or whether she was buried, it doesn’t matter.
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Alien soul of darkness.
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*** The storm will pass and the breeze will embrace us *** Love is when you change the world around you for his sake When you want to belong body and soul to only one person When you say goodbye in your head and start living in your heart Love is a surprise
*** These are not tears - these are raindrops on the glass. How long can you stay awake and spit against the wind, Be a fugitive, run from wall to wall, Expanding space meter by meter?! *** It’s stupid to hide, even if a thunderstorm is raging, Animal anger disappears under the flow of water. If you don't have your own tears, let them in the rain
*** Explain why everyone wants love from you? Fools, wise men, giants and ants... Maybe you should give a little of yourself to them all? Like spring distributes leaves, Or a thunderstorm distributes thunder. *** Perhaps you are a flower in the meadow, Or maybe the breeze in your hair - I can’t hold you, You wither in my hands. ***
*** - Oh, what a funny and naive guy. He thinks I don't notice him. - How sweet she is... - She definitely loves me, I know. - Made me crazy... - Why is he hiding, for what? - Birds fly in the sky, A fallen green leaf floats on the water, But I still don’t understand who she sings about at the oak tree every day.
*** And when love comes, it will burn everything around the house to the ground! Fiery blood... And hearts burn... And there will be a thunderstorm in the sky again!
*** Somewhere, day gives way to night, They are waiting for a son or daughter, And the lovers are getting married. Somewhere you can sleep quietly, and by morning your mother will wake you up. Life begins at dawn. Somewhere there are palm trees and sand, And a salty breeze in the temple, Tanned girls. And for some - stale bread, and stew for lunch, and a curse in pursuit.
*** If the dew on a flower cries - It’s me who misses you! And a thunderstorm rumbles in the distance - It’s me who misses you! And a snowdrop will be born in the spring - It’s me who misses you! And the trees and leaves will say goodbye - It’s I MISSING YOU!
*** I see you I hear you - You are running towards me across the rooftops You are afraid of being late. *** Half the sky thunderstorm Half my life ago. Give me your heart, sit down and let's wait
*** She was sad when she looked at the sky, There the stars feed the pigeons with bread... *** She wiped away her tears, She began to melt, She didn’t know that the sand would absorb everything... *** My lips whispered with you alone, I’m sorry, but I don’t know Where the flowers grow And where the birds fly... *** Lips and fingers touched the pupils... I dreamed
*** The vast world, reflected in your pupils, is full of secrets... *** The sea dreams of a thunderstorm, the soft grasses dream of dew. The free wind dreams of wings and sails. And only I can’t sleep, today I’m captivated by Bittersweet memories that brought back this spring to me.
*** I’m driving and waiting for the storm to come and wash us all away. But she doesn’t come.. It’s a wonderful day, but it shouldn’t be wonderful.. I wait, but nothing happens to me. And for the first time in my life it seems to me that I am alone in this world... We finally got here. Two strangers who have nothing to do with each other
You walked to your goal for a very long time without closing your eyes. Get there? It's night, and a thunderstorm won't hurt. Stations, stops, and constantly the road. And what awaits you ahead, ask the Lord God.
Keep quiet if you don’t know anything better. *** Why don't people fly! I say, why don’t people fly like birds? Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird. When you stand on a mountain, you feel the urge to fly. That's how I would run up, raise my hands and fly. *** But smart people notice that we have time
Alexander Nikolaevich Ostrovsky (1823-1886) - Russian playwright, whose works have become the most important stage in the development of the Russian national theater. Against the background of such representatives of the realistic period as Turgenev, Dostoevsky and Tolstoy, Ostrovsky stood out with a unique point of view in describing Russian life. The writer had no equal in this topic, although his talent extends much wider. One of the central plays in the work of Alexander Nikolaevich Ostrovsky is “The Thunderstorm”.
This is the story of Katerina, suffering in an unhappy marriage with the merchant Tikhon Kabanov, who, although a kind man, is still weak-willed before the word of his oppressive mother. And the mother-in-law is trying in every possible way to complicate the life of a girl who is accustomed to the love of loved ones. Unexpectedly for herself, Katerina, who got married early and has not experienced any of the joys of life, falls in love with Boris, the nephew of a local merchant. They may be happy, but Katerina cannot afford to live “in sin” and tells her husband everything in the presence of her mother-in-law. From that moment on, her life turns into a nightmare. Uncle sends Boris to Siberia, and Katerina, tormented by her conscience, throws herself off a cliff.
The thunderstorm, which is repeatedly mentioned by the characters in the play, never happens, everyone is just waiting for its arrival.
Literary critic Nikolai Dobrolyubov considered this play a symbol of the changes in Russian society that occurred in the 1860s. By the time of release, the liberal reforms of Alexander II had not yet entered into force, but everyone already knew about the upcoming changes. The Tsar was going to abolish serfdom and introduce equality in the eyes of the law. In his article, Dobrolyubov describes Katerina as “a ray of light in the kingdom of darkness.” In this play, Katerina's family and the town's inhabitants symbolize the ignorance of the "old world."
Illustration for the play “The Thunderstorm”
This was the opinion of the critics. But the creation of this play is connected interesting story, since the writer’s contemporaries believed that it was based on real events that occurred in the city of Kostroma in 1859.
“In the early morning of November 10, 1859, Kostroma bourgeois Alexandra Pavlovna Klykova disappeared from her home and either rushed into the Volga herself, or was strangled and thrown there. The investigation revealed the silent drama that played out in an unsociable family living narrowly by commercial interests: the hard life of the deceased was revealed, her secret love to the local postal worker, the husband’s hidden jealousy, dissatisfaction with the grumpy, despotic mother-in-law, delays in part of the dowry.
There were persistent rumors in the city that the Old Believer old woman Klykova did not get along with the Orthodox young Alexandra in everyday life at home, that she greatly oppressed her, that young Klykov was a kind man, quiet, but characterless, that he did not stand up for his young wife "
Illustration for the play “The Thunderstorm”
The play “The Thunderstorm” coincided with this incident in the smallest detail: the number of family members, their characters, the general stop in the city, and even the dialogues, which were sometimes in many ways literally similar to the real ones. Therefore, when in 1860 the play was published as a separate edition in Kostroma A.N. Ostrovsky“Thunderstorm”, then its residents instantly connected it with the “Klykovo case”. The most enterprising even laid out a tourist route and showed the place from which Alexandra-Katerina allegedly jumped. And when “The Thunderstorm” was staged in Kostroma, the actors tried in every possible way to copy the Klykovs on stage. Later N.I. Korobitsyn, in his study “Experience of commentary on the drama “The Thunderstorm”” also pointed out all these similarities. He pointed out a number of the following coincidences: Alexandra was married off when she was only 16 years old, Katerina also got married early, in the play she was 19 years old; they both had a despotic mother-in-law and a spineless husband; neither the Klykov family nor the Kabanov family had children; Alexandra had a relationship with a postal worker, while Katerina was in love with Boris.
Illustration for the play “The Thunderstorm”
And yet, “Thunderstorm” had nothing to do with this incident. Ostrovsky physically could not draw facts from the Klykov case, since he began writing the play in July 1859, and finished it on October 9 and sent it to print on the 14th, exactly a month before the incident with the Klykov family.
But real events nevertheless formed the basis of the play, although they did not concern one family or even one city. When in 1856 and 1857 Alexander Nikolaevich Ostrovsky made the so-called “Literary Expedition”, he visited such Volga cities as Torzhok, Tver, Kineshma. Life in these cities, which was commonplace for its inhabitants, seemed unusual to the writer in many ways. And some of the scenes he saw and the conversations he heard were included in “The Thunderstorm.” Ostrovsky changed practically nothing in them and conveyed only what he saw in reality, thus giving the play a kind of nationality.
Still from the television play “The Thunderstorm” (1977, directed by Felix Glyamshin, Boris Babochkin)
As for the main character, Katerina, although her fate was in many ways similar to Alexandra Klykova, many consider her prototype to be the actress Lyubov Pavlovna Kositskaya, who embodied the image of Katerina on stage. She was born in the Volga region, but at the age of 16 she ran away from her parents' home in the hope of finding better life. According to rumors, Kositskaya had an affair with Ostrovsky. But since they both had families, further relations were impossible. It is interesting that some biographers of Ostrovsky write that Katerina’s dream in “The Thunderstorm” was rewritten from the personal notes of Lyubov Kositskaya. Also, the actress, like the heroine of the play, was distinguished by her excessive love for the church and fear of God.
“To death I loved going to church! Sure, it happened that I would enter heaven, and I didn’t see anyone, and I didn’t remember the time, and I didn’t hear when the service was over... And you know, on a sunny day such a light pillar comes from the dome, and smoke moves in this pillar, like clouds, and I see that it used to be as if angels were flying and singing in this pillar.”
Katerina, play by A.N. Ostrovsky "Thunderstorm"
The play “The Thunderstorm” of the Dimitrovgrad Drama Theater named after. A. N. Ostrovsky
QUOTES FROM A.N.'S PLAY OSTROVSKY “THUNDERSTORM”
Alien soul of darkness (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Kabanova).
Be silent if you can’t do anything better (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Varvara Kabanova).
This is life! We live in the same city, almost nearby, but we see each other once a week, and then in church or on the road, that’s all! Here, whether she got married or whether she was buried is all the same (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Boris Grigorievich).
But smart people notice that our time is getting shorter. It used to be that summer and winter drag on and on, you can’t wait for it to end; and now you won’t even see them fly by. The days and hours still seem to remain the same, but time, for our sins, is becoming shorter and shorter. This is what smart people say (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Feklushi).
This is where beauty leads. Here, here, in the deep end! (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Barynya).
Why don't people fly! I say, why don’t people fly like birds? Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird. When you stand on a mountain, you feel the urge to fly. That’s how she would run up, raise her arms and fly (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Katerina).
The play “The Thunderstorm” on the stage of the Vologda State Drama Theater
Well, what are you afraid of, pray tell! Now every grass, every flower is rejoicing, but we are hiding, afraid, as if some kind of misfortune is coming! The thunderstorm will kill! This is not a thunderstorm, but grace! Yes, grace! It's all stormy! The northern lights will light up, you should admire and marvel at the wisdom: “from the midnight lands the dawn rises”! And you are horrified and come up with ideas: this means war or pestilence. Is there a comet coming? I wouldn’t look away! Beauty! The stars have already taken a closer look, they are all the same, but this is a new thing; Well, I should have looked and admired it! And you are afraid to even look at the sky, you are trembling! Out of everything, you have created a scare for yourself. Eh, people (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Kalugin).
It's easy to say - quit! It may not matter to you; you will leave one and find another. But I can’t do this! If I fell in love... (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Boris Grigorievich).
But if there’s anything wrong, you can’t hide at home (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Varvara Kabanova).
You can’t tell anyone to speak: they won’t dare to your face, they’ll stand behind your back (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Kabanova).
Still from the film “The Thunderstorm” (1934, directed by V. M. Petrov)
What the mother doesn’t see with her eyes, she has a prophetic heart, she can feel with her heart (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Kabanova).
We will never earn more through honest work daily bread. And whoever has money, sir, tries to enslave the poor so that his labors will be free more money make money (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Kalugin).
It’s not so scary that it will kill you, but that death will suddenly find you as you are, with all your sins, with all your evil thoughts (quote from A. N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Katerina).
It is impossible, mother, without sin: we live in the world (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Feklusha).
Here’s your first sign: when you see him, your whole face will change (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Varvara Kabanova).
I really like talking to children - they are angels after all (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Katerina).
Her body is here, take it; but the soul is now not yours: it is now before a judge who is more merciful than you! (quote from A.N. Ostrovsky’s play “The Thunderstorm”, 1860, words by Kalugin).
Alexander Ostrovsky often called the predecessor of Anton Chekhov. He wrote 48 original plays and almost single-handedly created the Russian national repertoire. The plays of Alexander Nikolayevich Ostrovsky can be found in almost every Russian theater, since their plots have not lost any of their relevance in more than a hundred years.
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– this is a nature that is not pliable, not bendable. She has a highly developed personality, she has a lot of strength and energy; her rich soul requires freedom, breadth - she does not want to secretly “steal” joy from life. It can not bend, but break. (See also the article The image of Katerina in the play “The Thunderstorm” - briefly.)
A. N. Ostrovsky. Storm. Play
Katerina received a purely national upbringing, developed by the ancient Russian pedagogy of Domostroy. She lived locked up throughout her childhood and youth, but the atmosphere of parental love softened this life, and besides, the influence of religion prevented her soul from becoming hardened in suffocating loneliness. On the contrary, she did not feel any bondage: “she lived and did not worry about anything, like a bird in the wild!” Katerina often went to churches, listened to the stories of pilgrims and pilgrims, listened to the singing of spiritual poems - she lived carefree, surrounded by love and affection... And she grew up as a beautiful, gentle girl, with a fine mental organization, a great dreamer... Raised in a religious way , she lived exclusively in the circle of religious ideas; her rich imagination was fed only by those impressions that she gleaned from the lives of saints, from legends, apocrypha and the moods that she experienced during worship...
“...to death I loved going to church! – she later recalled her youth in a conversation with her husband’s sister Varvara. - Exactly, it happened that I would enter heaven... And I don’t see anyone, and I don’t remember the time, and I don’t hear when the service ends. Mama said that everyone used to look at me, what was happening to me! And, you know, on a sunny day such a light column goes down from the dome and smoke moves in this column, like clouds. And I see, sometimes, as a girl, I’ll get up at night - we also had lamps burning everywhere - and somewhere, in a corner, I’ll pray until the morning. Or I’ll go into the garden early in the morning, the sun is just rising, and I’ll fall on my knees, pray and cry, and I myself don’t know what I’m praying for and what I’m crying about!”
From this story it is clear that Katerina was not just a religious person - she knew moments of religious “ecstasy” - that enthusiasm in which the holy ascetics were rich, and examples of which we will find in abundance in the lives of the saints... Like them, Katerina I had “visions” and wonderful dreams.
“And what dreams I had, Varenka, what dreams! Or golden temples, or some extraordinary gardens... And everyone is singing invisible voices, and they smell of cypress... And the mountains and the trees, as if not the same as usual, but as if they were written in images!
From all these stories of Katerina, it is clear that she is not an ordinary person... Her soul, squeezed by the ancient system of life, is looking for space, does not find it around her and is carried away to “grief”, to God... There are many such natures in the old days went into “asceticism”...
But sometimes in her relationships with her family, the energy of her soul broke through - she did not go "against people" but, indignant, protesting, she then left "from the people"...
“I was born so hot! - she tells Varvara. “I was only six years old, no more, so I did it!” They offended me with something at home, and it was late in the evening, it was already dark; I ran out to the Volga, got into the boat, and pushed it away from the shore. The next morning they found it, about ten miles away!..
Eh, Varya, you don’t know my character! Of course, God forbid this happens! And if I get really tired of it here, they won’t hold me back by any force. I’ll throw myself out the window, throw myself into the Volga. I don’t want to live here, I won’t do this, even if you cut me!”
From these words it is clear that calm, dreamy Katerina knows impulses that are difficult to cope with.
Quotes from the play by A.N. Ostrovsky "Thunderstorm", 1859
Cruel morals, sir, in our city, cruel! In philistinism, sir, you will see nothing but rudeness and naked poverty. And we, sir, will never escape this crust! Because honest work will never earn us more than our daily bread. And whoever has money, sir, tries to enslave the poor so that he can make even more money from his free labors. Do you know what your uncle, Savel Prokofich, answered to the mayor? The peasants came to the mayor to complain that he would not disrespect any of them. The mayor began to tell him: “Listen,” he said, “Savel Prokofich, pay the men well! They come to me with complaints every day!” Your uncle patted the mayor on the shoulder and said: “Is it worth it, your honor, for us to talk about such trifles! I have a lot of people every year; you understand: I won’t pay them a penny extra per person.” , I make thousands from this, so it’s good for me!” That's it, sir! And among themselves, sir, how they live! They undermine each other's trade, and not so much out of self-interest as out of envy. They are at enmity with each other; they get drunken clerks into their high mansions, such, sir, clerks that there is no human appearance on them, the human appearance is lost. And they write two malicious slander against their neighbors on stamped sheets for small acts of kindness. And for them, sir, a trial and a case will begin, and there will be no end to the torment. They sue, sue here and go to the province, and there they are expected and splash their hands with joy. Soon the fairy tale is told, but not soon the deed is done; They lead them, they lead them, they drag them, they drag them, and they are also happy about this dragging, that’s all they need. “I’ll spend it,” he says, “and it won’t cost him a penny.” -
Why don't people fly! I say, why don’t people fly like birds? Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird. When you stand on a mountain, you feel the urge to fly. That's how I would run up, raise my hands and fly. -
This is how our sister dies. Someone has fun in captivity! You never know what comes to mind. An opportunity arose, and another one was glad: so she rushed headlong. How can this be possible without thinking, without judging! How long does it take to get into trouble? And there you cry all your life, suffer; bondage will seem even more bitter. And bondage is bitter, oh, how bitter! Who doesn't cry from her! And most of all, we women. Here I am now! I live, I suffer, I don’t see any light for myself. Yes, and I won’t see it, you know! What's next is worse. And now this sin is still on me. If only it weren’t for my mother-in-law!.. She crushed me... she made me sick of the house; The walls are even disgusting. - (Katerina; wife of Tikhon Kabanov)
But smart people notice that our time is getting shorter. It used to be that summer and winter drag on and on, you can’t wait for it to end; and now you won’t even see them fly by. The days and hours still seem to remain the same, but time, for our sins, is becoming shorter and shorter. That's what smart people say. - (Feklusha; wanderer)
What are you going to tell me to do with myself when my heart is like this! After all, I already know what I have to give, but I can’t do everything with goodness. You are my friend, and I must give it to you, but if you come and ask me, I will scold you. I will give, give, and curse. Therefore, as soon as you mention money to me, everything inside me will be ignited; It kindles everything inside, and that’s all; Well, in those days I would never curse a person for anything. ... These are the stories that happened to me. I was once fasting about a great fast, but now it’s not easy and I slip a little man in: I came for money, I was carrying firewood. And it brought him to sin at such a time! I did sin: I scolded him, I scolded him so much that I couldn’t ask for anything better, I almost killed him. This is what my heart is like! After he asked for forgiveness, he bowed at his feet, that’s right. Truly I tell you, I bowed at the man’s feet. This is what my heart brings me to: here in the yard, in the mud, I bowed to him; I bowed to him in front of everyone. - (Diko"y Savel Prokofievich; merchant, significant person in the city)
This is life! We live in the same city, almost nearby, but we see each other once a week, and then in church or on the road, that’s all! Here, whether she got married, or whether she was buried, it doesn’t matter. - (Boris Grigorievich; nephew of Savel Prokofievich Dikiy)
Someone else's soul in the dark. - (Kabanikha, Marfa Ignatievna Kabanova; rich merchant’s wife)
Well, what are you afraid of, pray tell! Now every grass, every flower is rejoicing, but we are hiding, afraid, as if some kind of misfortune is coming! The thunderstorm will kill! This is not a thunderstorm, but grace! Yes, grace! It's all stormy! The northern lights will light up, you should admire and marvel at the wisdom: “from the midnight lands the dawn rises”! And you are horrified and come up with ideas: this means war or pestilence. Is there a comet coming? I wouldn’t look away! Beauty! The stars have already taken a closer look, they are all the same, but this is a new thing; Well, I should have looked and admired it! And you are afraid to even look at the sky, you are trembling! Out of everything, you have created a scare for yourself. Eh, people! - (Kuligin; tradesman, self-taught watchmaker, looking for perpetuum mobile)
Quotes from the play by A.N. Ostrovsky "Wolves and Sheep", 1875
Do people really live around us? (...) Wolves and sheep. Wolves eat sheep, and sheep humbly allow themselves to be eaten. -
- And young ladies are also wolves? - (Murzavetskaya Meropia Davydovna; girl, about 65 years old, landowner)
- The most dangerous. He looks like a fox, all his movements are so soft, his eyes are languid, and if he gapes a little, he’ll get into his throat. - (Lynyaev)
“You see all the wolves,” the frightened crow is afraid of the bush. Where are you going to take me? No, it’s better to write it down as a wolf; Even though I am a woman, I don’t want to be a sheep with you in the same herd. - (Murzavetskaya)
And the crocodiles cry, but still swallow a whole calf. - (Lynyaev Mikhail Borisovich; rich gentleman, about 50 years old, honorary justice of the peace)
Women like to think that they are free and can dispose of themselves as they wish. But in reality, they never have control over themselves, but clever people have control over them. -
When they turn to a doctor, they do not demand compassion from him, but knowledge of his field and useful advice. - (Berkutov Vasily Ivanovich; landowner, neighbor of Kupavina)
Whatever you say, single life is very pleasant. Now, for example, if I were married, my wife would interfere with my sleep. “Don’t sleep, darling, it’s not good, you’re not healthy, it’s making you fat.” And she doesn’t even want to know how pleasant it is for her “darling” to fall asleep when sleep sets in and her eyes close... And how nice it is to wake up single! As soon as you open your eyes, the first thought is: that you are your own master, that you are free. - (Lynyaev Mikhail Borisovich; rich gentleman, about 50 years old, honorary justice of the peace)
