Old Anna lies motionless, without opening her eyes; she almost froze, but life is still glimmering. The daughters understand this by raising a piece of the broken mirror to their lips. It fogs up, which means that mom is still alive. However, Varvara, one of Anna's daughters, considers it possible already to mourn, "reply her", which she selflessly does first at the bedside, then at the table, "where it is more convenient." Daughter Lucy at this time sews a mourning dress tailored in the city. Sewing machine str-kochet to the beat of Varvara's sobs.

Anna is the mother of five children, her two sons died, the first ones, born one for God, the other for a guy. Varvara came to say goodbye to her mother from the district center, Lusya and Ilya from nearby provincial towns.

Can't wait for Anna Tanya from far away Kiev. And next to her in the village was always her son Mikhail, along with his wife and daughter. Gathering around the old woman on the morning of the next day after the arrival of the day, the children, seeing the awakened mother, do not know how to react to her strange resurrection.

“Mikhail and Ilya, having brought vodka, now did not know what to do with them: everything else, in comparison with this, seemed like nothing to them, they toiled, as if passing every minute through themselves.” Having huddled in the barn, they get drunk almost without a snack, except for the products that Mikhail Ninka's little daughter carries for them. This causes legitimate female anger, but the first shots of vodka give the peasants a feeling of a genuine holiday. After all, the mother is alive. Ignoring the girl who collects empty and half-drunk bottles, they no longer understand what thought they want to drown out this time, maybe it's fear. “The fear from the consciousness that the mother is about to die is not like all the previous fears that they have in life, because this fear is the worst of all, it comes from death ... It seemed that death had already noticed them all in the face and will no longer forget.

Having drunk thoroughly and feeling the next day as if they had been passed through a meat-cutting machine, Mikhail and Ilya will fundamentally get drunk on the next day. “But how not to drink? Mikhail says. - A day, a second, even a week - it is still possible. What if you don't drink until you die? Just think, there is nothing ahead. All the same. How many ropes hold us both at work and at home, that you can’t gasp, so much you had to do and didn’t do, everything must, must, must, must, and the farther, the more you have to - it’s all gone to hell. And I drank, as soon as I got free, I did everything that was necessary. And what he didn’t do, he shouldn’t have done, and he did the right thing, what he didn’t do. This does not mean that Mikhail and Ilya do not know how to work and have never known any other joy, except from drunkenness. In the village where they once lived together, it happened general work- “friendly, inveterate, sonorous, with a different voice of saws and axes, with a desperate hoot of fallen woods, resounding in the soul with enthusiastic anxiety with the obligatory podshu-chi -va-niem with each other. Such work happens once during the firewood harvesting season - in the spring, so that they have time to dry out over the summer, yellow pine logs that are pleasant to the eye with a thin silky skin lie in neat logs. These Sundays are arranged for themselves, one family helps another, which is possible even now. But the collective farm in the village is falling apart, people are leaving for the city, there is no one to feed and raise livestock.

Remembering her former life, the townswoman Lucy with great warmth and joy imagines her beloved horse Igrenka, on which “slap a mosquito, it will fall”, which in the end happened : the horse is dead. Igren dragged a lot, but did not manage. Wandering around the village through the fields and arable land, Lucy realizes that she does not choose where she should go, that she is being guided by some outsider who lives in these places and uses her power . ... It seemed that life came back, because she, Lucy, forgot something here, lost something very valuable and necessary for her, without which it is impossible ...

While the children drink and indulge in reminiscences, the old woman Anna, having eaten the children's semolina porridge specially cooked for her, shakes up even more and goes out onto the porch. She is hung by the long-awaited friend Miro-niha. “Ochi-mochi! Are you, old woman, alive? Miro-niha says. “Why doesn’t death take you? .. I’m going to her wake, I think she nailed it like a kind one, but she’s still here.”

Anna grieves that Tatyana, Tanchora, as she calls her, is not among the children gathered at her bedside. Tanchora was not like any of the sisters. She stood as if between them with her special character, soft and joyful, human. And without waiting for her daughter, the old woman decides to die. “There was nothing more for her to do in this world, and there was no need to postpone death. While the guys are here, let them bury them, spend it, as usual with people, so that they don’t have to return to this concern another time. Then, you see, Tanchora will come too... The old woman thought about death many times and knew her as herself. Per last years they became friends, the old woman often talked to her, and death, sitting somewhere aside, listened to her reasonable whisper and sighed understandingly. They agreed that the old woman would leave at night, first fall asleep, like all people, so as not to frighten death with open eyes, then she would gently snuggle up, take off her short worldly sleep and give her eternal rest. That's how it all comes out.

Valentin Grigorievich Rasputin. Deadline

Old Anna lies motionless, without opening her eyes; she almost froze, but life is still glimmering. Daughters understand this by raising a piece to their lips broken mirror. It fogs up, so mom is still alive. However, Varvara, one of Anna's daughters, considers it possible to mourn, "voice her out", which she selflessly does first at the bedside, then at the table, "where it is more convenient." Daughter Lucy at this time sews a mourning dress tailored back in the city. The sewing machine chirps to the beat of Varvarin's sobs.

Anna is the mother of five children, her two sons died, the first ones, born one for God, the other for a guy. Varvara came to say goodbye to her mother from the regional center, Lusya and Ilya from nearby provincial towns.

Can't wait for Anna Tanya from distant Kiev. And next to her in the village was always her son Mikhail, along with his wife and daughter. Having gathered around the old woman on the morning of the day following the arrival, the children, seeing their mother revived, do not know how to react to her strange rebirth.

“Mikhail and Ilya, having brought vodka, now did not know what to do with them: everything else seemed trifles compared to this, they toiled, as if passing every minute through themselves.” Having huddled in the barn, they get drunk almost without a snack, except for the products that Mikhail Ninka's little daughter carries for them. This causes legitimate female anger, but the first shots of vodka give the peasants a feeling of a genuine holiday. After all, the mother is alive. Ignoring the girl collecting empty and unfinished bottles, they no longer understand what thought they want to drown out this time, maybe it's fear. “The fear from the consciousness that the mother is about to die is not like all the previous fears that fall to them in life, because this fear is the worst of all, it comes from death ... It seemed that death had already noticed them all in the face and no longer will forget."

Having drunk thoroughly and feeling the next day as if they had been passed through a meat grinder, Mikhail and Ilya thoroughly get drunk the next day. “But how not to drink? - says Michael. - Day, second, let even a week - it is still possible. What if you don't drink until you die? Just think, there is nothing ahead. All the same. How many ropes hold us both at work and at home, that you can’t gasp, so much you had to do and didn’t do, everything must, must, must, must, and the farther, the more you must - it’s all gone to hell. And I drank, as soon as I got free, I did everything that was necessary. And what he didn’t do, he shouldn’t have done, and he did the right thing, what he didn’t do. This does not mean that Mikhail and Ilya do not know how to work and have never known any other joy, except from drunkenness. In the village where they all once lived together, there was a common work - “friendly, inveterate, sonorous, with a dissonance of saws and axes, with a desperate hoot of fallen woods, resounding in the soul with enthusiastic anxiety with the obligatory joking with each other. Such work happens once during the firewood harvesting season - in the spring, so that they have time to dry over the summer, yellow pine logs with a thin silky skin that are pleasant to the eye are placed in neat woodpile. These Sundays are organized for themselves, one family helps another, which is still possible now. But the collective farm in the village is falling apart, people are leaving for the city, there is no one to feed and raise livestock.

Remembering her former life, the townswoman Lusya with great warmth and joy imagines her beloved horse Igrenka, on which “slap a mosquito, it will fall down”, which eventually happened: the horse died. Igren dragged a lot, but did not manage. Wandering around the village through the fields and arable land, Lucy realizes that she does not choose where she should go, that she is directed by some outsider who lives in these places and professes her power. ... It seemed that life came back, because she, Lucy, forgot something here, lost something very valuable and necessary for her, without which it is impossible ...

While the children are drinking and reminiscing, the old woman Anna, having eaten the children's semolina porridge specially cooked for her, cheers up even more and goes out onto the porch. She is hung by a long-awaited friend Mironikha. “Ochi-mochi! Are you, old woman, alive? Mironikha says. “Why doesn’t death take you? .. I’m going to her wake, I think she chided like a kind one, but she’s still here.”

Anna grieves that Tatyana, Tanchora, as she calls her, is not among the children gathered at her bedside. Tanchora was not like any of the sisters. She stood as if between them with her special character, soft and joyful, human. So without waiting for her daughter, the old woman decides to die. “There was nothing more for her to do in this world, and there was no need to postpone death. While the guys are here, let them bury, carry out, as usual with people, so that another time they do not return to this concern. Then, you see, Tanchora will also come ... The old woman thought about death many times and knew her as herself. In recent years, they have become friends, the old woman often talked to her, and death, having settled down somewhere on the sidelines, listened to her reasonable whisper and sighed understandingly. They agreed that the old woman would leave at night, first fall asleep, like all people, so as not to frighten death with open eyes, then she would gently snuggle up, take off her short worldly sleep and give her eternal rest. That's how it all comes out.

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V.G. Rasputin" Deadline" summary

Tale (1970)

Old Anna lies motionless, without opening her eyes; she almost froze, but life is still glimmering. Daughters realize this by bringing a piece of a broken mirror to their lips. It fogs up, so mom is still alive. However, Varvara, one of Anna's daughters, considers it possible already to mourn, "to rebuke her", which she selflessly does first at the bedside, then at the table, "where it is more convenient." Daughter Lyusya at this time sews a mourning dress tailored back in the city. The sewing machine chirps to the beat of Varvarin's sobs.

Anna is the mother of five children, her two sons died, the first ones, born one for God, the other for a guy. Varvara came to say goodbye to her mother from the regional center, Lusya and Ilya from nearby provincial towns.

Can't wait for Anna Tanya from distant Kiev. And next to her in the village was always her son Mikhail, along with his wife and daughter. Gathering around the old woman on the morning of the day following the arrival, the children, seeing their mother revived, do not know how to react to her strange rebirth.

“Mikhail and Ilya, having brought vodka, now did not know what to do with them: everything else seemed trifles compared to this, they toiled, as if passing every minute through themselves.” Having huddled in the barn, they get drunk almost without a snack, except for the products that Mikhail Ninka's little daughter carries for them. This causes a legitimate female gay, but the first shots of vodka give the peasants a feeling of a genuine holiday. After all, the mother is alive. Ignoring the girl collecting empty and unfinished bottles, they no longer understand what thought they want to drown out this time, maybe it's fear. “The fear from the consciousness that the mother is about to die is not like all the previous fears that fall to them in life, because this fear is the worst of all, it comes from death ... It seemed that death had already noticed them all in the face and no longer will forget."

Having drunk thoroughly and feeling the next day as if they had been passed through a meat grinder, Mikhail and Ilya thoroughly get drunk the next day. “But how not to drink? - says Michael. - Laziness, the second, let even a week - it is still possible. What if you don't drink until you die? Just think, there is nothing ahead. All the same. How many ropes hold us both at work and at home, that you can’t gasp, so much you had to do and didn’t do, everything must, must, must, must, and the farther, the more you must - it’s all gone to hell. And I drank, as soon as I got free, I did everything that was necessary. And what he didn’t do, he shouldn’t have done, and he did the right thing, what he didn’t do. This does not mean that Mikhail and Ilya do not know how to work and have never known any other joy, except from drunkenness. In the village where they all once lived together, there was a common work - “friendly, inveterate, sonorous, with a dissonance of saws and axes, with a desperate hoot of fallen woods, resounding in the soul with enthusiastic anxiety with the obligatory joking with each other. Such work happens once during the firewood harvesting season - in the spring, so that they have time to dry over the summer, yellow pine logs with a thin silky skin that are pleasant to the eye are placed in neat woodpile. These Sundays are organized for themselves, one family helps another, which is still possible now. But the collective farm in the village is falling apart, people are leaving for the city, there is no one to feed and raise livestock.

Remembering her former life, the townswoman Lusya with great warmth and joy imagines her beloved horse Igrenka, on which “slap a mosquito, it will fall down”, which eventually happened: the horse died. Igren dragged a lot, but did not manage. Wandering around the village through the fields and arable land, Lucy realizes that she does not choose where to go, that she is being guided by some outsider who lives in these places and confesses her power ... It seemed that life came back, because she, Lucy, is here she forgot something, lost something very valuable and necessary for her, without which it is impossible ...

While the children drink and reminisce, the old woman Anna, having eaten the children's semolina porridge specially cooked for her, cheers up even more and goes out onto the porch. She is hung by a long-awaited friend Mironikha. “Ochi-mochi! Are you, old woman, alive? Mironikha says. “Why doesn’t death take you? .. I’m going to her wake, I think she chided like a kind one, but she’s still here.”

Anna grieves that Tatyana, Tanchora, as she calls her, is not among the children gathered at her bedside. Tanchora was not like any of the sisters. She stood as if between them with her special character, soft and joyful, human. So without waiting for her daughter, the old woman decides to die. “There was nothing more for her to do in this world, and there was no need to postpone death. While the guys are here, let them bury, carry out, as usual with people, so that another time they do not return to this concern. Then, you see, Tanchora will also come ... The old woman thought about death many times and knew her as herself. In recent years, they have become friends, the old woman often talked to her, and death, sitting somewhere on the sidelines, listened to her reasonable whisper and sighed understandingly. They agreed that the old woman would leave at night, first fall asleep, like all people, so as not to frighten death with open eyes, then she would gently snuggle up, take off her short worldly sleep and give her eternal rest. That's how it all comes out.

The story "Deadline" by Rasputin was written in 1970. In his book, the author reveals the themes of the spiritual and moral fall of man. The work shows how selfishness, callousness, heartlessness that have taken possession of people's lives and souls affect not only fate specific person but also on society as a whole.

main characters

Anna- an old woman, a mother of five children, a kind, hardworking, caring woman.

Other characters

barbarian- the eldest daughter, a simple village woman, exhausted by a hard life and frequent childbirth.

Lucy- Anna's daughter, a city dweller, educated, demanding of herself and people.

Ilya- the middle son, also a resident of the city.

Michael- the youngest son, with whom Anna lives; indecisive, irresponsible, big drinker.

Tatyana- most youngest child Anna, a kind and gentle woman.

Mironikha Anna's best friend.

Nadia and Nina- Anna's daughter-in-law and her little granddaughter.

Chapter 1

The old woman Anna, who was already close to eighty, "waited for death, the time for which seemed ripe." She kept out last strength, but three years ago "gave up and took to her bed".

During her life, Anna gave birth to many children, but “she only had five left alive” - two sons and three daughters. Everyone, except for the youngest son Mikhail, left the village, and it was with him that "the old woman lived out her life." When it became clear that from day to day she would leave the world for another, Mikhail sent telegrams to his brother and sisters to come.

The eldest Varvara arrived first, followed by the “city residents – Ilya and Lusya”, and everyone was waiting for Tatyana from Kiev. The mother was very ill, and Varvara began to mourn her during her lifetime, and Lucy sat down to sew mourning clothes.

Chapters 2-3

Realizing that there would be no vodka in the store on pay day, the brothers prudently decided to buy alcohol for their mother's funeral - at least one box, because "half the village will come."

Unexpectedly for everyone, Anna opened her eyelids, called the children who had gathered near her by name. Upon learning that Tatyana had not yet arrived, the woman again fell into oblivion.

“Little by little the old woman straightened out,” and by evening she asked for liquid semolina. The joy that she sees "her guys, did not let her rest, fought in the face, moved her arms, chest, clogged her throat." Anna was very weak, it was difficult for her to speak, and she only looked lovingly at the children - "greedily, hastily, as if forever absorbing every face."

While straightening her mother's bed, Lucy noticed that she was sleeping on dirty sheets that had not been washed for a long time. She began to reprimand Mikhail for such indifference, not noticing how thickly Nadya, her brother's wife, "blushed." To which Anna began to defend her daughter-in-law, who had patiently looked after her all this time. The woman admitted that it was much harder for her with Mikhail when he drinks, and he was in this state regularly. Lucy promised to talk to her brother.

Overjoyed that his mother was recovering, Ilya and Mikhail decided to have a drink.

Chapters 4-5

The next morning, Anna tried to sit up on her own, and succeeded. At dawn, Ninka, the young daughter of Mikhail, stomped to her, and warmed herself near her grandmother.

Anna asked Varvara, who had a bad dream, to run to Mironikha, an old neighbor, and visit her.

Mikhail woke up, who the other day with Ilya drank three bottles of vodka. With a hangover, he was afraid that he and his brother had drunk the whole box, but, looking into the pantry, Mikhail “wrinkled happily” - the untouched bottles were in place.

Prudently hiding one bottle of vodka in the chicken coop, Mikhail woke up his brother, and they began to complain to each other about how hard it is to deal with a hangover with age. However, this did not prevent the brothers from drinking a bottle of vodka before breakfast, while they are not seen by women.

Alcohol unleashed the tongues of drinking companions, and they began to lament that the mother did not die in time, when "everyone gathered, got ready."

Chapter 7

On reflection, Lucy decided to go for a walk in the forest. She "did not want to see anyone, talk to anyone - neither pity nor cheer." Looking at familiar landscapes, Lucy recalled her carefree childhood, youth - "how strange and how far it was, as if not with her."

Finally, she reached the field, which was the goal of her walk. One day, hungry postwar period, Lyusya was sent to harrow this field, highlighting the stallion Igrenka, exhausted by hard work and eternal malnutrition. During work, he suddenly fell and could not get up. From fear, Lucy began to beat the horse, and then ran after her mother.

Upon learning of the trouble, Anna immediately rushed to the aid of Igrenka. With affectionate perseverance, she helped the stallion to get up, who understood her perfectly. That saved him from certain death.

Walking "in the places that most clearly marked her former country life”, Lucy clearly understood that she had forgotten a lot, and a lot was gone forever ...

Chapters 8-11

Anna was visited by her old girlfriend, the lively and restless Mironikha, who always enjoyed teasing her neighbor. They gladly savored all the village gossip. Looking at Anna, Mironikha thought about how “it would be good for them and the old woman to die at one o’clock, so that no one would be left for later.”

Mikhail and Ilya went into a deep binge. Soon their neighbor Stepan made up the company, and now "Michael was no longer afraid of either Satan or his wife."

Anna was very glad that the children gathered near her, but mother's heart haunted thoughts about Tanchor - the youngest daughter Tatyana. She had not seen her for a long time - Tatyana married a military man who was "transferred" from city to city, and soon the couple settled in distant Kiev.

Tanchora was "the last one, scraping" and "grew more affectionate than her sisters." At first, it was unusual for Anna to receive so much love, so much tenderness from her daughter, and in response her heart overflowed with gratitude and inexpressible joy.

When Anna realized that there was no point in waiting for Tatiana any longer, something “suddenly broke” in her. The children tried to calm her down, but the old woman was crying unabated - she was sure that something had happened to Tatyana.

"That same night, without delay," Anna decided to die. She remembered all the relatives who had gone to another world, all her children, who were never destined to live in this world. Anna believed that she was already delayed, but she had someone to go to. "In the night the old woman died" ...

Conclusion

In his work, Valentin Rasputin raises the problem of forgetting one's origins, one's roots. People chained in the shell of their own egoism and indifference are losing the rich spiritual heritage of their ancestors.

After getting acquainted with brief retelling"Deadline", we recommend reading Rasputin's story in full.

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Deadline

Old Anna lies motionless, without opening her eyes; she almost froze, but life is still glimmering. Daughters realize this by bringing a piece of a broken mirror to their lips. It fogs up, so mom is still alive. However, Varvara, one of Anna's daughters, considers it possible already to mourn, "repeal her", which she selflessly does first at the bedside, then at the table, "where it is more convenient." Daughter Lucy at this time sews a mourning dress tailored back in the city. The sewing machine chirps to the beat of Varvarin's sobs.

Anna is the mother of five children, her two sons died, the first ones, born one for God, the other for a guy. Varvara came to say goodbye to her mother from the regional center, Lusya and Ilya from nearby provincial towns.

Can't wait for Anna Tanya from distant Kiev. And next to her in the village was always her son Mikhail, along with his wife and daughter. Having gathered around the old woman on the morning of the day following the arrival, the children, seeing their mother revived, do not know how to react to her strange rebirth.

“Mikhail and Ilya, having brought vodka, now did not know what to do with them: everything else seemed trifles compared to this, they toiled, as if passing every minute through themselves.” Having huddled in the barn, they get drunk almost without a snack, except for the products that Mikhail Ninka's little daughter carries for them. This causes legitimate female anger, but the first shots of vodka give the peasants a feeling of a genuine holiday. After all, the mother is alive. Ignoring the girl collecting empty and unfinished bottles, they no longer understand what thought they want to drown out this time, maybe it's fear. “The fear from the consciousness that the mother is about to die is not like all the previous fears that fall to them in life, because this fear is the worst of all, it comes from death ... It seemed that death had already noticed them all in the face and already won't forget again."

Having drunk thoroughly and feeling the next day as if they had been put through a meat grinder, Mikhail and Ilya thoroughly get drunk the next day. “But how not to drink?” says Mikhail. “Laziness, the second, even if it’s a week, it’s still possible. at work, and at home, that you can’t gasp, so much you had to do and didn’t do, everything must, must, must, must, and the farther, the more you have to - it’s all gone to hell. I did what I needed to do, but what I didn’t do, I shouldn’t have done, and I did the right thing, what I didn’t do.” This does not mean that Mikhail and Ilya do not know how to work and have never known any other joy, except from drunkenness. In the village where they once lived together, there was a common work - "friendly, inveterate, sonorous, with a dissonance of saws and axes, with a desperate hoot of fallen woods, resounding in the soul with enthusiastic anxiety with obligatory joking with each other. Such work happens once in the season of harvesting firewood - in the spring, so that they have time to dry over the summer, yellow pine logs, pleasant to the eye, with a thin silky skin, lie down in neat woodpile. These Sundays are organized for themselves, one family helps another, which is still possible now. But the collective farm in the village is falling apart, people are leaving for the city, there is no one to feed and raise livestock.

Remembering her former life, the townswoman Lusya with great warmth and joy imagines her beloved horse Igrenka, on which "slap a mosquito, it will fall down," which in the end happened: the horse died. Igren dragged a lot, but did not manage. Wandering around the village through the fields and arable land, Lucy realizes that she does not choose where she should go, that she is directed by some outsider who lives in these places and professes her power. ... It seemed that life came back, because she, Lucy, forgot something here, lost something very valuable and necessary for her, without which it is impossible ...

While the children are drinking and reminiscing, the old woman Anna, having eaten the children's semolina porridge specially cooked for her, cheers up even more and goes out onto the porch. She is hung by a long-awaited friend Mironikha. "Oti-mochi! You, old woman, are you still alive?" says Mironikha.

Anna grieves that Tatyana, Tanchora, as she calls her, is not among the children gathered at her bedside. Tanchora was not like any of the sisters. She stood as if between them with her special character, soft and joyful, human. So without waiting for her daughter, the old woman decides to die. “There was nothing more for her to do in this world and there was no need to postpone death. While the guys are here, let them bury them, spend them, as usual with people, so that they don’t have to return to this concern another time. Then, you see, Tanchora will come .. "The old woman thought about death many times and knew her as herself. In recent years, they became friends, the old woman often talked to her, and death, having settled down somewhere on the sidelines, listened to her judicious whisper and sighed understandingly. They agreed that the old woman would leave at night, at first she will fall asleep, like all people, so as not to frighten death with open eyes, then she will gently snuggle up, remove her short worldly sleep and give her eternal rest. That's how it all comes out.