Ivan Bunin "Aglaya. Aglaya Rev. Seraphim Sarovsky

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Ivan Alekseevich Bunin Aglaya Original Here: E-Library of the Yabluchansky. In the world, in the forest village, where Aglaya was born and grew, her called Anna. Father with his mother she lost early. I went in winter to the village of OSP, and many dead people were brought to the graveyard in the village of Saint-Lake. At once, two coffins also stood in the wabbat. The girl did not experience any fear, nor pity, only forever I remembered that nothing like, for living alone and hard spirit, which came from them, and that winter freshness, the cold of the charming thaws that the men who endured the coffins to the woods Under the windows. In the forest side of the village of rare and small, coarse log cabins are standing in disarray: how drummer bugs are allowed and closer to the rivers, to lakes. The people are not too poor there and worst their wealth, their old life, nothing that walks a spokon century on earnings, women leaving spooking a non-standard land, where she is free from the forest, mowed in the grass of herbs, and in winter weaving weaving. By everyday life and lay the heart of Anna as a child: Miles were her black hub, and a combustible spray in a sofa. Katerina, her sister, has long been married. She and the rules of the house, first with her husband taken into the courtyard, and then, as he began to leave almost for all year round, alone. Under her clergy, the girl grew smoothly and spore, never signet, did not complain of anything, only everything was thinking. If Katerina sucked her, asked that with her, she responded simply, saying that her neck creaks and that she was listening. "Here! She said, turning his head, his whitewash, - hear?" - "Do you think about what?" "So. I do not know." With the peers, she was not found as a child, and there did not happen anywhere else, "only the wounds went with the sister and then the old village behind the Saint-Lake, where the pine crosses are sticking onto the pine crosses and stands, covered with blackened wooden scales. For the first time, they dressed her then in the lapti and a sarafan from the Pestry, bought a necklace and a yellow handkerchief. Katerina about her husband grieved, cried; I cried and about your mindlessness. And, smelting tears, let him make a vow not to know her husband. When the husband came, she met him joyfully, okay spoke with him about her houses, carefully reviewed his shirt, she chinila, that she had troubles near the stove and was pleased when he liked him; But they slept rose like a strange. And he left, - again she became boring and quiet. She became increasingly left from home, shehousehouses had a shorterwood abode, there was an elder Rodion, saving for that inadequate in a forest hut. She persistently learned to read, brought sacred books from the monastery and read them out loud, an unusual voice, lowering his eyes, holding a book in both hands. And the girl stood near, he listened, looking around the hut, which was always a cock. Running the sound of his voice, I read Katerina about the saints, about martyrs, our dark, the earthly despicable for the sake of heavenly, hearing their flesh with passions and lust. Anna listened to reading as a song in someone else's language, with attention. But closed Katerina the book - and she never asked to read again: she was always incomprehensible. For years to thirteen, it became canceled fine, high and strong. She was gentle, Bela, Sinegylase, and her job loved simple, rude. When the summer came and came Katerina's husband, when the village went on the buds, and Anna and his worked as an adult. Yes, summer work in that side is scanty. And again, sisters were left alone, again returned to their smooth life, and again, leaving from the cattle, with the stove, sat Anna for sewing, behind the village, and Katerina read - about the seas, about the deserts, about the city of Rome, about Byzantium, oh miracles And the exploits are first christian. In the Black Forest Haze, then the Word Charging Hearing sounded: "In the country of Cappadocya, in the reign of the pious Byzantine emperor of the Lion's Great ... During the Patriarchate of the St. Ioacima Alexandrian, in the distance from us Ethiopia ..." I learned Anna about the virks and youths, Rastered wild beasts on rhystalists, about the heavenly beauty of Barbara, decaded by his lightening parent, about the relics stored by the Angels on the Sinai Mountain, about the warrior of Eustafia, converted to the true God of the call of the very crucible, the Sun who satisfied among the born of deer, to them, Eustiatire, on the animal fish Stamped, about the works of Sava consecrated, having lived in the fiery valley, and many, many, bitter days and nights who held their desert streams, in crypts and mountain cynos ... In adolescence, she saw herself in a dream in a long flax shirt and in iron Crown on the head. And Katerina told her: "This is you to death, sister, to the early ending." And on the fifteenth year, she became just like a girl, and the people were divided into her Milosity: the golden-white color of her oblong face was a little played by a frying blush; her eyebrows were thick, light-blonde, blue eyes; light, ok, - except that is not moderately high, thin and long-term, - quiet and

"Aglaya"

In the world, in the forest village, where Aglaya was born and grew, her called Anna.

Father with his mother she lost early. I went in winter to the village of OSP, and many dead people were brought to the graveyard in the village of Saint-Lake. At once, two coffins also stood in the wabbat. The girl did not experience any fear, nor pity, only forever I remembered that nothing like, for living alone and hard spirit, which came from them, and that winter freshness, the cold of the charming thaws that the men who endured the coffins to the woods Under the windows.

In the forest side of the village of rare and small, coarse log cabins are standing in disarray: how drummer bugs are allowed and closer to the rivers, to lakes. The people are not too poor there and worst their wealth, their old life, nothing that walks a spokon century on earnings, women leaving spooking a non-standard land, where she is free from the forest, mowed in the grass of herbs, and in winter weaving weaving. By everyday life and lay the heart of Anna as a child: Miles were her black hub, and a combustible spray in a sofa.

Katerina, her sister, has long been married. She and the rules of the house, first with her husband taken into the courtyard, and then, as he began to leave almost for all year round, alone. Under her clergy, the girl grew smoothly and spore, never signet, did not complain of anything, only everything was thinking. If Katerina sucked her, asked that with her, she responded simply, saying that her neck creaks and that she was listening. "Here! - She said, turning his head, his whitewash, - you hear? " - "Do you think about what?" "So. I dont know". With the peers, she was not found as a child, and there did not happen anywhere else, "only the wounds went with the sister and then the old village behind the Saint-Lake, where the pine crosses are sticking onto the pine crosses and stands, covered with blackened wooden scales.

For the first time, they dressed her then in the lapti and a sarafan from the Pestry, bought a necklace and a yellow handkerchief.

Katerina about her husband grieved, cried; I cried and about your mindlessness. And, smelting tears, let him make a vow not to know her husband. When the husband came, she met him joyfully, okay spoke with him about her houses, carefully reviewed his shirt, she chinila, that she had troubles near the stove and was pleased when he liked him; But they slept rose like a strange. And he left, - again she became boring and quiet. She became increasingly left from home, shehousehouses had a shorterwood abode, there was an elder Rodion, saving for that inadequate in a forest hut. She persistently learned to read, brought sacred books from the monastery and read them out loud, an unusual voice, lowering his eyes, holding a book in both hands. And the girl stood near, he listened, looking around the hut, which was always a cock. Running the sound of his voice, I read Katerina about the saints, about martyrs, our dark, the earthly despicable for the sake of heavenly, hearing their flesh with passions and lust. Anna listened to reading as a song in someone else's language, with attention. But closed Katerina the book - and she never asked to read again: she was always incomprehensible.

For years to thirteen, it became canceled fine, high and strong. She was gentle, Bela, Sinegylase, and her job loved simple, rude. When the summer came and came Katerina's husband, when the village went on the buds, and Anna and his worked as an adult. Yes, summer work in that side is scanty. And again, sisters were left alone, again returned to their smooth life, and again, leaving from the cattle, with the stove, sat Anna for sewing, behind the village, and Katerina read - about the seas, about the deserts, about the city of Rome, about Byzantium, oh miracles And the exploits are first christian. In the Black Forest Hazel, then the charming hearing words sounded: "In the country of Cappadocya, in the reign of the pious Byzantine emperor of Lion the Great ... During the days of the patriarchate of the St. Joacima Alexandrian, in the distance from us Ethiopia ..." I learned Anna about the virks and youths, Rastered wild beasts on rhystalists, about the heavenly beauty of Barbara, decaded by his lightening parent, about the relics stored by the Angels on the Sinai Mountain, about the warrior of Eustafia, converted to the true God of the call of the very crucible, the Sun who satisfied among the born of deer, to them, Eustiatire, on the animal fish Stamped, about the works of Sava consecrated, having lived in the fiery valley, and many, many, bitter days and nights who held their desert streams, in crypts and mountain cynos ... In adolescence, she saw herself in a dream in a long flax shirt and in iron Crown on the head. And Katerina told her: "It's for you to death, sister, to the early ending."

And on the fifteenth year, she became just like a girl, and the people were divided into her Milosity: the golden-white color of her oblong face was a little played by a frying blush; her eyebrows were thick, light-blonde, blue eyes; Easy, pool, - Is that not moderately high, thin and long-term, - quietly and well raised her long eyelashes. Winter that year was especially harsh. Filled in the snow, lakes, terly overwhelmed the ice hole, the frosty wind became frosty and played in the morning dresses with two mirrored, in rainbow rings, the sun. In front of the Katerina, Katerina elave, Toloko, Anna was fed only bread. "Another prophetic dream want to freely," she said sister. And under the New Year again, she again dreamed of her: she saw her early frosty morning, just revealed because of the snowing ice sun, sharp wind intercepted the spirit; And on the wind, in the sun, on the white field, she flew on skis, chased for some kind of wonderful ermine, and suddenly suddenly fell somewhere in the abyss - and blinded, suffocated in the cloud of snow dust, which squeezed from skiing on a breakdown. .. nothing could not be understood in this dream, but Anna for the whole day of the new year never looked into the eyes of the sister; They traveled priests around the village, and they went to Socratic, - she hid behind the curtain. In that winter, not yet established in his thoughts, often she had been boring, and Katerina told her: "For a long time I call to the father of Rodion, he would love everything from you!"

She read her in that winter about Alexei God's man and about John Bushshchika, in the poverty of the died at the gate of his noble parents, read about Simeon the Strong, alive with the standing in a stone pillar. Anna asked her: "And what did the Batyushka do not stand?" And she answered her that the exploits of the saints were different that our passion recorders are more in the Kiev caves, and then they saved or reached the kingdom of heaven in the image of Nagich, necromatic yurodes. Anna learned on that winter - about their spiritual letters: about Matthey's inspired, which was granted to see in the world only one dark and low, penetrate into the innermost sander of human hearts, to see the faces of underground diazols and hear the wicked tips about the brand The grombopper, who devoted himself to the burial of the dead and in the incessant proximity to death, who had acquired such power over it, that she trembled his voices, about Isaacia, the recovery, drove her body into the crude goat skin, forever he had an increasing, and predicted insane dances with demons, at night Fascinating it in pouring and wobbies for loud clicks, twins, tympany and husli ... "From Him, Isaacia, and we went the bodies," Katerina said to her, "and how many of them were impossible! Batyushka Rodion so bayal: There were no them in one country, only we were visited by the Lord in the great sins of our and in great grace. " And added that he heard to the monastery, - a mournful story about how Russia had gone from Kiev in the forest and the swamps impassable, in the Lubyany towns of their own, under the brutal power of the Moscow princes, as she suffered from sink, civilian, from the ferocious Tatar Hordes and from Other Lord Kar - from Mora and glad, from fires and heavenly signs. It was then, she said, such a lot of God's people, Christ for those who suffered and rejugating that they were not to hear the divine singing for the churches from a pisk and shout. And there was a considerable number of them, she said to face heaven: there is Simon, from the Volga forests that he wandered and hid the gaze of human on wild yarns in one shirt of the edited, after that, upholstered in the city, every day he was a bit of citizens for the unceasing and died from wounds caused by beatings; There are proofers who took incessant flour in the city of Vyatka, he drought in the night at Cocolnica and beat in the bell often and with the alarm, as it were during the fiery mental; There are proofers born in the Zyryansky regions, among savage-hunting savors, and loved empty places in his hands, and loved empty places, sad forest shores over Sukhona, where, sitting on a pebble, prayed with tears about swimming on it; There are yaks bliss that sailed in a sobal loobal dealer on the river MET to dark residents of that poor terrain; There is John Vlashaty, from under the Great Rostov, the hair had so violent, that all seen it was shown in fear; There is John Vologda, the nine big cap, the growing small, face wrinkled, with all the crosses, who did not take off the cap, the cast iron of this; There are Vasily Naghodets, instead of clothing wearing in the winter clap, and in the summer version of the chain of iron and handkerchiefs in hand. .. "Now, sister," Katerina said, "all of them are coming to the Lord, they rejoice in the host of saints, the relics of their risen are worshiped in cancers of cypress and silver, in the Saint Cathedrals, next to the kings and saint!" - "And what did the father of Rodion disgrace?" - again asked Anna. And Katerina replied that he went in the footsteps of imitating not Isaacia, and Sergia Radonezh, in the footsteps of the lass monasteries. Batyushka Rodion, she said, was saved first in the same ancient and glorious desert, based on the very places where among the dense forest, in the vapla of three-time oak, the once great saint lived; There, he carried a strict obedience and accepted the kneel, he received himself for the rest of his tears and heartlessness to the flesh of the mint of the Tsaritsa Heaven, resist the vows of the seven-year shutter and seven-year-old silence, but it was not pleasant, left the monastery and came, - a lot, many years ago - in our forests, put on Lypti Lykov, the White Balahon from Issisted, the epratrochil is black with an amicable cross on it, with the image of the skull and bones of Adam, comes only the water and sicks are not willed, the window of his hut has blocked the icon, sleeps in the coffin, under the negatimy lampado And in the midnight clock, his beasts spelling, crowds of the dead of fierce and diazoles are insteading ...

Fifteen years old from the family, at that very day, when the girl should become a bridal, Anna left the world.

Spring in that year came early and hot. The berry seized in the forests of the finely, herbs were on the belt, and from the beginning of Petrovok, they had already gone to mow them. Anna with hunting worked, tanned in the sun, among herbs and flowers; The blush of the dust flared on her face, shoved on the head of the handkerchief hid the warm eyes. But once, on the back, a big brilliant snake with an emerald head was shown the circle of her barefoot legs. Catching the snake with my long and narrow hand, having thwarting her Ice and slippery harness, far dropped his Anna and did not even raise his face, but it was frightened firmly, whiter was done. And Katerina told her; "It's you, sister, third indication; Fear of the site of the tempter, dangerous time goes to you! " And from fright, from these words, only a week after he did not go from the face of Anna the mortal color. And under Petrov, the day unexpectedly was asked to go to the insidency to the middle-capacity - and went and spent the night there, and the next morning he was able to stand in a folk crowd at the hermit threshold. And the great grace was given to her: because of the whole crowd it looked and anchored to himself. And she came out of him, lowly bowing his head, half a face closing his handkerchief, shifting it on fire of his hot lines and in confusion of feelings without seeing the land under him: He called her chosen by the victim, he lit her, he lit two wax candles and took one The other gave her and was worth it for a long time, praying in front, and then she ordered her to make it to the image - and blessed to be in a short time in the monastery on obedience. "My happiness, the victim of the nomuda! He said to her. - Be a bride is not earthly, and heaven! I know, I have to prepare you sister. Funny and I, sinful, about that. "

In the monastery, in atocacy, detached from the world and from his will for the sake of spiritual perception, Anna, named when he was tested by Agelai, stayed thirty-three months. On the outcome of the thirty-third - was pressed.

As she lived there, as she was saved, about the possibility of time, in completeness did not know anyone. But still something in folk memory remains. One day a baby mantis from different and distant edges in that forest edge, where Anna was born. He met the river, through which they needed to cross, the usual chain of holy places, the view of the unprecedented, revelped, even just to say, wonderful, his eyes under the oldest gentleman was scarf tied. They began to ask him about the paths, about the roads to the monastery, about the very Rodion and about Anna. In response, they first talked about himself: I, they say, sister himself, and I myself know God's news, however, however, I can partly talk with you, for I come back precisely from those locations; You said, I suppose it is terribly terribly with me - and I do not know this, many not honey with me: Having hiking, she will meet, sees - walks on the woods of the stories, making himself one-dinner with a white scarf in the eyes and still psalms hits - It is clear, the tear takes; Already too, in my sins, greedy and fast eyes with me, the vision is so rare and piercing, that I will even see the cat at night, while I am not in the measure of Semach, because I don't go with people, but a third party; Well, so I decided to cut a little my bodily vision ... Then he began to tell how much, according to his calculation, there was still mantis to go, for which locality it is necessary to keep the way where to have overnight stays and rest and what the abode is there.

At first, "said," the village will come to Saint-Lake, then the same village where Anna was born, and there you will see another lake, monastic, though small, but decent, and we will have to swim in this lake. And how to land, tight and the most monastery hand to file. It is understandable, and on the forest of the forest without end, and through the forest look like usually, the walls of the monastery, chapters of church, celi, stirrerisses ...

Then it was for a long time about the life of Rodion, about childhood and adolescence Anna, at the end she talked about her stay in the abode:

Her stay was, oh, short! - He said, - It's a pity, say, such beauty and infability? We are stupid, it is sorry for us. Yes, it can be seen, the father of Rodion knew well what he was doing. After all, he and with all such a thing - and gentlemen, and meek, and gladly, and persistently happily, with Agelia, especially. I was, butterflies, on the spot of her rest ... Long grave, beautiful, all the grass thicket, green ... And I will not hide, I will not hide: it's there, on the grave, I felt tied my eyes, this Aglain didn't give me an example: After all, she needed to know, for all his stay in the monastery did not raise any time - as she shifted the cover on them, and it was left, and there was a scoop so much, so the evasion that even his father's father was divided into her. But, I suppose, it was not easy for her to raise such a feat - with the land, with a person, it is human forever to break up! And she carried the work in the monastery, the very heavy, and nights on prayer idle, yes, but they say, and her father her father is alleged! Of all distinguished, every day allowed it into his hunger, he led to her long conversations about the future glory of the monastery, even his visions opened her visions - I understand, with strict thanks to silence. Well, she burned down, like a candle, in the shortest possible time ... Sigh again, I'm sorry? I agree: sorely! But I will tell you much more: for the great Her humility, for the nozzles to the world of earth, for silence and unbearable difficulty, he made unheard of: on the outcome of the third year, he walked her, and then, on prayer and holy thinking, called her to himself In a single terrible hour - and commanded the demise to take. Yes, so straight and brought to her: "My happiness, your time fit! Stay in my memory as beautiful as you stand in this hour in front of me: get away to the Lord! " And what do you think? A day later she was pressed. Slowed, laid fire - and ended. He, however, comforted her - he told her before the death, that, alone, only small from the secret of his conversations was not able to hide in the first days of obedience, only one mouth existed. He granted silver on her funeral, copper for distribution with her burial, chuck candles on a fortyst on it, a yellow ruble candle to the coffin of her and the most coffin - round, oak, swept. And according to his blessing, she put it, thin and sprouts were excellently long, in that coffin with her hair, in two shirts-Savanov, in a white contraction, stool storm, and on top of it - in black, with white crosses, mantle; The head was put on the head, a shitty gold hat from the velvet, on the cap - the campling, after the same, they were tied with a blue shawl with tassels, and leather rosary put in the pen. .. Removed, in a word, where as well! And yet, butterflies, there are a tricky, unqualid rumor that she did not want to die her, oh, how else didn't want something! Departing in such a joaliness and in such beauty, with everyone, they say, in tears she said goodbye, everyone said loudly: "Forgive me!" Finally, I closed my eyes and separately Plenas: "And you, Mati-Earth, sinned seven soul and body - forgive me?" And the words are terrible: falling by bromo to the land, they were read in the repeated prayer in ancient Russia for the evening under the trinity, under the pagan shorter day.

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In the world, in the forest village, where Aglaya was born and grew, her called Anna.

Father with his mother she lost early. Once I went in winter to the village of OPA, and many dead people were brought to the graveyard in the village of Saint-Lake. At once, two coffins also stood in the wabbat. The girl did not experience any fear, nor pity, only forever remembered to anything not like, for living alone and grave spirit, which came from them, and the winter freshness, the cold thaws thawed that the men who endured the coffins to the woods Under the windows.

Katerina, her sister, has long been married. She and the rules of the house, first with her husband taken into the courtyard, and then, as he began to leave almost for all year round, alone. Under her prisser, the girl grew smoothly and spore, never silent, did not complain about anything, only everything was thinking. If Katerina sucked her, asked that with her, she responded simply, saying that her neck creaks and that she was listening. "Here! - She said, turning his head, his whitewash, - you hear? " - "Do you think about what?" - "So. I dont know". With the peers, she was not found as a child, and there was nothing anywhere, - just once went with her sister to the old village for the Saint-Lake, where on the graveyard, under the pines, pine crosses stick out and stands the log church, covered with blackened wooden scales. For the first time, they dressed her then in the lapti and a sarafan from the Pestry, bought a necklace and a yellow handkerchief.

Katerina about her husband grieved, cried; I cried and about your mindlessness. And smelling tears, gave vow not to know her husband. When the husband came, she met him joyfully, okay spoke with him about her houses, carefully reviewed his shirt, she chinila, that she had troubles near the stove and was pleased when he liked him; But they slept rose like a strange. And he left, - again she became boring and quiet. She became increasingly left from home, shehousehouses had a shorterwood abode, there was an elder Rodion, saving for that inadequate in a forest hut. She persistently learned to read, brought sacred books from the monastery and read them out loud, an unusual voice, lowering his eyes, holding a book in both hands. And the girl stood near, he listened, looking around the hut, which was always a cock. Running the sound of his voice, I read Katerina about the saints, about martyrs, our dark, the earthly despicable for the sake of heavenly, hearing their flesh with passions and lust. Anna listened to reading as a song in someone else's language, with attention. But closed Katerina the book - and she never asked to read again: she was always incomprehensible.

For years to thirteen, she became canceled fine, high and strong. She was gentle, Bela, Sinegylase, and her job loved simple, rude. When the summer came and came the husband of Katerina, when the whole village was going on on Poshos, she and Anna and his worked as an adult. Yes, summer work in that side is scanty. And again, sisters were left alone, again returned to their smooth life, and again, leaving from the cattle, with the stove, sat Anna for sewing, behind the village, and Katerina read - about the seas, about the deserts, about the city of Rome, about Byzantium, oh miracles And the exploits are first christian. In the black forest hut, then charming hearing words sounded: "In the country of Cappadocyan, in the reign of the pious Byzantine emperor of the Lion's Great ... During the days of the patriarchate of the St. Joacima Alexandrian, in the distance from us Ethiopia ..." So I learned Anna about the girls and young people, confused by wild beasts Rastalchi, about the heavenly beauty of Barbara, befended by his lightening parent, about the relics stored by the Angels on the Sinai Mountain, about the warrior of Eustafia, converted to the true God by the call of the very crucified, the Sun who satisfied among the brains of the deer, them, Eustiatius, on the animal fishing, about the works Savvah consecrated, who dwells in the Valley of the Fiery, and many, many, bitter days and nights who spent their desert streams, in crypts and mountain cynosions ... In adolescence, she saw himself in a dream in a long linen shirt and in the iron wedge on his head. And Katerina told her: "It's for you to death, sister, to the early ending."

And on the fifteenth year she became quite like a girl, and the people were divided by her Milosity: the golden-white color of her oblong face was a little played by a thin blush; her eyebrows were thick, light-blonde, blue eyes; Easy, pool, - Is that not moderately high, thin and long-term, - quietly and well raised her long eyelashes. Winter that year was especially harsh. Filled in the snow, lakes, terly overwhelmed the ice hole, the frosty wind became frosty and played in the morning dresses with two mirrored, in rainbow rings, the sun. In front of the Katerina, Katerina elave, Toloko, Anna was fed only bread. "Another prophetic dream want to freely," she said sister. And under the New Year again, she again dreamed of her: she saw her early frosty morning, just revealed because of the snowing ice sun, sharp wind intercepted the spirit; And on the wind, in the sun, on the white field, she flew on skis, chased for some kind of wonderful ermine, and suddenly suddenly fell somewhere in the abyss - and blinded, dug in the cloud of snow dust, which squeezed from skiing on a breakdown ... Nothing could not be understood in this dream, but Anna for the whole day of the New Year never looked into the eyes of the sister; They traveled priests around the village, and they went to Socratic, - she hid behind the curtain. In that winter, not yet established in his thoughts, often she had been boring, and Katerina told her: "For a long time I call to the father of Rodion, he would love everything from you!"

She read her in that winter about Alexei God's man and about John Bushshchika, in the poverty of the died at the gate of his noble parents, read about Simeon the Strong, alive with the standing in a stone pillar. Anna asked her: "And what did the Batyushka do not stand?" "And she answered her that the exploits of the holy people were different that our passion recorders are more in the Kiev caves, and then they were saved on the dormant forests or reached the kingdom of heaven in the form of Nagih, nec-abdominal yarrodov. Anna learned on that winter - about their spiritual letters: about Matthey's inspired, which was granted to see in the world only one dark and low, penetrate into the innermost sander of human hearts, to see the faces of underground diazols and hear the wicked tips about the brand The grombopper, who devoted himself to the burial of the dead and in the incessant proximity to death, who had acquired such power over it, that she trembled his voices, about Isaacia, the recovery, drove her body into the crude goat skin, forever he had an increasing, and predicted insane dances with demons, at night Fascinating it in pouring and wobbies for loud clicks, twins, tympany and husli ... "From Him, Isaacia, and we went the bodies," Katerina said to her, "and how many of them were impossible! Batyushka Rodion so bayal: There were no them in one country, only we were visited by the Lord in the great sins of our and in great grace. " And added that he heard to the monastery, - a mournful story about how Russia had gone from Kiev in the forest and the swamps impassable, in the Lubyany towns of their own, under the brutal power of the Moscow princes, as she suffered from sink, civilian, from the ferocious Tatar Hordes and from Other Lord Kar - from Mora and glad, from fires and heavenly signs. It was then, she said, such a lot of God's people, Christ for those who suffered and rejugating that they were not to hear the divine singing for the churches from a pisk and shout. And there was a considerable number of them, she said to face heaven: there is Simon, from the Volga forests that he wandered and hid the gaze of human on wild yarns in one shirt of the edited, after that, upholstered in the city, every day he was a bit of citizens for the unceasing and died from wounds caused by beatings; There are proofers who took incessant flour in the city of Vyatka, he burst into the bells in the night and beat him in the bell often and with the alarm, as if during the fiery mental; There are proofers born in the Zyryansky regions, among savage-hunting savors, and loved empty places in his hands, and loved empty places, sad forest shores over Sukhona, where, sitting on a pebble, prayed with tears about swimming on it; There are yaks bliss that sailed in a sobric oak deck on a river MET to dark residents of that poor terrain; There is John Vlashaty, from under the Great Rostov, the hair had so violent, that all seen it was shown in fear; There is John Vologda, the nine big cap, the growing small, face wrinkled, with all the crosses, who did not take off the cap, the cast iron of this; There are Vasily Naghodets, instead of clothes wearing in the winter clap, and in the summer version of the chain of iron and handkerchiefs in his hand ... "Now, sister," Katerina said, "they all will come to the Lord, they rejoice in the host of the saints, the relics are reliced. In the cancers of cypress and silver, in Svyazolyat's Cathedrals, next to the kings and saint! "-" And what did the Batyushka Rodion disgrace? " - again asked Anna. And Katerina replied that he went in the footsteps of imitating not Isaacia, and Sergia Radonezh, in the footsteps of the lass monasteries. Batyushka Rodion, she said, was saved first in the same ancient and glorious desert, based on the very places where among the dense forest, in the vapla of three-time oak, the once great saint lived; There, he carried a strict obedience and accepted the kneel, he received himself for the rest of his tears and heartlessness to the flesh of the mint of the Tsaritsa Heaven, resist the vows of the seven-year shutter and seven-year-old silence, but it was not pleasant, left the monastery and came, - a lot, many years ago , - In our forests, put on Lapty Lykov, the White Balahon from the Issue, the Epitrohil Black with an Ash-confinement cross on it, with the image of the skull and bones of Adamov, only the water and sickness are incredible, the window of his huts blocked the icon, sleeping in the coffin, under the negatimy lampado And in the midnight clock, his beasts spelling, crowds of the dead of fierce and diazoles are insteading ...

Fifteen years old from the family, at that very day, when the girl should become a bridal, Anna left the world.

Spring in that year came early and hot. The berry seized in the forests of the finely, herbs were on the belt, and from the beginning of Petrovok, they had already gone to mow them. Anna with hunting worked, tanned in the sun, among herbs and flowers; The blush of the dust flared on her face, shoved on the head of the handkerchief hid the warm eyes. But once, on the back, a big brilliant snake with an emerald head was shown the circle of her barefoot legs. Catching the snake with my long and narrow hand, having thwarting her Ice and slippery harness, far dropped his Anna and did not even raise his face, but it was frightened firmly, whiter was done. And Katerina told her; "It's you, sister, third indication; Fear of the site of the tempter, dangerous time goes to you! " And from fright, from these words, only a week after he did not go from the face of Anna the mortal color. And under Petrov, the day unexpectedly was asked to go to the insidency to the middle-capacity - and went and spent the night there, and the next morning he was able to stand in a folk crowd at the hermit threshold. And the great grace was given to her: because of the whole crowd it looked and anchored to himself. And she came out of him, lowly bowing his head, half a face closing his handkerchief, shifting it on fire of his hot lines and in confusion of feelings without seeing the land under him: He called her chosen by the victim, he lit her, he lit two wax candles and took one The other gave her and was standing for a long time, praying in front of it, and then she ordered her to make the way - and blessed to be in a short time in the monastery on obedience. "My happiness, the victim of the nomuda! He said to her. - Be a bride is not earthly, and heaven! I know, I have to prepare you sister. Funny and I, sinful, about that. "

"First," said, "the village will come to Saint-Lake, then the same village, where Anna was born, and there you will see another lake, monastic, though small, but decent, and we will have to swim in this lake. And how landed, here is the most monastery with hand. It is understandable, and on the forest of the forest without end, and through the forest look like usually, the walls of the monastery, chapters of church, celi, stirrerisses ...

Then it was for a long time about the life of Rodion, about childhood and adolescence Anna, at the end she talked about her stay in the abode:

- Her stay was, oh, short! - he said. - Sorry, say, such beauty and infability? We are stupid, it is sorry for us. Yes, it can be seen, the father of Rodion knew well what he was doing. After all, he and with all such a thing - both gently, and meek, and joysen, and persistent to merciless, with Agelia especially. I was, butterflies, on the spot of her rest ... A long grave, beautiful, the whole grass thicket, green ... And I will not hide, I will not hide: it's there, on the grave, I fucked up my eyes, it's an example of an example of me: After all, she is needed You have not known for all your stay in the monastery for all of the hour, I didn't raise my eyes for any hour - as I moved the cover on them, and I was left, and there was a scoop, so the evasion that even my father's father was divided into her. But, I suppose, it was not easy for her to raise such a feat - with the land, with a person, it is human forever to break up! And she carried the work in the monastery, the very heavy, and nights on prayer idle, yes, but they say, and her father her father is alleged! Of all distinguished, every day allowed it into his hunger, he led to her long conversations about the future glory of the monastery, even his visions opened her visions - I understand, with strict thanks to silence. Well, she burned down, like a candle, in the shortest possible time ... Sigh again, I'm sorry? I agree: sorely! But I will tell you much more: for the great Her humility, for the nozzles to the world of earth, for silence and unbearable difficulty, he made unheard of: on the outcome of the third year, he walked her, and then, on prayer and holy thinking, called her to himself In a single terrible hour - and commanded the demise to take. Yes, so straight and brought to her: "My happiness, your time fit! Stay in my memory as beautiful as you stand in this hour in front of me: get away to the Lord! " And what do you think? A day later she was pressed. Slowed, laid fire - and ended. He, however, comforted her - he told her before the death, that, alone, only small from the secret of his conversations was not able to hide in the first days of obedience, only one mouth existed. He granted silver on her funeral, copper for distribution with her burial, chuck candles on a fortyst on it, a yellow ruble candle to the coffin of her and the most coffin - round, oak, swept. And according to his blessing, she put it, thin and sprouts were excellently long, in that coffin with her hair, in two shirts-Savanov, in a white contraction, stool storm, and on top of it - in black, with white crosses, mantle; The head was put on a green, scent golden a cap from velvet, on a cap - a fire salve, after the same tied with a blue shawl with tassels, and in the handles put leather strips ... removed the word, where as well! And yet, butterflies, there are a tricky, unqualid rumor that she did not want to die her, oh, how else didn't want something! Departing in such a joaliness and in such beauty, with everyone, they say, in tears she said goodbye, everyone said loudly: "Forgive me!" Finally, closed the eyes and separately: "And you, Mati-Earth, sinned the soul and the body - forgive me?" And the words are terrible: falling by bromo to the land, they were read in the repeated prayer in ancient Russia for the evening under the trinity, under the pagan shorter day.

Literary Institute. A.M. Gorky

A.V. Kovlevich.

Course work on theoretical stylist.

Scientific adviser -

Papan Yu.M.

Moscow

2010

Stylistic analysis of the story of I. Bunin "Aglaya".

The story I. Bunin "Aglaya", written by him in 1916, was, on numerous testimonies of contemporaries, especially love the writer himself.

The story begins almost in zhiya: "In the world, in the forest village, where Aglaya was born and grew, her called Anna" And tells about a rustic girl who grew up in the deaf forest edge and was raised by his older sister.

In the first half of the story, a description of the life and appearance of the main character, Aglai Anna is given. As a result of the analysis of the specified descriptions, the difference is immediately becoming visible: a description of the life, where the sisters lived, rather Skupor, although it is enough to perceive; The description of the appearance of Anna is given very detailed, but it, at first glance, is contradictory and slightly strange:

"For years to thirteen, it became canceled fine, high and strong. She was gentle, Bela, Sinegylase, and the work loved the simple, coarse ... And on the fifteenth year, she became quite like a girl, and the people were divided into her Milosity: the golden-white color of her oblong face was a little played by a frying blush; her eyebrows were thick, light-blonde, blue eyes; Easy, ok, - Isn't that a high, thin and dolvali, - quietly and well raised her long eyelashes. "

Special stop bunin makes Anna's appearance on her "longitude", and in everything - height, hands, eyelashes. Interestingly, in another story, I. Bunin "Light breath", written, like "Aglaya", in 1916, there is a direct explanation for this attention to the writer to the "Defensey" of the heroine:

"I am in one father's book," he has many old, funny books, "I read what beauty should have a woman ... Gently playing a blush, a thin mill, a longer ordinary hand," you understand, a longer than ordinary! .. "

Anna "was thin," but strong, "she was gentle,", but "the work was rude", and against the background of these oppositions, the turnover applied by I. Bunichy "Unless" does not seem random, because and further in Anna's behavior, the reader constantly sees some , not quite at first glance, understandable, duality, to which such behavior of Anna can be attributed, like the fact that she "listened to reading, like a song in someone else's language, with attention. But closed Katerina a book - and she never asked to read more ... " ; And, when "traded priests on the village, they went to Socratic, - she hid behind the curtain under the cauldron" . Even in the abode Anna asked "unexpectedly nigandino." These contradictions in the behavior and appearance of Anna, emphasized by the writer, characterize it, most likely, as a girl who has no inner harmony, equilibrium. Apparently, that is why she goes to the monastery at such a young age.