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Platonov Andrey

In a beautiful and furious world (Machinist Maltsev)

Andrey Platonovich PLATONOV

IN A BEAUTIFUL AND FURIOUS WORLD

(Machinist Maltsev)

In the Tolubeevsky depot, Alexander Vasilyevich Maltsev was considered the best locomotive driver.

He was thirty years old, but he already had the qualification of a first class driver and had driven fast trains for a long time. When the first powerful passenger steam locomotive of the IS series arrived at our depot, Maltsev was assigned to work on this machine, which was quite reasonable and correct. An elderly man from the depot locksmiths named Fyodor Petrovich Drabanov worked as an assistant for Maltsev, but he soon passed the exam for a driver and went to work for another machine, and I, instead of Drabanov, was assigned to work in Maltsev's brigade as an assistant; before that I also worked as an assistant mechanic, but only on an old, low-powered machine.

I was pleased with my appointment. The IS machine, which was the only one on our traction section at that time, evoked a feeling of inspiration in me by its very appearance; I could look at her for a long time, and a special moved joy awakened in me - just as beautiful as in childhood when I first read Pushkin's poems. In addition, I wanted to work in a brigade of a first-class mechanic in order to learn from him the art of driving heavy high-speed trains.

Alexander Vasilyevich accepted my appointment to his brigade calmly and indifferently; he apparently did not care who his assistants would be.

Before the trip, as usual, I checked all the components of the car, tested all its service and auxiliary mechanisms and calmed down, considering the car ready for the trip. Alexander Vasilyevich saw my work, he followed it, but after me he checked the condition of the car with his own hands, as if he did not trust me.

This was repeated afterwards, and I got used to the fact that Alexander Vasilyevich constantly interfered in my duties, although he was silently upset. But usually, as soon as we were in motion, I forgot about my grief. Distracting my attention from the instruments monitoring the state of the running steam locomotive, from observing the operation of the left car and the track ahead, I looked at Maltsev. He led the cast with the courageous confidence of a great master, with the concentration of an inspired artist who absorbed the entire external world into his inner experience and therefore dominates it. Alexander Vasilyevich's eyes looked ahead abstractly, as if they were empty, but I knew that he saw them all the way ahead and all nature rushing towards us - even a sparrow swept from the ballast slope by the wind piercing the space of the car, even this sparrow attracted Maltsev's gaze, and for a moment he turned his head after the sparrow: what will become of him after us, where he flew.

It was our fault that we were never late; on the contrary, we were often detained at intermediate stations, which we must proceed on the move, because we were walking with a surge of time and we were put back into the schedule by means of delays.

We usually worked in silence; only occasionally did Alexander Vasilyevich, without turning in my direction, bang the key on the boiler, wanting me to turn my attention to some disorder in the operating mode of the machine, or preparing me for a sharp change in this mode, so that I was vigilant. I always understood the silent instructions of my senior comrade and worked with full zeal, but the mechanic still treated me, as well as the grease-fireman, aloof and constantly checking grease nipples at the parking lots, tightening the bolts in the drawbar assemblies, tested the axle boxes on the leading axles and so on. If I had just inspected and oiled any working rubbing part, Maltsev followed me again inspecting and oiled it, as if he did not consider my work to be valid.

I, Alexander Vasilyevich, have already checked this crosshead, - I told him once, when he began to check this detail after me.

And I myself want to, - smiling, replied Maltsev, and in his smile there was sadness that struck me.

Later I understood the meaning of his sadness and the reason for his constant indifference to us. He felt his superiority in front of us, because he understood the machine more accurately than we did, and he did not believe that I or anyone else could learn the secret of his talent, the secret of seeing both the passing sparrow and the signal ahead, feeling the path at the same moment, composition weight and machine force. Maltsev understood, of course, that in diligence, in diligence, we could even overcome him, but he could not imagine that we loved the steam locomotive better and drove trains better than him - he thought it was impossible. And Maltsev was therefore sad with us; he was bored of his talent, as of loneliness, not knowing how to express it so that we could understand.

And we, however, could not understand his skills. I once asked for permission to lead me the composition myself; Alexander Vasilyevich allowed me to travel forty kilometers and sat down in the assistant's place. I drove the train, and after twenty kilometers I already had four minutes of delay, and overcame exits from long ascents at a speed of no more than thirty kilometers per hour. Maltsev drove the car after me; he took ascents at a speed of fifty kilometers, and on curves he did not throw the car, like mine, and he soon caught up with the time I had lost.

For about a year I worked as an assistant for Maltsev, from August to July, and on July 5, Maltsev made his last trip as a driver of a courier train ...

We took a train of eighty passenger axles, which was four hours late on the way. The dispatcher went to the locomotive and specifically asked Alexander Vasilyevich to reduce the delay of the train as much as possible, to reduce this delay to at least three hours, otherwise it would be difficult for him to issue an empty load to the next road. Maltsev promised him to catch up with time, and we moved forward.

It was eight o'clock in the afternoon, but the summer day was still going on, and the sun was shining with solemn morning strength. Alexander Vasilyevich demanded from me to keep the steam pressure in the boiler only half an atmosphere below the limit.

Half an hour later we went out into the steppe, on a calm soft profile. Maltsev brought the speed to ninety kilometers and did not give up below, on the contrary, he brought the speed to one hundred kilometers on the horizontal and small slopes. On the ascents, I forced the firebox to its maximum capacity and forced the stoker to manually load the shurovka, to help the stockker machine, because my steam was getting low.

Maltsev drove the car forward, moving the regulator to the full arc and turning the reverse to full cutoff. We were now walking towards a powerful cloud that appeared over the horizon. From our side, the cloud was illuminated by the sun, and from within it, fierce, irritated lightning tore, and we saw how the lightning swords pierced vertically into the silent distant land, and we rushed madly towards that distant land, as if in a hurry to protect it. Alexander Vasilyevich, apparently, was carried away by this sight: he leaned far out of the window, looking ahead, and his eyes, accustomed to smoke, to fire and space, were now sparkling with enthusiasm. He understood that the work and power of our machine could be compared with the work of a thunderstorm, and maybe he was proud of this idea.

Retelling plan

1. Acquaintance with the driver Maltsev and his assistant.
2. Maltsev takes on a difficult task and goes blind while the train is moving. Such management of the composition could lead to disaster.
3. Maltsev regains his sight, he is put on trial and sent to prison.
4. The former train driver goes blind again during an investigative experiment with lightning-like electrical discharges.
5. After a special exam, the driver's assistant drives the passenger trains. He takes the blind Maltsev on a trip.
6. Maltsev begins to see clearly.

Retelling

The hero tells about the incident that happened to him and "the best locomotive driver" Maltsev. He was young, thirty years old, but already had a first class qualification and drove fast trains.

Maltsev was the first to be transferred to the new IS passenger steam locomotive. The narrator was appointed to be his assistant. He was very pleased with the opportunity to master the art of driving, and at the same time to join the new technique.

The driver received the new assistant indifferently. He relied only on himself and his knowledge in everything, so he carefully rechecked all the parts and assemblies of the machine. It was a habit, but it offended the student with disbelief in his ability. But for his professionalism, the hero forgave a lot to his teacher, who definitely felt the way. The train was never late, they quickly caught up with delays at intermediate stations along the way.

Maltsev practically did not communicate with either the assistant or the stoker. If he wanted to point out flaws in the operation of the machine that needed to be eliminated, he knocked on the boiler with a key. He thought that no one else could love a steam locomotive and drive it the way he did. “And we, however, could not understand his skills,” the author admits.

Once the driver allowed the narrator to lead the train on his own. But after some time, he was behind schedule by four and a half minutes. Maltsev successfully compensated for this time.

For almost a year, the hero worked as an assistant. And then an event happened that turned the lives of the heroes. They took the train four hours late. The dispatcher asked to close this gap in order to empty the truck on the next road. The train entered the zone of a thundercloud. Blue light hit the windshield, blinding the hero. It was lightning, but Maltsev did not see it.

Night has come. The hero noticed that Maltsev began to drive the car worse, later it became clear that something was wrong with him. When the hero screamed, the driver braked urgently. A man stood on the road and waved a red-hot poker to stop the train. Ahead, just ten meters away, was a freight train. They did not notice how yellow, red, and other warning signals passed. This could lead to disaster. Maltsev ordered his assistant to drive the locomotive, admitting that he was blind.

After reporting the incident to the head of the depot, the assistant went to escort him home. Already on the way to the house, Maltsev regained his sight.

After the incident, Maltsev was put on trial. The investigator called the driver's assistant as a witness, and he said that he did not consider Maltsev guilty, since the driver was blinded by a close lightning strike. But the investigator reacted with suspicion to these words, because the lightning did not affect the others. But the hero had his own explanation. In his opinion, Maltsev was blinded by the light of lightning, and not by the discharge itself. And when the lightning struck, he was already blind.

Maltsev was still found guilty, since he did not transfer control to an assistant, risking the lives of hundreds of people. From the investigator, the hero went to Maltsev. When asked why he did not entrust him with his place, he replied that it seemed to him that he was seeing the light, but in fact it was in his imagination. Maltsev was sent to prison. The hero became an assistant to another driver. But he missed Maltsev, his ability to really work, and did not leave the thought of helping him.

He proposed to conduct an experiment with a prisoner using a Tesla installation to obtain artificial lightning. However, the experiment was carried out without warning, and Maltsev went blind again. But now the chances of returning vision were much less. Both the investigator and the hero felt guilty for what had happened. Having found justice and innocence, Maltsev received an illness that prevented him from living and working.

At this moment, for the first time, the hero came up with the idea of ​​the existence of some fatal forces, accidentally and indifferently destroying a person. "I saw that there are facts proving the existence of circumstances hostile to human life, and these destructive forces crush the chosen, exalted people." But the hero decided not to give up and resist the circumstances. A year later, the former assistant passed the exam for the rank of a driver and began to independently drive passenger trains. Very often he met Maltsev, who, leaning on his cane, stood at the station platform and "eagerly breathed in the smell of burning and lubricating oil, listened attentively to the rhythmic work of the steam-air pump." He understood the melancholy of Maltsev, who had lost the meaning of life, but could do nothing to help him.

Maltsev was irritated by the benevolent words and sympathy. Once the hero promised to take him with him on a trip, if he would "sit still." The blind man agreed to all the conditions. The next morning, the hero put him in the driver's seat. He put his hands on top of his hands, and so they drove to their destination. On the way back, he put the teacher in his place again. And in calm areas, he even allowed him to drive on his own. The flight ended safely, the train was not late. The hero hoped for a miracle. On the last stretch, he deliberately did not cut the speed ahead of the yellow traffic light. Suddenly Maltsev got up, stretched out his hand to the regulator and shut off the steam. “I see a yellow light,” he said and began to brake. “He turned his face and began to cry. I went up to him and kissed him back. " Kostya's desire to "protect him (his teacher) from the grief of fate" performed a miracle. Until the end of the journey, Maltsev drove the car on his own. After the flight, they sat together all evening and all night. This time, the hostile forces retreated.

An old experienced driver goes blind during the voyage due to a lightning strike, his eyesight is restored, he is tried and sentenced to prison. His assistant invents the artificial lightning test and saves the old man.

The story is told on behalf of the assistant driver Konstantin.

Alexander Vasilyevich Maltsev is considered the best locomotive driver in the Tolumbeyevsky depot. Nobody knows better steam locomotives! It is not surprising that when the first powerful passenger steam locomotive of the IS series arrives at the depot, Maltsev is assigned to work for this machine. Maltsev's assistant, an elderly depot locksmith Fyodor Petrovich Drabanov, soon passes the exam for a driver and leaves for another car, and Konstantin is appointed to his place.

Konstantin is pleased with his appointment, Maltsev does not care who his assistants are. Alexander Vasilyevich oversees the work of his assistant, but after that he always personally checks the serviceability of all mechanisms.

Later, Konstantin understood the reason for his constant indifference to colleagues. Maltsev feels superior to them, because he understands the car more accurately than they do. He does not believe that someone else can learn to sense the car, the path and everything around at the same time.

Konstantin has been working for Maltsev as an assistant for about a year, and on July 5th the time of Maltsev's last trip comes. They take the train on this flight four hours late. The dispatcher asks Maltsev to close this gap as much as possible. Trying to fulfill this request, Maltsev drives the car forward with all his might. On the way, they are caught by a thundercloud, and Maltsev, blinded by a flash of lightning, loses his sight, but continues to confidently lead the train to its destination. Konstantin notices that Maltsev's line-up is much worse.

Another train appears on the way of the express train. Maltsev hands the control over to the narrator, and confesses his blindness:

- Kostya ... Then you drive the car, I went blind.

The accident is avoided thanks to Constantine. Here Maltsev admits that he sees nothing. The next day, vision returns to him.

Alexander Vasilyevich is put on trial, the investigation begins. It is almost impossible to prove the innocence of the old driver. Maltsev is sent to prison, and his assistant continues to work.

In winter, in the regional city, Konstantin visits his brother, a student living in a university dormitory. His brother tells him that in the physics laboratory of the university there is a Tesla installation for producing artificial lightning. Some consideration comes to Konstantin's mind.

Returning home, he ponders his guess regarding the Tesla installation and writes a letter to the investigator, who was in charge of the Maltsev case, with a request to test the prisoner Maltsev by creating an artificial lightning. If the susceptibility of Maltsev's psyche or visual organs to the action of sudden and close electrical discharges is proven, then his case must be reconsidered. Konstantin explains to the investigator where Tesla's installation is located, and how to perform an experiment on a person. For a long time there was no answer, but then the investigator reports that the regional prosecutor agreed to conduct the proposed examination in the university physics laboratory.

The experiment is carried out, Maltsev's innocence is proved, and he himself is released. But as a result of the experience, the old driver loses his sight, and this time it is not restored.

Konstantin tries to cheer up the blind old man, but he does not succeed. Then he tells Maltsev that he will take him on the flight.

During this trip, sight returns to the blind, and the narrator allows him to independently drive the locomotive to Tolumbeyev:

- Drive the car to the end, Alexander Vasilievich: now you see the whole world!

After work Konstantin, together with the old machinist, go to Maltsev's apartment, where they sit all night.

Constantine is afraid to leave him alone, like his own son, without protection against the action of the sudden and hostile forces of our beautiful and furious world.

Platonov Andrey

In a beautiful and furious world

A. Platonov

IN A BEAUTIFUL AND FURIOUS WORLD

In the Tolubeevsky depot, Alexander Vasilyevich Maltsev was considered the best locomotive driver.

He was thirty years old, but he already had the qualification of a first class driver and had driven fast trains for a long time. When the first powerful passenger steam locomotive of the IS series arrived at our depot, Maltsev was assigned to work on this machine, which was quite reasonable and correct. An elderly man from the depot locksmiths named Fyodor Petrovich Drabanov worked as an assistant for Maltsev, but he soon passed the exam for a driver and went to work for another machine, and instead of Drabanov I was assigned to work in Maltsev's brigade as an assistant; before that I also worked as an assistant mechanic, but only on an old, low-powered machine.

I was pleased with my appointment. The IS machine, which was the only one on our traction section at that time, evoked a feeling of inspiration in me by its very appearance: I could look at it for a long time, and a special moved joy awakened in me, just as beautiful as in childhood when I first read Pushkin's poems. In addition, I wanted to work in a brigade of a first-class mechanic in order to learn from him the art of driving heavy high-speed trains.

Alexander Vasilyevich accepted my appointment to his brigade calmly and indifferently: he apparently did not care who would be his assistants.

Before the trip, as usual, I checked all the components of the car, tested all its service and auxiliary mechanisms and calmed down, considering the car ready for the trip. Alexander Vasilyevich saw my work, he followed it, but after me he checked the condition of the car with his own hands, as if he did not trust me.

This was repeated afterwards, and I got used to the fact that Alexander Vasilyevich constantly interfered in my duties, although he was silently upset. But usually, as soon as we were in motion, I forgot about my grief. Distracting my attention from the devices monitoring the state of the running steam locomotive, from observing the operation of the left car and the track ahead, I looked at Maltsev. He led the cast with the courageous confidence of a great master, with the concentration of an inspired artist who absorbed the entire external world into his inner experience and therefore dominates it. Alexander Vasilyevich's eyes looked ahead, as if empty, abstracted, but I knew that he saw them all the way ahead and all nature rushing towards us - even a sparrow swept from the ballast slope by the wind piercing the space of the car, even this sparrow attracted Maltsev's gaze , and for a moment he turned his head after the sparrow: what will become of him after us, where did he fly?

It was our fault that we were never late; on the contrary, we were often detained at intermediate stations, which we must proceed on the move, because we were walking with a surge of time, and we, through delays, were brought back to the schedule.

We usually worked in silence; only occasionally did Alexander Vasilyevich, without turning in my direction, bang the key on the boiler, wanting me to turn my attention to some disorder in the operating mode of the machine, or preparing me for a sharp change in this mode, so that I was vigilant. I always understood the silent instructions of my senior comrade and worked with full zeal, but the mechanic still treated me, as well as the grease fireman, aloof and constantly checking grease nipples at parking lots, tightening the bolts in the drawbar assemblies, tested the axle boxes on the leading axles and so on. If I had just inspected and oiled any working rubbing part, Maltsev followed me again inspecting and oiled, as if he did not consider my work to be valid.

I, Alexander Vasilyevich, have already checked this crosshead, - I told him once, when he began to check this detail after me.

And I myself want to, - smiling, replied Maltsev, and in his smile there was sadness that struck me.

Later I understood the meaning of his sadness and the reason for his constant indifference to us. He felt his superiority in front of us, because he understood the machine more accurately than we did, and he did not believe that I or anyone else could learn the secret of his talent, the secret of seeing both the passing sparrow and the signal ahead, feeling the path at the same moment, composition weight and machine force. Maltsev understood, of course, that in diligence, in diligence, we could even overcome him, but he could not imagine that we loved the steam locomotive better and drove trains better than him - he thought it was impossible. And Maltsev was therefore sad with us; he was bored of his talent, as of loneliness, not knowing how to express it so that we could understand.

And we, however, could not understand his skills. I once asked for permission to lead the train on my own: Alexander Vasilyevich allowed me to drive forty kilometers and sat down in the assistant's place. I drove the train - and after twenty kilometers I already had four minutes of delay, and overcame exits from long ascents at a speed of no more than thirty kilometers per hour. Maltsev drove the car after me; he took ascents at a speed of fifty kilometers, and on curves he did not throw the car, like mine, and he soon caught up with the time I had lost.

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About the book "In a beautiful and furious world" Andrei Platonov

Andrei Platonov is known, first of all, for his story "The Foundation Pit" and the novel "Chevengur", while he is also the author of many wonderful stories.
“In a Beautiful and Furious World” is a wonderful lyrical and philosophical work about a “little man” and his place in a complex, tangled world. This is a story about human destiny, talent, and vocation.

The main character is a talented machinist Maltsev. He is so immersed in his work that he does not notice anyone around. Perhaps that is why he is so lonely.

Andrei Platonov depicted in his work a man completely absorbed in the only occupation that brings him pleasure. For Maltsev, the world around him only makes sense when it rushes past him. He is literally fascinated by his profession, and his whole existence is reduced only to her. But some things and events are beyond the control of a person, so unforeseen circumstances can interfere with the usual course of life at any moment. And then you can easily lose what you cherished so much. And no matter how strong a person is, he has no power over the elements.

“In a Beautiful and Furious World” is a story about how one misfortune can be part of another. And also that a person is able to overcome any obstacles.
Andrey Platonov makes his hero a winner. The ending of the story is completely unpredictable. But is this victory worth the effort? In order to give an independent answer, you need to read both the story and the book.

“In a Beautiful and Furious World” is a wonderful work filled with genuine faith in a person who is able to fight a cruel fate and unfair circumstances. The author writes with warmth about ordinary people, about their everyday problems and difficulties in relations with eternity.

Andrey Platonov is the author of many great stories. All of them are, without exaggeration, wonderful and full of light sadness. Read them can be recommended to those who, in spite of everything, continue to believe in man and his unique mission on earth.

The author's works are a completely unique phenomenon in Russian literature. His bright, unique heroes with thinking, which imprinted both the surrounding Soviet reality and the author's irrepressible imagination, remain forever in the memory. Andrei Platonov, with his work, managed to expand many familiar frameworks into which Russian literature had been crammed before him. He was one of the most talented and enigmatic writers of his era. He perfectly felt the tragedy of each person, torn off and thrown to the sidelines of existence.