Story Competition Description of the main square. Tale of Vineny Veresaev "Competition"

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The town went on the town and announced the decision of the People's Assembly: to appoint the contest of artists. They must write a picture depicting the beauty of a woman. The best canvas will be hoisted on the beauty area.

Exactly one year later, a month of grapes, the paintings should be exhibited on a nationwide court. The head of the winner will decorate the triple laurel wreathAnd his name will be three times wedd. No one in the city doubted that only the famous artist was able to fulfill the task - twice-wedd. But he himself feared his talented student, a young unicorn.

Heracks were still shouting, and twice-wedded in road clothes left the city to seek the highest beauty. At the beginning of the way, he passed the hut of the unicorn. The student invited teachers to drink on the road on a mug of good wines. The wife of the unicorn dawn quickly covered the table.

Unicorn said that he does not need to go to look for beauty. He already found her - his beloved dawn. Twice-wedded calmed down: the only rival, being in love dazzle, eliminated himself from his way.

Twice-wedded passed from the city to the city, from the village to the village, swam from the island to the island. But nowhere found the one he was looking for. Time went, and the artist wandered everything.

There was a month of violets. The traveler fell asleep on the sandy shore of the bay. Early in the morning he woke up, looked at the mountains and quickly like a young man, jumped to his feet. From the foothill hill, a slim lightweight Virgin was descended in a wreath of violets. The soul of the artist without hesitation, without any questions, exclaimed: "It's her!".

The month of grapes has come. Beauty area was filled with people. In the depths of the square, two huge, the same magnitude, a rectangle wounded by the canvas rose. Near one stood twice-crowed, near the other - unicorn.

The elder in the purple cloak pointed the wand on the picture twice-wedd. The canvas slid down. High above the crowd stood descending from height, illuminated ascending sun Virgo in a wreath of violets. No one has ever seen such beauty in the world. The young men and men looked at the violent, transferred his eyes on their beloved ... The universal sigh of the sacred, Great Movie drove over the crowd.

The elder in the Red Cloak pointed the wand on the second picture. Pokrov fell. On the bench, putting his knee with his hands, sat and looked at the crowd ... dawn. There was a whistle, screams, laughter. And suddenly it became quiet. Dawn watched by himself. As soon as a noticeable smile froze on her lips, there was a shameful fright in his eyes and blissful bewilderment to enormous happiness. She shone all from the inside. Joyful, heating light flowed from the picture and illuminated everything around. Everyone remembered the best moments of his love ...

The old chase film first shouted on the whole area: "May the unicorn will be very crowded!".

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Vikenty Vikentievich Veresev
Competition

When the competition was announced, no one in the city doubted that only twice-wedred was able to fulfill the task - for the whole world, the famous artist, the pride of the city. And only he felt in his soul some fear: he knew the power of a young unicorn, his student.

Heracks went through the city and the familiar to the teaching voices was announced at the intersections of the resolution of the People's Assembly: to designate a contest for the picture depicting the beauty of a woman; This picture, huge sizes, will be hoisted in the central niche of the portico on the beauty area, so that each passing from afar could see the picture and tirelessly praise the Creator for the joy to the world.

Exactly one year later, a month of grapes, the paintings should be exhibited on a nationwide court. Whose picture will be worthy to decorate best Square The Great City, he will be awarded generous than once awarded the kings: a triple laurel wreath will decorate his head, and will be the winner name - three times-wedd.

So they laughed altogether at the crossroads and markets of the city, and twice-crowded, in a road hat and with a cotton shoulders, with a Kizylene palcian in his hand and with gold in the belt, already left the city. A gray beard was moved under the wind, big, always looking up, in the mountains, where rose between the vineyards stony road.

He walked around the world the highest beauty captured by the Creator in the female image.

At the hut behind the shoulder, the blackwear young man chopped a sequid trust on the burnt of the hill. He saw the traveler, straightened, threw kudri from the tanned face and happily sparkled his teeth and eye proteins.

- Teacher, rejoice! - He welcomed the traveler.

- Rejoice, my son! - responded twice-wedd and learned the unicorn, his beloved student.

- In the distant way you go, teacher. You have a hat on your head and kittomka by shoulders, and you have sandals from heavy buffalo skin. Where are you going? Go to my shelter, my father, who dare with you, on a mug of good wine, so that I wish you a happy road.

And with the big hasty answered twice-weddows:

- Waitly, my son!

Unicorn with a wisely nailed a brilliant sequir in stump and shouted, leaky:

- Dawn! Rather here! Carry us best Wine, cheese, grapes! .. Great joy is descended to our house: my teacher goes to me!

They sat down in front of the hut, in the shade of grapes, having swore black borders over their heads. With a timid reverence, looking at the Great, the dawn put a jug with wine on the table, wooden plates with cheese, grapes and bread.

And asked the unicorn:

- Where are you going, teacher?

Twice-wedded put a mug and looked at him in surprise.

- Didn't you hear what the third day shouts to heralds on the squares and intersections of the city?

- I heard.

- And ... do you think to speak on the competition?

- Yes teacher. I know that you have to fight to you, but such a struggle can not be a fellow. I know that it will be difficult to fight, but not the artist who would be afraid of her.

- I thought so. I know that the struggle is to be difficult and to win you will not be easy. When are you going to the road?

- How where? Search for the highest beauty that can be somewhere yes. Watch it out, to whom she would be invested - in proud whether the princess, in the wild shepherd, whether a fisherman was in a bold, or a quiet daughter of the grapeter.

The unicorn grinned carelessly.

- I already found her.

The heart twice-wired was hammered by slow, strong jesters, the chest became little air, and the gray head trembled. He cautiously asked without hoping to get a truthful answer:

- Where did you find it?

- But she!

And the unicorn pointed to the dawn, his beloved. His gaze was straight, and there was no custody in it.

Twice-wedded in amazement looked at him.

The head of the old man stopped trembling, and the heart beat smoothly. And a teacher's sense of teacher spoke.

- My son! Your beloved Mila, I do not argue. Happy one whose neck hug these slim golden hands, this adorable chest presses to whose chest. But, think about whether this beauty, which should plunge in front of the world.

- Yes, it is the same. There is no beauty in the world and there can be no beauty above the beauty of the golden of my dawn, "said unicorn enthusiastically.

And for a minute doubt twice-wedded: did not deceive his experienced his eyes, did he watch anything in this girl who was spent in the hot shadow of grape vines? Caution and testing he looked at her. An ordinary girl, what everywhere you can meet dozens. A wide face, a little space cutting eyes, a little rarely delivered teeth. The eyes are cute, big, but also in them anything special ... like blinds in love!

In the teacher's chest, a licking laughter was hammered, but the face remained serious. He stood up and, hiding a lugousy, said:

- Maybe you are right. Blessed you, that so closely found what I have to search so far and for a long time ... Rejoice! And you rejoice, happy between virgins!

When twice-wedded went on the road, he sighed lightweight and soothe: the only dangerous opponent himself, in his love blindness, eliminated himself from his way. The back of the old man straightened, and, reducing the path, he cheerfully walked around the mountain of the bed of a dried mountain stream.

Twice-wedded passed from the city to the city, from the village to the village, swam from the island to the island. Not knowing fatigue, he was looking for a virgin, in which nature had invested his best beauty. He was looking for in the vineyards and fishing huts, in the temples and in the bazaars, in the villas of noble Lord, in the palaces of the eastern kings. The glorious name it opened all the doors in front of him, made it everywhere with a welcome guest. But nowhere found the one he was looking for.

One day, a month of the winds, behind the sea, he saw the East Princess riding on the mula and stopped and stopped and with a minute heedly looked at her sparkling beauty.

And thought in hesitation:

"Maybe she?"

But now overcame herself, turned away and decisively walked further.

– May be? So she is not ... True beauty, like Svetle, "he said to himself. - When you're looking for Svellovka in the forest at night, it often happens: suddenly stopped - "stand! It seems, Svetlyk! " It seems? .. Do not stop, go on. It whites in the dark pebbles or anemon flower, it's a bull moonlight fell in more often on a faded leaflet. When it is clear with his light, piercing darkness, Svetlyk will light up, - then you do not ask yourself, then right and confidently say it is!

Month went over the month. Equarenal storms got up at sea, the leaves were trembling with oaks. The sun was going to walk in the windows of the hut. Foggy shadows crawled along the waves of the cooled sea. The mountains put on the heads of white caps, the ice wind drove through the valleys dry, rustling snow. And again the sun began to go higher. Before the morning zageling ran out of the mountains of the sky Sagittarius and was aiming the arrow into the curved back of the sparkling scorpion. Most of the warmth.

And twice-wedded wandering.

There was a month of violets. The traveler is located, for the night on the sandy shore of the bay. I drank wine from the flask, snapped a piece of stale barley bread with a sheep cheese, made myself a bed: a headwater for the head of the wall of the sea sand, dismissed his cloak and bent down his head.

In the body there was fatigue, in the soul - despair. Never, never seemed to him, he would not find what she was looking for. Will not find, because it is not able to find.

From the midday side, from the mountains, the warm wind blew, and all he was soaked with the smell of violets. There, on mountain passes, forest glads are covered with solid carpets of violets. Tonight, he walked along these passes and admired everyone that there was a circle, and inhaled chaste smellors early spring. And now, when the twilight dressed the mountains, when the smell of violet was smelling in the warm wind, it seemed to him: everything was more and more and deeper than he managed to see closely. And go there, - and again, beauty will move away, and again it will be good, but not that ... What is this witchcraft in world beauty, that she elf eludes a person, eternally unavailable and incomprehensible and does not fit entirely in any form of nature?

Double-wedded looked at everything that created for his life, which made it glorious to the whole world, and fell asleep to the head of the head. It was disgusting to him and ashamed of his hints of the great and incomprehensible, which was worn before his teaching eyes and something he never could embody in forms and paints.

So he fell asleep, bolding his face in her hard cloak. From the mountains, all the warm wind, impregnated with the smell of violets, and sighed along the coast eternally thanks, not knowing peace of mind.

When twice-wedded woke up, a greenish-golden dawn was engaged over the sea. Mountains, bushes, barbed grass on the shore stood in the smooth twilight light, - softly glowing, combined; Light hugged the shadow. Then she stood over the sea a huge, clear fire, without smoke and chad, slowly flew from it from it and hit the rays on the ground. And the light from the shadows, they were disturbed. Brighter became light, black shadow.

Double-wiped looked at the gloomy, drowned in the shadow of the mountain. Looked away - and jumped on his feet quickly like a young man. From the foothill hill, filled with the rays of the sun, a slender virgin was descended in a wreath of violets. And shook the soul of the artist to the very deep, and immediately, without hesitation, without any questions, the soul exclaimed with the coupling:

- That's her!

Twice-wedded fell on his knees and in a prayer delight, the hands of his hands towards the Light Verine.

The month of grapes has come. Beauty area, like the sea, noisy by the people. In the depths of the square, two huge, the same magnitude, rectangle, wounded canvas. Near one stood twice-crowed, near the other - unicorn. The crowd with adoration looked at a confident, harsh-calm face twice-crowded and laughed, looking at the pale under the sun, the face of a handsome unicorn.

Citizens shouted:

- Unicorn! Run with your master, I do not rush.

The unicorn in response shake the curly hair and defiantly smiled, sparkling his teeth.

The elder in a purple cloak and with a gold hoop on the head struck with a chop from ivory on a silver bell.

All quiet. The elder moves a wand to the picture twice-wedd. The canvas slid down.

High above the crowd stood descending from a height, illuminated by the rising sun of Virgo in a wreath of violets. For her, the darythrosperse protrusions of the harsh mountains, not yet touching the sun. In the crowd swept the rumble, and suddenly it became quietly on the square, as a sultry half-day in the mountain forest.

Divine and calm, stood Virgo and looked at the crowd big eyesClear as morning sky after night thunderstorms. No one has ever seen such beauty in the world. She blinded her eyes, wanted to cover his eyes, like from the sun, just left the sea. But the hand fell, not dosed before the eye, because they could not break away from contemplation. And when they broke off and looked around, it was with them, as after looking at the sun, just out of the sea: everything around seemed dark and vague. The body has not yet hugged any male hand, swayed through a light cloth. But there was no lust. There was only a prayer declination and blissful, unearthly sadness.

Dark mountains were for the Virgin, and it became dark on the square. Virgin and wives dustily disgusted faces aside, and the young men and men looked at the violent, transferred his eyes on their lovers and asked themselves: what did they like them in these awkward bodies and ordinary faces, in these eyes, dull, like smoking night light?

The old mullet drivers, with a terrible face and bristle on the chin, I looked around my old woman; She was fat, with a chuck chin and a huge breast, with a face, red from the kitchen chad. He looked at the violent and again on his wife. It hurts melanchille for beauty to his hard, like the sole, and the heart, and it became terrible to him, with whom it was destined to spend him difficult, sullen life.

Long stood people in a reverent silence, and watched, and something whispered. And the universal sigh of the sacred, a great melancholy swept over the crowd.

The old man in the Red Cloak shakeped the charm and stood up. It was his face strictly and solemnly. With effort, as if with a rushing forced blasphemy, he handed his wand to the second picture.

Pokrov fell.

Ropot of bewilderment and indignation passed through the area. On the bench, embraced his knee with his hands, filed face forward, sat and looked at the crowd - dawn! People did not believe their eyes and did not believe that the unicorn could reach such arrogance. Yes, dawn! The same dawn that in the morning is returned from the market, carrying half a half of the Kefali in the basket, bunches garlic and parsley; That dawn that huses his vineyard and drove on the courtyard of goats in the evenings. Sits, covering his knee with his hands, and looks at the crowd. Behind it - a seven-stuffed wall of the hut and a jamb of the door, over the head - grape leaves, red around the edges, between them are heavy, squinting borders, and around it is a hot shadow around it. And that's it. And she was on the painting as big, elbow in twenty, like the divine Virgin in the next picture.

- At least with the mountain of the value of drawing, it will not be better! - shouted a mischievous voice.

And everyone laughed. There was a whistle, spike. Someone screamed:

- His stones!

And others picked up:

- beat the stones!

But the noise began to sink a little. Screaming and roving mouths closed, raised with arms hands dropped. And suddenly it became quiet. So sometimes the wind will unexpectedly fall from the mountains, "the street will be covered, it will take out street dust to the sky - and suddenly falls how to go to the ground.

People looked at the dawn, and dawn looked at them. One young man shrugged in bewilderment and said to another:

- And you know, I still have not noticed that the dawner is so charm. You do not find?

And the other answered thoughtfully:

- Strange, but so. Eye can not tear off.

Highly raising your eyebrows, as if listening to something, the dawn looked in front of him. A slightly noticeable happy smile froze on the lips, in his eyes there was a shameful fright and blissful bewilderment before standing huge happiness. She resisted, rested and, however, all rushed forward in a joyful, turbulent impulse. And the whole glowed from the inside. As if someone, secretly loved, suddenly leaned toward her and whispered quietly:

- Dawn! Love!

People were silent and watched. They forgot that it was the same dawn, which wears in a basket dimly flashing fish and silver bundles garlic, did not notice that her face is somewhat wide, and the eyes are set a little oblique. It seemed to be impellent as a daughter of a nomad, with a shiny nose and eyes, like clicks, - the disgrace itself, lit from the inside by this wonderful light, would have been completely unprecedented.

As if the sun rose high above the square. Joyful, heating light flowed from the picture and illuminated everything around. They remembered each best minutes of his love. The same light that shone in the dawn, suddenly the transformed face of his beloved in hours secret meetings, in the watch of the first clean and timid hand, when unexpectedly goes into the world and is widely dismissed deeply hidden, eternal, conquering beauty, laid down by the Creator in any woman without exception.

The face of the old grumbled, he looked at his old woman, and smiled, and pushed her dry elbow in a fat side.

- And remember, the old woman ... Gee-gey! .. at the waterproof? You slept goats, and I jumped through the woven ... The young month stood over the mountain, the wild plums bloomed ...

And, smiling shyly, looked at him from the flooded, the bugger face, cute, long-forgotten eyes, and lit this face with a reflee eternal lightwho went from the dawn. The driversman giggled and dirty hand cleaned tears on his eyes fusing his eyes. And he seemed to him - he could not appreciate what he had, and in his own fault he made his life with gray and hunting.

It was he who first shouted on the whole area:

- Yes, there will be a unicorn three times-wedded!

Exactly one year later, a month of grapes, the paintings should be exhibited on a nationwide court. Whose picture will be worthy to decorate the best square of the Great City, he will be awarded generous than once awarded the kings: a triple laurel wreath will decorate his head, and will be the winner the name - three times-wedd.

He walked around the world the highest beauty captured by the Creator in the female image.

Teacher, rejoice! - He welcomed the traveler.

Rejoice, my son! - responded twice-wedd and learned the unicorn, his beloved student.

In the distant way you go, teacher. You have a hat on your head and kittomka by shoulders, and you have sandals from heavy buffalo skin. Where are you going? Go to my shelter, my father, who dare with you, on a mug of good wine, so that I wish you a happy road.

And with the big hasty answered twice-weddows:

Waitly, my son!

Unicorn with a wisely nailed a brilliant sequir in stump and shouted, leaky:

Dawn! Rather here! Carry us better wine, cheese, grapes! .. Great joy is descended to our house: my teacher goes to me!

And asked the unicorn:

Where are you going, teacher?

Twice-wedded put a mug and looked at him in surprise.

Didn't you hear what the third day shouts to heralds on the squares and crossroads of the city?

And ... Do you think to speak on the competition?

Yes teacher. I know that you have to fight to you, but such a struggle can not be a fellow. I know that it will be difficult to fight, but not the artist who would be afraid of her.

I thought so. I know that the struggle is to be difficult and to win you will not be easy. When are you going to the road?

How? Search for the highest beauty that can be somewhere yes. Watch it out, to whom she would be invested - in proud whether the princess, in the wild shepherd, whether a fisherman was in a bold, or a quiet daughter of the grapeter.

The unicorn grinned carelessly.

I already found her.

The heart twice-wired was hammered by slow, strong jesters, the chest became little air, and the gray head trembled. He cautiously asked without hoping to get a truthful answer:

Where did you find it?

But she!

And the unicorn pointed to the dawn, his beloved. His gaze was straight, and there was no custody in it.

Twice-wedded in amazement looked at him.

The head of the old man stopped trembling, and the heart beat smoothly. And a teacher's sense of teacher spoke.

My son! Your beloved Mila, I do not argue. Happy one whose neck hug these slim golden hands, this adorable chest presses to whose chest. But, think about whether this beauty, which should plunge in front of the world.

Yes, it is the same. There is no beauty in the world and there can be no beauty above the beauty of the golden of my dawn, "said unicorn enthusiastically.

In the teacher's chest, a licking laughter was hammered, but the face remained serious. He stood up and, hiding a lugousy, said:

Maybe you are right. Blessed you, that so closely found what I have to search so far and for a long time ... Rejoice! And you rejoice, happy between virgins!

II.

One day, a month of the winds, behind the sea, he saw the East Princess riding on the mula and stopped and stopped and with a minute heedly looked at her sparkling beauty.

And thought in hesitation:

"Maybe she?"

But now overcame herself, turned away and decisively walked further.

May be? So she is not ... True beauty, like Svetle, "he said to himself. - When you're looking for Svellovka in the forest at night, it often happens: suddenly stopped - "stand! It seems, Svetlyk! " It seems? .. Do not stop, go on. It whites in the darkness of pebbles or anemon flower, it fell into a faded leaf in a faded leaf. When it is clear with his light, piercing darkness, Svetlyk will light up, - then you do not ask yourself, then right and confidently say it is!

And twice-wedded wandering.

In the body there was fatigue, in the soul - despair. Never, never seemed to him, he would not find what she was looking for. Will not find, because it is not able to find.

From the midday side, from the mountains, the warm wind blew, and all he was soaked with the smell of violets. There, on mountain passes, forest glads are covered with solid carpets of violets. Tonight, he walked along these passes and admired everyone that there was a circle, and inhaled chaste smells of early spring. And now, when the twilight dressed the mountains, when the smell of violet was smelling in the warm wind, it seemed to him: everything was more and more and deeper than he managed to see closely. And go there, - and again, beauty will move away, and again it will be good, but not that ... What is this witchcraft in world beauty, that she elf eludes a person, eternally unavailable and incomprehensible and does not fit entirely in any form of nature?

That's her!

Twice-wedded fell on his knees and in a prayer delight, the hands of his hands towards the Light Verine.

III

The month of grapes has come. Beauty area, like the sea, noisy by the people. In the depths of the square, two huge, the same magnitude, rectangle, wounded canvas. Near one stood twice-crowed, near the other - unicorn. The crowd with adoration looked at a confident, harsh-calm face twice-wedded and laughed, looking at the pale under the sun, the face of the handsover of the unicorn.

Citizens shouted:

Unicorn! Run with your master, I do not rush.

The unicorn in response shake the curly hair and defiantly smiled, sparkling his teeth.

The elder in a purple cloak and with a gold hoop on the head struck with a chop from ivory on a silver bell.

All quiet. The elder moves a wand to the picture twice-wedd. The canvas slid down.

Divine-calm, there was a Virgin and looked at the crowd with big eyes, clear as morning sky after a night thunderstorm. No one has ever seen such beauty in the world. She blinded her eyes, wanted to cover his eyes, like from the sun, just left the sea. But the hand fell, not dosed before the eye, because they could not break away from contemplation. And when they broke off and looked around, it was with them, as after looking at the sun, just out of the sea: everything around seemed dark and vague. The body has not yet hugged any male hand, swayed through a light cloth. But there was no lust. There was only a prayer declination and blissful, unearthly sadness.

Long stood people in a reverent silence, and watched, and something whispered. And the universal sigh of the sacred, a great melancholy swept over the crowd.

The old man in the Red Cloak shakeped the charm and stood up. It was his face strictly and solemnly. With effort, as if with a rushing forced blasphemy, he handed his wand to the second picture.

IV

Pokrov fell.

Although the Mountain of the value of drawing, it will not be better! - shouted a mischievous voice.

And everyone laughed. There was a whistle, spike. Someone screamed:

Stones him!

And others picked up:

Beat the stones!

People looked at the dawn, and dawn looked at them. One young man shrugged in bewilderment and said to another:

And you know, I still have not noticed that the dawner is so charm. You do not find?

And the other answered thoughtfully:

Strange, but so. Eye can not tear off.

Dawn! Love!

As if the sun rose high above the square. Joyful, heating light flowed from the picture and illuminated everything around. They remembered each best minutes of his love. Such a light that shone in the dawn, suddenly the transformed face of his beloved in the clock of secret meetings, in the watch of the first clean and timid caress, when suddenly goes into the world and is widely dismissed deeply hidden, eternal, conquering beauty, laid down by the Creator in all, without exception woman.

The face of the old grumbled, he looked at his old woman, and smiled, and pushed her dry elbow in a fat side.

And remember, the old woman ... Gee-gey! .. at the waterproof? You slept goats, and I jumped through the woven ... The young month stood over the mountain, the wild plums bloomed ...

And, smiling shyly, looked at him from the flooded, the bugger face, cute, long-forgotten eyes, and lit this face with a reflement of that eternal light that came from a dawn. The driversman giggled and dirty hand cleaned tears on his eyes fusing his eyes. And he seemed to him - he could not appreciate what he had, and in his own fault he made his life with gray and hunting.

It was he who first shouted on the whole area:

Yes, there will be a unicorn three times-wedded!

The competition was announced in the city, it was necessary to draw a woman unstead beautyworthy of universal worship. The winner of the competition will be crowned with three laurel wreaths, and will receive the highest title - three times weddow. Residents of the city were confident that this title would receive a famous artist, famous worldwide - twice-wedd. And he himself was a little doubted, because he had a decent opponent - his own student unicorn. The paintings should have been exhibited at the nationwide court.

The famous artist immediately went on the road, look for the highest ideal of beauty, imprisoned in female body. Over the city, the painter saw the young man who rubbed his brushwood, it turned out to be his student. Having greeted the teacher, the young man invited him to the house, drink wine and snack before the far dear. The teacher accepted the invitation, and tried to find out from his student when he was going to go to look for unearthly beauty. But the young artist answered his teacher that he had already found his ideal of beauty, and this is his favorite dawn. Old artist He was amazed by the blindness of a talented student, the dawn was a simple girl, no beauty. After going on, he was convinced that now the victory would be behind him, as the opponent was now not dangerous.

The days went over the day, many months have passed, and twice-wedded everything could not find a girl who would conquer him with her beauty. But once, waking up at the dawn, he suddenly saw a charming girl descending from the hills, looking at which he understood that the search was completed, and he found an ideal.

Passed a year. A lot of people gathered on the square, two huge cloths rumped up in front of them. The crowd of people with awe looked at his idol, twice-wedded, laughing at a young unicorn. People offered young artist Get away at once, in order not to fire before the great talent of the famous elder, but the young man confidently looked calmly on the crowd.

And here, the fabric from the canvas of the Great Artist fell, and residents of the city froze before blinding their eyes divine beauty. It was impossible to take eye from this unearthly beauty, but turning away from the picture, people suddenly saw all the shortcomings of their halves, and they became scary from such injustice. The fabric fell from the picture of the unicorn, and caused laughter among the crowd, because on the artist's canvas was depicted to everyone known dawn. The crowd was ready to throw a unicorn stones, but a miracle happened: in a simple inconspicuous girl, people suddenly saw the calm and sincere beauty of a woman depicted loving personAnd suddenly they suddenly understood that there is real beauty. Unanimously the title of three times-wedded was awarded to a young artist.

True beauty is inside a person.

Picture or Figure Competition

Scene "Competition" and analysis of the work

Two main characters of the fairy tale "Competition" depict perfectly different beauty - And first of all, it becomes clear that beauty depends on human perception. But no wonder Veresaev creates the plot, which includes a contest between two different images of female beauty.

With the help of an eloquent contrast between the paintings, twice-invented and his student of the unicorn, Veresov shows the true perception of beauty. For an artist, twice-wedded, the highest beauty is appearance - And the woman captured in his picture is impressive of his beautiful, flawless exterior.

And the artist unicorn writes a picture of his beloved dawn, which does not differ impressive external species - Her face is too wide, the eyes are not so planted, and the teeth are rarely delivered. And when a twice-wedred learns that his student unicorn writes a picture of an inconspicuous dawn, he decides that he has already won the competition - and reflects on how love is blinding people.

But the paintings evaluate the public, which is mainly represented simply nations. And most of the men, looking at the picture of the phial-chicken, feel the longing, as they compare it with their wives - and cannot believe that they love such ordinary women.

When the cover falls from the picture of the unicorn, the crowd is at first intensely and disappointed to buzz, but later a short time Sucks. People celebrate the sincerity of the simplicity of the dawn, fascinating the brilliance of her eyes, they see that her appearance is so litto the beauty and higher LoveDespite physical inconsistencies.

The natural beauty of the dawn penetrates them into the soul, and then it becomes clear that the greatness of true beauty can only appreciate the heart and soul, and not the eyes and mind.

Moral fairy tale lesson

Thus, Veresaev reveals the right look at human beauty, which cannot be imprisoned in the correct sectional of the eyes and the subtleties of the mill, no, readers themselves understand that it is unicorn that depicted true beauty "After all, it looked at his loving heart in a dawn."

Veresaev shows that beauty external is not an inner beauty, without which a person cannot be beautiful and happy. And sometimes it is enough just to open your heart, and carefully look around to see the deep, real beauty of a person.