Danko's image. A proud, “best of all” man, Danko died for the sake of people. The legend told by the old woman Izergil is based on an ancient tale about a man who saved people and showed them the way out of an impenetrable forest. Danko had a strong-willed character: the hero did not want a slave life for his tribe and at the same time understood that people would not be able to live for a long time in the depths of the forest, without the space and light they were accustomed to. Mental fortitude, inner wealth, true perfection in biblical tales were embodied in outward beautiful people. This is exactly how the ancient desire of a person for spiritual and physical beauty was expressed: “Danko is one of those people, a handsome young man. Beautiful people are always brave.” Danko believes in his own strength, so he doesn’t want to waste it “on thoughts and melancholy.” The hero strives to lead people from the darkness of the forest to freedom, where there is a lot of warmth and light. Having a strong-willed character, Danko takes on the role of a leader, and people “unitedly all followed him - they believed in him.” The hero is not afraid of difficulties during a difficult journey, but he did not take into account the weakness of the people, who soon “began to grumble” because they did not have Danko’s stamina and did not have strong willpower. Climax episode The story became the scene of the trial of Danko, when people, tired of the hardship of the journey, hungry, tired and angry, began to blame their leader for everything: “You are an insignificant and harmful person for us! You led us and tired us, and for this you will die! Unable to bear the difficulties, people began to shift responsibility from themselves to Danko, wanting to find someone to blame for their misfortunes. The hero, unselfishly loving people, realizing that without him everyone would die, “teared his chest with his hands and tore out his heart from it and raised it high above his head.” Illuminating the dark path from the impenetrable forest with his heart, Danko led people out of the darkness, to where “the sun shone, the steppe sighed, the grass shone in the diamonds of the rain and the river sparkled with gold.” Danko looked proudly at the picture that opened before him and died. The author calls his hero a proud daredevil who died for the sake of people. The final episode makes the reader think about the moral side of the hero’s act: was Danko’s death in vain, are people worthy of such a sacrifice. What is important is the image of a cautious person who appeared in the epilogue of the story, who was afraid of something and stepped “on his proud heart.” The writer characterizes Danko as the best of people. Indeed, the main character traits of the hero are mental fortitude, willpower, selflessness, the desire to selflessly serve people. Danko sacrificed his life not only for the sake of those whom he led out of the forest, but also for himself: he could not do otherwise, the hero needed to help people. The feeling of love filled Danko’s heart and was an integral part of his nature, which is why M. Gorky calls the hero “the best of all.” Researchers note the connection between Danko’s image and Moses, Prometheus and Jesus Christ. The name Danko is associated with the same root words “tribute”, “dam”, “giving”. The most important words of a proud man in the legend: “What will I do for people?!”
“In the old days, only people lived on earth; impenetrable forests surrounded the camps of these people on three sides, and on the fourth there was the steppe. These were cheerful, strong and brave people.
And then one day a difficult time came; other tribes appeared from somewhere and drove the former ones into the depths of the forest. There were swamps and darkness, becausethat the forest was old, and its branches were so densely intertwined that the sky could not be seen through them, and the rays of the sun could hardly make their way to the swamps through the thick foliage. But when its rays fell on the water of the swamps, a stench rose, and people died from it one after another. Then the wives and children of this tribe began to cry, and the fathers began to think and fell into depression. It was necessary to leave this forest, and for this there were two roads: one - back, - there were strong and evil enemies, the other - forward - giant trees stood there, tightly hugging each other with powerful branches, sinking their gnarled roots deep into the tenacious silt of the swamp.
These stone trees stood silent and motionless during the day in the gray twilight and moved even more densely around people in the evenings when the fires were lit. And always, day and night, there was a ring of strong darkness around those people, as if it was going to crush them, but they were accustomed to the expanse of the steppe. And it was even more terrible when the wind beat on the tops of the trees and the whole forest hummed dully, as if it was threatening and singing a funeral song to those people. It was all the same strong people, and they could have gone to fight to the death with those who once defeated them, but they could not die in battle, because they had covenants, and if they had died, then the covenants would have disappeared from their lives. And so they sat and thought in long nights, under the dull noise of the forest, in the poisonous stench of the swamp. They sat, and the shadows from the fires jumped around them in a silent dance, and it seemed to everyone that these were not shadows dancing, but the evil spirits of the forest and swamp were triumphant... People still sat and thought. But nothing—neither work nor women—exhausts the bodies and souls of people as much as melancholy thoughts do. And people weakened from thoughts... Fear was born among them, fettered their strong hands, horror was born by women crying over the corpses of those who died from the stench and over the fate of the living, chained by fear - and cowardly words began to be heard in the forest, at first timid and quiet, and then getting louder and louder...
They already wanted to go to the enemy and bring him their will as a gift, and no one, frightened by death, was afraid of slave life... But then Danko appeared and saved everyone alone.”
The old woman obviously often talked about Danko’s burning heart. She spoke melodiously, and her voice, creaky and dull, clearly depicted before me the noise of the forest, among which unfortunate, driven people were dying from the poisonous breath of the swamp... “Danko is one of those people, a handsome young man. Handsome ones are always brave. And So he says to them, his comrades:
- Do not turn a stone from the path with your thoughts. If you do nothing, nothing will happen to you. Why do we waste our energy on thoughts and melancholy? Get up, let's go into the forest and go through it, because it has an end - everything in the world has an end! Let's go! Well! Hey!..
They looked at him and saw that he was the best of all, because a lot of strength and living fire shone in his eyes.
- Lead us! - they said.
Then he led..."
The old woman paused and looked into the steppe, where the darkness was thickening. The sparkles of Danko's burning heart flared up somewhere far away and seemed like blue airy flowers, blooming only for a moment.
“Danko led them. Everyone followed him together - they believed in him. It was a difficult path! It was dark, and at every step the swamp opened its greedy rotten mouth, swallowing people, and the trees blocked the road with a mighty wall. Their branches intertwined with each other; like snakes, roots stretch everywhere, and every step is a lot
was worth the sweat and blood of those people. They walked for a long time... The forest became more and more dense, and their strength became less and less! And so they began to grumble against Danko, saying that it was in vain that he, young and inexperienced, led them somewhere. And he walked ahead of them and was cheerful and clear.
But one day a thunderstorm burst over the forest, the trees whispered dully, menacingly. And then it became so dark in the forest, as if all the nights had gathered in it at once, as many as there had been in the world since he was born. Little people walked between big trees and in the menacing noise of lightning, they walked, and, swaying, the giant trees creaked and hummed angry songs, and lightning, flying over the tops of the forest, illuminated it for a minute with blue, cold fire and disappeared as quickly as they appeared, frightening people. And the trees, illuminated by the cold fire of lightning, seemed alive, stretching out gnarled, long arms around the people leaving the captivity of darkness, weaving them into a thick network, trying to stop people. And from the darkness of the branches something terrible, dark and cold looked at those walking. It was a difficult journey, and the people, tired of it, lost heart. But they were ashamed to admit their powerlessness, and so they fell in anger and anger at Danko, the man who walked ahead of them. And they began to reproach him for his inability to manage them - that’s how it is!
They stopped and, under the triumphant noise of the forest, in the midst of trembling darkness, tired and angry, they began to judge Danko.
“You,” they said, “are an insignificant and harmful person for us!” You led us and tired us, and for this you will die!
- You said: “Lead!” - and I drove! - Danko shouted, standing against them with his chest. - I have the courage to lead, that’s why I led you! And you? What did you do to help yourself? You just walked and didn’t know how to save your strength for a longer journey! You just walked and walked like a flock of sheep!
But these words infuriated them even more.
- You will die! You will die! - they roared. And the forest hummed and hummed, echoing their cries, and lightning tore the darkness to shreds. Danko looked at those for whose sake
he bore the labor and saw that they were like animals. Many people stood around him, but there was no nobility on their faces, and he could not expect mercy from them.
Then indignation boiled in his heart, but out of pity for the people it went out. He loved people and thought that maybe they would die without him. And so his heart flared up with the fire of desire to save them, to lead them to an easy path, and then the rays of that mighty fire sparkled in his eyes... And when they saw this, they thought that he was furious, which is why his eyes flared up so brightly, and they became wary , like wolves, expecting that he would fight them, and began to surround him more tightly so that it would be easier for them to grab and kill Danko. And he already understood their thought, which is why his heart burned even brighter, for this thought of theirs gave birth to melancholy in him.
And the forest still sang its gloomy song, and the thunder roared, and the rain poured...
- What will I do for people?! - Danko shouted louder than thunder.
And suddenly he tore his chest with his hands and tore out his heart from it and raised it high above his head.
It burned as bright as the sun and brighter than the sun, and the whole forest fell silent, illuminated by this torch great love to people, and the darkness scattered from its light and there, deep in the forest, trembling, it fell into the rotten mouth of the swamp. The people, amazed, became like stones.
- Let's go! - Danko shouted and rushed forward to his place, holding his burning heart high and illuminating the way for people.
They rushed after him, fascinated. Then the forest rustled again, shaking its peaks in surprise, but its noise was drowned out by the tramp of running people. Everyone ran
quickly and boldly, carried away by the wonderful spectacle of a burning heart.
And now they died, but they died without complaints or tears. But Danko was still ahead, and his heart was still burning, burning!
And then suddenly the forest parted before him, parted and remained behind, dense and silent, and Danko and all those people immediately plunged into the sea sunlight and clean air washed by rain. There was a thunderstorm - there, behind them, above the forest, and here the sun was shining, the steppe was sighing, the grass was shining in the diamonds of the rain and the river was sparkling golden... It was evening, and from the rays of the sunset the river seemed red, like the blood that flowed in a hot stream from Danko's torn chest.
The proud daredevil Danko cast his gaze ahead of him at the expanse of the steppe; he cast a joyful glance at the free land and laughed proudly. And then he fell and died.
People, joyful and full of hope, did not notice his death and did not see that his brave heart was still burning next to Danko’s corpse. Only one careful man noticed this and, fearing something, stepped on the proud heart with his foot... And so it, scattered into sparks, faded away..."
That's where they come from, the blue sparks of the steppe that appear before a thunderstorm!
Now, when the old woman finished her beautiful fairy tale, the steppe became terribly quiet, as if she too was amazed by the strength of the daredevil Danko, who burned his heart for people and died without asking them for anything as a reward for himself. The old woman was dozing. I looked at her and thought: “How many more fairy tales and memories remain in her memory?” And I thought about Danko’s great burning heart and about human imagination, which created so many beautiful and powerful legends.
“The Old Woman Izergil” was completed by the author in the fall of 1894. This is famous early work the writer has interesting composition. The story consists of three parts, and, in accordance with them, is divided into chapters. Each part tells a different story. In the first chapter there is a legend about Larra, in the second there is a confession of Izergil, and in the third there is a legend about the great feat of Danko.
Danko is a strong and selfless young man who in ancient times lived calmly and carefree with his tribe on earth. But suddenly invaders appeared on their territory. They drove people out of their former habitat into an impenetrable forest, in which it was impossible for humans to live. When Danko's fellow tribesmen were on the verge of despair, the young man offered to become their guide. He decided to lead people through the forest to the saving steppes, and they, inspired by this idea, followed him.
But the road was very difficult and dangerous, so people were tired and desperate to go further. They were ashamed to admit their powerlessness, and that is why they took up arms against Danko. The young man quickly understood their “thought,” and it “gave birth to melancholy in him.” But this only made his fiery heart burn stronger, and he tore it out of his chest and illuminated the path to salvation with this “torch of great love for people.” And having led his people out of the forest, the young man died, but his fellow tribesmen were so absorbed in their joy that they did not notice this. And one person even stepped on his “proud heart,” and now it, “scattering into sparks,” went out.
This is the sad and at the same time romantic legend about Danko. The feat of this young man is truly inspiring, because it lies not so much in the fact that Danko sacrificed his life to save his people, but in the fact that the young man did this, seeing the true essence of the people around him.
When the anger of his fellow tribesmen fell on the young man, “indignation boiled in his heart, but out of pity for the people it went out.” This hero was able to forgive all their vices, since his love was sincere and selfless. It was the desire to save people at any cost that inspired Danko to the feat, and in the eyes of the young man “the rays of that mighty fire sparkled.”
For Gorky, the story of Danko’s selfless act is not just a legend. The writer says that in ordinary human life“There is always room for exploits.” He puts these words into the mouth of his heroine Izergil - a woman who is not at all a standard of morality, but nevertheless is also capable of sacrificing herself in the name of love.
To save her beloved Arcadek, Izergil alone, risking her life, went to rescue him from captivity. And the woman did this despite the fact that Arcadek abandoned her and betrayed her feelings, and in general, according to Izergil, was a “lying dog.” This comparison with an animal in Gorky is not accidental, because in the legend of Danko, the young man’s fellow tribesmen were also “like animals.”
Thus, for the writer Danko is the bearer of an important moral idea. It lies in the fact that a person’s entire life should be illuminated by the light of love and the meaning of our existence is to serve people.
In this part of the work the writer drew perfect image positive hero, a person who does everything possible for the common good.
Gorky draws in the legend difficult situation, in which a certain tribe found itself. The enemies, who turned out to be stronger, drove these people from habitable places into the forest, where they died from swamp fumes.
The young and handsome Danko volunteered to lead them out of the dark place. He is a clear personification of the people's leader. He knew that he definitely had to leave this forest and knew where to go. There is not one in his image negative trait, some advantages.
Many could not withstand the hardships of the transition and died along the way. They began to be disappointed in their choice and, naturally, blamed their leader for everything. The masses in this legend are presented as cowardly and cowardly people. They do not have as strong a will as their leader. In addition, the tribesmen further decided to blame Danko for their failures and kill him, not having the moral strength and courage to admit their cowardice.
In the legend of Danko, Maxim Gorky raises one of his key themes. He extols courage and strength of character. Danko answers his accusers, but his speech can be perceived as a reproach (which is what happens in the course of the action). He is aware of his own strength and blames people for their lack of courage and for not doing anything to help him. Naturally, such words cause even greater anger. Here, perhaps, is the reaction of the Bolshevik writer to the “backward” workers and peasants who do not want to absorb the right ideas and follow the advanced ideologists.
Further description of the events of the legend about Danko indirectly confirms such assumptions. He, and befits a true fighter for the idea and people's happiness, sacrifices his life for the sake of ungrateful people.
Gorky paints a beautiful image of a heart torn out by Danko himself, with the light of which he dispels the darkness and helps to find the right path. The heart is an image not only of life, but also of love. IN in this case to dark, embittered and weak fellow tribesmen.
The writer still does not lose faith in the masses. After Danko’s sacrifice, people gain courage and endure the difficult path more willingly and patiently. At the end of this story, they reach habitable land, and Danko dies. With his death, Gorky once again emphasizes that truly brave and selfless people make selfless sacrifices for the people.
Option 2
In Maxim Gorky's story "Old Woman Izergil" a shining example love for people and self-sacrifice is the legend of Danko. The work itself is filled with deep meaning, like most of the works of this author.
In the person of Danko, Maxim Gorky shows a man who puts the interests of society first, his life is filled with noble impulses, he tries to help everyone, often even those who do not deserve it. Main character works are endowed with the best human qualities: kindness, honesty, courage and love for loved ones. Danko goes to great lengths to save the people dear to him.
The legend speaks of people who lived in a world full of happiness and carefree, but the moment came when foreign tribes appeared and drove people deep into the forest. They were surrounded by mighty trees intertwined with each other, huge thickets through which not even a ray of sun could penetrate. Then they had to go on a difficult journey in search of a new place where they could live again, enjoying every ray of the sun and the sparkling river playing with waves. Then they decided to move forward. In Danko they saw a strong and brave man, and exclaimed: “Lead us!” And he led. On the way they encountered many difficulties, people were exhausted and could not go further. “You,” they said, “are an insignificant and harmful person for us! You led us and tired us, and for this you will die!”
People went mad with anger, and no one even remembered that they had chosen him and asked him to lead them. No one listened to his words, and when they wanted to kill him, Danko tore his chest, pulled out his heart, which shone with a bright flame of love for his people, and raised it above the heads of the people. "Let's go!" - he shouted. And people went, as if enchanted, looking at the heart in his hands. The forest parted before him and he led people out onto the wide steppe lands, and then he laughed proudly, then fell and died. People, full of joy, did not even notice his death, but one person, noticing the flaming heart, got scared and stepped on it with his foot, causing it to crumble into many sparks and go out. That evening, the river, reflecting the last rays of the sunset, seemed bright red, like the blood that beat from the chest of a brave and unusually courageous man - Danko.
IN this work The author drew attention to a problem that is relevant at all times - selfishness. The main character was completely different, not like everyone else. He tried to do at least something for people who were absolutely selfish, thinking only about themselves. And for their sake he gave his life, even though they didn’t deserve it. Thus, Maxim Gorky spoke about the existence of a man who was ready to give his life for his people, who in moments of joy did not even remember his hero and repaid him by destroying the heart that beat for them and saved them from certain death in the wilderness.
Several interesting essays
The problems of the early twentieth century have a social connection with the work of Mikhail Sholokhov. So, for example, in the novel “ Quiet Don"The writer talks about the Cossacks and the problems during the First World War and the Civil War.
One day my parents and I decided to go to the forest. In the forest you can relax from the bustle of the city, enjoy nature and breathe fresh air.
“In the old days, only people lived on earth; impenetrable forests surrounded the camps of these people on three sides, and on the fourth there was the steppe. These were cheerful, strong and brave people. And then one day a difficult time came: other tribes appeared from somewhere and drove the former into the depths of the forest. There were swamps and darkness, because the forest was old and its branches were so densely intertwined that the sky could not be seen through them, and the rays of the sun could hardly make their way to the swamps through the thick foliage.
But when its rays fell on the water of the swamps, a stench rose, and people died from it one after another. Then the wives and children of this tribe began to cry, and the fathers began to think and fell into depression. It was necessary to leave this forest, and for this there were two roads: one - back, - there were strong and evil enemies, the other - forward, - giant trees stood there, tightly hugging each other with powerful branches, lowering their knotted roots deep into the tenacious silt swamps. These stone trees stood silent and motionless during the day in the gray twilight and moved even more densely around people in the evenings when the fires were lit. And always, day and night, there was a ring of strong darkness around those people, as if it was going to crush them, but they were accustomed to the expanse of the steppe. And it was even more terrible when the wind beat on the tops of the trees and the whole forest hummed dully, as if it was threatening and singing a funeral song to those people. These were still strong people, and they could have gone to fight to the death with those who had once defeated them, but they could not die in battle, because they had covenants, and if they had died, they would have disappeared with them from lives and covenants. And so they sat and thought in the long nights, under the dull noise of the forest, in the poisonous stench of the swamp. They sat, and the shadows from the fires jumped around them in a silent dance, and it seemed to everyone that these were not shadows dancing, but the evil spirits of the forest and swamp were triumphant.<...>And people weakened from thoughts.<...>Fear was born among them, shackled their strong hands, women gave birth to horror, crying over the corpses of those who died from the stench and over the fate of the living, chained by fear - and cowardly words began to be heard in the forest, at first timid and quiet, and then louder and louder... Already they wanted to go to the enemy and bring him their will as a gift, and no one, frightened by death, was afraid of slave life.<...>But then Danko appeared and saved everyone alone.<...>
Danko is one of those people, a handsome young man. Beautiful people are always brave. And so he says to them, his comrades:
Don't turn a stone out of your way with your thoughts. If you do nothing, nothing will happen to you. Why do we waste our energy on thoughts and melancholy? Get up, let's go into the forest and go through it, because it has an end - everything in the world has an end! Let's go! Well! Hey!..
They looked at him and saw that he was the best of all, because a lot of strength and living fire shone in his eyes.
Lead us! - they said...
Danko led them. Everyone followed him together and believed in him. It was a difficult path! It was dark, and at every step the swamp opened its greedy rotten mouth, swallowing people, and the trees blocked the road with a mighty wall. Their branches intertwined with each other; the roots stretched everywhere like snakes, and every step cost a lot of sweat and blood to those people. They walked for a long time.<...>The forest was getting thicker and I had less and less strength! And so they began to grumble against Danko, saying that it was in vain that he, young and inexperienced, led them somewhere. And he walked ahead of them and was cheerful and clear.
But one day a thunderstorm burst over the forest, the trees whispered dully, menacingly. And then it became so dark in the forest, as if all the nights had gathered in it, how many there had been in the world since the hole he was born. Little people walked between large trees and in the menacing noise of lightning, they walked, and, swaying, the giant trees creaked and hummed angry songs, and lightning, flying over the tops of the forest, illuminated it for a minute with blue, cold fire and disappeared just as quickly, how they appeared, scaring people. And the trees, illuminated by the cold fire of lightning, seemed alive, stretching out gnarled, long arms around the people leaving the captivity of darkness, weaving them into a thick network, trying to stop people. And from the darkness of the branches something terrible, dark and cold looked at those walking. It was a difficult journey, and people, tired of it, lost heart. But they were ashamed to admit their powerlessness, and so they fell in anger and anger at Danko, the man who walked ahead of them. And they began to reproach him for his inability to manage them - that’s how it is!
They stopped and, under the triumphant noise of the forest, in the midst of trembling darkness, tired and angry, they began to judge Danko.
You, they said, are an insignificant and harmful person for us! You led us and tired us, and for this you will die!
You said: “Lead!” - and I led! - Danko shouted, standing against them with his chest. - I have the courage to lead, that’s why I led you! And you? What did you do to help yourself? You just walked and didn’t know how save your strength for a longer journey! You just walked, walked like a flock of sheep!
But these words infuriated them even more.
You will die! You will die! - they roared.
And the forest hummed and hummed, echoing their cries, and lightning tore the darkness to shreds. Danko looked at those for whom he had labored and saw that they were like animals. Many people stood around him, but there was no nobility on their faces, and he could not expect mercy from them. Then indignation boiled in his heart, but out of pity for the people it went out. He loved people and thought that maybe they would die without him. And so his heart flared up with the fire of desire to save them, to lead them to an easy path, and then the rays of that mighty fire sparkled in his eyes... And when they saw this, they thought that he was furious, which is why his eyes flared up so brightly, and they became wary , like wolves, expecting that he would fight them, and began to surround him more tightly so that it would be easier for them to grab and kill Danko. And he already understood their thought, which is why his heart burned even brighter, for this thought of theirs gave birth to melancholy in him.
And the forest still sang its gloomy song, and the thunder roared, and the rain poured...
What will I do for people?! - Danko shouted louder than thunder.
And suddenly he tore his chest with his hands and tore out his heart from it and raised it high above his head.
It burned as brightly as the sun, and brighter than the sun, and the whole forest fell silent, illuminated by this torch of great love for people, and the darkness scattered from its light and there, deep in the forest, trembling, fell into the rotten mouth of the swamp. The people, amazed, became like stones.
Let's go! - Danko shouted and rushed forward to his place, holding his burning heart high and illuminating the way for people.
They rushed after him, fascinated. Then the forest rustled again, shaking its peaks in surprise, but its noise was drowned out by the tramp of running people. Everyone ran quickly and boldly, carried away by the wonderful spectacle of a burning heart. And now they died, but they died without complaints or tears. And Danko was still ahead, his heart was still burning, burning!
And then suddenly the forest parted before him, parted and remained behind, dense and silent; and Danko and all those people immediately plunged into a sea of sunlight and clean air washed by rain. There was a thunderstorm - there, behind them, above the forest, and here the sun was shining, the steppe was sighing, the grass was shining in the diamonds of the rain and the river was sparkling golden... It was evening, and from the rays of the sunset the river seemed red, like the blood that flowed in a hot stream from Danko's torn chest.
The proud daredevil Danko cast his gaze ahead of him at the expanse of the steppe; he cast a joyful glance at the free land and laughed proudly. And then he fell and died.
People, joyful and full of hope, did not notice his death and did not see that his brave heart was still burning next to Danko’s corpse. Only one cautious person noticed this and, fearing something, stepped on the proud heart with his foot... And then it, scattered into sparks, died out...
That’s where they come from, the blue sparks of the steppe that appear before a thunderstorm!”<...>
Maksim Gorky
1 The legend is given with slight abbreviations.
Questions and tasks
- How do you think Danko differs from the people around him? Prepare this text for expressive reading or artistic retelling, emphasizing the peculiarity of Danko’s behavior and the attitude of the people he saved to his action.
- Among M. Gorky's stories there are realistic and romantic works. What works include the story “Childhood” and the story “Old Woman Izergil”?
- Which of Gorky's heroes would you like to erect a monument to and how do you imagine him?
Enrich your speech
- Prepare an artistic retelling of one of the episodes - “Fire”, “Teaching”, “Punishment”, “Granny’s Dance”, “Gypsy” (your choice). What can you say about the author who, after many years, so vividly reproduced the life, everyday life, and relationships of the inhabitants of the Kashirin house?
- Read by role or dramatize one of the scenes: “Conversation with Grandfather”, “Conversation with Gypsy”, “Study”, etc.
- Prepare an oral or written essay or script: “The Story of a Gypsy”, “Grandfather is not evil and not scary”, “Why did Alyosha feel in his grandmother loved one?”, “Alyosha and the Kashirins’ house” (optional).
- Consider the illustrations by B. Dekhterev for the story “Childhood” and D. Butorin for “Danko”. Is this how you imagined the heroes? D. Butorin is a Palestinian artist. You have seen Palekh drawings decorating lacquer boxes, illustrating books for children, and Pushkin’s fairy tales. What is interesting about the drawing by the Palekh artist?
- Which folklore works do they resemble the rhythm, the music of the legend “Danko” (an excerpt from the story “The Old Woman Izergil”)? Read the legend aloud, keeping its special fairytale rhythm.