What object of persecution was he writing about? Posthumous Notes of the Pickwick Club (1837). Charles Dickens "Greater Expectations"

CHAPTER IV Field maneuvers and bivouac; still new friends and an invitation to go out of town Many writers display not only an unreasonable, but also a truly shameful reluctance to give credit to the sources from which they draw valuable material. Such reluctance is alien to us. We only strive to honestly discharge the responsible responsibility arising from our publishing functions; and however much ambition may in other circumstances prompt us to claim authorship of these adventures, respect for the truth forbids us to pretend to anything more than careful arrangement and impartial presentation of them. The Pickwick Papers are our New River Reservoir, and we might be compared to the New River Company. Through the labors of others, a huge reservoir of essential facts has been created for us. We only serve them and let them flow in a clean and light stream with the help of these issues (Initially, the novel was published monthly in separate issues.) - for the benefit of people thirsty for Pickwickian wisdom. Acting in this spirit, and firmly based on our decision to do justice to those sources to which we have consulted, we openly declare that to the notebook of Mr. Snodgrass we are indebted for the facts recorded in this and the following chapter - facts which, having now cleared our conscience, we proceed without further comment. The next morning the inhabitants of Rochester and its adjoining towns rose early from their beds in a state of extreme excitement and excitement. A large military review was to take place on the fortification line. The eagle eye of the commander of the troops will observe the maneuvers of half a dozen regiments; Temporary fortifications were erected, the fortress was besieged and taken, and a mine was detonated. Mr. Pickwick was an enthusiastic admirer of the army, as our readers may have guessed from the brief extracts we have given from his description of Chatham. Nothing could bring him into such admiration, nothing could be so in harmony with the feelings of each of his companions, as the upcoming spectacle. That is why they soon set off and headed to the scene of action, where crowds of people were already flocking from all sides. The appearance of the parade ground indicated that the upcoming ceremony would be very majestic and solemn. There were sentries posted to guard the bridgehead, and servants in the batteries to guard the ladies' places, and sergeants were running in all directions with leather-bound books under their arms, and Colonel Balder, in full dress uniform, galloped from place to place, and reined in his horse, crashing into the crowd, and making them prance and jump, and shouted very menacingly, and brought himself to the point that he became very hoarse and very flushed for no apparent reason or reason. The officers ran back and forth, first talking with Colonel Balder, then giving orders to the sergeants, and finally disappearing; and even the soldiers peered out from behind their patent leather collars with an air of mysterious solemnity, which clearly indicated the exceptional nature of the event. Mr. Pickwick and his three companions placed themselves in the front row of the crowd and waited patiently for the ceremony to begin. The crowd grew by the second; and for the next two hours their attention was absorbed in the efforts they had to make to maintain the position they had won. Sometimes the crowd suddenly pressed in from behind, and then Mr. Pickwick was thrown several yards forward with a speed and elasticity that did not at all correspond to his sedate importance; sometimes the order to "stand back" was heard, and the butt of the gun either fell on Mr. Pickwick's big toe, reminding him of the order given, or rested on his chest, thereby ensuring the immediate execution of the order. Some cheerful gentlemen on the left, pressing forward in a crowd and crushing Mr. Snodgrass, who was undergoing inhuman torment, wanted to know “where he was going,” and when Mr. Winkle expressed his extreme indignation at the sight of this unprovoked onslaught, one of those standing behind pressed his hat over his eyes and asked if he would deign to hide his head in his pocket. All these witty jokes, as well as the incomprehensible absence of Mr. Tupman (who had suddenly disappeared and reappeared unknown where), created for the Pickwickians a situation on the whole that was more unenviable than pleasant or desirable. Finally, that multi-voiced roar that usually heralds the onset of an expected event ran through the crowd. All eyes turned to the fort - to the gate for the sortie. A few seconds of tense anticipation - and banners fluttered merrily in the air, weapons flashed brightly in the sun: column after column came out onto the plain. The troops stopped and lined up; the team ran along the line, guns clanked, and the troops took guard; the commander, accompanied by Colonel Balder and a retinue of officers, galloped towards the front. All the military bands began to play; the horses reared up, galloped back and, waving their tails, rushed in all directions; the dogs barked, the crowd screamed, the soldiers took their guns to their feet, and in all the space that the eye could cover nothing was visible except red uniforms and white trousers, frozen in motion. Mr. Pickwick, getting entangled in the horses' feet and miraculously getting out from under them, was so absorbed in this that he had no leisure to contemplate the scene until it had reached the stage just described. When he finally got the opportunity to establish himself on his feet, his joy and delight were boundless. - Could there be anything more delightful? - he asked Mr. Winkle. “No, he can’t,” answered this gentleman, who had just freed himself from the short man who had been standing on his feet for a quarter of an hour. “This is a truly noble and dazzling spectacle,” said Mr. Snodgrass, in whose breast the spark of poetry was quickly kindling: “the valiant defenders of the country arrayed in battle order before its peaceful citizens; their faces express not warlike cruelty, but civilized meekness; in their eyes flashes not the evil fire of robbery and revenge, but the soft light of humanity and reason! Mr. Pickwick fully appreciated the spirit of this laudatory speech, but could not fully agree with it, for the soft light of reason burned faintly in the eyes of the soldiers, since after the command “at attention!” the viewer saw only several thousand pairs of eyes, staring straight ahead and devoid of any expression. “We are now in an excellent position,” said Mr. Pickwick, looking around. The crowd around them gradually dispersed, and there was almost no one nearby. - Excellent! - confirmed both Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle. - What are they doing now? - inquired Pickwick, adjusting his glasses. “I—I am inclined to think,” said Mr. Winkle, his countenance changing, “I am inclined to think that they are going to shoot.” - Nonsense! - said Mr. Pickwick hastily. “I... I really think they want to shoot,” insisted Mr. Snodgrass, slightly alarmed. “It can’t be,” said Mr. Pickwick. Scarcely had he uttered these words, when all six regiments took aim with their muskets, as if they all had one common target - and that target was the Pickwickians - and a volley rang out, the most fearsome and deafening that ever shook the earth to its very center or the old gentleman to the depths of his being. Under such difficult circumstances, Mr. Pickwick, under a hail of empty volleys, and under the threat of an attack from the troops which began to form on the opposite side, showed that complete composure and self-control which are the essential attributes of a great spirit. He seized Mr. Winkle by the arm, and, placing himself between that gentleman and Mr. Snodgrass, earnestly entreated them to remember that they were in no immediate danger from the shooting, barring the possibility of being deafened by the noise. - And... what if one of the soldiers mistakenly loaded the gun with a bullet? - Mr. Winkle objected, turning pale at the thought of such a possibility, which he himself had invented. “I just heard something whistling into the air, and very loudly: right under my ear.” - Should we throw ourselves face down on the ground? - suggested Mr. Snodgrass. “No, no... it’s all over,” said Mr. Pickwick. Perhaps his lips trembled and his cheeks turned pale. but not a single word indicating fear or excitement escaped the lips of this great man. Mr. Pickwick was right: the shooting stopped. But he had hardly had time to congratulate himself on the fact that his guess was correct, when the whole line began to move: the command rushed hoarsely, and, before any of the Pickwickians guessed the meaning of this new maneuver, all six regiments with fixed bayonets went on the offensive, rushing quickly to the very place where Mr. Pickwick and his friends were located. Man is mortal, and there is a limit beyond which human courage cannot extend. Mr. Pickwick glanced through his glasses at the approaching avalanche, and then resolutely turned his back to it - let's not say - ran: firstly, this expression is vulgar; secondly, Mr. Pickwick's figure was by no means adapted to this type of retreat. He set off at a trot, developing as fast as his legs could carry him, such a speed that he could fully appreciate the predicament of his situation when it was already too late. The enemy troops, whose appearance had disconcerted Mr. Pickwick a few moments before, formed up to repel the mock attack of the troops besieging the fortress; and as a result, Mr. Pickwick and his friends suddenly found themselves between two very long ranks, one of which was approaching at a rapid pace, and the other was waiting in battle order for a collision. - Hey! - shouted the officers of the approaching line. - Get out of my way! - the officers of the motionless line shouted. -Where should we go? - screamed the alarmed Pickwickians. - Hey Hey hey! - was the only answer. A second of confusion, a heavy stamping of feet, a violent shaking, a muffled laugh... Half a dozen regiments had already retired fifty yards, and Mr. Pickwick's soles continued to flash in the air. Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle made forced courbettes with remarkable agility, and the first thing that the latter saw, sitting on the ground and wiping with a yellow silk handkerchief the life-giving stream that flowed from his nose, was his highly respected mentor, chasing his own hat, which, bouncing playfully , carried away into the distance. The pursuit of one's own hat is one of those rare trials, funny and sad at the same time, that evokes little sympathy. Considerable composure and a healthy dose of prudence are required when catching a hat. You should not rush, otherwise you will overtake it; You should not go to the other extreme - otherwise you will completely lose it. The best way is to run lightly, keeping up with the object of pursuit, be careful and careful, wait opportunity , gradually overtaking the hat, then quickly dive, grab it by the crown, pull it down on your head and smile benevolently all the time, as if it amuses you no less than everyone else. A pleasant breeze was blowing, and Mr. Pickwick's hat was rolling merrily into the distance. The wind puffed, and Mr. Pickwick puffed, and the hat rolled and rolled briskly, like an agile dolphin on the waves of the surf, and it would have rolled far from Mr. Pickwick if, by the will of Providence, an obstacle had not appeared in its path just at the moment when this the gentleman was ready to leave her to the mercy of fate. Mr. Pickwick was completely exhausted and was about to give up the chase when a gust of wind carried his hat to the wheel of one of the carriages standing in the very place to which he was rushing. Mr. Pickwick, appreciating the favorable moment, quickly rushed forward, took possession of his property, placed it on his head, and paused to take breath. In less than half a minute he heard a voice impatiently calling his name, and he immediately recognized the voice of Mr. Tupman, and, raising his head, saw a sight that filled him with surprise and joy. In a four-seater carriage, from which, due to the cramped conditions, the horses had been harnessed, stood a portly elderly gentleman in a blue frock coat with shiny buttons, corduroy trousers and high boots with cuffs, then two young ladies in scarves and feathers, a young gentleman, apparently in love one of the young ladies in scarves and feathers, a lady of indeterminate age, apparently the aunt of the ladies in question, and Mr. Tupman, who behaved as casually and casually as if he had been a member of this family from the first days of infancy. Attached to the back of the carriage was a basket of impressive size—one of those baskets that always awaken in the contemplative mind thoughts of cold birds, tongues, and bottles of wine—and on the box sat a fat, red-faced fellow, deep in a slumber. Every thoughtful observer could at first glance determine that it was his duty to distribute the contents of the said basket when the moment was right for its consumption. Mr. Pickwick was hurriedly looking over these interesting details, when his faithful student called to him again. - Pickwick! Pickwick! - exclaimed Mr. Tupman. Get in here! Hurry up! “You are welcome, sir, you are welcome,” said the portly gentleman. - Joe! Obnoxious boy... He fell asleep again... Joe, put down the step. The fat guy slowly rolled off the box, lowered the step and held the carriage door welcomingly open. At that moment Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle approached. “There’s plenty of room for everyone, gentlemen,” said the portly gentleman. - Two in the carriage, one on the box. Joe, make room on the box for one of these gentlemen. Well, sir, you're welcome! - And the traveling gentleman put out his hand and pulled first Mr. Pickwick, and then Mr. Snodgrass, into the carriage. Mr. Winkle climbed onto the box, the fat guy waddled onto the same perch and instantly fell asleep. “Very glad to see you, gentlemen,” said the portly gentleman. “I know you very well, although you may not remember me.” Last winter I spent several evenings at your club... Met my friend Mr. Tupman here this morning and was very pleased with him. How are you doing, sir? You look blooming. Mr. Pickwick thanked him for the compliment and gave a friendly shake to the portly gentleman in boots with cuffs. - Well, how are you feeling, sir? - continued the portly gentleman, addressing Mr. Snodgrass with fatherly solicitude. - Great, right? Well, that's great, that's great. What about you, sir? (Addressing Mr. Winkle.) I am very glad that you are feeling well, very, very glad. Gentlemen, these girls are my daughters, and this is my sister, Miss Rachel Wardle. She is a miss, although she does not understand her mission that way... What, sir, how? - And the portly gentleman playfully nudged Mr. Pickwick in the side and laughed heartily. - Oh, brother! - Miss Wardle exclaimed with a reproachful smile. “But I’m telling the truth,” objected the portly gentleman, “no one can deny it.” Excuse me, gentlemen, this is my friend Mr. Trundle. Well, now that everyone knows each other, I suggest we sit down without any hesitation, and let’s see what’s going on there. Here's my advice. With these words the portly gentleman put on his spectacles, Mr. Pickwick took up the telescope, and everyone in the carriage stood up and began to contemplate the military evolutions over the heads of the spectators. These were amazing evolutions: one line fired over the heads of another line, after which it ran away, then this other line fired over the heads of the next and in turn ran away; the troops lined up in a square, and the officers were placed in the center; then they went down the stairs into the ditch and climbed out of it using the same stairs; knocked down the basket barricades and showed the greatest valor. Tools resembling giant mops were used to hammer shells into the cannons; and there were so many preparations for the firing and the volley thundered so deafeningly that the air was filled with women’s screams. The young Miss Wardles were so frightened that Mr. Trundle was literally forced to support one of them in the carriage, while Mr. Snodgrass supported the other, and Mr. Wardle's sister's nervous excitement reached such terrible proportions that Mr. Tupman found it absolutely necessary to put his arm around her waist so that she doesn't fall. Everyone was excited except the fat guy; he slept in a sweet sleep, as if the roar of guns had replaced his lullaby since childhood. - Joe! Joe! - shouted the portly gentleman, when the fortress was taken, and the besiegers and besieged sat down to dinner. - Obnoxious boy, he fell asleep again! Be so kind as to pinch him, sir... please, on his leg, otherwise you won't wake him up... thank you very much. Untie the basket, Joe! The fat fellow, whom Mr. Winkle had successfully awakened by pinching a piece of thigh between his thumb and forefinger, rolled off the box again and began to untie the basket, showing more efficiency than one would have expected from his passivity up to that moment. “Now we’ll have to make room a little,” said the portly gentleman. There were jokes about how the ladies' sleeves would get wrinkled in the cramped quarters, there were playful suggestions that brought a bright blush to the lady's cheeks to sit them on the gentlemen's laps, and finally everyone settled into the carriage. The portly gentleman began to hand over various things to the carriage, which he took from the hands of a fat guy who had climbed to the back of the carriage for this purpose. - Knives and forks, Joe! Knives and forks were served; the ladies and gentlemen in the carriage and Mr. Winkle on the box were provided with these useful utensils. _Plates, Joe, plates! The same procedure was repeated as when distributing knives and forks. - Now the bird, Joe. The obnoxious boy - he fell asleep again! Joe! Joe! (A few blows to the head with the cane, and the fat guy woke up from his lethargy with some difficulty.) Live, serve the snack! In that last word there was something that made the fat guy perk up. He jumped up; his pewter eyes, sparkling from behind his swollen cheeks, greedily dug into the food supplies as he began to remove them from the basket. “Come on, move,” said Mr. Wardle, for the fat fellow was bending lovingly over the capon and seemed unable to part with it. The guy took a deep breath and, casting a fiery glance at the delicious bird, reluctantly handed it over to his owner. - That's right... keep your eyes open. Give me your tongue... pigeon pate. Be careful not to drop the veal and ham... Don't forget the lobster... Take the salad out of the napkin... Give me the sauce. These orders came from Mr. Wardle's lips as he handed over the said dishes, pushing the plates into everyone's hands and knees. - Wonderful, isn't it? - inquired this cheerful gentleman, when the process of destroying food began. - Wonderful! - confirmed Mr. Winkle, sitting on the box and cutting the bird. - A glass of wine? - With the greatest pleasure. - Take the bottle to your box. - You are very kind. - Joe! - What do you want, sir? (This time he was not sleeping, because he had just managed to steal a veal pie.) - A bottle of wine for the gentleman on the trestle. I'm very glad to meet you, sir. - Thank you. - Mr. Winkle drained the glass and placed the bottle next to him on the trestle. - May I, sir, drink to your health? - Mr. Trundle turned to Mr. Winkle. “Very nice,” replied Mr. Winkle, and both gentlemen drank. Then everyone drank a glass, except for the lady. - How our dear Emily flirted with a strange gentleman! - the aunt, the old maid, whispered to her brother, Mr. Wardle, with all the envy that an aunt and an old maid is capable of. - Well, so what? - responded the cheerful elderly gentleman. - It seems to me that this is very natural... nothing surprising. Mr. Pickwick, would you like some wine, sir? Mr. Pickwick, who had thoughtfully examined the filling of the pate, readily agreed. “Emily, my dear,” said the maiden aunt patronizingly, “don’t speak so loudly, my dear.” - Oh, aunt! “Auntie and this old gentleman allow themselves everything, and nothing for others,” whispered Miss Isabella Wardle to her sister Emily. The young ladies laughed merrily, and the old lady tried to put on an amiable face, but she failed. “Young girls are so lively,” Miss Wardle said to Mr. Tupman in such a sympathetic tone, as if the liveliness was contraband, and the person who did not hide it was committing a great crime and sin. - Oh yeah! - responded Mr. Tupman, not understanding what answer was expected from him. - It's charming. “Hm...” Miss Wardle said incredulously. - Will you allow me? - said Mr. Tupman in the most sugary tone, touching the fingers of the charming Rachel with one hand, and lifting the bottle with the other. Will you allow me? - Oh, sir! Mr. Tupman looked very impressive, and Rachel expressed fear that the shooting might resume, for in that case she would have to once again resort to his support. - Do you think my dear nieces can be called pretty? the loving aunt asked Mr. Tupman in a whisper. “Perhaps if their aunt weren’t here,” answered the resourceful Pickwickian, accompanying his words with a passionate look. - Oh, naughty... but seriously... If their complexion were a little better, they might seem pretty... in the evening light? “Yes, perhaps,” said Mr. Tupman in an indifferent tone. - Oh, what a mocker you are... I know perfectly well what you wanted to say. - What? - inquired Mr. Tupman, who did not want to say anything at all. - You thought that Isabella was hunched over... yes, yes, you thought! You men are so observant! Yes, she is hunched over, this cannot be denied, and, of course, nothing disfigures young girls more than this habit of hunching over. I often tell her that a few years will pass and she will be scary to look at. And you are a mocker! Mr. Tupman had nothing against such a reputation, acquired at such a cheap price, he drew himself up and smiled mysteriously. - What a sarcastic smile! - Rachel said with admiration. - Really, I'm afraid of you. -Are you afraid of me? - Oh, you won’t hide anything from me, I know perfectly well what that smile means. - What? - asked Mr. Tupman, who did not know it himself. “You want to say,” the pretty aunt continued, lowering her voice, you wanted to say that Isabella’s stoop is not such a big misfortune compared to Emily’s swagger. And Emily is very cheeky! You can't imagine how much this upsets me sometimes! I cry for hours and my brother is so kind, so trusting, he doesn't notice anything, I'm quite sure it would break his heart. Perhaps it’s just the way I behave that’s to blame. I’d like to think like that... I console myself with this hope... (Here the loving aunt let out a deep sigh and sadly shook her head.) “I guarantee that my aunt is talking about us,” whispered Miss Emily Wardle to her sister - I'm sure of it, she has such a feisty face. - You think? - Isabella responded. - Hm... Dear aunt! - What, honey? - Auntie, I’m so afraid that you’ll catch a cold... please put on a scarf, wrap up your dear old head... really, you need to take care of yourself in your years! Although the retribution was made in the same coin and according to deserts, it was hardly possible to imagine a more cruel revenge. It is not known in what form the aunt would have vented her indignation if Mr. Wardle had not intervened, who, suspecting nothing, changed the subject of the conversation by energetically calling out to Joe. “Insufferable boy,” said the elderly gentleman, “he fell asleep again!” - Amazing boy! - said Mr. Pickwick. - Does he always sleep like this? - He's sleeping! - confirmed the old gentleman. - He always sleeps. In his sleep he follows orders and snores while serving at the table. - Extremely strange! - said Mr. Pickwick. “Yes, very strange,” agreed the old gentleman. - I'm proud of this guy... I wouldn't part with him for anything in the world. This is a miracle of nature! Hey, Joe, Joe, put away the dishes and open another bottle, do you hear? The fat guy stood up, opened his eyes, swallowed a huge piece of pie, which he was chewing at the moment he fell asleep, and slowly fulfilled his master’s order: he collected the plates and put them in the basket, devouring the remains of the feast with his eyes. Another bottle was served and drunk; the basket was tied again, the fat guy took his place on the box, the glasses and telescope were again taken out. Meanwhile, the maneuvers resumed. Whistling, shooting, frightening the lady, and then, to everyone’s delight, the mine was detonated. As the smoke from the explosion cleared, the troops and spectators followed suit and also dispersed. Don’t forget,” said the elderly gentleman, shaking Mr. Pickwick’s hand and ending the conversation begun during the final stage of the maneuvers, “you are our guest tomorrow.” “Certainly,” replied Mr. Pickwick. - Do you have an address? “Menor Farm, Dingley Dell,” said Mr. Pickwick, looking at his notebook. “That’s right,” confirmed the old gentleman. - And remember, I will let you go no earlier than in a week and will make sure that you see everything worthy of attention. If you are interested in country life, come to me and I will give it to you in abundance. Joe! - Obnoxious boy: he fell asleep again! Joe, help Tom pawn the horses! The horses were harnessed, the coachman climbed onto the box, the fat guy sat next to him, they said goodbye, and the carriage drove off. When the Pickwickians looked back for the last time, the setting sun cast a bright reflection on the faces of those sitting in the carriage and illuminated the figure of the fat guy. His head hung on his chest, he slept in a sweet sleep.

A question about a fragment from the work of the English writer Charles Dickens evened the score in the game show with a team of experts.

Elena Yakimova from the city of Mikhailovsk, Stavropol Territory, evened the score with an original question in the fourth game of the spring series “What? Where? When?". The compatriot’s question sounded as follows: “Considerable composure and a considerable dose of prudence are required when capturing her. You should not rush, otherwise you will overtake her; you should not go to the other extreme, otherwise you will completely lose her. The best way is to run lightly, keeping up with the object of pursuit , wait for an opportunity, quickly grab it and smile benevolently all the time, as if it amuses you as much as everyone else. What object of persecution did Charles Dickens write about?

The team captain, Alena Povysheva, decided to answer. After listening to the question twice, the expert suggested that Dickens wrote about a butterfly, but answered that it was about luck.



However, neither the answer nor the assumptions made by other team members during the discussion turned out to be correct. It turned out that it was about a hat. Photographer Elena Yakimova won 90 thousand rubles. The Stavropol player's question evened the score - 5:5. Next came the Super Blitz, which was lost by Alexey Samulev. The game ended with a score of 6:5 in favor of television viewers.

Residents of Stavropol region willingly take part in intellectual game. So, a resident of Georgievsk received 90 thousand rubles per winter game"What? Where? When?".

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The transition from The Pickwick Club, a comic epic in which Dickens's cheerful humor predominates, to Oliver Twist, Dickens's first socially revealing novel, should not seem unexpected; it is a natural moment of creative evolution.

Dickens was prompted to choose the profession of a writer not only by the need for constant work that would meet his creative vocation, vanity and ambition and could provide him with material conditions of existence, but also by the need for influential civic activity. Dickens was convinced of the high social significance of art, as well as the fact that it is capable of fulfilling this purpose when it combines beauty, ideal and truth. “The persistent struggle for truth in art,” he noted, “is the joy and grief of all true servants of art.” To endure this stubborn struggle requires high civic conviction and effective courage. One can consider Dickens's civic and creative motto to be his words: “Where I am sure of the truth, I will not lie with a single person.”

Success, recognition, and finally fame came to Dickens without hesitation or delay, as soon as The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club were published. However, it took steadfastness and courage from him so as not to deviate and not change his conviction and calling. Moving from a completed idea to a new idea, from “The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club” to “The Adventures of Oliver Twist,” Dickens asserted his right as an artist to choose a topic at his own discretion, to write not only about the “cream” of society, but also about its “scum,” if, he noted in parentheses (in the preface to the new novel), their “speech does not offend the ear”; write about “scum” not as it was in popular literature before him and in his time, without embellishing life, without making evil and vice seductive, but showing the “harsh truth.”

When a contemporary reader of Dickens turned to his novels, expecting to find in them the usual exciting adventures - dizzying "gallops across the heather" and cheerful, welcoming thugs with " high road", disappointment awaited him. Such an “ordinary thread of adventure” that young Korolenko was looking for, as he says in his memoirs, when meeting Dickens, was not in his novels.

Dickens's narrative is based on a succession of events; Adventure episodes, including kidnappings and persecutions, also contribute to the dynamism of the description. One of the brightest and most memorable episodes from Dickens's first novel is the chase episode with the participation of Mr. Pickwick. The shameless schemer, businessman, liar and deceiver Alfred Jingle - in the hope of making money - carried away Miss Rachel, an old maid eager for marriage. The deception is revealed, noise and bustle follow, then a mad chase on mad horses harnessed to a carriage. But the fact of Mr. Pickwick's participation in the chase gives the adventure an unusual character - both funny and pathetic. And the description of the adventure, everything connected with it - people and horses, the place and time of action, the noise and pace of the turmoil, the state of mind and momentary reflection of the main character - everything is conveyed with extraordinary vividness, accuracy and laconicism, so that both details and the overall picture, both background and foreground, are perceived easily and holistically. Such liveliness and freedom of epic storytelling, when the pen is able to capture and in precise words convey diverse objects and phenomena in their tangible materiality and combine everything into a holistic moving image - with the help of description, remarks, dialogue, internal monologue, to combine the sharpness of plot movement and changeability psychological states and make everything expressive and visual - such a narrative stood out against the backdrop of the most striking examples of the highly developed art of English prose and became a model for new searches in adventure literature and in the genre of psychological novel.

If the starting point for the idea of ​​“The Pickwick Club” was an accident, then the idea of ​​“Oliver Twist” was initially determined by the author’s attitude, journalistic in its pathos and civil in its essence.

Dickens portrayed the world of thieves following Defoe and Fielding, and this is noticeable: he repeats some motives, takes into account some descriptive techniques, and even imitates them. The carefree joker and funnyman Charles

Bates, the witty Artful Dodger can remind one of the “merry fellow and nice fellow” Major Jack, the youngest of the three Jacks, the heroes of Defoe’s novel “Colonel Jack”, and the brutal Sykes - Captain Jack, the eldest of the Jacks, distinguished by “stupid bloodthirstiness”. However, what is more noticeable and significant in this literary dependence is that Dickens, taking into account the experience of his great predecessors, relies on his own experience and experience new era, takes into account the level, possibilities and tasks of the literature of its time, responds to current events and creates a completely original work, a novel that was and remains one of the most popular and readable works English literature.

It was rightly noted by Igor Katarsky in his wonderful study “Dickens in Russia”:

“Children’s images in Dickens’s work can rightfully be called an artistic discovery for European literature XIX century. None of the literature of Western Europe was able to penetrate so deeply into the spiritual world of a child until the last third of the 18th century, before the appearance of Goldsmith’s “The Priest of Wakefield” and Rousseau’s “Confessions” 1 . To this we can and should add: it was not just the “children’s images” created by Dickens, taken separately from each other or in their totality, that were an artistic discovery.

"Children's images" occupied Dickens's imagination throughout his entire life. creative life, they are present in all his novels, from the first to the last, and almost each of these images really testifies to such a deep penetration into the spiritual world of a child that no one else had great writer before Dickens. But to truly appreciate Dickens’s “artistic discovery,” this statement is not enough.

The world of children as a special world and at the same time inseparable from the world of adults, dependent on it and influencing it, the world is diverse, complex, little studied, difficult to comprehend, both fragile and durable, requiring close attention, deep comprehension and sensitive care, such the world was first discovered and recreated in fiction by Dickens. This discovery was recognized and extremely appreciated by small and great writers, most of all those who were disturbed by " damn questions"of the adult world, among them Tolstoy and Dostoevsky are in first place.

Dickens's particular interest in childhood and adolescence was inspired by his own early experiences, his understanding and sympathy for disadvantaged childhood, and his understanding that the situation and condition of the child reflected the situation and condition of the family and society as a whole. Dickens was outraged by the ignorance in the treatment of children in the family and school, as well as by the children's institutions that were disfiguring the souls of children. He wrote about children, guided by the need to change and improve their living conditions, working conditions, education, upbringing with hope and confidence that with a truthful, denouncing and inspiring word it is possible to decisively contribute to all this.

Dickens's heroes from the world of childhood - children and teenagers - are healthy in spirit, morally pure, persistent and courageous, acutely experience conflict situations, are able to withstand sorrows and adversity, respond kindly to kindness, and resist injustice in feelings, thoughts and actions. Often, through their eyes, Dickens looks at the world, at different spheres of social life, at people and nature, and judges everything by the measure of their state of mind, both sad and joyful, influencing the reader by expressing a whole complex of feelings experienced by the hero and empathized by the author. Robert Louis Stevenson is more consistent and complete than others English writers, will accept and develop this Dickensian tradition.

The Adventures of Oliver Twist had not yet been published, but Dickens was already writing new adventures - Nicholas Nickleby. This was the usual practice of Dickens's professional work, continuous work, when one idea gives way to another and book after book comes out.

Dickens's novels were published in parts, in editions, before appearing in separate editions, and the author had to take special care of the entertaining development of the plot and maintain the reader's interest in interrupted reading. Events in Dickens's novels are designed to sharpen the reader's interest, but in essence they are meaningful, connected with different aspects of reality, and can clarify a lot in the hero's life conditions, in his character, in the life of the country and people.

However, the main interest in Dickens’s novels is not generated by events, but by the characters, the strings of characters he created, allowing the reader to imagine what and how the people of Dickens’s time lived, what features of their psychology and behavior turned out to be tenacious, what their social and moral essence was.

In the preface to the novel “The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby,” Dickens formulated an important principle for him in creating characters, already prepared by his previous works, but for the first time consistently implemented in this novel. Society, he wrote, “rarely allows the appearance in a novel of a person with clearly defined qualities, good or bad, who remains believable.” Dickens filled many of his novels with such people. They may seem and often seem implausible and simply fantastic, especially if they are considered outside the artistic world he created. For Dickens fiction, like art in general, is a special nature, created on the basis of life and for the sake of life, developing depending on social nature, but also following its own laws - the laws of art.

They say - and rightly so - that the characters Dickens created were influenced by his passion for the theater and his early, still childhood interest in folk performances. However, this passion found a practical outlet in the method and techniques of representation only because and after reality itself revealed fantastic contrasts and fantastic forms of their expression to his discerning gaze. In the sharp sharpness and opposition of characters in Dickens's novels, his civic passion, his journalistic pathos, excited by the discontent of the masses and the Chartist movement, were expressed. Chartism, according to V.I. Lenin, is “the first broad, truly mass, politically formed, proletarian-revolutionary movement” 2 . The scale and depth, the strength and passion of the critical principle in Dickens's work are associated with this movement, reflecting the discontent and indignation of the working class and the working masses. Dickens sympathized with the workers, but did not share the beliefs of the Chartists, and was opposed to revolutionary violence.

The big city, London, directly influenced Dickens, his idea of ​​the life of capitalist England, influenced his creative imagination, and, one might argue, his principles for creating characters, the fact that in his art world seems fantastic. To specifically feel this impact of the English capital on Dickens, you should carefully read the description of London in the novel “Nicholas Nickleby” and recreate in your imagination the “every second changing, continuously varied panorama” that gave the author the impression of “some kind of wild bacchanalia.”

The sharpness of everyday and social contrasts, the phantasmagoria of moving and frozen forms, the flashy diversity of color shades are reflected in sharply contrasting and bizarre characters. Dickens would not be Dickens if London had not been in his life.

In Dickens's novels there are lines of characters with sharply expressed qualities. The first to introduce the procession of disgusting creatures in human form are Squeers and Ralph Nickleby, figures so vile that they seem fantastic, but they are very real. "Mr. Squeers," according to Dickens, "is a representative of his class, and not an individual." This owner of a boarding school, where unfortunate children are tortured and spiritually crippled, is a typical businessman in the field of education and upbringing. His name became a household name, an expression of practical arrogance and hypocrisy.

Ralph Nickleby, the uncle of Nicholas Nickleby, the hero of the novel, has character traits and life aspirations close to Squeers, but he is a businessman of a different, much broader scope. Squeers's power and authority extend only to the school he owns, to a group of unfortunate children. Ralph Nickleby claims to be omnipotent. Under the influence of the conviction that there is no power higher than the power of money, the thirst for profit, his leading passion, develops in him to the point of mania. For Ralph Nickleby, anyone who does not recognize the power of money, much less protests against it, is an adversary who must be pacified, punished or crushed. “A cunning miser with cold blood,” such is his repentant self-description. Dickens is not satisfied with it, he goes further, points to Ralph Nickleby as an ominous phenomenon of the complete emasculation of the soul due to the power of money and its voluntary recognition, support and praise. Primordial human feelings and principles - love, compassion, honor, conscience, family and civic duty - everything that makes a person human, all this is destroyed in the soul of Ralph Nickleby. A theorist and practitioner of profit, he hides his greedy essence under numerous guises, and the more mysterious and ominous his figure seems, and the atmosphere surrounding him is mysterious and ominous. Similar sinister figures and a suffocating atmosphere are depicted with simple clarity and symbolic generality in Dickens’s next, fourth novel, “The Curiosity Shop.”

Notes

1 Katarsky I. Dickens in Russia. Mid XIX century. M., Nauka, 1966, p. 275-276.

2. Lenin V.I. Poli. collection cit., vol. 38, p. 305.

Journalistic activity was by no means an episode in the writer’s biography. Complete collection Dickens's speeches and articles, which comprise two substantial volumes, indicate that the writer often spoke on public issues. This was organically combined with literary creativity Dickens, which from beginning to end was imbued with the pathos of the struggle against various forms social injustice. As is known, journalistic motives are very significant in Dickens's novels. It is therefore not surprising that he often put down his novelist's pen to write an article or give a speech. Civic feeling and social temperament were organically inherent in Dickens. All his journalism is imbued with a lively interest in what constituted the subject highest value For modern society.
From the very beginning of his literary career, Dickens declared his task to be serving the interests of society, first and foremost common people. Speaking at a banquet on June 25, 1841, Dickens spoke about the motives that drove his work: “I was possessed by a serious and humble desire - and it will never leave me - to make the world more harmless fun and cheerfulness. I felt that the world is not only worthy of contempt, but that it is worth living in, and for many reasons. I sought to find, as the professor put it, the seed of good that the Creator planted in even the most evil souls. - which is not true, as if it is incompatible with poverty, even with rags..."
This humane disposition is characteristic of both Dickens's novels and journalism. Both Dickens's novels and journalism pursued one goal: to arouse hatred of all manifestations of social injustice and teach people goodness.
Dickens was aware that such large moral, educational and educational tasks were beyond the capabilities of one person. Therefore, for almost all years literary work he gathered around him writers capable of supporting his desire to create literature that would influence the consciousness of the people. Hence Dickens’s constant desire to have a press organ that would appeal to the broadest strata of society.
Dickens first contributed to the weekly newspaper The Examiner. It was one of the most progressive organs of the English press of the first half of the 19th century V. Its founders were brothers John and Lee Hunt. Leigh Hunt led the radicals' struggle against political reaction during the period of the "Holy Alliance". In 1821, Albany Fontblanc became editor of the magazine, and then John Forster, Dickens's lifelong friend and subsequently his first biographer. Dickens contributed to the Examiner, that organ of radical bourgeois democracy, in 1838-1849. Articles from those years are reproduced in this volume.
Dickens wanted to publish a newspaper or magazine himself, to determine the ideological and artistic line of a large mass organ. In 1845, the writer planned to publish a weekly literary and political magazine, for which he came up with the name “Cricket”. This intention remained unfulfilled, but the plan was not fruitless for Dickens. The idea for "The Cricket" gave rise to the idea for the Christmas story "The Cricket Behind the Hearth."
Dreams of a weekly newspaper faded into the background when Dickens received an offer to become editor of the Daily News. Although his faithful friend Forster dissuades him, Dickens takes on the task with ardor. preparatory work. January 21, 1846-. The first issue of the newspaper is published. Her political position was radical reformist. The newspaper advocated the abolition of outdated social institutions and laws, in particular, it sought the abolition of grain duties, which placed a heavy burden on the people. But at the same time, it supported the principle of free trade, which was beneficial to the bourgeoisie. F. Engels wrote that the Daily News is “the London organ of the industrial bourgeoisie” (K. Marx and F. Engels, Works, 1st ed., vol. VIII, p. 439.). The newspaper expressed the positions of the liberal part of the bourgeois class.
To us, who are now familiar with these facts, it seems somewhat inconsistent for Dickens to participate in an organ of such a trend, since the writer’s novels were essentially anti-bourgeois. Comparing this with the fact that Dickens wrote about the bourgeoisie before 1846 in his novels Nicholas Nickleby, The Curiosity Shop, Martin Chuzzlewit, one cannot help but feel that Dickens, having taken on the editorship of the Daily News, found himself involved in affairs of the political kitchen, which always disgusted him. Work in the editorial office began to weigh heavily on him and, quite nervous about the difficulties of his new position, Dickens took a vacation, which actually resembled an escape. He went to Switzerland. John Forster took over the leadership of the newspaper; Dickens limited himself to advice for some time, and then completely moved away from the Daily News.
The episode with the Daily News is typical of Dickens. Although he was always occupied by big social problems, he shunned the intricacies of political struggle. Speaking at a banquet in the United States on February 7, 1842, Dickens openly admitted: “my moral ideals- very broad and comprehensive, not fitting into the framework of any sect or party..." The writer wanted to be a judge of life from the point of view of the highest ideals of humanity. At the same time, his sympathies were on the side of the oppressed and disadvantaged. In the same speech, Dickens expressed this my credo: “I believe that our lives, our sympathies, hopes and strengths are given to us in order to devote them to many, and not to a select few. That it is our duty to shine a bright ray of contempt and hatred, so that everyone can see them, any meanness, falsehood, cruelty and oppression, no matter how they are expressed. And the main thing is that what occupies a high position is not always high, and what occupies a low position is not always low."
Dickens is a staunch supporter of popular art and literature. That is why he could not accept the aesthetically sophisticated art of the Pre-Raphaelites (see the article “Old lamps instead of new ones”), while the moralizing art of the artist Cruikshank was close to him both in its realism and democratic ideological orientation (“Children of the Drunkard” by Cruickshank). The place of the writer in public life was very clearly defined by Dickens in a speech at a banquet in honor of literature and art in Birmingham on January 6, 1853. Having devoted myself to the literary profession, I, said Dickens, “are firmly convinced that literature, in its turn, must be faithful to the people , is obliged to passionately and zealously advocate for his progress, prosperity and happiness."
The above applies equally to the artistic creativity and journalism of Dickens. In his articles and speeches he strictly followed these principles. If from our point of view the writer’s program may seem somewhat general and vague, then in Dickens’s practice the position he took always led to a struggle against very specific forms social evil.
It is enough to read his essay “A Night Scene in London” to be convinced of the absence of any “abstractness” of Dickens’s humanism. He shows here the terrible abysses of poverty, the very bottom of London, a poverty that cannot be worse. His description is imbued with anger against social orders that allow such terrible humiliation of a person.
Dickens was humane, but he did not at all believe that evil should go unpunished. The reader will find in this book a series of articles devoted to the sensational case of the rogue Drouet, whose school in its horrors was many times greater than Squeers's institution, described in the novel "Nicholas Nickleby." The writer is outraged by the class court, which allows impunity for those who profit from the suffering of the defenseless (see the articles “Paradise in Tooting”, “Farm in Tooting”, “The verdict in the Drouet case”).
At the same time, recognizing the need for harsh measures against criminals, Dickens resolutely opposes the barbaric custom of public executions that persisted at that time, as well as death penalty in general (“On the death penalty”, “Public executions”). Dickens's voice in these articles sounds in unison with the speeches of the great French humanist writer Victor Hugo (Claude Gue, The Last Day of a Man Condemned to Death).
Dickens also touched upon such consequences of public poverty as prostitution. However, his “Call to Fallen Women” sounds naive, because the solution to the problem was not the desire or unwillingness to take the path of morality, but the fact that the capitalist order doomed women to sell their bodies.
Dickens ardently supported all initiatives that could help educate the people and alleviate their plight. Evidence of this are his speeches at a school evening for workers, at the opening of a public library, and in defense of a hospital for poor children. He supports professional organizations whose goal is to protect the interests of people creative professions- Society of Musicians, Theater Fund, Newspaper Fund. Dickens fought especially hard to establish international copyright (see Dickens's speech at a banquet in his honor in Hartford (USA) on February 7, 1842). Finally, as a writer, he brought a touching tribute of gratitude to the workers of printing houses and proofreaders (speeches in the society of printers and in the association of proofreaders).
The idea of ​​creating his own literary and social magazine did not leave Dickens even after he became disillusioned with newspaper work. He began publishing such a weekly magazine in 1850 under the name Household Words. In his “Address to the Readers,” Dickens formulated the goals and principles of his journal activities. The magazine was not supposed to provide direct responses to the political issues of the day. Its main function was cognitive and social-educational. But at the same time, Dickens, as always, resolutely distanced himself from utilitarian aspirations: “Neither the utilitarian spirit nor the oppression of brute facts will be allowed onto the pages of our Home Reading,” declared Dickens the publisher. And Dickens the writer declared such a magazine program that It is worth quoting, because it is important not only for understanding the direction of the magazine, but also for the entire aesthetics of Dickens’s work. The value of this declaration lies in the fact that it characterizes it perfectly. the most important features Dickens's artistic method, whose realism was free from naturalistic tendencies and tended towards romance.
“In the breasts of people young and old, rich and poor, we will carefully cherish that spark of fantasy that necessarily glimmers in any human breast, although in some, if it is nourished, it flares up into a bright flame of inspiration, while in others it only flickers slightly, but never fades away completely - or woe to that day! To show everyone that in the most familiar things, even those endowed with a repulsive shell, there is always hidden something romantic that just needs to be found; to reveal to the diligent servants of the madly spinning wheel of labor that they are not at all doomed to languish under the yoke. dry and immutable facts that the consolation and charms of imagination are available to them; to gather both the highest and the lowest in this vast field and awaken in them a mutual desire to know each other better, a benevolent readiness to understand each other - this is why “Home Reading” is published - wrote Dickens. To these words of his we will add: this is why he wrote his works.
Dickens recruited writers who accepted this program to participate in the magazine. The most famous among them were Elizabeth Gaskell, Charles Lever, Bulwer-Lytton and the young Wilkie Collins, who became one of Dickens's closest friends and collaborators. The magazine has won a significant number of readers among the people. Since the summer of 1859, “Home Reading” was renamed “All the Year Round”. The old employees were retained, the program remained the same: “the merging of the gifts of imagination with the true features of life, which is necessary for the prosperity of any society” (Announcement in “Home Reading” about the proposed publication “ All year round"). Dickens participated in the publication of "All the Year Round" until his death.
The desire to make literature a means of spiritual unity of the people runs through all the activities of Dickens - writer and publisher. This position placed him in a very special position in the era of sharp class antagonisms that characterized that part of the 19th century when he lived and worked. The idea of ​​a class world, asserted by Dickens, was an attempt by a humanist writer to find such a solution social contradictions, which would help avoid unnecessary cruelty and bloodshed. The writer appealed to the workers not to resort to extreme means of struggle. So, in particular, he wrote one article in which he condemned the railway strike. The article was published in the magazine "Home Reading" on January 11, 1851 (not included in this publication). Considering the behavior of the striking workers to be reckless, Dickens, however, in no way wanted to discredit the working class or use the strike to slander the working people, as the reactionaries did. Dickens states that "in spite of what happened, the English workmen have always been known as a people loving their country and completely worthy of trust." He protests against the demands of the embittered bourgeoisie, who insisted on the publication of laws on repression against workers. “How is it possible,” wrote Dickens, “how can one now, reasoning calmly and soberly, treat the English craftsman as a creature working under pressure, or even suspect him of needing one? he is a noble soul and kind heart. He belongs to a great nation, and his good reputation spreads throughout the whole earth. And if we should generously forgive the mistakes of any human being, we should forgive him too."
This episode is indicative of Dickens the humanist. His idea of ​​a class world was undoubtedly illusory. But Dickens’s position cannot be identified with the position of bourgeois liberals and opportunists; the Writer was motivated by sincere love for working people and naively believed that his preaching of reconciliation of warring social forces could actually be realized. Dickens’s position cannot be compared to the views of defenders of the bourgeoisie also because, both in his artistic works and in his journalism, he mercilessly criticized the ruling classes. A significant part of his articles is devoted to exposing the vices of those who held political power in the country in their hands. Dickens's articles against the ruling elite of England belong to remarkable examples of militant political journalism. They are distinguished not only by their courage, but also by their brilliant literary form.
With what brilliance he ridicules the system of education of the sons of aristocrats and capitalists in the parody “Report of the Commission examining the position and living conditions of persons engaged in various types of mental labor at the University of Oxford.” The writer exposes the class nature of caste education of those who are subsequently handed over and political power, and spiritual leadership of the people. He proposes to rename the academic degrees granted by the university and call the nation's certified leaders "Bachelors of Idiocy," "Masters of Fabrication," and "Doctors of Ecclesiastical Idleness."
The ruling class always surrounds its power with an aura of holiness and infallibility. For this purpose, all kinds of solemn rituals are created, designed to arouse reverence among the people for those in power. The democrat Dickens was deeply disgusted by the comedies of all kinds of ceremonies that were developed by generations of rulers. The writer ridicules the prim rituals created by the ruling clique, which seeks by such means to place itself above the people. The article "Reflections of the Lord Mayor" exposes the emptiness and hypocrisy of the decorous ceremonies adopted by the ruling classes.
In the article “Islandisms,” Dickens states, not without bitterness, that all sorts of features that are generally considered to be the national characteristics of the English are unnatural and at odds with common sense. What upsets the writer most of all is that some part of the nation has believed in such “islandisms” and grovels before the nobility, considering it servility before power and wealth. national trait.
In the pamphlet-type article "Why?" Dickens attacks the admiration of the military (“Why do we rush with cries of delight around an officer who did not escape from the battlefield - as if all our other officers escaped?”), on the insignificance of bourgeois politicians (“Why should I be ready to shed tears of delight and joy that Buffy and Boodle are at the helm of power?"), at the notorious English judicial system ("I wonder why I am so happy when I see learned judges making every effort to prevent the defendant from telling the truth?") .
Dickens is deeply indignant when patriotic significance is attributed to something that the people do not care about, when national dignity is associated with all kinds of prejudices and unjust orders. He was an opponent of the fruitless and ruinous Crimean War for the country, in which “Britain so delightfully exercises her dominion over the seas that with every wave of her trident she kills thousands of her children, who will never, never, never be slaves, but very, very, very often remain fools" ("For Dogs to Eat").
The constant object of Dickens's satire, both in novels and in journalism, is bureaucracy, the soullessness of the state machine, this costly burden for the people. The unforgettable pages about the Ministry of Red Tape in Little Dorrit were prepared by the kind of sketches found among Dickens's articles. One of these articles is “Red Braid”. "Red Braid" adopted in English language allegory to denote bureaucracy. Dickens condemned the government bureaucracy not only for parasitism. He rightly saw in it the main obstacle to reforms and changes urgently needed for the people: “Neither from iron, nor from steel, nor from diamond can one make such a strong brake chain as the Red Braid creates.” This Red Band is not at all harmless. Inactive, when it is necessary to do something useful for the people, she shows extraordinary agility as soon as the opportunity arises to cause them harm.
A supplement to this article is another - "Penny Patriotism", written in the form of a clerk's story about his career and the activities of the department in which he serves. Dickens emphasizes here that all the ills of bureaucracy come not from small clerks, but from high-ranking bureaucrats. The article concludes with an unequivocal conclusion: “You cannot expect good from any highly principled reforms, the entire principle of which is directed only at junior clerks. Such transformations are generated by the most penniless and most hypocritical patriotism in the world. Our state system is set upside down, with its roots to the sky. Start with them , and then the small branches will soon come into order by themselves.”
Dickens spoke out against the roots, that is, against those who run this bureaucratic state machine, in his articles more than once. Among his anti-government pamphlets, "Mr. Bull's Sleepwalker" and "The All-British Jokebook Project" are especially interesting. In the first of these articles, to characterize the government (cabinet of ministers), Dickens resorted to the following metaphor: “Mr. It should be forgotten that it is assembled from pieces of the most diverse origin and quality; however, I must admit that they are poorly fitted to each other and Mr. Bull’s “office” is ready to fall apart at any moment.” The collection of jokes offered by Dickens is a satirical miniature, or rather several miniatures, ridiculing the entire dominant system and the ruling class.
It is known that Dickens was opposed to the revolutionary overthrow of the social and state system that existed in his time. But he did not at all want to preserve it forever. Disagreeing with revolutionary methods, Dickens undoubtedly wanted greater and more serious changes. At the same time, he always persistently emphasized that reforms must begin from the top - with a change in the ruling system and a change in rulers, the principle of selecting these latter. He openly expressed these views in articles and outlined them especially clearly in a speech delivered at the Association for the Reform of Government (June 27, 1855). He resorted here to likening the government to a troupe performing a play under the direction of the prime minister. This was Dickens's response to the Prime Minister, Lord Palmerston, who had called the Association's meeting at the Drury Lane Theater an "amateur performance." “The official performance, which the noble lord has condescended to direct, is so unbearably bad, its mechanism is so cumbersome, the roles are distributed so poorly, there are so many “faces without speeches” in the troupe, the directors have such large families and such a strong tendency to promote these families to the first roles - not because of their special abilities, but because these are their families - that we were simply forced to organize an opposition. “The Comedy of Errors” in their production looked so much like a tragedy that we didn’t have the strength to watch it.” School of Reforms..."
Dickens rejects the charge that reformers want to pit one class against another, and repeats here his concept of class peace, but at the same time he warns that if the ruling elite does not understand the need for fundamental change, they themselves will invite disaster. “I think I will not be mistaken if, in conclusion, I say that the stubborn desire to keep at all costs old rubbish, which has long outlived its usefulness, is, by its very essence, more or less harmful and harmful: that sooner or later such rubbish can cause fire; that, if thrown into a landfill, it would be harmless, but if you stubbornly cling to it, disaster will not be avoided.” This idea was persistently explained by Dickens. She constituted the germ of the novel's plan about french revolution- “A Tale of Two Cities”, where Dickens, using the example of France, warned the ruling classes of England that neglect of the needs of the people and unscrupulous exploitation of them could lead to an explosion similar to the one that occurred in 1789 (Note, by the way, that in the article “On the Judges’ Speeches” there are interesting thoughts about the causes of the French Revolution, echoing what is said in the quoted speech.)
We will conclude the review political views Dickens with reference to a speech he delivered in Birmingham on September 27, 1869. In it, Dickens the reformist appears skeptical notes. One feels that he no longer has any illusions about the possibility of achieving serious changes from the ruling elite. He expressed his thoughts with a quotation from Buckle's History of Civilization in England. Hopes for reform are nothing more than chimeras. A reasonable person should know “that almost always legislators do not help society, but retard its progress, and that in those exceptionally rare cases when their measures lead to good, this is explained by the fact that, contrary to usual, they listened to the spirit of the times and turned out to be only servants of the people, as they should always have been, for their duty is only to provide public support for the wishes of the people and to clothe them in the form of laws." Declaring his complete solidarity with these words of Buckle, Dickens, in the same speech, expressed the same idea even more clearly and simply. His “political creed,” he said, “consists of two articles and does not refer to any individuals or parties. My faith in the people who govern is, in general, insignificant; my faith in the people who are governed, in general, is infinite ".
Dickens's journalism does not consist of declarations alone. Dickens used all his literary skill to express the views that he wanted to convey to the people. Although we call his journalistic works articles, they are by no means homogeneous in genre. Only a very small number of them are written in direct declarative form. Most of the articles belong to varieties of the genre that the British call “essays”. These are almost always articles written in a humorous or satirical manner. Letters from imaginary persons, parables, satirical allegories, novellas, fantasies - these are some of the forms used by Dickens in his articles. I would like to draw the readers' attention to some articles by Dickens that are not mentioned here, interesting not only for their content, but also for their form. These are “Thoughts of the Raven from the Happy Family”, “Friend of the Lions”, “The Whole Pigs”, “Please, leave the umbrella!” “Few people know,” “Why?” Satirical allegory is also a frequent technique in Dickens’s journalism. In addition to the above-mentioned articles of this type, one cannot help but pay attention to the “essay” “Nimble Turtles,” which is a small satirical masterpiece directed against the conservative bourgeois. .
Dickens's journalistic works, published in this volume, expand and enrich our understanding of the humanistic nature of Dickens's worldview and creativity.
A. ANIKST

The hat helped the Stavropol resident win 90 thousand rubles. Photographer from Mikhailovsk Elena Yakimova defeated the experts of the “What? Where? When?” club, who were unable to correctly answer the question of our fellow countrywoman.

The riddle from a resident of the Stavropol Territory was uttered in the 10th round of the program, when the experts beat the viewers with a minimal advantage.

Considerable composure and a considerable dose of prudence are required when capturing her. You should not rush, otherwise you will overtake it. You should not go to the other extreme, otherwise you will completely lose it. The best way is to run lightly, keeping up with the object of pursuit, wait for an opportunity, quickly grab it and smile benevolently all the time, as if it amuses you no less than everyone else. Attention, question: what object of persecution did Charles Dickens write about? - the presenter announced the task.

This seemingly simple and at the same time very confusing question was asked by our fellow countrywoman to the experts.

Luck! - almost without hesitation, suggested one of the experts.

Photographer... - another doubted this, thinking that the answer should be related to the profession of a TV viewer.

Butterfly? - another team member put forward her version.

A lot of options immediately arose, experts put forward assumptions, immediately rejected many and continued to reason.

It seems to me that this is something inanimate! We weren’t told about some kind of object we are talking about,” another team member thought.

Meanwhile, one of the players listed the signs of the “object of persecution” that were heard in anticipation of the question asked.

Let’s start with a simple one: a butterfly,” the only girl on the team suggested again.

Then it’s more likely a snake,” another participant objected.

Fortune? - asked the third question.

In the stream of assumptions it was difficult to even hear everything.

Maybe this is love if we are talking about a girl?

And the muse? Badly?

Muse, I don’t understand why...

Because if a writer has a bad muse...

Then those gathered at the round table began to remember what they knew about Dickens, about the problems of his works. And again assumptions about family, muse, wealth, victory, luck began to arise. Experts were most inclined towards the latter option.

Before announcing the team's decision, the participant asked the presenter to repeat the question.

After listening to the task again, she thought about it and took a long pause.

I really want to answer that it is a butterfly, but I don’t believe in it. Let’s assume it’s luck,” the girl replied.

The gong sounded.

And now, attention, the correct answer. Alena, please tell me,” the presenter turned to the respondent, “why “smile complacently, as if it amuses you no less than everyone else”? That is, everyone around you laughs when you do this...

The hat, of course... - the representative of the team of experts answered upset, while the other player dejectedly tapped his forehead.

Dickens described the chase for the hat, the presenter confirmed.

Having won this round, Elena Yakimova received 90 thousand rubles.

BY THE WAY

Stavropol residents have repeatedly won against experts in “What? Where? When?” For example, a resident of the regional center received 30 thousand rubles back in 2009, and an electrician from Georgievsk