White poodle. Analysis of Kuprin's work white poodle

Main actor is a white poodle named Artaud. He was distinguished by exceptional intelligence and training. This dog was part of a stray corps of circus performers, which also included the old organ grinder Martyn and the acrobat boy Seryozha, they earned money by performing acts while roaming the streets of Crimea.

The day can hardly be called successful, the circus performers passed large number yards, but they didn’t earn anything. Last place which they decided to visit was Dacha Druzhba. Having arrived there and just getting ready to perform, they saw a boy heading towards them, and a crowd of about six people was running after him. The child was capricious, and the mother tried to kick out the circus performers, but the boy wanted to see the performance.

Only the boy liked the performance itself, and only because of the poodle, which the boy demanded to buy from his mother. She, through the janitor, offered decent money for the dog, for which you could even buy a tavern, but the old man categorically refused. During sales negotiations, he fed the animal sausage.

After the janitor left, the circus performers went to bed. The organ grinder, until he fell asleep, dreamed of buying the acrobat a new, beautiful leotard in which he would shine in the performances.

Waking up in the morning, the organ grinder and the acrobat did not find their dog Artaud. This saddened them greatly, since their income would decrease significantly, but they also could not report the loss, since the organ grinder did not have a passport.

It so happened that that night the circus performers stayed overnight in the coffee shop. Seryozha went to look for his friend at the Dacha. He easily climbed over the fence and found the poodle in the outbuilding. They ran away from Dacha together. After the boy and the dog returned to the coffee shop. Artaud found the old organ grinder and began to lick his face out of joy. The old man, opening his eyes and seeing the dog and the boy, understood everything.

This work shows the price of true friendship.

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The plot of the work “Snow White Poodle” by A. I. Kuprin is based on real events. The author had a dacha in Crimea and there, nomadic artists often came to visit. So one day one of the guests, a little guy, told a story that happened to a dog. This became the basis for writing the story.

Chapter 1

A small nomadic troupe was walking along the southern coast of Crimea. The white poodle Artaud ran ahead, followed by the boy Seryozha, he was 12 years old. The boy had a cage in one hand and a rolled-up carpet in the other. The last to go was the head of the troupe, Martyn Lodyzhkin. On his back was a barrel organ, a very old one. Sergei was in the troupe from the age of 7, he was taken from his drinking father and promised to pay him a couple of rubles a month. After a while, the boy's father died, and he stayed with his grandfather. The troupe traveled from one village to another.

Chapter 2

It was summer time. Despite the sultry heat, the artists still walked. Seryozha was very inquisitive; he looked at plants, flowers and buildings with interest. Martin told the boy that this is only a small part of the world that the boy will see, because big cities await them ahead. One of summer days turned out to be very bad, people drove them away and practically did not pay. They met one woman who completely tossed a coin that didn’t mean anything. So the troupe moved day after day, and soon they came to the Druzhba dacha.

Chapter 3

The road to the house was paved with gravel. The artists began to prepare for the performance, when suddenly a boy in a sailor suit, who looked to be about 10 years old, jumped out of the house, and six more adults ran out after the boy. This child screamed and cried a lot, and even fell to the ground. Adults ran around him and asked him to take medicine. At first, the troupe followed the course of events until Martyn ordered it to begin. The sound of the barrel organ began to flow, this calmed everyone around, and even the restless child calmed down. At first, the artists were treated negatively, they were even inclined to leave. But the boy began to ask to be called. The artists returned and continued their performance. Having finished, Artaud, according to tradition, approached the lady, with a cap in his teeth. The boy, seeing the dog, began to cry and shout that he wanted it to be given to him. The old man refused to give up the dog, and the artists were driven away. The artists followed to the seashore to take a break, relax and swim. Soon a janitor approached them.

Chapter 4

The young lady sent the janitor to pick up the dog. But Martin never agreed to this. The janitor said that the boy’s father holds a responsible position; he is engaged in the construction of roads throughout the country. It followed from this that the family was very rich and therefore accustomed to pampering their only child and not denying him anything. But even such conversations could not convince Martyn, and soon the troupe left.

Chapter 5

They walked all the way to a mountain stream, where they stopped to have a snack and rest. After dinner, everyone fell asleep, but through his sleep it seemed to Martyn that he heard a poodle growling, but he could not go and look, so he continued to sleep. Sergei woke up first and was the first to discover the dog was missing. Martin found footprints nearby. It was clear that it was the janitor who stole the dog. It was impossible to ask anyone for help, since my grandfather didn’t even have a passport. The only chance to find the dog was when the troupe was returning past Friendship, but they never saw Artaud.

Chapter 6

The artists reached Alupka, where they stopped to spend the night in Ibrahim’s coffee shop. That night Seryozha could not sleep and decided to return to that dacha. He entered the territory of the dacha and saw Artaud tied up, who was also locked in the basement. Artaud immediately recognized the owner and began to bark. A janitor came running to his barking and began to beat the dog, and then the boy could not stand it and screamed. The janitor rushed to catch the boy and left the basement open. At this time, the dog broke free and ran out into the street. Seryozha and Artaud jumped over the fence and ran away. The janitor no longer began to chase after them.

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A small traveling troupe made its way along narrow mountain paths, from one dacha village to another, along the southern coast of Crimea. Usually running ahead, with his long pink tongue hanging to one side, was Artaud's white poodle, shorn like a lion. At intersections he stopped and, wagging his tail, looked back questioningly. By some signs known to him alone, he always unmistakably recognized the road and, cheerfully wagging his furry ears, rushed forward at a gallop. Following the dog was a twelve-year-old boy, Sergei, who held a rolled-up carpet for acrobatic exercises under his left elbow, and in his right he carried a cramped and dirty cage with a goldfinch, trained to pull out multi-colored pieces of paper with fortune predictions from the box. future life. Finally, the eldest member of the troupe, grandfather Martyn Lodyzhkin, trudged behind, with a barrel organ on his crooked back.

The barrel organ was an old one that suffered from hoarseness, coughing and had undergone dozens of repairs in its lifetime. She played two things: the sad German waltz of Launer and the gallop from “Travels in China” - both of which were in fashion thirty or forty years ago, but are now forgotten by everyone. In addition, there were two treacherous pipes in the barrel organ. One – the treble – lost her voice; She didn’t play at all, and therefore, when it was her turn, all the music began to stutter, limp and stumble. Another trumpet, which produced a low sound, did not immediately close the valve: once it began to sound, it continued to play the same bass note, muffling and knocking down all other sounds, until it suddenly felt the desire to be silent. Grandfather himself was aware of these shortcomings of his car and sometimes remarked jokingly, but with a tinge of secret sadness:

- What can you do?.. An ancient organ... a cold... If you play, the summer residents are offended: “Ugh, they say, what disgusting!” But the plays were very good, fashionable, but the current gentlemen do not adore our music at all. Now give them “Geisha”, “Under the Double-Headed Eagle”, from “The Bird Seller” - a waltz. Again, these pipes... I took the organ to the repairman - and they couldn’t fix it. “It’s necessary,” he says, “to install new pipes, but the best thing,” he says, “is to sell your sour rubbish to a museum... like some kind of monument...” Well, oh well! She fed you and me, Sergei, until now, God willing and will feed us again.

Grandfather Martyn Lodyzhkin loved his barrel organ as one can only love a living, close, perhaps even kindred creature. Having gotten used to her over many years of hard, wandering life, he finally began to see something spiritual, almost conscious, in her. It sometimes happened that at night, during an overnight stay, somewhere in a dirty inn, a barrel organ, standing on the floor next to grandfather’s headboard, would suddenly emit a faint sound, sad, lonely and trembling: like an old man’s sigh. Then Lodizhkin quietly stroked her carved side and whispered tenderly:

- What, brother? Are you complaining?.. And you are patient...

As much as he loved the barrel organ, maybe even a little more, he loved his younger companions in his eternal wanderings: the poodle Artaud and little Sergei. He rented the boy five years ago from a drunkard, a widowed shoemaker, undertaking to pay two rubles a month for it. But the shoemaker soon died, and Sergei remained forever connected with his grandfather and soul, and small everyday interests.

The path ran along a high coastal cliff, meandering in the shadow of hundred-year-old olive trees. The sea sometimes flashed between the trees, and then it seemed that, going into the distance, it at the same time rose up like a calm, mighty wall, and its color was even bluer, even thicker in the patterned cuts, among the silver-green foliage. In the grass, in the dogwood and wild rose bushes, in the vineyards and on the trees - cicadas were pouring everywhere; the air trembled from their ringing, monotonous, incessant scream. The day turned out to be sultry, windless, and the hot earth burned the soles of my feet.

Sergei, walking, as usual, ahead of his grandfather, stopped and waited until the old man caught up with him.

- What are you doing, Seryozha? - asked the organ grinder.

– It’s hot, grandfather Lodyzhkin... there’s no patience! I would like to take a swim...

As he walked, the old man adjusted the barrel organ on his back with a habitual movement of his shoulder and wiped his sweaty face with his sleeve.

- What would be better! – he sighed, eagerly looking down at the cool blue of the sea. “But after the swim you’ll feel even worse.” One paramedic I know told me: this salt has an effect on a person... it means, they say, it relaxes... It’s sea salt...

- Lied, maybe? – Sergei noted doubtfully.

- Well, he lied! Why should he lie? A respectable man, he doesn’t drink... he has a house in Sevastopol. And then there’s nowhere to go down to the sea. Wait, we’ll get all the way to Miskhor, and there we’ll rinse our sinful bodies. Before dinner it’s flattering to take a swim... and then, that means, get some sleep... and that’s a great thing...

Artaud, who heard the conversation behind him, turned and ran up to the people. His kind blue eyes squinted from the heat and looked touchingly, and his long protruding tongue trembled from rapid breathing.

- What, brother dog? Warm? - Grandfather asked.

The dog yawned intensely, curled his tongue, shook his whole body and squealed subtly.

“Yes, my brother, nothing can be done... It is said: by the sweat of your brow,” Lodyzhkin continued instructively. - Let’s say that you, roughly speaking, have not a face, but a muzzle, but still... Well, he went, he went forward, there’s no need to move around under your feet... And I, Seryozha, I must admit, I love it when it’s this very warm. The organ is just in the way, otherwise, if it weren’t for work, I would lie down somewhere on the grass, in the shade, with my belly up, and lie down. For our old bones, this very sun is the first thing.

The path went down, connecting with a wide, rock-hard, dazzling white road. Here began the ancient count's park, in the dense greenery of which beautiful dachas, flower beds, greenhouses and fountains were scattered. Lodyzhkin knew these places well; Every year he walked around them one after another during the grape season, when the entire Crimea is filled with elegant, rich and cheerful people. The bright luxury of southern nature did not touch the old man, but many things delighted Sergei, who was here for the first time. Magnolias, with their hard and shiny, like varnished leaves and white flowers, the size of a large plate; arbors entirely woven with grapes, heavy clusters hanging down; huge centuries-old plane trees with their light bark and powerful crowns; tobacco plantations, streams and waterfalls, and everywhere - in flower beds, on hedges, on the walls of dachas - bright, magnificent fragrant roses - all this never ceased to amaze the naive soul of the boy with its living blooming charm. He expressed his delight out loud, tugging at the old man’s sleeve every minute.

- Grandfather Lodyzhkin, and grandfather, look, there are golden fish in the fountain!.. By God, grandfather, they are golden, I should die on the spot! - the boy shouted, pressing his face against the lattice enclosing the garden with a large pool in the middle. - Grandfather, what about peaches! How much Bona! On one tree!

- Go, go, you fool, why did you open your mouth! – the old man jokingly pushed him. “Wait, we’ll get to the city of Novorossiysk and that means we’ll head south again.” There are really places there - there is something to see. Now, roughly speaking, Sochi, Adler, Tuapse will suit you, and then, my brother, Sukhum, Batum... You'll look at it cross-eyed... Let's say, approximately - a palm tree. Astonishment! Its trunk is shaggy, like felt, and each leaf is so large that it’s just enough for both of us to cover ourselves.

- By God? – Sergei was joyfully surprised.

- Wait, you'll see for yourself. But who knows what there is? Apeltsyn, for example, or at least, say, the same lemon... I suppose you saw it in a shop?

“It just grows in the air.” Without anything, right on a tree, like ours, that means an apple or a pear... And the people there, brother, are completely outlandish: Turks, Persians, Circassians of all kinds, all in robes and with daggers... Desperate little people! And then there are Ethiopians there, brother. I saw them in Batum many times.

White poodle named Arto was a very smart trained dog. He was part of a traveling troupe of circus performers who made money by performing circus acts on the streets of Crimea. In addition to the white poodle, the troupe included organ grinder Martyn Lodyzhkin and a little acrobat, 12 year old Seryozha.

It wasn't a good day for the traveling circus performers. The artists went around almost the entire village, from house to house, but their earnings remained at zero. They had one last hope - a dacha with a sign “Dacha Druzhba”; there was nothing else left besides it. Having prepared for the performance, the circus performers saw him run out of the house little boy, followed by about six more people. The boy was capricious, he screamed, squealed, jerked his legs and arms, rolling on the ground, and those around him tried to persuade him to take the medicine. This boy's mother wanted to drive out the traveling circus performers, but the sick boy wanted to see a circus act.

The boy really liked the performance of the circus performers, but most of all he liked the white poodle Artaud, which he wanted to buy and began to ask his mother about it. However, the artists were adamant and did not agree to sell the white poodle even for a lot of money. Then the circus performers were kicked out of the yard.

Soon the wandering circus performers were found by a janitor who worked at the Druzhba dacha and conveyed the words of his mistress. She offered 300 rubles for a white poodle (for this money you could buy yourself a tavern), but the old organ grinder did not agree. During the negotiations, the janitor kept feeding the poodle sausage.

Soon the circus performers went to bed. Before going to bed, the organ grinder dreamed that he would give the acrobat Seryozha beautiful tights, and he would perform acts in the circus in them.

In the morning, sad news awaited the traveling artists: the white poodle Artaud had disappeared. The circus performers were saddened, realizing that without Artaud their revenue would decrease. Lodyzhkin could not report to the police because he did not have a passport.

On this day, traveling circus performers stopped to spend the night in a coffee shop. Late at night, the little acrobat Seryozha went to the “Druzhba” dacha. There he carefully climbed over the fence and went in search of Artaud. In one of the outbuildings he found a white poodle, which, seeing Seryozha, began to bark, which woke up the janitor. Seryozha ran away, the poodle behind him. The janitor did not have time to catch up with them, Seryozha took Artaud in his arms, climbed over the wall and ran away

Returning to the coffee shop, the first thing the poodle did was find the organ grinder Lodyzhkin and began to lick his face. The old man woke up, saw Artaud with a piece of rope around his neck and Seryozha, covered in dust, and immediately understood everything. He wanted to ask Seryozha for details, but he couldn’t - the boy was very tired and was already fast asleep.

Art is rarely connected to life ordinary people. However, there are writers who can create a great work based on the events that happen to us in everyday life. Alexander Ivanovich Kuprin traveled a lot around Russia. He loved to communicate with ordinary people, memorizing their stories, which later became the basis literary works. This article will present a brief summary of the “White Poodle” - very famous work Kuprin, telling us how love, courage and devotion can defeat the power of power and money.

Meet the main characters

In search of income, a troupe with an old barrel organ wanders through the streets of Crimea: the boy Seryozha, grandfather Lodyzhkin, a beautiful white poodle. This is how the work begins, which Kuprin called “White Poodle”. Summary This story, of course, is not able to convey the beauty of the writer’s language, telling about the splendor of this amazing island, the richness of nature of which delighted the boy Seryozha. He admired magnolias, waterfalls, streams, roses. Grandfather, who had already been here, did not react to this beauty.

In search of income

It was a hot summer day. A troupe of traveling performers were driven away or paid with fake money for their performance. True, they were paid twice, but so little that they could barely afford to pay for lodging and dinner, so continues the story, which Kuprin called “The White Poodle.” The summary of this work further tells that a company of artists approached a dacha with the promising name “Friendship”, which forced the grandfather to make the assumption of inevitable luck. They walked along the garden paths and stopped under the balcony.

Next, the summary of “The White Poodle” tells us about a boy of about ten years old who ran out onto the terrace. He made a scandal. Nannies and footmen ran out after the little barchuk, trying their best to console him. The little brawler fell to the floor and began punching and kicking, trying to hit one of the servants.

The artists did not immediately come to their senses, but nevertheless began the performance. Barchuk, his name was Trilly, ordered that the actors be left behind. The summary of the book “The White Poodle” has reached the beginning of its climax.

Caprice Trilly

The boy Seryozha showed all the acrobatic performances that he was capable of. It was the turn of the white poodle. Artaud said hello, turned over, and at the end of the performance, according to tradition, he took his cap and approached Trilly to receive the money.

Barchuk suddenly screamed, the artists were dumbfounded. Artaud hurried back to the boy and grandfather. The summary of “The White Poodle” tells that Trilly wanted to get this dog at any cost. The story goes on to describe the vileness that rich people were able to resort to. Grandfather and Seryozha did not agree to sell Artaud, because this is not only their companion, but also a true friend! The artists did not receive payment for the performance and left Druzhba: they were simply kicked out of there.

Theft of Artaud

Having opened their eyes, the artists simply did not believe what had happened. The summary of “The White Poodle” cannot convey how upset grandfather and Seryozha were. They looked for the dog for a long time, called him, but could not find their favorite, Artoshenka, anywhere, because there was simply no other dog like him.

Return

The boy Seryozha decided that he must return Artaud. The next night the boy went to that very dacha “Druzhba”. He was able to get over the gate without any difficulty, because he was a very good acrobat. This episode shows how courageous Seryozha was, who dark night tried to find the place where Artaud was kept. Seryozha understood that the dog was not taken into the house; such people are not capable of treating animals kindly. He searched for his friend for a very long time and almost reached despair. Suddenly Seryozha heard Artaud’s quiet howl. He called the dog and his friend, hearing the voice of the little owner, was able to gnaw the rope and break out to meet the boy. They ran for a long time along the garden wall, hearing that they were being chased. Finally, jumping over the fence, the fugitives rushed with all their might, trying to escape as quickly as possible. When it became clear that those who were catching up with them were left far behind, Seryozha and the poodle were able to catch their breath and walk. When they approached the sleeping grandfather, Artaud, of course, licked his face. This ending suggests that justice can prevail if you act fearlessly, but wisely.

The story “The White Poodle” is based on true story, which Kuprin heard from traveling artists in Crimea. The author became interested in this case and, having learned all the smallest details, wrote a story.

Characters

Some of the characters in this story make us feel with them, while others cause us contempt. Artists love a dog, it is for them - best friend. The inhabitants of the Friendship villa treat Artaud as a toy that can get boring or boring.

In the story we see two boys. Being almost the same age, they are completely different from each other. The boy Seryozha is hardy, dexterous, strong, he is capable of real masculine actions, and Trilly is a demanding, capricious egoist who can only demand something from others. This makes us realize that financial wealth is not prerequisite nurturing a strong personality. You can be rich inner world and a pure soul, having no money or servants.