The great Russian classic N.V. Gogol, although he was a very religious person, he had a certain passion for writing stories about all sorts of “unclean” deeds - horror stories that old people loved to tell in the evening on a farm, under a torch or near a fire, yes so that later everyone who listened to them, both old and young, would shudder in horror.
Gogol knew such stories in huge numbers. “The Enchanted Place” (a brief summary of this work will be presented below) is one of these works. It is part of the two-volume series of stories “Evenings on a Farm near Dikanka”. This one was first printed in 1832 in the second volume.
Gogol, "The Enchanted Place". Heroes and plot
Old grandfather Thomas was also a storyteller, and everyone pestered him: tell me, tell me. It was impossible to get rid of them. And so he began his next story with the fact that if the devilish power wants to make someone faint, it will definitely do it. When he was still a boy of about eleven, his father, taking his three-year-old brother with him, went to the Crimea to trade tobacco. The grandfather, mother, Thomas and his two brothers remained to live on the bashtan (a field with watermelons, melons and various vegetables). There was a road nearby, and one evening, Chumakov transport workers passed by, traveling to the Crimea to buy goods - salt and fish. Grandfather recognized his old acquaintances among them. The guests settled down in the hut, lit the cradles and began to help themselves to melons. And then they began to remember the past. In the end it all came down to dancing.
Continuation of Gogol's work "The Enchanted Place"
The grandfather made his grandchildren dance - Foma and his brother Ostap, and even started dancing and ordered pretzels, but as soon as he reached the smooth place where the cucumber bed was, his legs stopped obeying him and stood up, he could not move them. Then the grandfather began to swear at the unclean woman, believing that these were her tricks. And then someone giggled behind him, he looked back, and behind him there were no Chumaks, no fields with vegetables.
What does Gogol talk about next? “The Enchanted Place” has a brief summary: the grandfather began to take a closer look at the area, and recognized the priest’s dovecote and the fenced plot of land of the volost clerk. Having found his bearings a little, he went to his garden, but saw that not far from the road there was a grave with a candle burning. The grandfather immediately thought it was a treasure and regretted that he did not have a shovel. He noticed this place so that he could return later, put a branch on the grave and went home.
Treasured treasure
Gogol’s “Enchanted Place” continues interestingly. The summary tells that the next day, late in the evening, as soon as it got dark, the main character went to look for the treasured grave with a mark. On the way, he saw the priest's dovecote, but for some reason there was no clerk's garden. When he stepped aside, the dovecote immediately disappeared. He realized that all this was the work of the evil one. And then it started to rain, the grandfather returned to his place.
In the morning he went to work in the beds with a shovel and, passing by that mysterious place where his legs stopped obeying him in the dance, he could not restrain himself and hit it with a shovel. And lo and behold, he is again in the place where his mark and grave are. Grandfather was glad that now he had a tool and would definitely dig up his treasure now. He approached the grave, and there was a stone lying there. The old man moved it and wanted to sniff the tobacco. But then someone sneezed nearby and even sprayed him. Grandfather realized that the devil did not like his tobacco. He began to dig and came across a pot. He exclaimed with joy: “There you are, my dear.” And then these words echoed, the bird's beak, the ram's head and the bear's snout shouted from the tree. Grandfather immediately began to tremble. He decided to run away, but still took the bowler hat with him.
Gogol’s “The Enchanted Place” brings us to an intriguing point. The summary is gaining momentum.
The machinations of the evil one
Everyone at home had lost their grandfather and had already sat down and had dinner. The mother went out to pour the slop into the yard, and then she saw the cauldron moving along the path on its own; out of fear, she threw all the hot slop on it. In fact, it was the grandfather who was walking with a cauldron, and all the slop in the form of skins of melons and watermelons hung on his head. The mother, of course, got it from him, but then the grandfather, having calmed down, told his grandchildren that soon they would be wearing new caftans. However, when he opened the cauldron, he found no gold there.
From then on, the grandfather taught the children not to trust the devil, since he will always deceive, and that he does not have a penny of truth. Now every time he crossed places that seemed strange to him. And the grandfather fenced off that enchanted plot and no longer cultivated it, only throwing all kinds of garbage there. Then, when other people sowed watermelons and melons on it, nothing worthwhile grew there anymore. This is where Gogol's story “The Enchanted Place” ended.
Enchanted place
They say that a person can control an unclean spirit. Don't say that. If the devilish power wants to make you faint, it will make you faint...
I was eleven years old. My father had four of us. At the beginning of spring, Father took tobacco to Crimea to sell. He took his three-year-old brother with him, and I, my mother and two brothers remained. Grandfather sowed a mash tree right next to the road and went to live in the kuren.
Grandfather liked the fact that fifty Chumakov carts would pass by him in a day, and everyone could tell something.
One day six carts were driving past: old friends of Grandfather Maxim. We sat in a circle, ate melons, and talked. My grandfather took us in and made my brother and I play the sopilka and dance. And he himself, even though he is old, cannot resist, so his legs dance. And then he couldn’t stand it, and the grandfather began to dance on the path between the cucumber beds. But as soon as he reached the middle of the path, his legs stopped lifting. I accelerated at first, danced to that place, and again my legs became wooden. “Look, a devilish place! Look, a satanic obsession! Herod, the enemy of the human race, will get involved!”
Ah, the rogue Satan! May you choke on a rotten melon!.. - said the grandfather.
And someone laughed from behind. The grandfather turned around, and the place was unfamiliar, a field around, then he took a good look and recognized the threshing floor of the volost clerk. This is where the evil spirits dragged me!
Then the grandfather went out onto the path, and a candle lit up on the grave to the side of it. Then the candle went out, and a little further from it another lighted up... Grandfather decided that there was a treasure here. He wanted to dig right away, but he didn’t have a spade with him. The grandfather noticed the place and went home.
The next day, in the evening, armed with a spade and shovel, the grandfather went to the priest’s garden. I reached the place and began to look: there was a threshing floor - the dovecote was gone, the dovecote was visible - there was no threshing floor. And then the rain started pouring down heavily. Grandfather went home.
The next day, walking through his garden, the grandfather struck with a spade on the path where there was no dancing with the words: “Cursed place!” And again I found myself in the field where I saw the candles. Now he had a spade.
He ran to the grave and began to dig. The earth is soft, he dug a cauldron. The grandfather spoke to himself, and around him someone repeated his words several times. The grandfather decided that this was the devil who didn’t want to give up the treasure.
To hell with you! - said the grandfather, throwing the cauldron. - Your treasure is yours!
The grandfather started to run away from there, but everything was quiet around. Grandfather returned and grabbed
Boiler and run as fast as you could. And so he ran to the priest’s garden.
And the mother waited until the evening for the grandfather, but he was still not there. We've already had dinner. The mother washed the pot and began to look for where to pour the slop. And here comes the kitchen along the path. The mother poured hot slop into it. Grandfather will scream in a deep voice!
He began to tell us that now there will be children with bagels, he dug up a treasure. They opened the cauldron, and there was rubbish in there and it was a shame to say what it was.
Since then, the grandfather no longer believes the devil.
And don't think! - he often told us, - whatever the enemy of the Lord Christ says, he will lie, son of a dog! He doesn't have a penny's worth of truth!
And the grandfather will hear that somewhere is restless:
Come on guys, let's baptize! - he will shout to us too. - That's it! so him! good! - and begins to lay crosses.
And the place where there was no dancing in the garden, the grandfather fenced off with a fence, and threw all the weeds and rubbish there.
This is how the evil spirit fools a person!
This true story dates back to the time when the narrator was still a child. The father and one of his sons went to the Crimea to sell tobacco, leaving his wife at home, three more sons and his grandfather to guard the tower - a profitable business, there were a lot of travelers, and best of all - Chumaks who told outlandish stories. One evening, several carts of Chumaks arrive, all old acquaintances of their grandfather. We kissed, lit a cigarette, started talking, and then there was a treat. The grandfather demanded that the grandchildren dance and amuse the guests, but he did not endure it for long and went himself. The grandfather danced gloriously, making such pretzels that it was a wonder, until he reached one place near a bed with cucumbers. This is where his legs became. I tried again - the same thing. He scolded and started again - to no avail. Someone laughed from behind. The grandfather looked around, but did not recognize the place: both the bashtan and the Chumaks - everything was gone, there was only one smooth field around. Still, I understood where he was, behind the priest’s garden, behind the volost clerk’s threshing floor. “This is where the evil spirits dragged me!” I started to get out, it was not a month, I found a path in the darkness. A light flashed on a grave nearby, and another a little further away. "Treasure!" - the grandfather decided and piled up a large branch for a sign, since he did not have a spade with him. He returned late to the bashtan, there were no Chumaks, the children were sleeping.
The next evening, grabbing a spade and shovel, he headed to the priest’s garden. So, according to all the signs, he went out into the field to his former place: the dovecote sticks out, but the threshing floor is not visible. I went closer to the threshing floor - the dovecote disappeared. And then it started to rain, and the grandfather, unable to find a place, ran back cursing. The next evening he went with a spade to dig a new bed, and, passing the damned place where he could not dance, he hit the spade in his heart, and ended up in that very field. He recognized everything: the threshing floor, the dovecote, and the grave with a piled up branch. There was a stone on the grave. Having dug around, the grandfather rolled him away and was about to sniff the tobacco, when someone sneezed over his head. I looked around - there was no one. The grandfather began to dig and found a boiler. “Ah, my dear, that’s where you are!” - exclaimed the grandfather. The bird's nose said the same thing, and the ram's head from the top of the tree, and the bear. “It’s scary to say a word here,” muttered the grandfather, and after him the bird’s nose, and the ram’s head, and the bear. Grandfather wants to run - there is a bottomless steep slope under his feet, a mountain looms over his head. Grandfather threw the boiler, and everything became the same. Deciding that evil spirits were only frightening, he grabbed the cauldron and began to run.
At this time, both the children and the mother who came were wondering where the grandfather had gone. After dinner, the mother went to pour out the hot slop, and a barrel was crawling towards her: apparently, one of the children, naughty, was pushing her from behind. Her mother threw slop at her. It turned out that it was my grandfather. They opened my grandfather’s cauldron, and in it there was rubbish, squabbles and “I’m ashamed to say what it is.” From that time on, the grandfather swore to believe the devil, blocked the damned place with a fence, and when the neighboring Cossacks hired a field for a tower, something always sprang up in the enchanted place “the devil knows what!”
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The great Russian classic N.V. Gogol, although he was a very religious person, he had a certain passion for writing stories about all sorts of “unclean” deeds - horror stories that old people loved to tell in the evening on a farm, under a torch or near a fire, yes so that later everyone who listened to them, both old and young, would shudder in horror.
Gogol knew such stories in huge numbers. “The Enchanted Place” (a brief summary of this work will be presented below) is one of these works. It is part of the two-volume series of stories “Evenings on a Farm near Dikanka”. This one was first printed in 1832 in the second volume.
Gogol, "The Enchanted Place". Heroes and plot
Old grandfather Thomas was also a storyteller, and everyone pestered him: tell me, tell me. It was impossible to get rid of them. And so he began his next story with the fact that if the devilish power wants to make someone faint, it will definitely do it. When he was still a boy of about eleven, his father, taking his three-year-old brother with him, went to the Crimea to trade tobacco. The grandfather, mother, Thomas and his two brothers remained to live on the bashtan (a field with watermelons, melons and various vegetables). There was a road nearby, and one evening, Chumakov transport workers passed by, traveling to the Crimea to buy goods - salt and fish. Grandfather recognized his old acquaintances among them. The guests settled down in the hut, lit the cradles and began to help themselves to melons. And then they began to remember the past. In the end it all came down to dancing.
Continuation of Gogol's work "The Enchanted Place"
The grandfather made his grandchildren dance - Foma and his brother Ostap, and even started dancing and ordered pretzels, but as soon as he reached the smooth place where the cucumber bed was, his legs stopped obeying him and stood up, he could not move them. Then the grandfather began to swear at the unclean woman, believing that these were her tricks. And then someone giggled behind him, he looked back, and behind him there were no Chumaks, no fields with vegetables.
What does Gogol talk about next? “The Enchanted Place” has a brief summary: the grandfather began to take a closer look at the area, and recognized the priest’s dovecote and the fenced plot of land of the volost clerk. Having found his bearings a little, he went to his garden, but saw that not far from the road there was a grave with a candle burning. The grandfather immediately thought it was a treasure and regretted that he did not have a shovel. He noticed this place so that he could return later, put a branch on the grave and went home.
Treasured treasure
Gogol’s “Enchanted Place” continues interestingly. The summary tells that the next day, late in the evening, as soon as it got dark, the main character went to look for the treasured grave with a mark. On the way, he saw the priest's dovecote, but for some reason there was no clerk's garden. When he stepped aside, the dovecote immediately disappeared. He realized that all this was the work of the evil one. And then it started to rain, the grandfather returned to his place.
In the morning he went to work in the beds with a shovel and, passing by that mysterious place where his legs stopped obeying him in the dance, he could not restrain himself and hit it with a shovel. And lo and behold, he is again in the place where his mark and grave are. Grandfather was glad that now he had a tool and would definitely dig up his treasure now. He approached the grave, and there was a stone lying there. The old man moved it and wanted to sniff the tobacco. But then someone sneezed nearby and even sprayed him. Grandfather realized that the devil did not like his tobacco. He began to dig and came across a pot. He exclaimed with joy: “There you are, my dear.” And then these words echoed, the bird's beak, the ram's head and the bear's snout shouted from the tree. Grandfather immediately began to tremble. He decided to run away, but still took the bowler hat with him.
Gogol’s “The Enchanted Place” brings us to an intriguing point. The summary is gaining momentum.
The machinations of the evil one
Everyone at home had lost their grandfather and had already sat down and had dinner. The mother went out to pour the slop into the yard, and then she saw the cauldron moving along the path on its own; out of fear, she threw all the hot slop on it. In fact, it was the grandfather who was walking with a cauldron, and all the slop in the form of skins of melons and watermelons hung on his head. The mother, of course, got it from him, but then the grandfather, having calmed down, told his grandchildren that soon they would be wearing new caftans. However, when he opened the cauldron, he found no gold there.
From then on, the grandfather taught the children not to trust the devil, since he will always deceive, and that he does not have a penny of truth. Now every time he crossed places that seemed strange to him. And the grandfather fenced off that enchanted plot and no longer cultivated it, only throwing all kinds of garbage there. Then, when other people sowed watermelons and melons on it, nothing worthwhile grew there anymore. This is where Gogol's story “The Enchanted Place” ended.
To the question Brief retelling of Gogol, an enchanted place asked by the author Dianka Burdiyan the best answer is The main character, Rudy Panko, a famous storyteller of tales, begins his next narration, confirming the belief: if “the devilish force wants to faint, it will faint; By God, he’ll faint.” He recalls an old story that happened to his grandfather.
One day, the grandfather took him and his brother, then just boys, to chase sparrows and magpies on the tower. Familiar Chumaks drove by. Their grandfather began to treat them with melons, and asked his grandchildren to dance a Cossack dance. Yes, he couldn’t sit still and started dancing. And some kind of devilry happened here. The grandfather just wanted to “take a walk and throw some of his things into the whirlwind with his feet - his legs wouldn’t rise, and that’s all.” He started again, but didn’t dance, looked around, didn’t see anything familiar, but only a smooth field. I started looking closer and came across a path in the dark. A candle lit up on a grave to the side of the path. He decided that it was a treasure, but there was nothing to dig with. To avoid losing this place, he knocked down a large tree branch.
The next day, when it began to get dark in the field, the grandfather took a spade and shovel and went to look for the treasure. But he never found it, only the rain got it wet. Grandfather cursed Satan and returned with nothing. The next day, the grandfather, as if nothing had happened, went to the bashtan to dig a bed for late pumpkins. And when he passed by that enchanted place, he walked into its middle and struck the hearts with a spade. And suddenly I found myself in the same field again. I found a hiding place, pushed away a stone, and decided to take a sniff of tobacco. Suddenly someone sneezed from behind. I looked around - no one. I started digging and saw a boiler. Then the evil spirits began to frighten him: a bird’s nose, a ram’s head and a bear alternately appeared in front of him. It was so scary that my grandfather wanted to give up everything, but it was a pity to part with the treasure. He somehow grabbed the cauldron and “let’s run as far as the spirit could; He only hears something behind him and scratches his legs with rods...”
...A long time ago, mother came from the farm with a pot of hot dumplings, everyone had dinner, mother washed the dishes, but grandfather was still not there. She washed the pot and went into the kitchen, and grandfather was there. He boasted, opened the boiler, and there: “What did you think was there? Well, at least after thinking carefully, eh? gold? This is what is not gold: rubbish, squabbles... I’m ashamed to say what it is.”
From that time on, the grandfather told his grandchildren not to believe the devil: “And it happened that when he heard that there was trouble in another place, he himself would be baptized and force us. And he blocked off the enchanted place with a fence and threw all the weeds and rubbish that he raked out of the chestnut there. So nothing good ever grew in this place.”
Answer from Dima Senkovets[newbie]
Sexton Foma, sitting with his friends, agrees to tell another story on the condition that it will be the last. Then he begins to argue that if the devil’s power wants to make a person faint, then “by God, he will faint.” Following this, the narrator recalls a story from his childhood, when he was eleven years old, or maybe more.
One day at the beginning of spring, his father took him to the Crimea to sell tobacco, which was then in price. I took my three-year-old brother with me. My mother, Foma and my brother Ostap, and my grandfather remained at home. The grandfather sowed a bashtan (melon tree) and moved from the farm to live in a kuren (hut) near the bashtan, and took the children with him to scare away the magpies and sparrows. The kids not only watched the melons, watermelons and pumpkins, but also fed on everything that grew there in the garden. Visitors often stopped to buy watermelon or melon, and from surrounding villages they brought chickens, eggs, and turkeys for exchange. Life was good.
And most of all, my grandfather liked that carts of Chumaks passed by every day - up to fifty a day. Sometimes there was a meeting with old friends.
One day, towards evening, familiar Chumaks drove up to them. They said hello, unharnessed the oxen to graze, and they themselves lit their pipes and sat down with their grandfather near the smoking area. Time flew by unnoticed during the stories. After the afternoon snack, the grandfather began to treat everyone with melons.
While the Chumaks were eating, the grandfather began to encourage Foma and Ostap to dance the Cossack. Looking at the dancing grandchildren, the grandfather could not resist and also went to “twist his legs.” Near the bed of cucumbers there was a smooth place on which the grandfather was dancing. Having reached the middle, he already wanted to “sweep out” some special thing, but for some reason his legs did not lift. The grandfather accelerated, reached the middle - he didn’t take it! Do whatever you want! Legs like wooden steel. The grandfather began to swear: “Look, this is a devilish place! look, satanic obsession! Herod, the enemy of the human race, will get involved!”
Grandfather didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the Chumaks, so he started dancing again. And again, as soon as he reached the unfortunate place, he couldn’t dance - and that’s it!
The grandfather sent several more curses addressed to Satan. He hears someone laughing behind him. The grandfather looked around - there was no bashtan, no Chumakov, but only a smooth field. Then I took a closer look: the place was not completely unfamiliar. Here is the dovecote in the priest’s garden, sticking out behind the forest, and here is the threshing floor of the volost clerk. There was no month: instead of it, a white spot flashed through the cloud.
