The Bronze Horseman plot is brief. "Bronze Horseman

Introduction

On the shore of desert waves
He stood, full of great thoughts,
And looked into the distance. Before him wide

The river was rushing; poor boat
I strove for it lonely.
On mossy, swampy shores

It was noisy all around. And he thought:

Here on new waves
All flags will visit us -
And we'll lock it up in the open. "
A hundred years have passed - and a young city,

Full-night countries beauty and wonder,
From the darkness of the forest, from the swamp blat

He ascended magnificently, proudly;
Where is the Finnish angler before,

Nature's sad stepson
One off the low shores
Thrown into unknown waters
Its dilapidated seine, now there,
On busy shores
The slender masses are crowding

Palaces and towers; ships

A crowd from all over the earth
The following are striving for rich marinas:
The Neva was dressed in granite;
Bridges hung over the waters;

Dark green gardens
The islands covered her,
And in front of the younger capital

Old Moscow has faded,
As before the new queen

Porphyry Widow.
I love you, Peter's creation,
I love your strict, slender look.

The sovereign current of the Neva,
Coastal granite
The pattern of your fences is cast-iron,
Of your brooding nights

Transparent dusk, moonless shine,
When I'm in my room
I write, I read without an icon lamp,
And the sleeping masses are clear

Deserted streets, and light
Admiralty needle,
And, not letting the darkness of the night
To the golden skies
One dawn to change another
Hurries, giving the night half an hour.
I love your cruel winters

Stagnant air and frost
Sled run along the wide Neva,

Maiden faces are brighter than roses
And the shine, and the noise, and the talk of balls,
And at the hour of the bachelor party -
The hiss of frothy glasses

And the punch the flame is blue;
I love the warlike liveliness

Amusing fields of Mars,

Infantry men and horses

Monotonous beauty;
In their harmoniously unsteady ranks

The rags of these victorious banners,

The radiance of these copper caps,
Shot through and through in battle;

I love, the military capital,
Thunder and smoke of your stronghold
When the full-bodied queen
Grants a son to the royal house,
Or victory over the enemy
Russia triumphs again
Or cracking your blue ice
The Neva carries it to the seas
And, sensing spring days, rejoices.
Flaunt, city of Petrov, and stay

Unwavering like Russia

Let it be reconciled with you
And the defeated element;
Your old enmity and captivity
Let the Finnish waves forget

And they will not be vain malice

Disturb the eternal sleep of Peter!
It was a terrible time:
A fresh recollection of her ...
About her my friends, for you

I'll start my story.
My story will be sad.

Part 1

In St. Petersburg, autumn, the Neva "rushed about like a patient in his restless bed", a young man, Eugene, returns home from the guests. He "lives in Kolomna, serves somewhere, is shy of the noble and does not grieve for either his deceased relatives or forgotten antiquity."

Arriving home, Eugene undresses, lies down, but cannot sleep for a long time. He thinks that he is poor, that by work he must "bring himself both independence and honor";

What could God add to him

Mind and money; what is there

Such idle lucky ones
The mind is not far-off, sloths,
To whom life is so easy!
That he has been serving for only two years ...
He also thought that the weather

She did not calm down; what river
Everything was arriving; that hardly
The bridges have not been removed from the Neva,
And what will he with Parasha

For two days, three days apart.

Finally he falls asleep. In the morning he sees that the flood begins:

The Neva swelled and roared,
A cauldron bubbling and swirling -
And suddenly, like a furious beast,
She rushed to the city. Before her

Everything ran; all around
Suddenly it was empty - the water suddenly

Flowed into underground cellars
Channels poured into the gratings,
And Petropolis surfaced like Triton,
He is immersed in water up to his waist.

Panic and confusion begins in the city. Everything turns out to be in the water: "goods of thrifty trade, belongings of poor poverty, thunderstorm demolished bridges, coffins from a washed-out cemetery float through the streets! .."

The authorities are powerless over what happened:

... In that terrible year

The late tsar is still Russia

With the glory of the rules. To the balcony

Sad, confused he came out
And he said: “With God's element

The kings cannot cope. " He sat down
And in thought with sorrowful eyes
He looked at the evil disaster.

Eugene escapes: “on Petrova Square - where a new house in the corner has risen, where two guard lions are standing over an elevated porch with a raised paw, on a marble top, without a hat, his hands clasped with a cross, was sitting motionless, terribly pale Eugene. .. "He is afraid for his beloved, because:

Almost by the bay -
Painted fence and willow
And a dilapidated house: there is one,
Widow and daughter, his Parasha,
His dream ... Or in a dream
Does he see it? Or all of our
And life is nothing like an empty dream,
God’s mockery of the earth?
And he seems to be bewitched,
As if chained to marble,
Can't get off! Around him
Water and nothing else!
And turned his back to him
In the unshakable heights

Over the indignant Neva

Sits with outstretched hand

A giant on a bronze horse. "

Part 2

After a while, the flood ends:

The water is gone, and the pavement

Opened. And my Eugene

In a hurry, sinking in soul,
In hope, fear and longing

To the barely resigned river.

Eugene finds a boat and a carrier - "And the carrier, without a care, willingly carries him for a dime through the terrible waves." Finally -

He reached the shore. Unhappy

The familiar street runs
To familiar places. Looks,
Can't find out. The view is terrible!
Everything in front of him is overwhelmed;
What is dropped, what is demolished;
Houses grimaced; other
Completely collapsed; others

The waves are shifted; around,
As if in a battlefield,
The bodies are lying around ...

Eugene runs to the house of his beloved:

What is this? He stopped.
I went back and came back.
Looking ... walking ... still looking.
Here is the place where their house stands;
Here is a willow tree. There was a gate here,
Demolished them, apparently. Where is home?
And full of dark care
Everything walks, he walks around,
Interprets loudly with himself -
And suddenly, striking his forehead with his hand.
Laughed ...

Night falls, then morning, the effects of the flood begin to fade:

Everything went into the same order
Already on the streets free
With its cold insensibility
People walked. Official people
Leaving your nocturnal shelter
I went to the service. Brave trader,
Not discouraged, he opened

No robbed basement
Picking up your loss is important
To take out on the neighbor. From courtyards

They took down boats. Count Khvostov,
The poet loved by heaven
I was already singing in immortal verses

The misfortune of the Neva banks ...

Ho Eugene did not recover from the shock:

... the mutinous noise

Neva and winds rang out

In his ears. Terrible thoughts

Silently full, he wandered.
He was tormented by a dream.
A week has passed, a month - he
I did not return to my home.
His lonely corner
I gave it on lease, as the term expired,
The owner of the poor poet.
Evgeny for his good
He did not come. It will soon light
Became a stranger. I wandered on foot all day
And he did not sleep on the pier; fed on
In the window with a piece served;
Shabby clothes on him
It was torn and smoldering. Angry children
They threw stones after him ...

And so he is his unhappy age

Dragged, neither beast nor man,
Neither this nor that, nor an inhabitant of the world
Not a ghost dead ... since he slept

At the Neva pier. Summer days

They were leaning towards autumn. Breathed

Rainy wind. Dark shaft

Splashed on the pier, murmuring the stakes

And hit the smooth steps
Like a petitioner at the door
He does not listen to judges.
The poor man woke up. It was gloomy;

The rain was dripping, the wind was howling dejectedly,
And with him in the distance, in the darkness of the night

The sentry echoed ...
Eugene jumped up; remembered vividly

He is the past horror; hastily

He got up; went to wander and suddenly
Stopped - and around

Quietly began to drive with his eyes
With a fear of the wild on his face.
He found himself under the pillars

Big house. On the porch
With a raised paw, as if alive,

The guard lions stood,
And right in the dark above
Over the fenced rock
Idol with outstretched hand
Sat on a bronze horse.
Evgeny shuddered. Cleared up

The thoughts are scary in him. He found out

And the place where the flood played
Where the waves of ravenous crowded,

"On the banks of the desert waves" of the Neva stands Peter and thinks about the city that will be built here and which will become Russia's window to Europe. A hundred years have passed, and the city "from the darkness of the forests, from the swamp of criminality / Ascended magnificently, proudly." Peter's creation is beautiful, it is a triumph of harmony and light, which replaced chaos and darkness.

November in Petersburg breathed cold, the Neva splashed and rustled. Late in the evening, a petty official named Yevgeny returns home to his closet in a poor district of St. Petersburg called Kolomna. Once his family was noble, but now even the memory of this has been erased, and Eugene himself is shy of noble people. He lies down, but cannot fall asleep, entertained by thoughts of his situation, that bridges have been removed from the arriving river and that this will separate him from his beloved, Parasha, who lives on the other bank for two or three days. The thought of Parasha gives rise to dreams of marriage and of a future happy and modest life with family, together with a loving and beloved wife and children. Finally, lulled by sweet thoughts, Eugene falls asleep.

"The haze of the stormy night is thinning / And the pale day is already coming ..." The day that has come brings a terrible misfortune. The Neva, not having overcome the forces of the wind that blocked her way into the bay, rushed into the city and flooded it. The weather became more and more ferocious, and soon all of Petersburg was under water. The raging waves behave like soldiers of the enemy army, which took the city by storm. The people see God's wrath in this and await execution. The Tsar, who ruled Russia that year, goes out onto the balcony of the palace and says that "the Kings cannot master the elements of God."

At this time, on Petrova Square, riding on a marble statue of a lion at the porch of a new luxurious house, sits motionless Yevgeny, not feeling how the wind tore off his hat, how the rising water wet his soles, how the rain whips in his face. He looks at the opposite bank of the Neva, where his beloved and her mother live in their poor house very close to the water. As if bewitched by gloomy thoughts, Yevgeny cannot budge, and with his back to him, towering above the elements, "an idol stands with an outstretched hand on a bronze horse."

But finally the Neva entered the banks, the water was asleep, and Eugene, sinking in soul, hurries to the river, finds a boatman and crosses to the other side. He runs down the street and cannot recognize familiar places. Everything was destroyed by the flood, everything around looks like a battlefield, bodies are lying around. Eugene hurries to the place where the familiar house stood, but does not find it. He sees the willow growing at the gate, but the gate itself is not. Unable to endure the shock, Eugene burst out laughing, losing his mind.

The new day rising over St. Petersburg no longer finds traces of the recent destruction, everything is put in order, the city has begun to live its usual life. Only Eugene could not resist the shocks. He wanders about the city, full of gloomy thoughts, and the sound of a storm is heard in his ears all the time. So in wandering he spends a week, a month, wanders, feeds on alms, sleeps on the pier. Evil children throw stones after him, and the coachman whip whips, but he does not seem to notice anything of this. He is still deafened by internal anxiety. One day, closer to autumn, in inclement weather, Eugene wakes up and vividly recalls last year's horror. He gets up, hastily wanders around and suddenly sees a house, in front of the porch of which there are marble statues of lions with raised paws, and "above the fenced rock" on a bronze horse sits a rider with an outstretched hand. Eugene's thoughts suddenly become clear, he recognizes this place and the one “by whose will the fatal / Under the sea the city was founded…”. Eugene walks around the foot of the monument, wildly looking at the statue, he feels extraordinary excitement and anger and threatens the monument in anger, but suddenly it seemed to him that the face of the formidable tsar was turning to him, and anger was sparkling in his eyes, and Eugene rushes away, hearing behind a heavy footfall of copper hooves. And all night long the unfortunate man rushes about the city and it seems to him that the horseman with a heavy stamp is galloping after him everywhere. And from that time on, if he happened to walk across the square on which the statue stands, he embarrassedly took off his cap in front of him and pressed his hand to his heart, as if asking forgiveness from the formidable idol.

At the seaside, a small deserted island is visible, where fishermen sometimes dock. The flood brought here an empty, dilapidated house, at the threshold of which the corpse of poor Eugene was found and immediately "buried for God's sake."

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In this article, we will try to disassemble pressing issues, which Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin reveals in his work. Also below will be indicated the history of the creation of the bronze monument, built in honor of the poem, and its summary. The Bronze Horseman today is not only the pride of Russia, but, oddly enough, to this day is on the list of the best works of world literature.

Problems that Pushkin touches on in his work

The world-famous poem "The Bronze Horseman", written by Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin in 1833, carries the main problem of the 20th century - the relationship between people and the state. The questions that he reveals in his work affect power and a person.

What life circumstances prompted Alexander Sergeevich to write this work

The ingenious idea to write this poem came to Pushkin only after he became an absentee witness of the St. Petersburg flood on November 7, 1824. This flood was perceived by humanity as a kind of collapse and a step towards the abyss. The emotions that overwhelmed St. Petersburg at those moments could not but leave their imprint in the imagination of Alexander Sergeevich, and even then a brilliant idea flashed in his head to write a work dedicated to the event that had taken place. But ironically, the poem was not written until nine years later. After the work gained popularity, the world recognized its summary. The Bronze Horseman, in the opinion of many connoisseurs and admirers of the poet's work, is considered one of his best creations.

Parsing the work into parts

To begin with, it is necessary to define in the famous poem at least the exposition, the setting, the culmination, the denouement, and only then describe the summary. The Bronze Horseman includes an exposition part, which features main character Eugene, as well as the glorification of the "great thoughts" of Peter the Great and the city of Petrov. The plot can be safely attributed to the description of the flood, the culmination is the news of the death of the bride, but the denouement, in turn, is the madness and death of Eugene.

A summary of the poem "The Bronze Horseman", A.S. Pushkin

"Bronze Horseman". Summary“- it would be great if such kind of books existed and would benefit all teenagers in the modern world. But, unfortunately, they do not exist, and in the 21st century, all school material of this kind must be processed by children in the shortest possible time on their own. That is why, to simplify this task, we propose to smoothly go to short description the plot of the poem "The Bronze Horseman". A summary of the chapters will not be indicated in this section, below we will analyze the main events that occurred in the poem. So, let's begin. At the beginning of the poem, Pushkin tells readers about Peter, who stands on the banks of the Neva and dreams of building a city that will certainly serve as a window to the coveted Europe for the people in the future. A hundred years later, this idea was destined to come true, and now a beautiful city ascended in the place of emptiness. Further, the speech in the work is about a minor official named Eugene, who returns home every day and tries to sleep, reflecting on his current situation, because once his family did not need help, because a noble family of officials had a good profit, but now it's the other way around ... In addition, his thoughts are constantly filled with his beloved, whose name is Parasha, he dreams of marrying her as soon as possible and building a strong inseparable family.

Sweet dreams make him fall asleep, and closer to morning his sleep is disturbed by the raging Neva, which got out of control, and soon the whole of St. Petersburg was flooded. Many people died, Pushkin compares the streams of the river to soldiers who destroyed everything in their path. Soon the river returns to its banks, and Eugene has a chance to swim across to the other side of the city, to his beloved. He runs to the boatman and asks him for help. Once on the other side, a minor official cannot recognize the former places, now they look like ruins and resemble a battlefield strewn with human bodies. Eugene, forgetting about everything, hurries to the house of his beloved, but does not find him, realizing that his bride is not alive. The official loses his mind, tormenting himself with wild laughter. The next day, when nature returned to its former state, all people seemed to have forgotten what had happened, and only Eugene could not breathe calmly. Over the next years, he will constantly hear the sound of the storm, he will become a hermit. Only once, waking up early in the morning, does he recall everything that happened to him during Lately, and goes out into the street, where he sees a house with monuments at the entrance. Walking a little near them, the poor fellow noticed anger on the face of one of the marble lions and ran away, hearing the incredible stamping of horses behind him. After that, he hid for a long time from an incomprehensible noise in his ears, rushing around the city from side to side. After a while, passers-by saw how he took off his cap, thus asking for forgiveness in front of the formidable monument. A little later he was found dead on a small island and immediately "buried for God's sake."

Monument "The Bronze Horseman"

Below we will focus on the description of the monument of world importance. The work about which this article in question, is famous all over the world not only for its genius, simplicity, a certain philosophy of life. In addition, the Bronze Horseman is not at all a summary. Oddly enough, it is an integral part of St. Petersburg. This is a monument erected in the center of the city and is dedicated to the considered poem and Peter the Great. Outwardly, the bronze block looks like a rock with an enchanting rider. The place where the memorial monument is located was chosen on the occasion of the fact that the Senate is located nearby - the symbol of the whole tsarist Russia. The author of this masterpiece is Etienne-Maurice Falcone, an employee of a porcelain factory, who, against the wishes of Catherine II, decided to install his work of art near the Neva. Falcone received a rather modest fee for the work done; other secular sculptors at that time asked for twice as much. In the process of work, the sculptor received many different proposals for the future monument, but Etienne-Maurice was persistent and ultimately erected what he had previously conceived. Here is what he wrote about this to II Betsky: "Could you imagine that the sculptor chosen to create such a significant monument was deprived of the ability to think, and that someone else's head, and not his own, controlled the movements of his hands?"

Having analyzed the summary of The Bronze Horseman and familiarized myself with the history of the monument, I propose to talk about something interesting. It turns out that in addition to the fact that the poem was used for sculptural art, the Russian composer R.M. Glier, taking advantage of the events in the work of Alexander Sergeevich, created his own ballet of the same name, a fragment of which became the St. Petersburg anthem.

"The Bronze Horseman" by A. Pushkin is an unusual work. In poetic form, fate and human mental pain... Times overlap. Tsar Peter builds a city on the Neva, which has become the most beautiful city of St. Petersburg. And a simple official Eugene, years later, lives, works, loves in this city. And he loses the meaning of life along with the death of the bride, and loses his mind from grief. In madness, blaming the monument for his misfortunes, he tries to escape from the revived horseman. But death finds him in the house of the deceased bride and soothes the insane soul.

Could someone be to blame for natural disasters? The city stands in spite of everything. Majestic and unsubdued. The city as a living being. And he can cure the pain of the soul, but not madness. One must learn humility. No one is to blame for the death of the flood. It's just nature, it's just that life ends sometimes.

Read a summary of Pushkin The Bronze Horseman

The introduction describes the dreaming Peter on the banks of the Neva. He represents the city that will decorate this coast and will serve as a window to Europe. A century later, having replaced the dull landscape in spite of everything, the city of Petersburg adorns the banks of the Neva. The majestically beautiful city is delightful. It really deserves to be called the capital of Russia. Old Moscow has faded.

The first part of the story. Chilly autumn November day. Terrible time. Piercing wind, high humidity, constantly breaking rain. The reader is presented with a young official Eugene, who returned home from the guests. The young man lives in Kolomna. He is poor and not very smart. But he dreams of a better life.

Ponders whether he should marry. He comes to the conclusion that he is worth and dreamily planning his future with the bride Parasha. The wind is howling outside the window and this annoys the hero a little. Eugene falls asleep. The next morning the Neva overflowed its shores and began to flood the islands. A real flood, chaos began. Sweeping away everything in its path, the mad Neva brings death and destruction. Nature is not subject to either the king or people. All that can be done is to try to climb higher and survive the terrible revelry of the elements.

Fleeing from the water, Eugene sits on a sculpture of a lion and watches with horror the river that has cleared. His eyes are directed towards the island, where his Parasha's house was. Water is everywhere. And all that the hero sees is only the back of the Bronze Horseman sculpture.

Second part. The river calms down. The pavement is already visible. Eugene, jumping off the lion, runs to the still raging Neva. Having paid the carrier, he gets into a boat and sails to the island to his beloved.

Having reached the shore, Yevgeny runs to Parasha's house. On the way, he sees how much grief the flood has brought. Around the devastation, the bodies of the dead. Place, where used to be a house stood empty. The river carried him along with the tenants. The hero rushes about where his Parasha used to live. Eugene cannot realize that there is no longer a beloved. His reason was clouded. He never returned home that day. He began to wander, turned into a city madman. Wandering and tormented by the dream that haunts him, he feeds on alms. He sleeps on the pier and endures the ridicule of the courtyard boys. His clothes were worn out. He didn’t even pick up his things from the rented apartment. Strong experiences have robbed him of his mind. He cannot come to terms with the loss of the meaning of his life, with the loss of his beloved Parasha.

At the end of the summer, Eugene slept on the pier. It was windy and this brought the hero back to that terrible day when he lost everything. Finding himself at the place where he survived the storm, Eugene approaches the monument to Peter, the Bronze Horseman. The insane consciousness of the hero blames the king for the death of his beloved. He threatens the monument with his fist and suddenly starts to run. It seems to Eugene that he angered the rider. While running away, he hears the clatter of hooves, the bronze rider pursues him.

After this vision, Eugene humbly walks along the square past the monument and even takes off his cap, as a sign of respect.

It all ends sadly. On one of the islands, they find a dilapidated house brought in by the elements, and on the threshold of his is the corpse of insane Eugene.

The poem describes the majestic Petersburg in an absolutely amazing way. Built in the swamps, it has earned fame for its beauty. The city of Petra does not leave anyone indifferent even today.

Reading the lines telling about the revelry of the elements, it seems that you are in the very center of events. What a pain in the image of Eugene. What a hopelessness in his madness. A stunning city with just one existence proves that anything is possible. Even palaces in the swamps. And how powerless man is before nature. How you can lose everything in an instant. The river that overflowed the banks changed the life of the little official. Driven him to insanity. Deprived of the future. Using Evgeny as an example, the author shows how fragile everything in this world is. Unfortunately, dreams do not always come true. And the rider galloping on the pavement behind the city madman speaks of his powerlessness before nature. It is possible to chain the river in granite, but it is impossible to predict the madness of the elements either in nature or in the head.