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Literature lesson in grade 5
N.V. Gogol "The Enchanted Place". The real and the fantastic in the story.
During the classes
Now I read "Evenings on
Farm near Dikanka. They are
amazed me. Here is the real
fun, skill,
ease, without
pretentiousness, without stiffness. BUT
what poetry!
A.S. Pushkin
Organizing time.
Motivation, goal setting.
The teacher turns to the epigraph and announces the purpose of the lesson.
Formulation of the topic of the lesson by students.
Notebook entry: N.V. Gogol "The Enchanted Place".
Checking d / z
A pre-prepared student briefly talks about the main biographical data of N.V. Gogol (multimedia presentation), the rest make notes in notebooks.
teacher's word
1831 - 1 part
1832 - part 2
-Open the table of contents of the collections. In which part is the story that you read at home?
Let's take a closer look at the collection. At the beginning there is a preface, and from which we learn about who the narrator is (Rudy Panko), what heroes will be discussed, etc. And then a dictionary compiled by the writer himself. When you read the story, probably not all the words were clear, so today we will turn to this dictionary for clarification.
6. Preparation for the perception of the story
-Did you see the plot of the story "The Enchanted Place"
unusual? In what?
(It resembles legends, traditions, fairy tales.)
- Listen to one of the legends with a similar plot and answer
questions.
The teacher tells a folk legend about the treasure "Golden Kurushka".
- What is this legend about? (about the charmed treasure)
- What legends about treasures do you know?
(possible answers of children - Appendix 1)
The study of the story
Notebook entry: “N.V. Gogol "The Enchanted Place".
Was it easy to understand what you read? Were all words understood?
You have cards on your tables (before the lesson, put each one) with words. Do you know their meaning? Let's find their interpretation in the DICTIONARY at the beginning of the collection. (Chain work)
Conclusion. What is one of the features of the language of this story? (many Ukrainian words, expressions characteristic of the Ukrainian people)
-What do you think for what? (in order to more believably, authentically show the heroes, convey the national flavor, this culture is close to N.V. Gogol, since he himself was born in Ukraine, as was reported at the beginning of the lesson).
8. Working with illustrations.
And now, on questions and illustrations, we will restore the content of the work. We will draw up a picture plan using the illustrations proposed for this work, and attach them to the board.
What was your grandfather's favorite pastime? (Listen to various stories from passers-by.)
How did the grandfather decide to entertain the familiar Chumaks? (dancing grandchildren)
And what suddenly happened to the grandfather himself during the dance of his grandchildren? (legs suddenly twitched, began to dance on their own)
What unusual thing happened to grandfather during his dance? (In one place, the arms and legs refused to obey, and then found myself with a smooth field)
Where was the candle burning? (In the cemetery, this is a sure sign that a treasure is hidden)
What did the grandfather plan to do in the morning? (go back and dig up the treasure, but did not find this place in the field)
How did grandfather get to the right place the second time? (He struck in the hearts of the "enchanted place" where they did not dance)
What treasure did grandfather dig up? (cauldron with garbage)
What grew in the enchanted place? (Nothing good grew there: “A watermelon is not a watermelon, a pumpkin is not a pumpkin, the devil knows what it is!”)
Work with text.
An expressive reading by a student of a fragment of the story “The Third Night of the Treasure Search” (from the words “I began to dig - the earth is soft ...” to the words “... then I just took a breath”)
Reading analysis:
Why did grandfather Maxim decide that there is a treasure in an enchanted place?
When did he go looking? (late in the evening, it was already at the place at night)
What do you think a person feels in the dark, alone in an unfamiliar place? How can you explain the grandfather's fears?
Find lines that would help us voice this picture?
What could it really be? Have you ever heard the echoes of your own voice in the forest, in a large room? (Echo)
What did he think (see and hear)?
What did he eventually dig up? (The boiler is heavy)
How do you see your grandfather? Is it funny to watch or scary? Read examples?
What quality let him down? (greed)
Was it funny or scary to read this fragment?
Who is Gogol laughing at? Why?
Statement of the problematic question of the lesson. What is real and what is fantastic in the story?
Work with the concepts of "reality" and "fantasy" (in your own words with teacher's correction).
Reality is what really exists not in the imagination.
Fantasy is something that is based on imagination, fiction, something magical, incredible.
Notebook entry:
Drawing up a table "Fantastic and real in the story" and filling it with examples during the conversation.
Where does the story take place? In some realm? Is the scene real or fantastic? (Ukraine)
What time do the events take place? In times immemorial? Support this with quotes from the text. (during the narrator's childhood, spring)
On whose behalf is the story being told? Who is the narrator of the story? Name other actors. Are they real or fantasy?
And the household items surrounding them are real or not? Give an example from your homework?
And the clothes of the heroes? See our board?
What events are being described?
What place is the deacon talking about in this story?
Compiling a table
Material for comparison Reality Fiction
Place of action Time Heroes Life and life of people Clothing Events Divide the illustrations into 2 parts: description of real and fantastic events.
Conclusions: what is more in the story? What does N.V. Gogol pay more attention to? Why? Pay attention to the subtitle - "reality".
(The story "The Enchanted Place" has a subtitle true story. All events are depicted realistically and truthfully. Descriptions of clothes, life and life of people are given in detail.)
- So why did the writer need to combine a true story and a fairy tale in one work? Let's think.
-Finish Pushkin's words: "A fairy tale is a lie ..." (Perhaps Gogol wants to teach us something important, to warn about something)
Summarizing.
- What lesson does Gogol give us?
Dictation Recording:
“The Enchanted Place” is a story where the author speaks to readers about the illusory nature of wealth obtained by unclean means. Gogol exposes the thirst for enrichment, the destructive passion for money, which ultimately leads to disaster.
Reflection, announcement of grades
How will you remember today's lesson?
Complete the sentences:
Today at the lesson I understood… It was difficult for me… I liked it… - I am satisfied
- Whose work in the lesson do you want to praise?
My mood is similar to (choose a card): sun, sun with a cloud, cloud Homework: prepare a retelling of a memorable episode.
Attachment 1
Golden Kurushka Well, there was an old woman from one of the byna, and a chicken ran ahead of her, and all such golden kopecks. She followed this chicken - and wanted to catch her, and she away from her - and she followed. Such a golden chicken runs - and into the bird cherry. She looked: she was lost in the cherry blossom. I searched and searched, then I went in, they went to search again, they could not find it. The chicken is so lost. Then, which people know, they say: here the treasure came through Cheryomushki. And they couldn't find it.<...>Yes, I myself went looking, got along to find ... I would have received gold, but I couldn’t find anything.
wear - do not wear
<...>He served in the army. And then one of the passers-by said: - Here in such and such a place in the Olonets province of the Kargopol district there is a stone-worker. There is a treasure there: to wear - not to take out and to carry - not to take out. And the place: there is a stone in the stone, and there is a spring in the stone. And in this place there is a treasure. Duck, no one knows what kind of treasure there is: to wear - not to take out and to carry - not to take out. The police should be sent there, maybe they would find it.
Spins, but is not given in the hands
There is a treasure like this: the pot is spinning, but it is not given in the hands. It was in the Great Court, in Almozero. Dig - he's close. It would only be taken - and it will thunder again - and down. They dig deeper - again he is down. After all, one must not rush, but know the words, and approach with the icon ...
Lamb from under the floor
One family lived quietly, quietly. The family was big. Parents go to the field, children are left at home. At one fine time, parents come home, the children complain that the lamb is playing with them. - What lamb? - they ask. - Yes, from under the floor, - the children answer. Ask the children to get a lamb. But who will believe? And the legend went around the village. The village began to live under fear. The children were swollen, they did not play. And the lamb all climbed out and played with the children. The golden ball climbed out ... then a golden man, then pretended to be a lamb again. So the years went by. Witches began to emerge from the baths. Music played in the empty houses, the devils danced. The youth stayed at home in the evenings. And this news reached the stanitsa ataman. He took good Cossacks and came to the village to check how true it was. Came to this family and began to do excavations. And they found at a depth of three meters a Damascus steel saber and a basket of gold. And it turned out that the one who laid the treasure made a spell and that the treasure should thus be found. And so in this house the owner became a rich merchant. All this was bequeathed by the ancestors to posterity.
Annex 2
Dictionary
komorachumaki
chicken
tsybulyafarm
dumplings
lad
chicken
cradle
scroll scroll
Khustkazhupan
The true story told by the deacon of the *** church
By God, already tired of talking! What do you think? Really, it’s boring: tell, and tell, and you can’t get rid of it! Well, if you please, I'll tell you, only, she-she, for the last time. Yes, you were talking about the fact that a person can cope, as they say, with an unclean spirit. It is, of course, that is, if you think carefully, there are all sorts of cases in the world ... However, do not say this. If the devilish force wants to fool him, then he will faint; by God, faint! If you please, see: there were four of us all with my father. I was still an idiot then. I was only eleven years old; so no, not eleven: I remember how now, when I once ran on all fours and began to bark like a dog, my father shouted at me, shaking his head: “Hey, Foma, Foma! it's time to marry you, and you're fooling like a young hinny! Grandfather was still alive then and on his feet - let him easily hiccup in the next world - quite strong. It used to be tempting... So what is there to tell? One of them scoops coal out of the stove for an hour for his pipe, the other for some reason ran after the comoros. What, in fact! .. It would be welcome involuntarily, otherwise they themselves asked for it. Listen so listen! At the beginning of spring, Batko took tobacco to the Crimea for sale. I just don't remember whether he equipped two or three wagons. Tobacco was then in the price. He took with him a three-year-old brother - to teach him to chum in advance. We are left: grandfather, mother, me, yes brother, yes even brother. Grandfather sowed a chestnut on the very road and went to live in a hut; he took us with him to drive sparrows and magpies from the chestnut tree. We couldn't say it was bad. It used to be that you eat so many cucumbers, melons, turnips, tsibuli, peas a day that in your stomach, by God, as if roosters are crowing. Well, it's also profitable. Passers-by jostle along the road, everyone wants to eat a watermelon or a melon. Yes, from the surrounding farms, it happened, they would put on the exchange of chickens, eggs, turkeys. Life was good. But most of all, grandfather liked the fact that fifty carts would pass every day. The people, you know, are experienced: they will go to tell - just hang your ears! And grandfather is like a hungry dumplings. Sometimes, it happened, there would be a meeting with old acquaintances - everyone already knew grandfather - you can judge for yourself what happens when old things are collected: containers, containers, then and then, then, such and such it was. .. well, and spill! remember God knows when. Once - well, really, as if now it happened - the sun began to set; grandfather walked along the chestnut tree and removed the leaves from the kavuns with which he covered them during the day so that they would not bake in the sun. — Look, Ostap! - I say to my brother, - there the Chumaks are coming! — Where are the chumaks? - said the grandfather, putting the badge on a large melon so that the lads would not eat it in case. There were exactly six carts along the road. A chumak walked ahead, already with a gray mustache. Short of ten steps, how shall I put it, he stopped. - Hello, Maxim! Here God has brought where to meet! Grandpa narrowed his eyes. - BUT! great, great! where does God come from? And Sore is here? great, great brother! What a devil! Yes, everything is here: and Krutotryshchenko! and Pecheritsya and Kovelek! and Stetsko! great! Ah, ha, ha! go, go! .. - And they went to kiss. The oxen were unharnessed and allowed to graze on the grass. The carts were left on the road; and they all sat down in a circle in front of the hut and lit their cradles. But where are the cradles already here? for tales and for razdobar it is unlikely that they got one each. After an afternoon snack, the grandfather began to regale the guests with melons. So each one, taking a melon each, cleaned it cleanly with a knife (the kalachi were all grated, lowed a lot, they already knew how to eat in the world; perhaps they are ready to sit down at the master’s table at least now), peeling it well, pierced a hole with each finger, drank from her jelly, began to cut into pieces and put in his mouth. - What are you, lads, - said the grandfather, - have your mouths gaped? dance, dog children! Where, Ostap, is your sopilka? Well, goat! Thomas, get on your sides! well! like this! gay, goop! I was then small mobile. Cursed old age! now I will not go like this; instead of all the frills, the legs only stumble. Grandfather looked at us for a long time, sitting with the chumaks. I notice that his legs will not stand still: as if something is pulling them. “Look, Foma,” said Ostap, “if the old bastard doesn’t go dancing!” What do you think? he did not have time to say - the old man could not stand it! I wanted, you know, to brag to the Chumaks. “Look, damn kids! is that how they dance? That's how they dance! he said, rising to his feet, holding out his hands and striking with his heels. Well, there is nothing to say, he danced like that, even with the hetman. We stepped aside, and the horseradish went to twist his feet all over the smooth place, which was near the cucumber bed. I had only just reached half way, however, and I wanted to roam and throw some of my own thing with my feet into the whirlwind - my legs didn’t rise, and that’s all! What an abyss! Accelerated again, reached the middle — does not take! whatever you want to do: he doesn’t take it, and he doesn’t take it! legs like wooden steel! “Look, devilish place! you see, satanic obsession! Herod, the enemy of the human race, will get involved!” Well, how to make fear in front of the Chumaks? He set off again and began scratching fractionally, finely, lovingly to look; to the middle - no! does not dance, and it's full! “Ah, slander’s Satan!” so that you choke on a rotten melon! so that he dies still small, dog son! what a shame he has done in his old age! .. In fact, someone behind me laughed. He looked around: no chestnut, no chumaks, nothing; behind, in front, on the sides - a smooth field. - E! sss... here you go! He began to squint his eyes - the place, it seemed, was not entirely unfamiliar: there was a forest on the side, some kind of pole was sticking out from behind the forest and could be seen far away in the sky. What an abyss! Yes, this is the dovecote that the priest has in the garden! On the other side, too, something is turning gray; peered: a threshing floor of the volost clerk. That's where the evil spirit dragged! Pokolesivshis around, he stumbled upon the path. There was no month; a white spot flickered instead of him through the cloud. "There will be a big wind tomorrow!" grandfather thought. Look, a candle flared up on the grave aside from the path. — Vish! - the grandfather stood and leaned on his hips with his hands, and looked: the candle went out; in the distance, and a little further away, another lit up. - Treasure! shouted the grandfather. — I bet God knows what, if not a treasure! - and he was already spitting into his hands to dig, but he realized that he did not have a spade or a shovel with him. - Oh, sorry! well, who knows, maybe you just need to raise the turf, and it lies there, my dear! Nothing to do, appoint at least a place not to forget after! Here, pulling a broken, visible by a whirlwind, decent branch of a tree, he piled it on the grave where the candle was burning, and went along the path. The young oak forest began to thin out; wattle flickered. "Well, like this! didn't I say, - thought the grandfather, - that this is a priest's levada? Here is his wattle! now there is not even a verst to the chestnut. Late, however, he came home and did not want to eat dumplings. Waking up brother Ostap, he only asked how long ago the Chumaks had left, and wrapped himself in a sheepskin coat. And when he began to ask: - And where the hell are you going, grandfather, today? "Don't ask," he said, wrapping himself even tighter, "don't ask, Ostap; you won't sit down! - And he snored so that the sparrows that had climbed onto the tower rose from fright into the air. But where did he sleep? Nothing to say, it was a cunning beast, God grant him the Kingdom of Heaven! - always knew how to get away. Sometimes he will sing a song that will make you bite your lips. The next day, as soon as it began to get dark in the field, the grandfather put on a scroll, girded himself, took a spade and a shovel under his arm, put a hat on his head, drank kuhol sirovets, wiped his lips with his coat and went straight to the priest's garden. Now the wattle fence and the low oak forest have passed. A path winds through the trees and out into the field. Say it's the one. He also went out onto the field - the place is exactly the same as yesterday: there is also a dovecote sticking out; but the threshing floor is not visible. “No, this is not the right place. That, therefore, is further away; must, apparently, turn to the threshing floor! He turned back, began to go the other way - you can see the threshing floor, but there is no dovecote! Again he turned closer to the dovecote - he hid in the barn. In the field, as if on purpose, began to drizzle rain. He ran again to the threshing floor - the dovecote was gone; to the dovecote - the threshing floor was gone. - And so that you, damned Satan, do not wait to see your children! And the rain started, as if from a bucket. So, throwing off his new boots and wrapping him in a hoodie so that they would not warp from the rain, he asked such a runner as if he were a gentleman's pacer. I climbed into the hut, soaked through, covered myself with a sheepskin coat and began to grumble something through my teeth and smack the devil with words that I had never heard before in my life. I confess that I would probably blush if this happened in the middle of the day. The next day I woke up, I saw: my grandfather was already walking along the chestnut tree as if nothing had happened and covering watermelons with burdock. At dinner the old man got into a conversation again, began to frighten his younger brother that he would exchange him for chickens instead of watermelon; and having dined, he himself made a squeaker out of wood and began to play on it; and he gave us a melon to play with, coiled into three deaths, like a snake, which he called Turkish. Now I have never seen such melons anywhere. True, he got some seeds from afar. In the evening, after evening, grandfather went with a spade to dig a new bed for late pumpkins. He began to pass by that enchanted place, could not bear it, so as not to grumble through his teeth: “Damned place!” - went up to the middle, where there was no dancing the day before yesterday, and struck in the hearts with a spade. Look, the same field is around him again: a dovecote sticks out on one side, and a threshing floor on the other. “Well, it’s good that you thought to take a spade with you. Out and the track! there is a grave! out and the branch is piled! there is a candle burning! No matter how you make a mistake." Slowly he ran, raising the spade up, as if he wanted to treat them to a wild boar, wormed its way onto the chestnut tree, and stopped in front of the grave. The candle went out; on the grave lay a stone overgrown with grass. "This stone must be lifted!" - thought the grandfather and began to dig it from all sides. Great cursed stone! here, however, planting his feet firmly on the ground, he shoved him from the grave. "Gu!" went down the valley. “There you and road! Now things will go faster." Here the grandfather stopped, took out a horn, poured tobacco on his fist and was about to bring it to his nose, when suddenly over his head "sneeze!" - something sneezed so that the trees swayed and grandfather splashed all over his face. - Turned away at least to the side when you want to sneeze! said the grandfather, rubbing his eyes. I looked around - no one was there. — No, he doesn't like tobacco, apparently! he continued, putting the horn into his bosom and taking up the spade. “He’s a fool, and neither his grandfather nor his father ever sniffed such tobacco!” He began to dig - the earth is soft, the spade goes away. Something sounded. Throwing out the earth, he saw a cauldron. “Ah, my dear, there you are!” cried the grandfather, slipping a spade under him. “Ah, my dear, there you are!” squeaked the bird's nose, pecking at the cauldron. Grandfather stepped aside and released a spade. “Ah, my dear, there you are!” bleated a ram's head from the top of the tree. “Ah, my dear, there you are!” the bear roared, sticking its snout out from behind a tree. The trembling took hold of the grandfather. - Yes, it's scary to say a word! he muttered to himself. - It's a terrible word to say! squeaked the bird's nose. - It's scary to say a word! the sheep's head bleated. - Say a word! the bear roared. “Hm ...” said the grandfather, and he himself was frightened. — Hm! squeaked his nose. — Hm! bleated the ram. — Hum! the bear roared. With fear he turned: My God, what a night! no stars, no moon; dips around; steep underfoot without a bottom; A mountain hung over his head and just about, it seems, just wants to break off on him! And it seems to grandfather that some mug is blinking because of her: wow! u! the nose is like fur in a forge; nostrils - at least pour a bucket of water into each! lips, by God, like two decks! red eyes rolled up, and also stuck out her tongue and teases! - To hell with you! - said the grandfather, throwing the cauldron. - On you and your treasure! What a vile face! - and he was about to start running, but he looked around and stopped, seeing that everything was as before. - It only scares the evil spirits! He set to work again on the cauldron - no, it's heavy! What to do? Do not leave here! Here, gathering all his strength, he grabbed it with his hands. - Well, together, together! more more! — and pulled it out! — Wow! Now sniff some tobacco! Got a horn; before, however, before he began to pour, he looked around carefully to see if there was anyone: it seems that there is not; but now it seems to him that the stump of the tree is puffing and pouting, ears are showing, red eyes are pouring; nostrils flared, nose wrinkled, and just like that, it's about to sneeze. “No, I don’t sniff tobacco,” thought the grandfather, hiding the horn, “Satan’s eyes will spit again.” I quickly grabbed the cauldron and let's run as far as the spirit could get; all he hears is that something is behind him and scratching his legs with rods ... “Ai! ah, ah!" - only the grandfather shouted, striking with all his might; and how he ran to the priest's garden, then he only took a breath. "Where did the grandfather go?" we thought, waiting for three hours. Already from the farm, mother came a long time ago and brought a pot of hot dumplings. No yes and no grandfather! They began to dine again. After the supper, the mother washed the pot and looked with her eyes where to pour the slop, because there were ridges all around; as he sees, the kuhwa is walking straight towards her. The sky was still dark. It's true, one of the boys, shaly, hid behind and pushes her. - By the way, pour slop here! - she said and poured out hot slops. - Ai! shouted in bass. Look, grandfather. Well, who knows! By God, they thought that the barrel was climbing. I confess, although it is a little sinful, but, really, it seemed ridiculous when the grandfather's gray-haired head was all wrapped in slop and hung with crusts from watermelons and melons. "Look, damn woman!" - said the grandfather, wiping his head with his coat, - how you blew it! like a pig before Christmas! Well, lads, now you will have bagels! You will, dog children, walk in golden zhupans! Look, look here, what I brought you! - said the grandfather and opened the cauldron. What do you think it was there? well, at least, after thinking, well, huh? gold? Here is something that is not gold: rubbish, squabbles ... ashamed to say what it is. Grandfather spat, threw the cauldron and washed his hands afterwards. And from that time on, grandfather cursed us to ever believe the devil. - And do not think! - he often said to us, - everything that the enemy of the Lord Christ says, everything will lie, son of a dog! He doesn't even have a penny of truth! And, it happened, as soon as the old man heard that it was restless in a different place: - Well, guys, let's baptize! will scream at us. — So him! so it! good! and starts laying crosses. And that accursed place where they didn’t dance, he blocked it with a wattle fence, ordered to throw everything that was indecent, all the weeds and rubbish that they raked out of the chestnut tree. So this is how the evil spirit of a person fools! I know this land well: after that, the neighboring Cossacks hired it from the father under the tower. Glorious earth! and Harvest has always been marvelous; but there was never anything good in the enchanted place. They sow it properly, but it will sprout such that it is impossible to make out: a watermelon is not a watermelon, a pumpkin is not a pumpkin, a cucumber is not a cucumber ... the devil knows what it is!The story "The Enchanted Place" ( fourth), the second part of "Evenings on a Farm near Dikanka" ends. It was first published in 1832 in the second book of Evenings. The absence of a manuscript makes it impossible to determine the exact date of writing the story. It is assumed that it refers to the early works of N.V. Gogol and refers to the period 1829 - 1830.
In the storyline, two main motives are intertwined: the search for treasure and the outrages created by devils in enchanted places. The story itself originates in folklore stories, in which the main leitmotif is the idea that wealth received from evil spirits does not bring happiness. In some ways, it echoes the "Evening on the eve of Ivan Kupala." The author denounces the thirst for enrichment, an irrepressible passion for money, which unequivocally leads to disastrous consequences, and turns the acquired money into garbage. The story is based on folk beliefs and legends about enchanted "deceptive places".
Analysis of the work
The plot of the work
Based on folklore, with which Nikolai Vasilyevich was well acquainted since childhood. Legends and beliefs about "enchanted places" and treasures exist among most peoples of the world. The Slavs had a belief that treasures could be found in the cemetery. A candle flared over the grave with the treasure. Traditionally, there is also a popular belief that ill-gotten wealth turns into rubbish.
The story is rich in juicy, bright, original folk Ukrainian language, which is showered with Ukrainian words: “bashtan”, “kuren”, “chumaks”. The folk life is displayed as accurately as possible, Gogol's humor creates a unique atmosphere. The story is structured in such a way that there is a feeling of personal presence, as if you yourself are among the deacon's listeners. This is achieved through precise comments by the narrator.
The plot is based on the story of the deacon of the local church, Foma Grigorievich, who is familiar to many readers from the story “The Lost Letter”, about an incident from the life of his grandfather. His story, bright and memorable, is full of humor. It was not by chance that the author gave the story the title "The Enchanted Place". It intertwines two worlds: reality and fantasy. The real world is represented by the life of people, the fantastic one is a grave, treasure and devilry. The deacon's memories take him back to childhood. The father with the eldest son left to sell tobacco. At home there was a mother with three children and a grandfather. One day, having gone on a walk with visiting merchants, the grandfather began to dance in the garden, until he reached one place in the garden and stopped, as if rooted to the spot, near the garden with cucumbers. He looked around and did not recognize the place, but he realized that he was behind the clerk's threshing floor. Somehow I found a path and saw a candle flare on a nearby grave. Noticed another grave. On it, too, a candle flared up, and behind it another.
According to folk legend, this happens where the treasure is buried. Grandfather was delighted, but he had nothing with him. Having marked the place with a large branch, he went home. The next day he tried to find this place, but did not find anything, only by accidentally hitting a cucumber bed with a spade, he again found himself in the same place, near the grave on which the stone lay.
And then the real hell began. Before my grandfather had time to get tobacco to sniff, someone sneezed behind his ear. He began to dig and dug out a pot. "Ah, my dear, that's where you are!". And after him the same words were repeated by a bird, a ram's head from the top of a tree, and a bear. Grandfather was frightened, grabbed the cauldron and rushed to run. At this time, his mother and children began to look for him. After supper, the mother went out to pour hot slop and saw that a barrel was crawling on her. Deciding that these were naughty children, the woman poured slop on her. But it turned out that it was the grandfather.
We decided to see what kind of treasure the grandfather had brought, opened the pot, and there was garbage “and it’s a shame to say what it is.” Since then, the grandfather began to believe only in Christ, and fenced the enchanted place with wattle.
main characters
Grandfather Maxim
The hero of the story is grandfather Maxim. Judging by the words of the deacon, his grandfather was a cheerful and interesting man. In the author's ironic description, this is a cheerful, lively old man who loves to have fun, joke, boast somewhere. A big fan of listening to the stories of Chumaks. He refers to his grandchildren only as "dog children", but it is clear that they are all his favorites. Grandchildren respond to him with the same love.
enchanted place
The enchanted place itself can be called the hero of the story. According to modern concepts, it can be called an anomalous place. Grandfather Maxim discovers this place by chance during a dance. Inside the zone, space and time change their properties, which the old man attributes to evil spirits. The anomalous zone itself also has its own character. It does not show much love for strangers, but it does not harm obviously, only frightening. There is no great harm from the presence of this place in the real world, except that nothing grows here. Moreover, it is ready to play with the old man. That is hidden from him, then it is easily opened. In addition, he has at his disposal a lot of means for intimidation: the weather, the vanishing moon, talking ram's heads and monsters.
The demonstration of all these miracles for some time frightens the old man and he throws his find, but the thirst for the treasure turns out to be stronger than fear. For this, the grandfather receives punishment. The cauldron he had worked so hard to find was full of rubbish. Science went to him for the future. Grandfather became very pious, vowed to communicate with evil spirits and punished all his relatives for this.
Conclusion
With this story, Gogol shows that only the wealth that is acquired in an honest way is for the future, and that which is acquired dishonestly is illusory. On the example of the story with his grandfather, he gives us the opportunity to believe in good and bright. The writer's contemporaries, including Belinsky, Pushkin Herzen, received the story with rave reviews. For more than 150 years, this story has made the reader smile, plunging him into the amazing Gogol world of wit, fantasy, folk poetry, in which the very soul of the people comes to life.
"The Enchanted Place" is a uniquely skillful use of folklore and folk legends. Even the evil spirit introduced into the story has nothing to do with mysticism. Folk fiction is attractive to us for its everyday simplicity, naive and direct. Therefore, all the heroes of Gogol are saturated with bright colors of life, full of enthusiasm and folk humor.