Singers Turgenev read a summary of 10 sentences. Retelling of the story "Singers" by Turgenev I.S.

The action described in this work takes place in the village of Kolotovka. This village previously belonged to a landowner, who was called Stryganikha for her dashing and lively disposition, now it belongs to some Petersburg German.

Kolotovka is located in a scary-extreme place. So she lay on the slope of a bare hill, and this hill was cut from top to bottom by a terrible ravine. It is torn and blurry. Both sides of this village are separated by a river, and at the very bottom of this dissection lie huge clay stones. But such terrain does not prevent people from willingly and often going to Kolotovka. On the edge of the ravine, almost at the beginning of this crack, there is a quadrangular hut, over the door of which there is a blue plaque with the inscription "Pritynnoe" nailed to it. This is a local bar. Prytynny is any place where people go with great desire. In this tavern, the prices are the same as in other local taverns, but the whole “Pritynnoye” is visited much more often than the others, and all because the owner there is the kisser Nikolai Ivanovich.

Nikolai Ivanovich was once a slender, curly, handsome guy, but now he is a fat, gray-haired, wrinkled man. He has been living in Kolotovka for more than twenty years. Nikolai Ivanovich is very quick-witted and cunning, and, not having such qualities as talkativeness and courtesy, he knows how to attract and retain people. By nature, he is an egoist. He knows a lot about horses, and dishes, and cattle, and wood, bricks, quality goods, songs, and dances. When he had no visitors, he sat with his legs tucked under him and greeted all passers-by. He also knew about all the events in Kolotovka, even about those that others knew little about. He also had the gift of persuasion, for example, he once managed to reason with the peasants who did not want to recognize the new manager, and also forced the thief to return the stolen horse to the owner. But he did this not because he was worried about other people's problems, but so that later nothing would disturb his peace. Nikolai Ivanovich was a very respected person in Kolotovka. He had a wife and children.

The wife of Nikolai Ivanovich was a very lively woman, with a magnificent body, like Nikolai Ivanovich himself. Everyone was afraid of her, because she could put anyone in their place. Nikolai Ivanovich himself relied on her in everything, and all the money he earned was under the key with her.

Their children were small. The first died, and those who remained went to their parents with their mind and health.

It was really hot. One July day, the narrator with his dog walked along the Kolotovo ravine towards the tavern. He was very thirsty, but there was no water in the beater, as in other nearby areas. Local peasants drank some liquid mud near the pond to quench their thirst. The narrator wanted to go to Prytynnoye and drink kvass or beer. He approached the tavern, there, on the threshold, he saw a tall man without a hat and in an overcoat. He was a little drunk and called for some Morgach. This man with a strange nickname was short, fat and lame. The first one calls Morgach to the tavern, reminding him that Yashka the Turk, the Wild Master and the Rowter are waiting for him. Yashka and Ryadchik argued over who would sing better. Then Morgach and his friend went to a tavern. The narrator, with even greater curiosity, went to this institution, where there were already a lot of people. Nikolai Ivanovich stood behind the counter and poured wine for the visitors who had entered - Morgach and Abalduy. In the center of the tavern stood Yashka the Turk, who was visibly worried, next to him stood a broad-shouldered, formidable, forty-year-old man, who was called the Wild Master. Opposite him sat Yashka's rival, Ryadchik. He was short and stocky, he looked to be in his thirties. And unlike Yashka, he was calm. In the opposite corner sat another man in a worn-out retinue, with a huge hole in his shoulder.

The arrival of the narrator alarmed the visitors a little, but when they saw that Nikolai Ivanovich greeted him as a familiar person, they calmed down and no longer paid attention to him. The narrator took a beer and sat down next to a man in a tattered suit.

At the initiative of Abaldui, they decided to start the competition. It was determined by lot that Ryadchik would start this event.

But before describing the whole action, the narrator wishes to describe the participants.

Abalduy's real name was Efgraf Ivanov, but no one knew him by that name. He was a single, walking man. I didn’t work anywhere, but every day I found a way to take a walk at someone else’s expense. He was disgusted by society, as a person, but everyone was so used to him that not a single party could do without him. He was treated with disdain, but only the Wild Master could calm him down. Abaldui also lied very often.

Morgach was the exact opposite of Abalduy. From a past life, all that was known about him was that he worked as a coachman for a childless lady. But then he ran away from her with three horses. He lived a wandering life for a year, but he soon got tired of it. He decides to go back. With difficulty, but he managed to get forgiveness from the mistress and, after her death, he was released into the wild. Then he got rich and to this day lives happily ever after. The blinker is cunning, smart, cautious, but enterprising. He does not hide at all that he is not very simple. Blinker is happy and believes in signs, he has a son, who is everything for Blinker. And the son is all in it.

It is not worth talking about Yakov Turk and Ryadchik for a long time, since little is known about their lives. Jacob is called a Turk, because he really comes from a tribal Turkish woman, in his soul he was an artist, but in reality he was a worker in a paper mill. And Ryadchik is a quirky and lively tradesman, according to the author.

The wild master makes the first impression of a rough, heavy and strong man. He is silent and gloomy. He was of a clumsy build, but that did not detract from his grace. No one knew from where the Wild Master appeared in Kolotovka. He was not modest, but he was quiet and lived as if no one around him existed. The real name of the Wild Master was Perevlesov. He was an authority for everyone, almost did not drink and did not communicate with women, and was very fond of singing. At the same time he was fierce and noble.

And so, Ryadchik began to speak, he sang in the highest falsetto. He sang skillfully and beautifully. The song was beautiful and cheerful, the words were hard to make out. They listened to him carefully. The contractor tried very hard, because he understood that the listeners knew a lot about singing. The audience showed no emotion. And, finally, with one successful transition, the Wild master smiled, and the Morgach and Abalduy began to sing along with the Yardman.

Yakov at that moment began to worry even more, and Ryadchik realized that everything was going well and began to sing even better. At the end, everyone screamed, enjoying the singing. Yakov shouted "Well done!", and Abalduy began to choke Ryadchik with his arms.

It's time for Jacob to speak. He was pale as a dead man. Yakov began to sing, the sounds were not sure, but they made everyone straighten up. With each sound it was all sweeter and more terrible, no one had ever heard such a voice. It was great, there was so much soul and passion in the song. Jacob gradually calmed down, his singing was very native and wide, his heart sank and tears welled up. Nikolai Ivanovich's wife stood and wept. Everyone stood with their mouths open, and even a wild man's tear rolled down his cheek.

Yakov finished singing and realized that victory was his. Everyone began to rejoice, and Nikolai Ivanovich said that he was adding the same amount of beer to the promised prize. Jacob ran up to the counter and the feast began.

The narrator left the tavern so as not to spoil the impression of Yakov. He went to the hayloft, but could not sleep there, as Jacob's singing had been in his head for a long time. Finally, the heat and fatigue made themselves felt. He fell asleep. I woke up when the dawn had already gone out, and screams could be heard from the tavern. The narrator went to his window and looked at what was happening there. Everyone was drunk, Yakov was sitting on a bench and humming something, he looked terrible. Abalduy in the middle of the establishment, dancing something, it looked very funny. Nikolai Ivanovich, as befits a real owner, retained his sobriety. There were many people in the hall, and new ones, too, but he did not see the Wild Master there. The narrator turned around and began to descend from Kolotovka Hill and heard a young voice that called for some Antropka, they shouted for a long time, but soon an answering cry was heard from a distance and soon fell silent, and Antropka was still called the same.

The singers who entered, we are transported to the village of Kolotovka. It was there in this village, on the edge of the ravine, that Prytynny stood - a drinking establishment where everyone in the district gathered. Wandered there and our hunter, the author of the stories Notes of a hunter. And in order to get acquainted with the plot of Turgenev's story The Singers, we suggest below to get acquainted with Turgenev and his story The Singers in a summary.

Turgenev Singers

So, our hunter went to Prytynny to have a little rest and on this hot day to cool off with a mug of beer or kvass. Nikolai Ivanovich worked in this institution, the kisser of the institution, thanks to whom Prytynny enjoyed popularity. Entering the institution, the hunter learns that today two votes in the district will converge in the competition. They will sing Yashka, about whom the hunter has heard a lot and his rival, a hawker from Zhizdra. Everyone will show their skills in singing, the winner will receive an “eight of beer”.
Further, the author Turgenev in the story of the Singers tells us about the lot, which decided who would be the first to sing. The first had to sing to the hazel grouse. In the meantime, the hazel grouse sang, the author from his far corner examined all those present. And a diverse group of people gathered here. There was a Stupid here - a spree bachelor, there was also a Morgach - who serves as a coachman for a mistress, it was not without the presence of the Wild Master, who lives on his own.

Then the author began to describe the singing of the participants. The hawker sang a dance song. He sang very well, Yakov even thought of giving up, but then his turn came and he sang, and sang so that it took his breath away. His singing shocked everyone present. All slipped out. When Yakov finished singing, the hawker himself admitted his defeat. The author of the story himself left the institution. He was tired and, finding a hayloft, lay down to rest. I slept until the very evening, and when I woke up and walked past the establishment, I saw how everyone celebrated the victory of Yashka. Everyone was already drunk. One Wild Master was not visible.

Turgenev Singers main characters

In the work of Turgenev, the Singers, the main characters are Yashka and Ryadchik. Yashka is the son of a Turkish woman, who is no more than twenty years old. Young, thin, but very talented singer. The contractor is a man who is about thirty years old. He was prompted to measure his talents in singing by a familiar Wild Master. Secondary heroes - Nikolai Ivanovich, Morgach, Stupid, Stryganikha, Wild Master.

Turgenev Singers audiobook

The small village of Kotlovka lies on the slope of a bare hill, dissected by a deep ravine that winds along the very middle of the street. A few steps from the beginning of the ravine stands a small quadrangular hut covered with thatch. This is the Prytynny tavern. It is visited much more readily than other establishments, and the reason for this is the kisser Nikolai Ivanovich. This unusually fat, gray-haired man with a swollen face and cunningly good-natured eyes has been living in Kotlovka for more than 20 years. Not distinguished by either special courtesy or talkativeness, he has the gift of attracting guests and knows a lot about everything that is interesting to a Russian person. He knows about everything that happens in the district, but he never blurts out.

Neighbors Nikolai Ivanovich enjoys respect and influence. He is married and has children. His wife is a brisk, sharp-nosed and quick-eyed petty-bourgeois woman, Nikolai Ivanovich relies on her in everything, and the screaming drunkards are afraid of her. The children of Nikolai Ivanych went to their parents - smart and healthy guys.

It was a hot July day when I, tormented by thirst, went up to the Prytynny tavern. Suddenly, a tall, gray-haired man appeared on the threshold of the tavern and began to call someone, waving his arms. He was answered by a short, fat and lame man with a sly expression, nicknamed Morgach. From a conversation between Morgach and his friend Stupid, I understood that a competition of singers was being started in the tavern. The best singer in the neighborhood, Yashka Turk, will show his skills.

Quite a lot of people had already gathered in the tavern, including Yashka, a thin and slender man of about 23 with big gray eyes and light blond curls. Near him stood a broad-shouldered man in his 40s with shiny black hair and a fiercely thoughtful expression on his Tatar face. They called him Wild Barin. Opposite him sat Yashka's rival, a hawker from Zhizdra, a stout, short man of about 30, pockmarked and curly-haired, with a blunt nose, brown eyes, and a thin beard. The Wild Master was in charge of the action.

Before describing the competition, I want to say a few words about those gathered in the tavern. Evgraf Ivanov, or Stupid, was a bachelor on a spree. He could neither sing nor dance, but not a single drinking party could do without him - his presence was endured as a necessary evil. Morgach's past was unclear, they only knew that he was a coachman for a mistress, got into clerks, was released and became rich. This is an experienced person in his own mind, not good and not evil. His entire family consists of a son who took after his father. Yakov, descended from a captured Turkish woman, was an artist at heart, and by rank he was a scooper at a paper mill. No one knew where the Wild Barin (Perevlesov) came from and how he lives. This gloomy man lived without needing anyone, and enjoyed great influence. He did not drink wine, did not know women, and passionately loved singing.

The hawker sang first. He sang a dance song with endless decorations and transitions, which caused the smile of the Wild Master and the stormy approval of the rest of the listeners. Jacob began with excitement. There was a deep passion in his voice, and youth, and strength, and sweetness, and a fascinatingly careless, sad sorrow. The Russian soul sounded in him and grabbed his heart. Everyone had tears in their eyes. The contractor himself admitted defeat.

I left the pub, so as not to spoil the impression, got to the hayloft and fell into a dead sleep. In the evening, when I woke up, in the tavern they were already celebrating Yashka's victory with might and main. I turned away and began to descend from the hill on which Kotlovka lies.

The small village of Kolotovka lies on the slope of a bare hill, dissected by a deep ravine that winds along the very middle of the street. A few steps from the beginning of the ravine stands a small quadrangular hut covered with thatch. This is the Prytynny tavern. It is visited much more readily than other establishments, and the reason for this is the kisser Nikolai Ivanovich. This unusually fat, gray-haired man with a swollen face and cunningly good-natured eyes has been living in Kolotovka for more than 20 years. Not distinguished by any particular courtesy or talkativeness, he has the gift of attracting guests and knows a lot about everything that is interesting to a Russian person. He knows about everything that happens in the area, but he never blurts out.

Neighbors Nikolai Ivanovich enjoys respect and influence. He is married and has children. His wife is a brisk, sharp-nosed and quick-eyed bourgeois, Nikolai Ivanovich relies on her in everything, and drunkards-screamers are afraid of her. The children of Nikolai Ivanovich went to their parents - smart and healthy guys.

It was a hot July day when I, tormented by thirst, went up to the Prytynny tavern. Suddenly, a tall, gray-haired man appeared on the threshold of the tavern and began to call someone, waving his arms. He was answered by a short, fat and lame man with a sly expression, nicknamed Morgach. From a conversation between Morgach and his friend Stupid, I understood that a competition of singers was being started in the tavern. The best singer in the neighborhood, Yashka Turk, will show his skills.

Quite a lot of people had already gathered in the tavern, including Yashka, a thin and slender man of about 23 with big gray eyes and light blond curls. Near him stood a broad-shouldered man in his 40s with shiny black hair and a fiercely thoughtful expression on his Tatar face. They called him Wild Barin. Opposite him sat Yashka's rival, a hawker from Zhizdra, a stout, short man of about 30, pockmarked and curly-haired, with a blunt nose, brown eyes, and a thin beard. The Wild Master was in charge of the action.

Before describing the competition, I want to say a few words about those gathered in the tavern. Evgraf Ivanov, or Stupid, was a bachelor on a spree. He could neither sing nor dance, but not a single drinking party could do without him - his presence was endured as a necessary evil. Morgach's past was unclear, they only knew that he was a coachman for a mistress, got into clerks, was released and became rich. This is an experienced person in his own mind, not good and not evil. His whole family consists of a son who went to his father. Yakov, descended from a captured Turkish woman, was an artist at heart, and by rank he was a scooper at a paper mill. No one knew where the Wild Barin (Perevlesov) came from and how he lives. This gloomy man lived without needing anyone, and enjoyed great influence. He did not drink wine, did not know women, and passionately loved singing.

The hawker sang first. He sang a dance song with endless decorations and transitions, which caused the smile of the Wild Master and the stormy approval of the rest of the listeners. Jacob began with excitement. There was a deep passion in his voice, and youth, and strength, and sweetness, and a fascinatingly careless, sad sorrow. The Russian soul sounded in him and grabbed his heart. Everyone had tears in their eyes. The contractor himself admitted defeat.

So as not to spoil the impression, I left the tavern, reached the hayloft and fell into a dead sleep. In the evening, when I woke up, in the tavern they were already celebrating Yashka's victory with might and main. I turned away and began to descend the hill on which Kolotovka lies.

Summary of Turgenev's story "Singers"

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Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev

"Singers"

The small village of Kotlovka lies on the slope of a bare hill, dissected by a deep ravine that winds along the very middle of the street. A few steps from the beginning of the ravine stands a small quadrangular hut covered with thatch. This is the Prytynny tavern. It is visited much more readily than other establishments, and the reason for this is the kisser Nikolai Ivanovich. This unusually fat, gray-haired man with a swollen face and cunningly good-natured eyes has been living in Kotlovka for more than 20 years. Not distinguished by either special courtesy or talkativeness, he has the gift of attracting guests and knows a lot about everything that is interesting to a Russian person. He knows about everything that happens in the district, but he never blurts out.

Neighbors Nikolai Ivanovich enjoys respect and influence. He is married and has children. His wife is a brisk, sharp-nosed and quick-eyed petty-bourgeois woman, Nikolai Ivanovich relies on her in everything, and the screaming drunkards are afraid of her. The children of Nikolai Ivanovich went to their parents - smart and healthy guys.

It was a hot July day when I, tormented by thirst, went up to the Prytynny tavern. Suddenly, a tall, gray-haired man appeared on the threshold of the tavern and began to call someone, waving his arms. He was answered by a short, fat and lame man with a sly expression, nicknamed Morgach. From a conversation between Morgach and his friend Stupid, I understood that a competition of singers was being started in the tavern. The best singer in the neighborhood, Yashka Turk, will show his skills.

Quite a lot of people had already gathered in the tavern, including Yashka, a thin and slender man of about 23 with big gray eyes and light blond curls. Near him stood a broad-shouldered man in his 40s with shiny black hair and a fiercely thoughtful expression on his Tatar face. They called him Wild Barin. Opposite him sat Yashka's rival, a hawker from Zhizdra, a stout, short man of about 30, pockmarked and curly-haired, with a blunt nose, brown eyes, and a thin beard. The Wild Master was in charge of the action.

Before describing the competition, I want to say a few words about those gathered in the tavern. Evgraf Ivanov, or Stupid, was a bachelor on a spree. He could neither sing nor dance, but not a single drinking party could do without him - his presence was endured as a necessary evil. Morgach's past was unclear, they only knew that he was a coachman for a mistress, got into clerks, was released and became rich. This is an experienced person in his own mind, not good and not evil. His entire family consists of a son who took after his father. Yakov, descended from a captured Turkish woman, was an artist at heart, and by rank he was a scooper at a paper mill. No one knew where the Wild Barin (Perevlesov) came from and how he lives. This gloomy man lived without needing anyone, and enjoyed great influence. He did not drink wine, did not know women, and passionately loved singing.

The hawker sang first. He sang a dance song with endless decorations and transitions, which caused the smile of the Wild Master and the stormy approval of the rest of the listeners. Jacob began with excitement. There was a deep passion in his voice, and youth, and strength, and sweetness, and a fascinatingly careless, sad sorrow. The Russian soul sounded in him and grabbed his heart. Everyone had tears in their eyes. The contractor himself admitted defeat.

I left the pub, so as not to spoil the impression, got to the hayloft and fell into a dead sleep. In the evening, when I woke up, in the tavern they were already celebrating Yashka's victory with might and main. I turned away and began to descend from the hill on which Kotlovka lies. retold Yulia Peskovaya

On the edge of the village of Kotlovka, located on a hillside, there is a tavern "Pritynny" - a small thatched hut. This is a place beloved by the villagers, where the kisser Nikolai Ivanovich, a fat man with a swollen face, who has lived in Kotlovka for more than twenty years, is in charge. He knows how to attract guests and can carry on a conversation on any topic that excites a Russian person, and he knows how to keep his mouth shut. He is respected by his neighbors. His wife is a strong and lively woman, able to calm unbridled drunkards. They have two children.

On the threshold of the tavern Oboldui, a gray-haired peasant, waving his arms, called someone. Morgach approached him - a small, fat and lame man with slyness on his face. From his conversation with Oboldui, it became clear that a competition of singers would take place in the tavern - Yashka Turk would show his skills in singing.

There are a lot of people in the pub. Yashka Turk is also there - a slender guy with fair-haired curls and big gray eyes, twenty-three years old. Nearby stood Wild Barin, a 40-year-old man with a ferocious Tatar face. Opposite is Yashka's rival, a hawker from Zhizdra, a short and stocky 30-year-old man with a blunt nose and a thin beard. The Wild Barin led the review.

Gathered in a pub different people. There was also the drunken bachelor Oboldui, without whom not a single drunkenness took place, the former coachman of the mistress Morgach, who received his freedom and became rich. Yakov is the son of a captive Turkish woman, a paper mill worker. And about the non-drinking Wild Master, a lover of songs, no one knew anything, although he enjoyed great influence.

The hawker began the competition with a performance of a cheerful dance song, with shades of overflows and transitions in dashing singing, which the listeners approved with a smile. Then came the turn of Yashka, who excitedly began to sing his spiritual song. A young and strong voice was heard, permeated with deep sad sorrow, which caused involuntary tears in the eyes of the thoughtful listeners. The contractor admitted his defeat.

Until late, people walked in the Prytynny tavern, celebrating the victory of Yashka the Turk.