Vitka Borzenkov went to the market in the regional town, sold lard for one hundred and fifty rubles (he was going to get married, he desperately needed money) and went to a wine stall to “lubricate” a glass or two of red. A young girl came up and asked: “Let me light a cigarette.” “Hangover?” - Vitka asked directly. “Well,” the girl also answered simply. “And there’s no reason to have a hangover, right?” - "Do you have?" Vitka bought more. We drank. Both felt good. "Maybe some more?" - Vitka asked. “Not here. You can come to me." In Vitka’s chest, something like that—sweetly slippery—wagged its tail. The girl's house turned out to be clean - curtains, tablecloths on the tables. A girlfriend appeared. The wine was spilled. Vitka kissed the girl right at the table, and she seemed to push her away, but she clung to her and hugged her by the neck. Vitka doesn’t remember what happened next - how it was cut off. I woke up late in the evening under some fence. My head was buzzing and my mouth was dry. I searched my pockets - there was no money. And by the time he reached the bus station, he had accumulated so much anger at the city scoundrels, he hated them so much that even the pain in his head subsided. At the bus station, Vitka bought another bottle, drank it all straight from the neck and threw it into the park. “People can sit there,” they told him. Vitka took out his navy belt and wrapped it around his hand, leaving the heavy badge free. “Are there people in this lousy little town?” And a fight began. The police came running, Vitka foolishly hit one of them on the head with a plaque. The policeman fell... And he was taken to the bullpen.

Vitkin’s mother learned about the misfortune the next day from the local police officer. Vitka was her fifth son, she gave him the last of her strength, having received a funeral for her husband from the war, and he grew up strong, well-behaved, and kind. One problem: when he drinks, he becomes a fool. “What does he have to do with this now?” - "Jail. They can give me five years.” The mother rushed into the area. Having crossed the threshold of the police, the mother fell to her knees and began to wail: “You are my dear angels, but your reasonable little heads!.. Forgive him, the damned one!” “You get up, get up, this is not a church,” they told her. - Look at your son’s belt - you can kill him like that. Your son sent three people to the hospital. We have no right to let such people go.” - “Who should I go to now?” - “Go to the prosecutor.” The prosecutor began the conversation with her affectionately: “How many of you children grew up in your father’s family?” “Sixteen, father.” - "Here! And they obeyed their father. And why? He didn’t let anyone down, and everyone saw that he couldn’t do any harm. It’s the same in society - we’ll let one get away with it, others will start.” The mother only understood that this one also disliked her son. “Father, is there anyone taller than you?” - "Eat. And more. It is useless to contact them. No one will cancel the trial." - “At least allow me a meeting with my son.” - "It's possible".

With the paper issued by the prosecutor, the mother again went to the police. Everything in her eyes became foggy and blurred, she cried silently, wiping her tears with the ends of a handkerchief, but she walked quickly as usual. “Well, what about the prosecutor?” - the police asked her. “He told me to go to the regional organizations,” the mother lied. “And here we go for a date.” She handed over the paper. The police chief was a little surprised, and the mother, noticing this, thought: “Ah.” She felt better. During the night, Vitka became haggard and overgrown - it’s painful to watch. And the mother suddenly stopped understanding that there is a police, a court, a prosecutor, a prison in the world... Her child sat next to her, guilty, helpless. With her wise heart, she understood the despair oppressing her son’s soul. “Everything is ashes! My whole life has gone upside down!” - “It’s like you’ve already been convicted! - said the mother reproachfully. - Immediately - life is upside down. You’re kind of weak... Would you at least first ask: where have I been, what have I achieved?” - “Where were you?” - “At the prosecutor’s place... Let him say, as long as he doesn’t worry, let him get all thoughts out of his head... We, they say, can’t do anything here ourselves, because we don’t have the right. And you, they say, don’t waste time, but sit down and go to the regional organizations... In a minute, I’ll get home, I’ll take a reference about you. And just pray in your mind. Nothing, you are baptized. We will come in from all sides. Most importantly, don’t think that everything is upside down now.”

The mother got up from the bunk, finely crossed her son and whispered with just her lips: “Christ save you.” She walked along the corridor and again saw nothing because of her tears. It was getting creepy. But the mother acted. Her thoughts were already in the village, wondering what she needed to do before leaving, what papers to take. She knew that stopping and falling into despair was death. Late in the evening she boarded the train and went. “Nothing, good people will help.” She believed that they would help.

Vitka went to the market in the regional town, sold lard for one hundred and fifty rubles (he was getting married, he desperately needed money) and went to a wine stall to “lubricate” a glass or two of red. A young girl came up and asked: “Let me light a cigarette.” “Hangover?” – Vitka asked directly. “Well,” the girl also answered simply. “And there’s no reason to have a hangover, right?” - "Do you have?" Vitka bought more. We drank. Both felt good. "Maybe some more?" – Vitka asked. “Not here. You can come to me.” In Vitka's chest

Something sweet and slippery wagged its tail. The girl's house turned out to be clean - curtains, tablecloths on the tables. A girlfriend appeared. The wine was spilled. Vitka kissed the girl right at the table, and she seemed to push her away, but she clung to her and hugged her by the neck.

Vitka doesn’t remember what happened next – how he was cut off. I woke up late in the evening under some fence. My head was buzzing and my mouth was dry. I searched my pockets - there was no money. And by the time he reached the bus station, he had accumulated so much anger at the city scoundrels, he hated them so much that even the pain in his head subsided. At the bus station Vitka bought another bottle and drank it all straight

From the neck and threw it into the park. “People can sit there,” they told him. Vitka took out his navy belt and wrapped it around his hand, leaving the heavy badge free. “Are there people in this lousy little town?” And a fight began. The police came running, Vitka foolishly hit one of them on the head with a plaque. The policeman fell... And he was taken to the bullpen.

Vitkin’s mother learned about the misfortune the next day from the local police officer. Vitka was her fifth son, she gave him the last of her strength, having received a funeral for her husband from the war, and he grew up strong, well-behaved, and kind. One problem: when he drinks, he becomes a fool. “What does he have to do with this now?” - "Jail. They can give me five years.” Mother rushed

To the area. Having crossed the threshold of the police, the mother fell to her knees and began to wail: “You are my dear angels, and your intelligent little heads!.. Forgive him, the damned one!” “You get up, get up, this is not a church,” they told her. - Look at your son’s belt - you can kill him like that. Your son sent three people to the hospital. We have no right to let such people go.” - “Who should I go to now?” - “Go to the prosecutor.” The prosecutor began the conversation with her affectionately: “There are a lot of you children in the family.”

Did your father grow up? “Sixteen, father.” - "Here! And they obeyed their father. And why? He didn’t let anyone down, and everyone saw that he couldn’t do any harm. It’s the same in society – let’s let one get away with it, others will start.” The mother only understood that this one also disliked her son. “Father, is there anyone taller than you?” - "Eat. And more. It is useless to contact them. No one will cancel the trial.” - “At least allow me a meeting with my son.” - "It's possible".

With the paper issued by the prosecutor, the mother again went to the police. Everything in her eyes became foggy and blurred, she cried silently, wiping her tears with the ends of a handkerchief, but she walked quickly as usual. “Well, what about the prosecutor?” – the police asked her. “He told me to go to the regional organizations,” the mother lied. “And here we go for a date.” She handed over the paper. The police chief was a little surprised, and the mother, noticing this, thought: “Ah-ah.” She felt better. During the night, Vitka became haggard and overgrown - it’s painful to watch. And the mother suddenly stopped understanding that there is a police, a court, a prosecutor, a prison in the world... Her child sat next to her, guilty, helpless. With her wise heart, she understood the despair oppressing her son’s soul. “Everything is ashes! My whole life has gone upside down!” - “It’s like you’ve already been convicted! - said the mother reproachfully. – Immediately – life is upside down. You are kind of weak... Would you at least first ask: where have I been, what have I achieved?” - “Where were you?” - “At the prosecutor's... Let him say, as long as he doesn't worry, let him get all thoughts out of his head... We, they say, can't do anything here ourselves, because we don't have the right. And you, they say, don’t waste time, but sit down and go to the regional organizations... In a minute, I’ll get home, I’ll take a reference about you. And just pray in your mind. Nothing, you are baptized. We will come in from all sides. Most importantly, don’t think that everything is upside down now.”

The mother got up from the bunk, finely crossed her son and whispered with just her lips: “Christ save you.” She walked along the corridor and again saw nothing because of her tears. It was getting creepy. But the mother acted. Her thoughts were already in the village, wondering what she needed to do before leaving, what papers to take. She knew that stopping and falling into despair was death. Late in the evening she boarded the train and went. “Nothing, good people will help.” She believed that they would help.

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Vitka Borzenkov went to the market in the regional town, sold lard for one hundred and fifty rubles (he was going to get married, he desperately needed money) and went to a wine stall to “lubricate” a glass or two of red. A young girl came up and asked: “Let me light a cigarette.” “Hangover?” - Vitka asked directly. “Well,” the girl also answered simply. “And there’s no reason to have a hangover, right?” - "Do you have?" Vitka bought more. We drank. Both felt good. "Maybe some more?" - Vitka asked. “Not here. You can come to me." In Vitka’s chest, something like that—sweetly slippery—wagged its tail. The girl's house turned out to be clean - curtains, tablecloths on the tables. A girlfriend appeared. The wine was spilled. Vitka kissed the girl right at the table, and she seemed to push her away, but she clung to her and hugged her by the neck. Vitka doesn’t remember what happened next - how it was cut off. I woke up late in the evening under some fence. My head was buzzing and my mouth was dry. I searched my pockets - there was no money. And by the time he reached the bus station, he had accumulated so much anger at the city scoundrels, he hated them so much that even the pain in his head subsided. At the bus station, Vitka bought another bottle, drank it all straight from the neck and threw it into the park. “People can sit there,” they told him. Vitka took out his navy belt and wrapped it around his hand, leaving the heavy badge free. “Are there people in this lousy little town?” And a fight began. The police came running, Vitka foolishly hit one of them on the head with a plaque. The policeman fell... And he was taken to the bullpen.

Vitkin’s mother learned about the misfortune the next day from the local police officer. Vitka was her fifth son, she gave him the last of her strength, having received a funeral for her husband from the war, and he grew up strong, well-behaved, and kind. One problem: when he drinks, he becomes a fool. “What does he have to do with this now?” - "Jail. They can give me five years.” The mother rushed into the area. Having crossed the threshold of the police, the mother fell to her knees and began to wail: “You are my dear angels, but your reasonable little heads!.. Forgive him, the damned one!” “You get up, get up, this is not a church,” they told her. - Look at your son’s belt - you can kill him like that. Your son sent three people to the hospital. We have no right to let such people go.” - “Who should I go to now?” - “Go to the prosecutor.” The prosecutor began the conversation with her affectionately: “How many of you children grew up in your father’s family?” “Sixteen, father.” - "Here! And they obeyed their father. And why? He didn’t let anyone down, and everyone saw that he couldn’t do any harm. It’s the same in society - we’ll let one get away with it, others will start.” The mother only understood that this one also disliked her son. “Father, is there anyone taller than you?” - "Eat. And more. It is useless to contact them. No one will cancel the trial." - “At least allow me a meeting with my son.” - "It's possible".

With the paper issued by the prosecutor, the mother again went to the police. Everything in her eyes became foggy and blurred, she cried silently, wiping her tears with the ends of a handkerchief, but she walked quickly as usual. “Well, what about the prosecutor?” - the police asked her. “He told me to go to the regional organizations,” the mother lied. “And here we go for a date.” She handed over the paper. The police chief was a little surprised, and the mother, noticing this, thought: “Ah.” She felt better. During the night, Vitka became haggard and overgrown - it’s painful to watch. And the mother suddenly stopped understanding that there is a police, a court, a prosecutor, a prison in the world... Her child sat next to her, guilty, helpless. With her wise heart, she understood the despair oppressing her son’s soul. “Everything is ashes! My whole life has gone upside down!” - “It’s like you’ve already been convicted! - said the mother reproachfully. - Immediately - life is upside down. You’re kind of weak... Would you at least first ask: where have I been, what have I achieved?” - “Where were you?” - “At the prosecutor’s place... Let him say, as long as he doesn’t worry, let him get all thoughts out of his head... We, they say, can’t do anything here ourselves, because we don’t have the right. And you, they say, don’t waste time, but sit down and go to the regional organizations... In a minute, I’ll get home, I’ll take a reference about you. And just pray in your mind. Nothing, you are baptized. We will come in from all sides. Most importantly, don’t think that everything is upside down now.”

The mother got up from the bunk, finely crossed her son and whispered with just her lips: “Christ save you.” She walked along the corridor and again saw nothing because of her tears. It was getting creepy. But the mother acted. Her thoughts were already in the village, wondering what she needed to do before leaving, what papers to take. She knew that stopping and falling into despair was death. Late in the evening she boarded the train and went. “Nothing, good people will help.” She believed that they would help.

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V. M. Shukshin, “Maternal Heart”: analysis. “A Mother’s Heart” (Shukshin V. M.): plot and characters of the story

What could be stronger than love? Only mother's love. The Soviet writer, screenwriter and director dedicated a small work to this feeling, the depth of which can be revealed artistic analysis. Shukshin created “Mother’s Heart” with the extraordinary skill of an artist capable of hearing even the subtlest strings of the human soul.

What is Shukshin's story about?

Where can you start your analysis? Shukshin began “A Mother’s Heart” with a sad story from the life of a simple village guy. His name was Vitka Borzenkov. It’s worth starting to characterize the image of this hero by outlining summary and artistic analysis. Shukshin called the mother's heart wise, not failing to note that it does not recognize any logic. What the author meant can be understood by reading the story.

Simple village guy

Vitka was going to get married, and therefore he needed money urgently. Then, in order to get funds for the wedding, he went to the city to sell lard. In the story, this hero does not play the main role. The image of Vitka’s mother is significant. However, the character of this woman is revealed precisely thanks to the story that happened to her son.

Vitya Borzenkov is a typical villager. He is good-natured, not particularly purposeful, and loves to drink. In a state of intoxication, he sometimes loses control over himself, which can lead to dire consequences. Something similar happened to him during the trip. This is a characteristic of the main character of the story, without which it is impossible to make a general artistic analysis. Shukshin, however, dedicated “A Mother’s Heart” not to Borzenkov’s misadventures, but to the boundless love that his mother felt for him.

In the city

He sold the lard, but due to his naivety, he became a victim of scammers who got him drunk and then robbed him completely. It is worth saying that when an unfamiliar girl approached him at the market, he very willingly talked to her. Then, no less willingly, Vitka accepted the offer to pass the time with a bottle of fortified wine. These actions characterize the hero as an extremely frivolous person. After all, he didn’t even remember that his bride was waiting for him at home, for whose sake this trip to the city was made.

rude awakening

When the next day Vitka woke up somewhere far from Rita’s house (that was the name of his new acquaintance), his head was pounding terribly. There was no money. But he still found a chervonets in his secret pocket. What happened next served to reveal the simple female character to whom Shukshin dedicated “A Mother’s Heart.” The analysis of the work should be continued with the characterization of Vitka’s mother.

After Borzenkov realized what had happened, he became angry with everyone: with Rita, with the city and with the whole world. That’s why he spent his last ten rubles on drinks, after which he started a fight in which several people were injured. There was even a police officer among them. Vitka was sent to the bullpen, and his mother arrived in the city as soon as she learned about the trouble in which her beloved son found himself. The following describes the characteristics main character and analysis of Shukshin's story.

Mother's heart

Vitka’s mother became a widow early on and gave birth to five children, but only three survived. In the work, Shukshin portrayed a typical image of a Russian village woman. “A Mother’s Heart,” the analysis of which is, first of all, a characterization of the heroine, tells the story of a mother’s desire to free her son from prison no matter what. She is not interested in Vitka’s obvious guilt. She doesn't think about the people who ended up in the hospital because of him. She is guided only by what her love tells her. And that's the point main idea, which Shukshin introduced into the story. “Mother’s heart”, the analysis of which should be done based on the specific communication of a woman with employees law enforcement, is a story about extraordinary activity, strength, and perseverance.

In the police

When she arrived at the department, they were just discussing a recent incident. How did Shukshin depict a mother's heart? Analysis of the work allows us to conclude that this concept, although abstract, is applicable to the extraordinary power that only a woman can possess. Moreover, only the one whose child was in trouble. It does not matter how old this child is, whether he is a criminal or a decent person. When analyzing Shukshin’s story “A Mother’s Heart,” you should pay attention to the scene at the police station. Vitka’s mother came in, immediately fell to her knees and began to wail loudly.

At the prosecutor's

Police officers are people who are not prone to pity. But even they began to complain and advised the woman to visit the prosecutor. What idea did Vasily Shukshin devote to “A Mother’s Heart”? Analysis of the story suggests that this is a work about the difficult fate of women, which can only be helped by boundless love for children and blind hope for human sympathy and understanding.

The prosecutor showed firmness and was not imbued with the touching story about the kindness of Vitka, who “wouldn’t hurt a fly.” But this time the mother did not give up, and only concluded that this man was “offended for his own.” Having obtained permission to visit her son, she went back to the police.

Conversation with my son

On the way, Vitka’s mother thought about how she would go to regional organizations. All her life she hoped for help and understanding from people. She had nothing more to trust. She wiped her tears and cried silently, but did not slow down. All her life Vitka Borzenkova’s mother did nothing but try to cope with her hero. Faith in her life lived indestructibly in her soul. good people that will help.

She never once thought that her son had committed a crime, that there was a law that one could not turn a blind eye to. And when I saw him thinner and haggard, suddenly both the police and the ruthless prosecutor ceased to exist in the world. The mother realized how terrible a misfortune had befallen her son, and now knew for sure that only she could save him.

To regional authorities

Seeing his helplessness, she began to describe everything in rainbow colors. Both the police and the prosecutor allegedly advised her to go to the regional authorities. The mother told me and believed it herself that they were not at all against letting Vitka out, but they just didn’t have the rights. But there, in the regional center, there are people on whom everything depends. They won’t leave Vitya in trouble. At parting, the mother advised her son to pray, saying: “We will come in from all sides.” And then she left the cell and walked, again not seeing anything in front of her because of her tears. She had to hurry, and now she knew for sure that if necessary, she would go through all the authorities, but would rescue her son. She will go to regional organizations even on foot, if necessary, but Vitya will be released.

This is the summary of the story created by V. M. Shukshin. “A Mother’s Heart,” the analysis of which was presented in this article, is dedicated to all-consuming maternal love.

Shukshin Vasily

Mother's heart

Vasily Shukshin

Mother's heart

Vitka Borzenkov went to the market in the regional town, sold lard for one hundred and fifty rubles (he was going to get married, he desperately needed money), went to a wine stall to “lubricate” a glass or two of red, then went out and lit a cigarette...

A young girl came up and asked:

Let me light a cigarette

Vitka let her light a cigarette from his cigarette, and he looked with interest at the girl’s face - young, swollen, fingers shaking.

Hangover? - Vitka asked directly,

“Well,” the girl also answered simply and directly, taking a puff of Belomorina with pleasure.

Do you have?

(Never, for any reason, would Vitka have thought that the girl was specifically watching him when he was selling lard, and that she simply waylaid him at the stall.)

Let's go, get better. - Vitka liked the girl - pretty, slender... And her swelling and especially the frankness with which she admitted her inadequacy even somehow excited me.

They went into a stall... Vitka took a bottle of red, two glasses... He drank a glass and a half himself, and generously poured the rest to the girl. They went out onto the porch again, lit a cigarette, Vitka felt good, the girl too, they both felt good.

Do you live here?

“Right here, not far,” the girl nodded, “Thank you, it’s become easier.”

Maybe you want more?

Actually, it’s possible... But not here,

Can you come to me, there is no one at home...

In Vitka’s chest, something so sweetly slithery wagged its tail. It was still early, and it took an hour and a half to get to Vitka’s village by bus - he could do everything in time.

“I also have a girlfriend there,” the girl suggested, when Vitka was wondering how much to take. That’s why he took: one white and two red.

We’ll overcome it with a snack,” he decided. - Is there anything to eat?

We left the market like old friends.

Why did you come?

I sold the lard... I need money, I'm getting married.

I'm getting married. Stop babbling. - It’s strange, Vitka didn’t even think that he was doing wrong in relation to the bride - he goes somewhere with an unfamiliar girl, and he feels good with her, better than with the bride - more interesting.

Good girl?

How can I tell you?.. Homely. The hostess will be good.

What about love?

How can I tell you?.. Like it used to be - something like that was washed away here with boiling water - there is no such thing. So... You have to get married someday.

Don't miss. Then you will be... Unattached, but you will squeal.

In general, we talked in this spirit and came to the girl’s house. (Her name was Rita.) Vitka didn’t even notice how they got there and how they walked - which alleys. The house is like a house - old, dark, but it will still stand for seventy years, and it won’t die.

The room (there are three of them) is clean, curtains, tablecloths on the tables are cozy. Vitka completely perked up.

“Chic-glitter-tru-la-la,” he always thought when life promised quick joy.

Where's the girlfriend?

I'll go get her now. Will you sit?

I'll sit. Just hurry up, okay?

Turn on the radio so you don't get bored. I quickly.

Why is it so easy and good for Vitka with this girl? Five minutes are familiar, and... Well, life! The girl has sad, thoughtful, intelligent eyes. Vitka suddenly feels sorry for the girl, then wants to squeeze her in his arms.

Rita left. Vitka began to walk around the room, but did not turn on the radio: without the radio, his heart beat in joyful anticipation.

Then Vitka remembers: Rita’s friend came - worse, older, shabby and feigned. She started chattering right away and began to tell me that she had once been in the circus, “she worked as a rubber.” Then they drank... Vitka kissed Rita right there at the table, her friend laughed approvingly, and Rita weakly hit Vitka on the shoulder with her hand, as if pushing her away, and she clung to her and hugged him around the neck.

“This is life!” Vitka’s hot head tossed and turned, “This is a seething infection. Well done!”

Then Vitka doesn’t remember anything - how he was cut off. I woke up late in the evening under some fence... For a long time I painfully wondered where he was, what had happened. My head was throbbing, my temples were falling out from the pain. Everything in my mouth was dry and caked. Somehow I remembered the girl Rita... And I realized: they had drugged her with something, drugged her and, of course, took her money. The thought of money shook me up a lot. He stood up with difficulty, rummaged through all his pockets: yes, there was no money, Vitka leaned against the fence, looked around... No, there was nothing similar to Rita’s house nearby. Everything is different, completely different houses.

Okay, okay,” he muttered, “I’ll arrange for you...

He didn’t know what he was going to do, he only knew that it wouldn’t end well. Near the bus station, a stall was open until late, and there was always a crowd of people there.

Vitka took a bottle of red, drank it all to the bottom straight from the neck, threw the bottle into the public garden... There were some drunken men next to him, three of them. One told him:

People can sit there too.

Vitka unfastened his naval belt, wrapped the end around his hand, leaving the heavy badge free, like a flail. These three turned up at the right time.

Well?! - Vitka was surprised. “Really people?” Are there people in this lousy little town?

The three looked at each other.

Who do you think is here?

Bitches! You work rubber, right?

Three went at him, Vitka went at three... One immediately fell down from a blow to the head with a plaque, two tried to reach Vitka with their feet or hands, taking care of their heads. Then they shouted:

They're beating our people!

Another five people swooped in... Vitka was hit too: someone hit him on the head with a bottle from behind, but casually - Vitka resisted. His offended soul rejoiced and found lasting peace,

The attackers swore, confusedly crowded around, interfered with each other, advised - Vitka took advantage of this and beat him.

The police came running... They all drove Vitka into a corner - between the stall and the fence. Vitka waved it off. The policemen were allowed forward, and Vitka foolishly hit one on the head with a badge. Vitkin's badge is also scary because inside, in its curvature, lead was poured. The policeman fell... Everyone gasped and was dumbfounded. Vitka realized that something irreparable had happened, threw the belt... Vitka was taken to the bullpen.