Chapter summary is a great way to prepare for a responsible lesson. The retelling of Literaguru reflects all the main events in an exact chronological sequence, without distorting the plot. The narration comes from the first person, we also keep it unchanged.
I chapter
In the memories - an early warm autumn. It all starts back in August, when warm rain covers the sown fields. In September, at the height of Indian summer, all fields are covered with cobwebs. In the morning, the smell of freshly fallen leaves is felt, a feeling of fresh coolness envelops a new day. It smells of honey and, of course, Antonov apples. The air is clean, the whole garden is covered with autumn gold.
A rumble is heard from afar: gardeners are preparing apples for shipment to the city. And you must do this at night in order to lie on a cart and contemplate a beautiful stellar canvas in the sky. Gardeners do not spare their harvest: the hired worker eats apples one after another, and the master only pushes him: "Eat your fill, there is nothing to do!".
A long path is visible from the garden, leading to a high hut. There the bourgeoisie arranged their household. Here the smell of Antonov apples is felt especially strongly. During the holidays, a fair is organized near the house. A lot of people are gathering: girls-odnodorki in sundresses, boys in white shirts. All are elegant and cheerful, until the evening, the hut continues with songs and dances.
Twilight is approaching, it becomes frosty. You wander tired for dinner, and voices are heard throughout the village. It smells of fire in the garden, a fire burns near the hut. In the dark, barely visible silhouettes are visible. Someone is calling from the gloom: "Is that you, barchuk?" The earth trembles - this is passing a passenger train.
Stars are burning in the black sky. You will already feel very tired and you will hastily go to the house. Cold, dew - how good it is to live!
II chapter
If the apples are well spoiled, then the bread will rise well. You wake up at the dawn, you can’t hold on and immediately order to sit the horse - to hunt. Wash yourself in the pond, immediately all fatigue and laziness leaves. You will have breakfast with brown bread and potatoes and hit the road.
Autumn is a holiday season. At this time of year, the village looks special. People live here for a long time, you can often hear ironic lamentations: “And when will you die, Pankrat?” The houses in the village were also stately and perennial, bees were planted in the yards, iron doors were in the barns, and crosses were burned on the gates.
I did not find serfdom, but I felt it with Aunt Anna Gerasimovna. Her estate was small, but very strong, with tall birches growing around. Old men and women peeped out of the room, the cook was somewhat reminiscent of Don Quixote. Each of them, just seeing me, bowed low. The garden of Anna Gerasimovna was known for its nightingales and apples. It’s a great feeling to be there under the autumn sky.
The house is cool, and there is always a treat on the table. It turns out the aunt herself, a shawl is thrown over her shoulders. The windows are open, freshness from the garden.
Chapter III
In recent years, only hunting has supported the life of old landowners. Life has already gone out of many estates, they have become empty and have become worthless.
At the beginning of October, our gardens were impoverished, the weather was getting worse. Rainy and windy, clouds gathered in the evening, turning the weather into a downpour with a storm. But by morning the sky was clear again. "It's time to hunt!"
At the estate Arseny Semenych only talk about hunting, people have lunch and drink. Dogs everywhere: a black greyhound climbs onto the table and tries to eat up leftover food. Arseny Semenych comes out of his office with a gun: There is nothing to lose golden time! ”
This amazing feeling is to ride a horse in the forest surrounded by other hunters, as if you are merging together with your horse, and he snorts and wants to go trotting. Do you hear dogs barking and after a moment - a booming shot.
It also happened that the hunt lasted several days. Leave in the morning, and return late in the evening, everyone begins to drink. Someone talks about their successes, and someone shares with others his impressions of the dead wolf. The next day again - hunting.
Happened and oversleep the hunt. Then you go out into the garden, grab an apple, it will seem incredibly tasty. After that, you will take over the old grandfather's books: Voltaire, Pushkin, Batyushkov. The paper in the books turned yellow, and the pages themselves smell incredibly pleasant.
Chapter IV
And now the smell of Antonov apples finally leaves the estate. All centenarians in the village have already died. A new time is coming - the time of small ones. But such a life - beggarly and petty-local - is also good!
I again remember myself in the village, again harness the horse and leave for the field. You will return in the evening, it’s warm and pleasant in your soul. It smells of smoke, a stove is being heated in a remote room, and preparations are being made for dinner in the kitchen. Sometimes a neighbor will drop by and offer to go to his estate. And such a life is good!
Small wake up very early. He gets out of bed, twists himself a cigarette from the shag, puts on his boots and goes out onto the porch. He is immediately surrounded by dogs, the master breathes deeply and looks at the cloudy sky.
Threshing begins. The drover whips the horses, the girls run with a stretcher. The work is underway, the first batch of straw flies into the drum, it makes a loud noise.
And here is the first snow! All small ones come to each other to estates, drink all the remaining money, work every day in the snow-covered fields. They gather in the evening: someone tunes the guitar and starts the song. After some time, others carefully, as if in jest, pick up the motive. And just a few minutes later from the outbuilding in a deaf village a quiet, but very sincere, with some sadness, singing is heard.
