When I remember high school, class 5 and 6, literature lessons always come to my mind when we passed the ancient epic, ballads, epics and fairy tales. But besides them, I especially remember two stories.
The first is Edgar Allana with a “frog” or how it is differently translated by “jump-skok”. We were asked to read this story at will, there was no work, a stormy discussion. But I decided to read it. And remained impressed. It causes ambiguous feelings.
I did not know another such amateur to joke like the late king.
It seemed that he only lives. Tell him a good story in
a joking gender, and even well tell, meant to won the right way
Its location. That’s why it turned out that all seven of its ministers
Pravious like jokers. They looked like the king and the fact that everyone was fat,
smooth men, as well as inimitable jokers. Whether people are clumsy from
jokes, or in the dimple itself, something predisposed to
Joking, I could never determine exactly;But, no doubt, skinny
joker – rara avis in terris [rare bird on earth (lat.).sch.
Relative to the frills or, as it expressed, the “curiosity” of wit
The king was very little worried. He especially appreciated the scope of jokes and for him
Muttered with her longs. He would prefer Pantagruel Rabelae Volterov
“Breaking”, and, in general, rough leprosy answered much more to his taste than
Verbal severity.
At the time, to which my narrative belongs, professional jesters
have not yet completely went out of fashion at courtyards. Some of the great continental
"Autocrats" still started joking in stupid caps and appropriate
outfits, and in the service it was charged with at any time to be ready and sharp
crumbs from the royal table.
Our king, of course, did not abandon the "fool". Business c
that he needed something stupid – although in order to balance
the weighty wisdom of the seven sages who served the ministers, not to mention
himself.
His fool, or professional jester, however, was not just a jester. IN
His eyes were tripled by his value by the fact that he was in addition to the dwarf and
cripple. In those days, the dwarfs met at courts as often as jesters;And
Many autocrats would consider it difficult to paint the days (and days at court
stretch somewhat more closely than somewhere else), not having a jester at once, with whom
laugh, and dwarf, who laugh at. But, as I previously noticed, they joke in
ninety -nine cases out of a hundred clumsy fat men – and therefore the king
was a considerable extent pleased with him, for his jumping jump belonging to him (so
the name of the fool) was a triple treasure in one person.
Probably, the name "jump-skok" was not given to him at baptism, but unanimously
assigned seven ministers in view of his inability to move, like all.
The jump-skok was able to move only with jerks, skipping, not to download, not
then wagging, which, according to some, resembled a frog – and the movement is
endlessly entertained and comforted the king, for (despite the fact that his
burst from fat and complacency) The whole yard considered the king a man at least
Where.
But although the jump-slot because of ugly lower extremities could move
only with great difficulty both on the street and in the room, his hands, apparently,
were endowed with amazing force, as if nature decided to compensate for the flaw
His legs, giving him the opportunity to perform all sorts of miracles of dexterity where
would have turned out trees, ropes or all that you can climb. At
it was more like a squirrel or a monkey of similar exercises than
Frog.
I can’t say exactly where he was from, but from some
barbaric region, which no one has ever heard of, very distant from
The court of our king. Jump and a young girl, also a dwarf, only a few
its value is superior (although an elegantly folded and wonderful dancer),
were torn by force from their families in neighboring provinces and sent
as a gift to the king one of his invariably victorious commanders.
It is not surprising that under such circumstances between small
Close friendship ensued by the captives. Very soon they became close
friends. Although the jump-skirt was joking with might and main, they did not like him, and he was not much
I can help the fluff, but it thanks to its grace and charming
Everyone admired the charms, caressed her, so she won a great influence;
and if possible, I used it to the benefit of the jester.
On some big holiday, I don’t remember which one, the king decided
To arrange a masquerade, and when a masquerade or something similar had to be with our
the court, then they usually called for the help of talents and jester and dancer.
The jump-slot was especially inventive in the fabric of all kinds
funny processions, inventing new characters and composing costumes for
masked balls, which seemed to do nothing without his participation
it is forbidden.
The evening scheduled for the festival came up. Under the supervision of fluffs
The luxurious hall was arranged for everyone who could give a shine masquerade. The whole yard
I expected him impatiently. As for costumes and masks, you can safely
assume that everyone came up with something. Many have chosen their roles for
a week, or even in a month;And the situation was so that in this sense everyone accepted
some decision-except the king and seven ministers. Why they fell off, not
I can tell you, except for jokes for. It is more likely that they were difficult
on something to dwell due to its fair thickness. In any case,
time has passed;and in the form of the last means they called the dancer and the jester.
When two little friends appeared at the call of the king, they saw that he
sits and drinks wine with seven ministers;but the sovereign, apparently, was in very
bad mood. He knew that the jump-snap did not like wine;For it
brought a poor freak to almost a frenzy;And the frenzy is not from
pleasant. But His Majesty loved to joke, and he was amused when jumping
He drank and (as the king expressed) "had fun".
“Come here, jumping,” he said, as soon as the jester with his
a friend entered the room-drink this glass for your health
distant friends (here the jump-sighed sighed), and then please us with yours
inventions. We need costumes-you see, costumes for the masquerade-something new, out of the ordinary. This is eternal bored with us
monotony. Well, drink! Wine will clarify your mind.
The jump-snap tried, as usual, to joke, but could not. It happened
so that there was just the birthday of the unfortunate dwarf, and the order to drink for
"Distant friends" caused him tears. Many large, bitter drops fell in
Cup while he took it from the hands of a tyrant.
– A! Ha! Ha! Ha! – the one rumbled when the dwarf with reluctance drained the bowl.
– You see what can make a glass of good wine! Yes, your eyes are right
shining!
Poor! His big eyes sparkled rather, not shiny;For wine
The effect on his easily excitable brain was the action as strong as
instant. He nervously set the cup and circled the gathered half -mad
gaze. Apparently, the successful royal "joke" amused everyone.
“And now to the point,” said the Prime Minister, a very fat man.
“Yes,” the king said. -Come on, jump-skok, help us. We need
Characteristic costumes, well done, you are mine;We all lack a character, everyone!
Ha! Ha! Ha! – And since the king seriously considered it a joke, the seven began him
echo. The jump-skok also laughed, but weakly and as if mechanically. “Well, well,” the king said impatiently, “can you really offer us anything?
“I’m trying to come up with something new,” the dwarf answered absently,
for the wine completely cloudy his mind.
– Trying! – the tyrant shouted fiercely. – What does it mean – trying? A,
Understand. You are not in yourself and you want more wine. Come on, drink! – And he is to the edges
poured a glass and handed the cripple, and he, panting, looked at him dullly.
“Drink, they say to you,” the extinguishing shouted. “Not that, damn me ..
The dwarf hesitated. The king was reddened by rabies. The courtiers giggled.
Pushinka, deadly pale, rushed to the chair of the sovereign and, Paul in front of him on
knees, begged to spare her friend.
For a few moments, the tyrant looked at her, clearly amazed at her insolence.
He seemed to be confused, not knowing what to do or speak, how the best
express your outrage. Finally, without saying a sound, he
threw it away and threw out the contents of the cup filled to the edges of the cup
face.
The unfortunate could barely rise and, not daring to even breathe, returned
in place at the end of the table.
About half a minute such a dead silence reigned that it would be possible
Hear the leaf or feather falling. It was violated by a quiet, but a sharp rattle,
which seemed to come from all angles at once.
– You – you – you – you why? – asked the king, turning furiously
To the jest.
He seemed to have a large extent recovered from intoxication and,
Closely, but calmly looking right in the face of the tyrant, only exclaimed:
– Me, I? Yes, how could I?
“The sound probably went outside,” noted one of the courtiers. -In my opinion, this is a parrot by the window sharpened the beak of cage rod.
“And in fact,” the king answered, as if very reassured by this
assumption – but, I swear by my knightly honor, I was ready to give
the oath that gnashed this tramp grinded his teeth.
Then the dwarf laughed (the king was too overturned to
object to someone’s laughter) and flaunted large, strong and
Very ugly teeth. Moreover, he expressed perfect readiness
drink as much wine as the sovereign pleases. Monarch
calm down;and, having drained without particularly noticeable bad consequences, another cup,
The jump-snap immediately and with enthusiasm took up masquerade plans.
“I don’t know what the connection is,” he remarked, very calmly and with that
I didn’t drink at all, as if at all, but immediately after your Majesty
they deigned to hit the girl and throw the wine in her face, immediately after that,
How Your Majesty deigned to do this and, for the time being, a parrot outside the window
I made these strange sounds, it occurred to me by one excellent sweat echo, one
From the fun of my homeland – they often start it on masquerades, but here
She will be completely Vnova. However, unfortunately, it requires eight
Man and ..
– Please! – the king cried out and laughed, rejoicing with what
With insight, I noticed a coincidence. – Exactly eight – me and seven
my ministers. Well! So what is this fun?
“It is called,” the freak answered, “eight constrained orangutanes, and
With good performance, you can’t get laughter.
“We will fulfill it,” the king remarked, hinging and winking with both
eyes.
“The charm of the game,” continued the jump-cut, “lies in the fear that
She calls in women. – Glorious! – the monarch and its ministers roared in chorus. “I will dress you with orangutan,” the dwarf explained his idea, “already provide
This is me. The similarity will be so striking that on the masquerade everyone will take you for
real animals – and, of course, their horror will not give in the strength of their shock.
– Oh, it’s amazing! – exclaimed the king. -Jump! I am ozol
you.
– the chains are needed in order to enhance the storm with a clang.
It is assumed that you all fled from your watchmen. Your Majesty is not in
Forces to imagine what effect eight orangutan is produced on the masquerade,
which almost all those present will consider for the real ones when they are with wild
screams will burst into the crowd of elegantly and luxuriously dressed gentlemen and ladies. Contrast
Inimitably.
“Of course,” said the king;And everyone hastily rose from the places
(there was a little time left) in order to start implementing the plan,
proposed by the jester.
His method of equipment was very simple, but for his goal he was sufficient. IN
the era in question, the orangutanges were very rarely seen in any
parts of the civilized world, and since the outfits proposed by the dwarf were done
mummers are quite similar to animals and more than nasty enough, then their
Fidelity to nature considered a wealthy.
The king and ministers first put on tightly tight -fitting shirts and
Pantalones in the form of a little. Then the clothes were impregnated with tar. Then someone suggested
feathers;but the proposal was immediately rejected by a dwarf, which quickly
convinced all eight through a visual demonstration that the wool is so
creatures, like orangutan, will much more successfully depict the linseed kudel. AND
respectively, a thick layer of Kudel, rolled a layer of tar. Then they got it
Long chain. At first, the king was encouraged and tied to it;Behind him is one of
ministers and also tied;and everyone else – in turn, like
way. When it was over, the king and ministers moved as possible
Further one from the other, forming a circle;And for the sake of greater naturalness, jumping
He extended the rest of the chain crosswise across the circle, as they do today on
Borneo hunters for chimpanzees and other large monkeys.
The masquerade had to be in a large round hall, very high and passing
The light of the sun is only through the hatch in the ceiling. In the evenings (that is, at that time, at
which the hall was specially designed) it was covered mainly by large
a chandelier hanging on a chain from the middle of the hatch;as usual, raised a chandelier and
They lowered with a counterweight, but (in order not to spoil the view) it was placed
Outside for the dome.
The back was removed under the supervision of fluffs, but, apparently, in some
PROPRESS I followed the judicious Soviets of her friend-Carlick. According to him
The proposal this evening was removed the chandelier. Drops of wax (and on that evening there were
it is strongly impossible to avoid) would cause thorough damage to the lush
guests who, with a large accumulation, could not hold on to
side from the center of the hall, that is, not under a chandelier. In different parts of the hall, so,
In order not to interfere with the guests, they added kenkets;and in the right hand of each of
Fifty or sixty caryatid was inserted on a torch saturated
incense.
Eight Oranguts, following the Council of the Jester, patiently waited for midnight
(when the hall was supposed to fail to be filled with masks) before appearing
In public. But did not have time to shut up the clock of the clock, as they burst or,
Rather, they rolled around at once, because the chains interfered with them, why, at the entrance, each of
they stumbled, and some fell.
An incredible anxiety rose among the guests that performed the king’s heart
delight. As expected, many of those present believed that these
a ferocious type of creature-and indeed some animals, even if not
Orangutan. Many women lost their feelings from fear, and if the king was not
I took care to ban the weapon wearing in the hall, then he could very
quickly pay with blood for your fun. And so – everyone rushed to the door;But
The king ordered them to lock them immediately after his appearance, and, at the proposal
jester, the keys gave him.
When confusion reached the climax and everyone thought only about his own
safety (and the crush in a frightened crowd actually represented
A considerable and genuine danger), one could notice that the chain that
pulled out, removing the chandelier, began to sink very slowly while the hook on her
the end has not hung three feet from the floor.
Shortly after, the king and seven of his friends, walking around the hall
in all directions, finally settled in its middle and, of course, in
direct contact with the chain. While they stood in this way,
the dwarf, inaudibly followed by their heels, inciting them to support them
confusion, grabbed their chain in the place where its two parts intersected in
center and at right angles. He made a hook with the speed of thought, with
which the chandelier usually hung;And immediately a certain invisible force pulled the chain
from the chandelier so high that the hook was out of reach, and,
As an inevitable consequence, the orangutanes found themselves very close to a friend from
friend and face to face.
By that time, the guests recovered from fright to some extent;And, starting
understand that the whole incident is a carefully deliberate leprosy, loudly
laughed at the position of which monkeys fell into.
– Provide them for me! -cried the jump-skok, easily blocking the noise with his
A sharp, piercing voice. – Provide them for me. In my opinion, I know them.
I would look carefully, and I will tell you who they are.
Then he managed to get to the wall on the heads of the crowd;Grasping u
Caryatids Torch, he returned to the middle of the hall in the same way, with
the dexterity of the monkey jumped onto the king’s head, from there he climbed onto
several feet up the circuit and lowered the torch, examining the orangutan and
still shouting: “Well, I will find out who they are!"
And while all the gathering (including monkeys) was writhe with laughter, the jester suddenly
piercingly whistled;The chain jerked about thirty feet – and with it
Orangutanga, who in despair floundered between the floor and the hatch in the ceiling.
Jumping, holding on to the chain, remained at the same distance from imaginary monkeys
and still (as if nothing had happened) poked in them with a torch, as if trying
To see who they are.
At the same time, everyone was so shown in amazement that for a minute
There was dead silence. It was violated by the same quiet, sharp rattle that
attracted the attention of advisers and the king when he splashed the wine in the face
Pushhin. But now there could be no doubt where the sound came from. His
They published the fang -shaped teeth of the dwarf, and he creaked with foam at his mouth and gripped
teeth and with manic frenzy, eagerly looked at the quoted faces
king and seven of his satellites.
– Yeah! – finally said an angry jester. – Yeah! Now I’m starting
understand who they are! – Here, pretending that he wants to consider the king
Even more closely, the dwarf brought the torch to the king, which was covered in the king,
And she instantly flared up with a bright and burning flame. In less than half a minute all
Eight orangutan frantically flashed to the cries of a crowd of terrible horror,
who looked at them from below, unable to provide them with the slightest help.
Little by a little flame, intensifying, forced the jester to climb higher
on the chain;And when he moves, everyone again for a short moment plunged into silence.
The dwarf took advantage of him and spoke again:
“Now I see well,” he said, “what a variety of people are these mummers.
This is a powerful king and seven of his secret advisers, a king who is not
shy of hitting a defenseless girl, and seven of his advisers who who
indulge it with a vile trick. As for me, I’m just jumping, jester, and this is my last joke.
Due to the high ignorance of Kudel and tar, on which she was
Standed, the dwarf barely managed to finish his brief speech, like revenge
Performed. Eight corpses swayed on chains – stinking, blackened,
Minorous, shapeless mass. A freak threw a torch into them,
I climbed, slowly, to the ceiling and disappeared into the hatch.
It is suggested that the fluffy, waiting for him on the roof, was a message
his friend in his fiery revenge and that they managed to escape to their
homeland, for they were no longer seen.
And the second story.A. Bulgakova "Red Crown" The whole class listened with immense interest to the teacher when he talked about this work. And none of us even realized what kind of crown was. And then, when we were explained, we, 6-graders, were 12 each, and someone was 11 years old, we were mildly surprised. We were in shock. We were just angels, and listen to such things ..
Most of all I hate the sun, loud human voices and knocking. Frequent, frequent knock. I’m afraid of people to the point that if in the evening I hear other people’s steps and a dialect in the corridor, I begin to cry out. Therefore, my room is special, deceased and the best, at the very end of the corridor, E 27. No one can come to me. But in order to more accurately protect myself, I said for a long time Ivan Vasilyevich (cried in front of him) so that he would give me a certificate on a typewriter. He agreed and wrote that I am under his auspices and that no one has the right to take me. But I did not really believe, to tell the truth, by virtue of his signature. Then he forced the professors to sign and put a round blue seal to the paper. This is another matter. I know many cases when people remained alive only due to the fact that they found a piece of paper with a round seal in their pocket. True, that worker in Berdyansk, with a cheek smeared with soot, was hanged on a flashlight precisely after they found a crumpled piece of paper with a seal in his boot … She drove him to the lantern, and the lantern caused my illness (do not worry, I know very well that I’m sick).
In essence, even earlier, something happened to me. I left so as not to see how a person was hung, but fear left with me in shaking legs. Then, of course, I could not do anything, but now I would safely say:
– Mr. General, you are a beast! Do not dare to hang people!
Already on this you can see that I am not cowardly, I spoke about the press not out of fear of death. Oh no, I’m not afraid of her. I will shoot myself, and it will be soon, because Kolya will bring me to despair. But I will shoot myself myself so as not to see and not hear Kolya. The idea that other people will come. This is disgusting.
For days on end I lie on the couch and look out the window. Above our green garden, air failure, followed by a yellow bulk of seven floors turned to me a deaf, non -acting wall, and under the roof itself – a huge rusty square. Signboard. Dental laboratory. White letters. At first I hated her. Then got used to it, and if she had been removed, I would probably miss her. She looms all day, I focus on it and think about many important things. But the evening comes. Dome darkens, white letters disappear from the eyes. I become gray, dissolve in gloomy thicker, as my thoughts dissolve. Twilight is a terrible and considerable time of the day. Everything goes out, everything interferes. The redhead cat begins to wander with velvet steps along the corridors, and occasionally I cry out. But I do not allow light to light up, because if a lamp flashes, I will sob all evening, wringing my hands. It is better to dutifully wait for the minute when the most important, last picture lights up in streaming darkness.
The old woman told me:
– I won’t live like that for a long time. I see: madness. You are the eldest and I know that you love him. Return Kolya. Return. You are the eldest.
Then she put all her thirst and all her pain in her words:
– Find him! You pretend to be so necessary. But I know you. You are smart and have long been understanding that all this is madness. Bring him to me for the day. One. I’ll let him go again.
She lied. Would she let him go again?
– I just want to kiss his eyes. After all, they will kill him anyway. It’s a pity? He is my boy. Who else should I ask? You are the eldest. Bring him.
I could not stand it and said, hiding my eyes:
But she grabbed my sleeve and turned me to look in the face.
– No, you swear that you will bring him alive.
How can you give such an oath? But I, a https://paradise8casino.co.uk/ crazy man, vowed:
Mother is cowardly. I left with this thought. But I saw a rickety lantern in Berdyansk. Mr. General, I agree that I was not less than you, I am terribly responsible for a man, stained with soot, but my brother has nothing to do with it. He is nineteen years old.
After Berdyansk, I firmly made an oath and found it twenty miles at the speech. The day was unusually bright. In muddy clubs of white dust on the way to the village, from which Garya was pulling, the horse system was walking a step. In the first line from the edge, he rode, hanging a visor on his eyes. I remember everything: the first spur went down to the heel itself. The cap of the cap stretched over the cheek under the chin.
– Kolya! Kolya! – I cried out and ran to the roadside ditch.
He trembled. In the line, gloomy sweaty soldiers turned their heads.
– Ah, brother! He shouted back. For some reason, he never called me by name, but always-brother. I am ten years older than him. And he always listened carefully to my words. – Wait. Stand here, ”he continued,“ at the forest. Now we will come. I can’t stop the squadron.
At the edge of the rushing squadron, we smoked eagerly. I was calm and firm. Everything is madness. Mother was absolutely right.
– Only from the village you will return, you go to the city with me. And immediately from here and forever.
“Be quiet,” I said, “be silent. I know.
The squadron sat down. Fluttered, trotting went to black clubs. And it raised in the distance. Frequent, frequent knock.
What can happen in one hour? They will come back. And I began to wait at the tent with the Red Cross.
An hour later I saw him. He also returned with a trot. But there was no squadron. Only two horsemen with peaks jumped on the sides, and one of them-the right-now and then leaned to his brother, as if something whispering him. Squinting from the sun, I looked at a strange masquerade. He left in a gray cap, returned to Red. And the day ended. There was a black shield, on it a colored headdress. There was no hair and there was no forehead. Instead there was a red whisk with yellow gear-clay.
The rider is my brother, in a red shaggy crown, sat motionless on a hidden horse, and if he had not supported him carefully right, one might think: he was going to the parade.
The rider was proud in the saddle, but he was blind and him. Two red spots with flows were where clear eyes shone an hour ago ..
The left horseman dismounted, grabbed the reason with his left hand, and the right hand quietly pulled Kolya by the hand. He swayed.
– Eh, our free -determining … fragment. Sanitar, call the doctor ..
The other gasped and answered:
-S-s … Well, brother, doctors? Then come on the priest.
Then Fleur Black became thicker and tightened everything, even a headdress ..
I’m used to everything. To our white building, to twilight, to the red -haired cat that rubs at the door, but I can’t get used to his parishes. For the first time still below, in E 63, he left the wall. In the Red Crown. There was nothing wrong with this. So I see him in a dream. But I know very well: since he is in the crown, it means dead. And now he spoke, moved his lips baked with blood. He stuck them, brought his legs together, put his hand to the crown and said:
– Brother, I can’t leave the squadron.
And since then, always, always the same. Comes in a tunic with belts over his shoulder, with a crooked saber and soundless spurs and says the same thing. Honor. Then:
– Brother, I can’t leave the squadron.
What he did to me for the first time! He scared the entire clinic. My business was over. I reason sensibly: once in a whisk is a murdered person, and if the murdered comes and says, then I’m crazy.
Yes. Here are twilight. An important hour of reckoning. But I was once when I fell asleep and saw a living room with old red plun furniture. Cozy chair with a cracked leg. In the dust and black frame, a portrait on the wall. Flowers on stands. The piano is open, and the score of Faust on it. He stood in the doorway, and violent joy lit my heart. He was not a horseman. He was like before the damned days. In a black jacket with a smeared chalk with an elbow. Living eyes laughed slyly, and the hair of the hair hung on the forehead. He nodded his head:
– Brother, we go to my room. What will I show you.
The living room was light from the beam that stretched out of my eyes, and the burden of remorse melted in me. There was never an ominous day on which I sent him, saying: “Go”, there was no knock and holes. He never left, and he was not a horseman. He played the piano, white knuckles sounded, all sprayed the golden sheaf, and his voice was alive and laughed.
Then I woke up. And nothing. No light, no eye. There has never been such a dream again. And on the same night, in order to strengthen my Adova flour, still came, inaudibly stepping, a rider in combat equipment and said, as he decided to speak forever.
I decided to put an end. He told him with force:
– What are you, my eternal executioner? Why are you walking? I am aware of everything. I take off my guilt from you – for sending you to the mortal case. The severity of what was hanged is also put on myself. Since I say this, you forgive and leave me.
Mr. General, he said nothing and did not leave,
Then I was hardened from flour and all my will wished him to come to you at least once and put his hand to the crown. I assure you, you would be over, just like me. In two accounts. However, maybe you are not alone at night either? Who knows if the one, dirty, in soot, from a lantern in Berdyansk? If so, in fairness we suffer. Help you hang me, I sent Kolya, you hung. By verbal order without a number.
So he didn’t leave. Then I scared him with a cry. Everyone got up. The paramedic came running, woke Ivan Vasilyevich. I didn’t want to start the next day, but they did not let me ditch myself. Tied the canvas, pulled out glass from their hands, bandaged. Since then I have been in the room twenty -seventh. After the drug, I began to fall asleep and heard the paramedic spoke in the corridor:
This is true. I have no hope. In vain in burning longing at dusk, I wait for sleep – an old familiar room and peaceful light of radiant eyes. There is no one and never will.
Does not melt the burden. And on the night I dutifully wait for a familiar rider with blind eyes and will tell me hoarsely: