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“The Life of Klim Samgin (Forty Years)”- a chronicle novel, the largest, final work of Maxim Gorky. Comprises four parts. The fourth part is a little unfinished and not edited by the author. The novel was written from 1925 until Gorky's death in 1936 (the first part - 1926, the second - 1928, the third - 1930, the fourth - 1936).

The idea of ​​the novel

M. Gorky spoke about the concept of the work “The Life of Klim Samgin” in 1931 at a meeting of the editorial board of the publishing house of the All-Russian Central Council of Trade Unions:

I started this book a long time ago, after the first revolution of the fifth-sixth year, when the intelligentsia, who considered themselves revolutionary - they actually took some actual part in organizing the first revolution - in the seventh-eighth years began to sharply go to the right. Then a cadet collection appeared “Vekhi” and a whole series of other works that pointed out and proved that the intelligentsia and the working class and the revolution in general are not on the same road. I had a desire to give a figure of what, in my opinion, is a typical intellectual. I knew them personally and quite large quantities, but, in addition, I knew this intellectual historically, literary, I knew him as a type not only of our country, but also of France and England. This type of individualist, a person of necessarily average intellectual abilities, devoid of any bright qualities, is found in literature throughout the 19th century. We had this guy too. The man was a member of a revolutionary circle, then entered the bourgeois statehood as its defender. You probably don’t need to be reminded that the intelligentsia who live in exile abroad, slander the Union of Soviets, organize conspiracies and generally engage in villainy, this intelligentsia in the majority consists of the Samgins. Many of the people who are now slandering us in the most cynical way were people whom I was not the only one who considered very respectable... You never know there were people who turned around and for whom social revolution was organically unacceptable. They considered themselves a supra-class group. This turned out to be wrong, because as soon as what happened happened, they immediately turned their backs to one class and their faces to the other. What else can I say? I wanted to portray such an intellectual in the person of Samgin average cost, which goes through a whole range of moods, looking for the most independent place in life, where he would be comfortable both materially and internally.

Plot

For the foreign press, M. Gorky wrote the following note about “The Life of Klim Samgin” in the form of an editorial preface:

In his new novel, M. Gorky set himself the task of depicting as fully as possible the forty years of Russian life, from the 80s to 1918. The novel should have the character of a chronicle that will mark all the most major events these years, especially the years of the reign of Nicholas II. The action of the novel is in Moscow, St. Petersburg and the provinces; representatives of all classes act in the novel. The author intends to give a series of characters of Russian revolutionaries, sectarians, declassed people, etc.

At the center of the novel is the figure of a “reluctant revolutionary”, out of fear of the inevitable revolution - the figure of a man who feels like a “victim of history.” The author considers this figure to be typical. There are many women in the novel, a number of small personal dramas, pictures of the Khodynka disaster, January 9, 1905 in St. Petersburg, the Moscow uprising, etc. until the attack on St. Petersburg by General. Yudenich. The author introduces episodically characters: Tsar Nicholas II, Savva Morozov, some artists, writers, which, in his opinion, gives the novel partly the character of a chronicle.

3.074. Maxim Gorky, “The Life of Klim Samgin”

Maxim Gorky (Alexey Maksimovich Peshkov)
(1868-1936)

Russian writer and public figure Maxim Gorky (real name Alexey Maksimovich Peshkov) (1868-1936) became famous for his many plays, essays, stories, fairy tales, autobiographical trilogy, novels “Foma Gordeev”, “Mother”, etc.

The writer considered his main work to be the novel “The Life of Klim Samgin” (1925-36, unfinished), which was repeatedly included in the 20th century. in the 100 most significant books in the world.

In 1902, M. Gorky was elected an honorary member of the Academy of Sciences, but at the request of Nicholas II, the elections were declared invalid, after which A.P. Chekhov and V.G. Korolenko left the Academy in protest.

IN Soviet Russia, and then in the USSR Gorky founded the publishing houses “Academia” and “ World literature", magazines "Chronicle", "Our Achievements", "Abroad", "Literary Study", book series "Life wonderful people", "Poet's Library", "History of factories and factories", "History civil war", established the Institute of World Literature and Literary Institute, organized and headed the Union of Writers of the USSR (1934).

"The Life of Klim Samgin"
(1925-1936, unfinished)

Experts call M. Gorky’s largest, “farewell” work a multifaceted epic novel, philosophical story, « ideological novel in the highest sense of the word, revealing the thoroughly ideological life of society in the twentieth century,” a hidden autobiography of the writer (far from reality), a modernist work, etc.

Original title The book in which Gorky intended to depict “thirty years of the life of the Russian intelligentsia” was “The History of an Empty Soul.”

Later the novel received the name “40 Years” with the subtitle: “Trilogy. The life of Klim Samgin. About the “testament”, on which he worked for twelve years (1925-36), Gorky said: “I cannot help but write “The Life of Klim Samgin”... I do not have the right to die until I do this.”

The novel was published in parts and separate publications in 1927-1937 in the publishing house "Book", as well as in central, republican and regional newspapers and magazines.

The work aroused the most controversial assessments and gave rise to many heated and lengthy debates, which is not surprising - one can find confirmation of any point of view in it, because he absorbed all their conceivable multitude.

The setting of the novel is Russia (St. Petersburg, Moscow, province) and Europe (Geneva, Paris, London); time - from 1877 to 1917. The main characters are revolutionaries of all stripes (including those with the prefix “pseudo”), atheist philosophers and women of every taste.

Central character, who perceives and interprets all events in his own way, is Klim Samgin.

The action begins with the fact that the Samgin liberals gave birth to a second son, who, after going through a dozen names, incl. and the heroic Samson and Leonid, called “peasant” - Klim.

Poor in health, the child grew up in an intelligentsia atmosphere, in a family whose members suffered for their beliefs - they were arrested, imprisoned, and exiled. The boy’s social circle included the children of Varavka’s lodger, Lydia and Boris, and several other children. A noticeable mark on the soul of the young contemplator of life was left by home teacher Tomilin, who uttered aphorisms like “for the cause of freedom, the vices of a despot are much less dangerous than his virtues.” The words of the teacher “a person is free only when he is alone” became Samghin’s credo.

Having instilled in Klim from a young age the conviction of the extraordinary nature of his mind, his family had no idea that by instilling in him the desire to be original and “invent” himself, they had doomed Samghin to loneliness and spiritual emptiness. Klim did not have enough original intelligence to enter the gymnasium - his grandfather, the Real Old Man, helped him get a job at the school. Boris Varavka went to study in Moscow, military school.

Accustomed to observing adults, Klim learned early that they were not living in truth, being hypocrites and deceiving each other. He saw how his mother was “confused” either with Tomilin or with Varavka, which is why Klim’s father left the family and went to Vyborg.

The breakup of the family evoked only one consoling thought in the boy, addressed to his mother: “She is still ashamed.” The boy saw a fierce quarrel in the family of Doctor Somov, as a result of which the doctor’s wife went crazy and committed suicide, and the doctor shot himself at her grave.

Klim survived the death of his grandmother, who “didn’t upset anyone, and even turned out to be useful for him: his mother gave him his grandmother’s cozy room with a window into the garden and a fine white tiled stove in the corner.”

In short, Samghin saw around him only idle talk, seasoned with beautiful words about the good of the people, animal fear of these people, boredom, dullness, drunkenness and debauchery. All this fed him and “charged” him for the rest of his life.

In the class, Klim saw himself much smarter than his peers, especially since he saw only shortcomings in them. When Boris Varavka was expelled from the school for refusing to hand over his guilty comrades, and he returned home, Samghin’s pride was extremely wounded by the fact that his childhood friend was capable of such an act.

One Sunday, the teenagers went to the skating rink that had just been cleared near the city riverbank. While skating, Boris and his girlfriend fell through thin ice. Klim threw the belt to his friend, but when the ice began to crumble, he fearfully let go of his end, and Boris drowned.

It was then that someone asked a question that had tormented Samghin all his life: “Yes - was there a boy, maybe there wasn’t a boy?”

For seven weeks Klim lay in bed in the heat. With this, the first chapter, occupying one twentieth of the novel, in which out of three dozen characters, five died or committed suicide by the end of it, ended, and ahead of the hero there was a meeting with at least 770 more characters.

In the third and fourth parts of the novel, the action was transformed into Samghin’s continuous internal monologue, “a stream of thoughts and memories.”

We deliberately stopped at the first chapter, because... in it, Gorky laid down the collisions of the novel and the character of Samghin, which can be exhausted in two words - indifference and conformism, pointed out the wormhole that would sharpen his mind and will, soul and heart.

Accustomed to looking at himself as a unique being, destined for “higher” activities, Klim was forced to look for a position that would provide him with both “visibility” and “independence.”

Being an outside, cold observer of life, Samghin became a sliver in the whirlpool of history. His words, actions, and even more so his thoughts, which are cramped in the novel, did not change anything in life. No matter what theories Klim came up with, no matter what parties he adhered to, everything went regardless of his choice, although he made this choice like a chameleon without fail, all the time staying “afloat”.

What did our hero face next? After high school, first loves and disappointments, Samghin fell into the circle of capital students. “Umnik” had to move among revolutionaries and decadents, among merchants and musicians, anarchists and aristocrats, to participate in disputes about Slavophiles and Westerners, Russia and Europe - about everything and nothing. Samghin sensitively captured and remembered other people's thoughts, quotes, aphorisms, from which, like bricks, he built a worldview convenient for communicating with other people, which, however, never became his own.

Once in Moscow, Klim encountered the same talking shop and drunkenness, the same people only under different names. The tragedy on Khodynka, in which his friends died, diversified his existence, but it did not touch the depths of his soul. Klim was also cold in love.

IN Nizhny Novgorod Samghin got a job at the newspaper, his contacts with revolutionaries caused a search of his apartment, an arrest, conversations with gendarmes, an offer to become a spy, which he, tormented by doubts, refused. Trips to Moscow, Astrakhan, Georgia, to the village where the robberies of landowners began, to Staraya Russa, St. Petersburg filled his life with impressions as gray as dust, and the reader was presented with a wide panorama of pre-revolutionary Russia.

After Bloody Sunday on January 9, 1905 in St. Petersburg, Samghin found himself in prison on suspicion of revolutionary activities, then, unwillingly, participated in revolutionary events, towards whom he soon began to experience panic fear. The duality of existence led to split consciousness, monstrous nightmares, dreams and visions, and the appearance of numerous “doubles.”

Having experienced the death of his father, wife, many acquaintances, having experienced hobbies and disappointments, positioning himself above others, but also realizing his own inferiority (“essentially, I am mediocre”), not joining anyone and pushing everyone away from himself, Klim has not changed anything in my life, which was only a shadow of the real one.

Every time Samghin’s encounter with life ended with the feeling that “reality was humiliating him and trying to crush him.” Paying tribute to decadence, Klim became an apologist for the dictatorship of the leader, an aristocrat of spirit, which once again confirmed his own bias.

Abroad, Samghin also did not find anything new. Everywhere he was fatally alone. First World War exacerbated his hypochondria and isolation. February Revolution brought an end to his searches and doubts.

Gorky was going to put an end to Samgin (drafts have been preserved), but did not do so - and not because he did not have time, but most likely because Samghin was like social type turned out to be surprisingly tenacious and would have fit well into the next one - Soviet life.

Roman became beautiful illustration theses by F.M. Dostoevsky - “there is nothing more offensive to a person of our time and tribe than to tell him that he is not original, weak in character, without special talents and an ordinary person.” Gorky dedicated his entire book to this.

“I wanted to portray Samghin as an intellectual of average value who goes through a whole series of moods, looking for the most independent place in life, where he would be comfortable both financially and internally,” said the author.

As for the antithesis “hero - people” - it is fully revealed by the answer of the Real Old Man. To the question of a grandson who saw at the fair “an abundance of half-drunk, very cheerful and good-natured people.

And where is real people who groans through the fields, along the roads, through prisons, through prisons, spending the night under a cart in the steppe?

The old man laughed and said, waving his stick at the people:

That’s what he is, you fool!”

ABOUT key phrase- “Was there a boy?” - it’s worth saying especially. Although many researchers of the writer’s work thread their reasoning onto it like a skewer, these words are nothing more than a refrain of the internal monologue of the hero, tormented by remorse since childhood. It is unlikely that irrational and metaphysical depths are hidden behind it, from the bottom of which a thousand and one critics make their way to the top.

The main theme of the book was the search for the reasons for the collapse great country Russian Empire. The writer named, among others, two that are still relevant today: liberal fermentation in the educated strata of society and the entry into the political arena of a whole layer of “educated people” who are very concerned about satisfying their own ambitions.

M. Gorky argued that hidden meaning Only his descendants can comprehend his novel. Having the habit of reading, descendants need only read one and a half thousand pages to understand the meaning of this book. And although, in the words of one of the heroines of the novel, “it’s a strange habit to read; it’s like living at someone else’s expense,” this habit, thank God, has not yet been listed as harmful by the latest “culture legislators.”

In 1987, a 14-episode television film of the same name directed by V. Titov was released, which adequately conveyed the atmosphere of the novel.

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“The Life of Klim Samgin (Forty Years)”- epic novel, the largest, final work of Maxim Gorky.

Consists of four parts (the fourth part is slightly unfinished and not edited by the author). The novel was written from 1925 until Gorky's death in 1936 (the first part - 1925-1926, the second - 1926-1928, the third - 1928-1930, the fourth - 1931-1936).

The idea of ​​the novel

M. Gorky spoke about the concept of the work “The Life of Klim Samgin” in 1931 at a meeting of the editorial board of the publishing house of the All-Russian Central Council of Trade Unions:

I started this book a long time ago, after the first revolution of the fifth-sixth year, when the intelligentsia, who considered themselves revolutionary - they actually took some actual part in organizing the first revolution - began to move sharply to the right in the seventh-eighth years. Then the cadet collection “Vekhi” and a whole series of other works appeared, which indicated and proved that the intelligentsia was not on the same road with the working class and the revolution in general. I had a desire to give a figure of what, in my opinion, is a typical intellectual. I knew them personally and in quite a large number, but, in addition, I knew this intellectual historically, literary, I knew him as a type not only of our country, but also of France and England. This type of individualist, a person of necessarily average intellectual abilities, devoid of any bright qualities, is found in literature throughout the 19th century. We had this guy too. The man was a member of a revolutionary circle, then entered the bourgeois statehood as its defender.
You probably don’t need to be reminded that the intelligentsia who live in exile abroad, slander the Union of Soviets, organize conspiracies and generally engage in villainy, this intelligentsia in the majority consists of the Samgins. Many of the people who are now slandering us in the most cynical way were people whom I was not the only one who considered very respectable... You never know there were people who turned around and for whom social revolution was organically unacceptable. They considered themselves a supra-class group. This turned out to be wrong, because as soon as what happened happened, they immediately turned their backs to one class and their faces to the other. What else can I say? I wanted to portray Samghin as an intellectual of average value who goes through a whole series of moods, looking for the most independent place in life, where he would be comfortable both financially and internally.

Plot

For the foreign press, M. Gorky wrote the following note about “The Life of Klim Samgin” in the form of an editorial preface:

In his new novel, M. Gorky set himself the task of depicting as fully as possible the forty years of Russian life, from the 80s to 1918. The novel should have the character of a chronicle that will mark all the major events of these years, especially the years of the reign of Nicholas II. The action of the novel is in Moscow, St. Petersburg and the provinces; representatives of all classes act in the novel. The author intends to give a number of characters of Russian revolutionaries, sectarians, declassed people, etc.

At the center of the novel is the figure of a “reluctant revolutionary”, out of fear of the inevitable revolution - the figure of a man who feels like a “victim of history.” The author considers this figure to be typical. There are many women in the novel, a number of small personal dramas, pictures of the Khodynka disaster, January 9, 1905 in St. Petersburg, the Moscow uprising, etc. until the attack on St. Petersburg by General. Yudenich. The author introduces a number of episodic characters: Tsar Nicholas II, Savva Morozov, some artists, writers, which, in his opinion, gives the novel partly the character of a chronicle.

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Screen adaptation

Catchphrases

After the series was shown on television, the phrase uttered by one episodic character at the end of the first episode - when in the ice hole they are looking for Boris Varavka, who drowned there:

The option usually used is: “Was there a boy?”

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Literature

  • Reznikov L. Ya. M. Gorky's story “The Life of Klim Samgin”: Problems of genre and style. - Petrozavodsk, 1964. - 532 p.
  • Vainberg I. I.“The Life of Klim Samgin” by M. Gorky. Historical and literary commentary. M., “Enlightenment”, 1971. - 381 p.

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An excerpt characterizing the Life of Klim Samgin

And then my legs literally gave way... Purga (or rather, in Lithuanian, Puga) was an amazingly beautiful neighbor’s horse, which I was very often allowed to ride. And I simply adored her!.. Everything about this wonderful horse was beautiful - and appearance, and her sensitive “horse” soul, and calm, reliable character. In my opinion, she was generally the most beautiful and most wonderful horse in the world!.. She was silver-gray in color (which was also called gray-haired), with snow-white long tail, all “strewn” with light gray and white apples. When I came, she always said hello, poking her surprisingly soft nose into my shoulder, as if saying:
- Well, I’m so good, take me for a ride!!!
She had a very beautiful face, very graceful, with huge, soft, kind eyes that seemed to understand everything. And it would be simply a “crime” not to love her...
Despite the fact that our yard was very large, and it was always full of all kinds of domestic animals, we could not keep a horse for the simple reason that it was not so easy to buy one. The Arabian stallion was very expensive for us (by the standards of that time), because my dad at that time worked at the newspaper much less hours than usual (since, by general agreement of the family, he was busy writing plays for the Russian drama theater), and therefore, we did not have much finance at that moment. And although it was already the right time for me to really learn horse riding, the only opportunity to do this was to ask sometimes to go for a walk with Purga, who for some reason also loved me very much and always gladly went out for a ride with me.
But in Lately Purga was very sad and did not leave her yard. And, to my great regret, there are already more three months how I wasn’t allowed to go for walks with her. A little over three months ago, her owner died suddenly, and since they always lived with Purga “in perfect harmony,” it was apparently difficult for his wife to see Purga with anyone else for some time. So she, the poor thing, spent whole days in her (admittedly very large) pen, immensely yearning for her beloved owner, who had suddenly disappeared somewhere.
It was to this wonderful friend that they took me on the morning of my tenth birthday... My heart was literally jumping out of my chest with excitement!.. I simply couldn’t believe that now my biggest childhood dream could come true. !.. I remember since the first time I managed to climb Purga without outside help, I endlessly begged my mom and dad to buy me a horse, but they always said that now is a bad time for this and that they “will definitely do it, we have to.” just wait a little."
Purga greeted me, as always, very friendly, but over these three months she seemed to have changed something. She was very sad, with slow movements, and did not express too much desire to come out. I asked the owner why she was so “different”? The neighbor said that poor Purga apparently misses her owner and she feels very sorry for her.
“Try,” she said, “if you manage to “revive” her, she’s yours!”
I simply could not believe what I heard, and mentally vowed not to miss this chance for anything in the world! Carefully approaching Purga, I affectionately stroked her wet, velvety nose, and began to quietly talk to her. I told her how good she was and how much I loved her, how wonderful it would be for us together and how much I would care about her... Of course, I was just a child and sincerely believed that Purga would understand everything I said. But even now, after so many years, I still think that somehow this amazing horse really understood me... Be that as it may, Purga affectionately poked my neck with her warm lips, making it clear that she ready to “go for a walk with me”... I somehow climbed onto it, out of excitement, not getting my foot in the loop, tried my best to calm my heart, which was rushing out, and we slowly moved out of the yard, turning along our familiar path into the forest , where she, just like me, really loved to be. The unexpected “surprise” shook me all over, and I couldn’t believe that all this was really happening! I really wanted to pinch myself, and at the same time I was afraid that suddenly, right now, I would wake up from this wonderful dream, and everything would turn out to be just a beautiful holiday fairy tale... But time passed and nothing changed. Purga - my beloved friend - was here with me, and only a little was missing for her to truly become mine!..
My birthday that year fell on a Sunday, and since the weather was simply magnificent, many neighbors were walking along the street that morning, stopping to share with each other. latest news or just breathe in the “freshly smelling” winter air. I was a little worried, knowing that I would immediately become the object of public attention, but, despite the excitement, I really wanted to look confident and proud on my beloved beauty Purga... Gathering my “disheveled” emotions into a fist, so as not to let my wonderful girlfriend down, I I quietly touched her side with my foot, and we drove out of the gate... Mom, dad, grandmother and neighbor stood in the yard and waved after us, as if for them, just like for me, it was also somehow incredible important event... It was kindly funny and amusing and somehow immediately helped me relax, and we moved on calmly and confidently. Neighborhood kids also poured into the yard and waved their arms, shouting greetings. In general, it turned out to be a real “holiday mess”, which amused even the neighbors walking on the same street...
Soon the forest appeared, and we, turning onto a path that was already familiar to us, disappeared from sight... And then I gave free rein to my emotions, screaming with joy!.. I squeaked like an incredibly happy puppy, kissed a thousand times There was a blizzard in her silky nose (the amount of which she could not understand...), she loudly sang some absurd songs, in general she rejoiced as soon as my happy childish soul allowed me...
- Well, please, my dear, show them that you are happy again... Well, please! And we will ride together a lot, a lot again! As much as you want, I promise you!.. Just let them all see that you’re okay...” I begged Purga.

Episode 1 "Childhood. 1877." In the house of the populist intellectual Ivan Samgin, a son was born, whom his father named Klim. This unusual name immediately distinguished the boy from other children. Things have developed between the children difficult relationship. Klim tried to distinguish himself in some way, but he did not always succeed.

Episode 2. "Youth. 1894." Studying at the gymnasium and Klim’s disappointment in women.

Episode 3. "Petersburg. 1895." Samghin came to St. Petersburg to study. There he met Turoboev and his older brother Dmitry, who joined the revolutionary struggle. Having learned that Fima Nekhaeva is pregnant with his child, Klim leaves for Moscow.

Episode 4. "Province. 1896." Klim Samgin's brother Dmitry was arrested in St. Petersburg. Klim confesses his love to Lydia, but she rejects him.

Episode 5. "Moscow. 1896". The arrival of the young Tsar Nicholas II in Moscow and the tragedy on the Khodynskoye Field, where hundreds of people were crushed in the crowd during the holiday.

Episode 6. "Before a choice. 1897-1899." Search in Samghin's house. The police became interested in Kutuzov. Alina Telepneva returned from Paris to Moscow. Samghin married Varvara Antipova. He was arrested and offered to become a police agent, but Samghin refused.

Episode 7. "Loneliness. 1902." Samghin met police agent Mitrofanov and started an affair with Maria Nikonova.

Episode 8. "Resurrection". Samghin began to believe in the power of the revolution, that it could change people. Klim's mother leaves Russia.

Episode 9 "Uprising. 1905". Samghin returns to Moscow. He is arrested, but then released from prison. During the uprising, Turoboev dies.

Episode 10. "Barricade. 1905." Workers set up barricades. Samghin understands that he is becoming a hostage to events that he cannot influence.

Episode 11. "Rejoicing. 1906-1908." At Kutuzov’s request, Klim Samgin goes to Rusgorod to get money for the Bolsheviks, where he meets Marina Zotova, a rich woman with a “folk” way of thinking. Marina’s religious “zeal” finally convinces Samghin of his isolation from the popular element.

Episode 12. "Abroad. 1909-1912." During Samgin's meeting with his mother in Switzerland, their mutual misunderstanding is revealed. The emigrant environment makes Klim bored. Popov and Berdnikov are trying to bribe Samghin and make him a secret agent under Zotova. Samghin refuses.

Episode 13. "Maturity. 1912-1913." Upon returning to Russia, Klim Samgin learns about the murder of Marina Zotova under mysterious circumstances. Suspicion falls on Bezbedov, who denies everything. He strangely dies in prison before the trial begins. Samghin goes to St. Petersburg without any means of subsistence. On the train he meets Dronov, who encourages him to publish a new liberal newspaper. In St. Petersburg, Klim receives news of the illness of his half-forgotten wife Varvara, and he goes to see her.

Episode 14. "Disintegration. 1914." By the summer of 1914, Klim Ivanovich Samgin was serving in St. Petersburg. Everyone unanimously speaks of him as smart person. Samghin comes to the conclusion that faith, deprived of sensory support, leads to an internal split. The First World War begins in August. Russia defeats German troops, but the victory turns into a disaster. Klim is investigating the disappearance of three wagons of food from a train that crashed. The February Revolution of 1917 is approaching.

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The Life of Klim Samgin (Part 1)

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Life of Klim Samgin

Part one

Ivan Akimovich Samgin loved the original; therefore, when his wife gave birth to a second son, Samghin, sitting at the bedside of the woman in labor, began to convince her:

You know what, Vera, let's give him some rare name? Tired of these countless Ivans, Vasilys... Eh?

Tired of the pangs of childbirth, Vera Petrovna did not answer. The husband thought for a minute, fixing his dove eyes out the window, into the heavens, where the clouds, torn by the wind, resembled both an ice drift on the river and the shaggy hummocks of a swamp. Then Samghin began to list with concern, piercing the air with a short and plump finger:

Christopher? Kirik? Vukol? Nicodemus? He destroyed each name with a crossing-out gesture, and after going through a dozen and a half unusual names, he exclaimed with satisfaction:

Samson! Samson Samghin, here! It's not bad! Name biblical hero, and my surname - my surname is peculiar!

“Don’t shake the bed,” the wife quietly asked. He apologized, kissed her hand, exhausted and strangely heavy, smiling, listened to the angry whistle of the autumn wind, the plaintive squeak of the child.

Yes, Samson! The people need heroes. But... I'll think about it. Maybe Leonid.

“You tire Vera with trifles,” Maria Romanovna, the midwife, sternly remarked while swaddling the newborn.

Samghin looked at his wife’s bloodless face, straightened her hair of an extraordinary golden-moon color scattered on the pillow, and silently left the bedroom.

The woman in labor recovered slowly, the child was weak; fearing that he would not survive, Vera Petrovna’s fat but always ill mother hurried to baptize him; christened, and Samghin, smiling guiltily, said:

Verochka, in last minute I decided to call him Klim. Klim! A common name, it does not oblige you to anything. How are you, huh?

Noticing her husband’s embarrassment and the general discontent of the family, Vera Petrovna approved:

I like.

Her words were law in the family, and everyone got used to Samghin’s unexpected actions; he often surprised people with the originality of his actions, but he enjoyed a reputation both in his family and among his acquaintances happy person who manages everything easily.

However, the child’s unusual name markedly emphasized him from the very first days of his life.

Klim? - friends asked, looking at the boy especially carefully and as if guessing: why Klim?

Samghin explained:

I wanted to call him Nestor or Antipas, but, you know, this stupid ceremony, priests, “do you deny Satan”, “blow”, “spit”...

The family also had reasons - each with their own - to treat the newborn more carefully than his two-year-old brother Dmitry. Klim was in poor health, and this increased his mother’s love; the father felt guilty for giving his son an unfortunate name, the grandmother, finding the name “peasant”, believed that the child had been offended, and Klim’s child-loving grandfather, the organizer and honorary trustee of a vocational school for orphans, was fond of pedagogy, hygiene and, clearly preferring the weak Klima, healthy Dmitry, also burdened his grandson with increased care for him.

The first years of Klim’s life coincided with the years of a desperate struggle for freedom and culture of those few people who courageously and defenselessly put themselves “between a rock and a hard place,” between the government of a mediocre descendant of a talented German princess and an illiterate people dulled into slavery by serfdom. Deservedly hating the power of the king, honest people in absentia, with great sincerity, they fell in love with the “people” and went to resurrect and save them. To make it easier to love a peasant, they imagined him as a creature of exceptional spiritual beauty, adorned him with the crown of an innocent sufferer, the halo of a saint, and valued his physical torment above the moral torment that the terrible Russian reality generously rewarded the best people countries.

The sad hymn of that time was the angry groans of the most sensitive poet of the era, and the question addressed by the poet to the people sounded especially alarming:

Will you wake up full of strength?

Or, fate obeying the law,

You've already done everything you could

Created a song like a groan

And spiritually rested forever?

The amount of suffering experienced by fighters for freedom of cultural creativity is incalculable. But the arrests, prisons, and exiles of hundreds of young people to Siberia increasingly inflamed and intensified their struggle against the huge, soulless mechanism of power.

The Samgin family also suffered in this struggle: Ivan’s elder brother Yakov, after serving almost two years in prison, was exiled to Siberia, tried to escape from exile and, caught, was transferred somewhere to Turkestan; Ivan Samgin also did not escape arrest and prison, and then he was expelled from the university; cousin Vera Petrovna and Marya Romanovna’s husband died on the way to Yalutorovsk, into exile.

In the spring of 79, Solovyov’s desperate shot clicked, and the government responded with Asian repressions.

Then several dozen determined people, men and women, entered into single combat with the autocracy, and for two years they hunted him as if he were wild beast, finally killed him and were immediately betrayed by one of his comrades; He himself tried to kill Alexander II, but, it seems, he himself broke the wires of the mine intended to blow up the Tsar’s train. The son of the murdered man, Alexander the Third, awarded the title of honorary citizen to the man who attempted to kill his father.

When the heroes were destroyed, they - as always happens - found themselves guilty of having raised hopes but failed to realize them. The people who had favorably watched the unequal struggle from afar were oppressed by the defeat more severely than the friends of the fighters who remained alive. Many immediately and wisely closed the doors of their houses in front of the fragments of a group of heroes who had been admired yesterday, but today could only be discredited.

Gradually, skeptical criticism of “the importance of personality in the process of creating history” began - criticism, which after decades gave way to immoderate admiration for the new hero, “ blonde beast"Friedrich Nietzsche. People quickly became wiser and, agreeing with Spencer that “you cannot develop golden behavior from leaden instincts,” they concentrated their strength and talents on “self-knowledge,” on issues of individual existence. They quickly moved towards accepting the slogan “our time is not the time broad tasks."

A most brilliant artist, who felt the power of evil so amazingly subtly that he seemed to be its creator, the devil exposing himself, this artist, in a country where most of the masters were slaves just like their servants, shouted hysterically:

"Humble yourselves, proud man! Be patient, proud man!"

The Samgins' house was one of those rare houses in those years where the owners were in no hurry to turn off all the lights. The house was visited, although not often, by some gloomy, quarrelsome people; they sat in the corners of the rooms, in the shade, and spoke little, smiling unpleasantly. Different heights, different clothes, they were all strangely similar to each other, like soldiers of the same company. They were “not from here,” they were traveling somewhere, they came to Samghin at a crossroads, and sometimes they stayed overnight. They were also similar to each other in that they all obediently listened to Maria Romanovna’s angry words and, apparently, were afraid of her. And Father Samghin was afraid of them, little Klim saw that his father, in front of almost each of them, guiltily rubbed his soft, gentle hands and kicked his leg. One of them, black, bearded and probably very stingy, said angrily:

In your house, Ivan, it’s stupid, like in the Armenian joke: everything is ten times larger. For some reason they gave me two pillows and two candles for the night.

Samghin's circle of city acquaintances had narrowed significantly, but still, in the evenings, out of habit, people gathered at his place who had not yet overcome the mood of the previous day. And every evening Maria Romanovna, tall, bony, with black glasses, an offended face without lips and a lace black cap on her half-gray hair, with large, gray ears sticking out sternly from under the cap, would majestically appear from the outbuilding in the depths of the courtyard. Varavka, a broad-shouldered, red-bearded lodger, came down from the second floor. He looked like a dray driver who suddenly became rich and, having bought someone else's clothes, shyly pulled them on himself. He moved heavily, carefully, but still shuffled his soles very noisily; His feet were oval, like fish dishes. Sitting down at the tea table, he first carefully tested the chair to see if it was strong enough? Everything on him and around him crackled. it creaked and shook, the furniture and dishes were afraid of him, and when he walked past the piano, the strings hummed. Doctor Somov appeared, black-bearded and gloomy; stopping at the door, on the threshold, he looked at everyone with bulging, stone eyes from under mustache-like eyebrows, and asked hoarsely.