The heart was lost forever. Book: Mikhail Sholokhov

Noteworthy is brother mine, “my brother” (an obsolete form, ironically this is what Sherlock and Mycroft call each other).

The answer to how Sherlock finds her, and the explanation of where the “swindle” is here (one additional line, about love, according to the author, is not reconstructed from the tombstones, and this indicates, again according to the author’s theory, that Sherlock took “love” from his own head /souls, and not at all from the song Ever)
http://sherlock-overflow-error.tumblr.com/post/156017276908/lost-without-your-love

But it's still beautiful.

On the screen in the dubbing of channel 1 it turns out something like this (it is sung a little differently: “trust the wind, it will lead you to your goal”, but unfortunately I can’t hear the rest). I also found the text of 3-4 verses on the Internet, but could not read it.

I was lost somewhere, come find me,
Dig a hole where the old beech grows.
The east wind itself wants to help me.
Always trust the wind - it will lead you to your goal.
Go, brother, into the shadows.
Without your love, he will completely disappear.
Save your soul to mourn for him.
Look for my door in the shadows under the willow tree,
But don’t go inside, brother (my brother), your death is there.

Try to save everyone
Sixteen by six, look into the darkness.
Find out my gait, hear my steps.
You are on high, don’t be afraid - life is near paradise.

Before you go, walk around my hill
Five by seven steps, where can I find him?
He won't come again, he's lost forever.
Fate is not a queen, nor is the castle her home.

The literal translation will be like this (it is generally clearer and more structured):

I'm lost (lost), oh who will find me?
Below, under the old beech tree.
Help, come to my aid now when the east winds blow.
Sixteen by six, brother, and let's go down!
Don't be afraid to walk in the shadows
save one, save all, let's try!
My steps are five by seven,
life is closer to heaven.
Look down with a dark gaze from above.
Before he disappeared (disappeared, died) - right over my hill.
Who will find him now?
No one will find it.
I will bring fate upon him, I am the queen.
lost (lost) forever, nine by nineteen.
Without your love, he will die before that.
Save pity for strangers, show love the entrance (door)
My soul seeks the shadow of my willow in bloom,
Inside, my brother,
let Death be present.

There are three characters in the song: “I”, “you” (= my brother) and “he”. Moreover, it is immediately laid down that “him” is impossible to find. Even without a code, you can understand that the one who sings needs to be saved. In the original, the east wind does not want to help, you need to save when the east wind blows - even the winds.

Let's return to Conan Doyle and The Rite of the House of Musgrave, which inspired this plot twist. It says this:
"Who owns this?"
"To the one who left."
"Who will it belong to?"
"To the one who comes."
"What month was this?"
"In the sixth, starting from the first."
"Where was the sun?"
"Above the Oak"
"Where was the shadow?"
"Under the Elm"
"How many steps do you need to take?"
"To the north - ten and ten, to the east - five and five, to the south - two and two, to the west - one and one and then down."
"What will we give for this?"
"Everything we have."
“Why are we giving this away?”
"In the name of duty."

In the story, the treasure was the crown of the ancient kings of England. This is probably where the queen came from in Ever's song.

I remembered another case when the plot included a song. This is from "The Ugly Bride"

THE MAID OF THE MILL.

Golden years ago in a mill beside the sea.
There dwelt a little maiden, who plighted her faith to me;
The mill-wheel is now silent, the maid's eyes closed be,
And all that now remains of her are the words she sang to me:

Chorus.

Think sometimes of me still
When the morning breaks and throstle awakes,
Remember the maid of the mill.
Don't forget me! Don't forget me!
Remember the maid, the maid of the mill.

Leaden years have past, gray-haired I look around,
The earth has no such maidens now. such mill-wheels turn not round
But whenever I think of heaven and of whut the angels be,
I see again that little maid and hear her words to me:

Chorus.

This is a real song from the late 19th century. A song from the 1st person of a man who remembers a girl who died, all that was left of her were the words that she sang (and this is the chorus:
"Don't forget me, don't forget me!
Think about me sometimes
When morning comes and the song thrush wakes up,
remember the girl from the mill."

Translated in the film:

You will not forget,
no, you won't forget
never me.

How ironically this echoes the fact that Sherlock completely forgot his sister!

The places they passed through could not be called picturesque. The fields, all the fields, stretched right up to the sky, now rising slightly, then falling again; Here and there small forests could be seen, and ravines, dotted with sparse and low bushes, twisted, reminding the eye of their own image on the ancient plans of Catherine’s time. There were rivers with dug-out banks, and tiny ponds with thin dams, and villages with low huts under dark, often half-swept roofs, and crooked threshing sheds with walls woven from brushwood and gaping gates near empty barns, and churches, sometimes brick with plaster that had fallen off here and there, or wooden ones with leaning crosses and ruined cemeteries. Arkady's heart gradually sank. As if on purpose, the peasants were met all shabby, on bad nags; roadside willows with stripped bark and broken branches stood like beggars in rags; emaciated, rough, as if gnawed, cows greedily nibbled grass in the ditches. It seemed that they had just escaped from someone’s menacing, deadly claws - and, caused by the pitiful appearance of the exhausted animals, in the midst of the red spring day arose the white ghost of a bleak, endless winter with its blizzards, frosts and snows... “No,” thought Arkady , - this poor region does not amaze you with either contentment or hard work; it’s impossible, he can’t stay like this, transformations are necessary... but how to carry them out, how to start?..”

So Arkady thought... and while he was thinking, spring took its toll. Everything around was golden green, everything was wide and softly agitated and shiny under the quiet breath of a warm breeze, everything - trees, bushes and grass; everywhere the larks poured out in endless ringing streams; the lapwings either screamed, hovering over the low-lying meadows, or silently ran across the hummocks; The rooks walked beautifully black in the tender greenery of the still low spring crops; they disappeared into the rye, which had already turned slightly white, only occasionally did their heads appear in its smoky waves. Arkady looked and looked, and, gradually weakening, his thoughts disappeared... He threw off his greatcoat and looked at his father so cheerfully, like a young boy, that he hugged him again.

Now it’s not far,” Nikolai Petrovich noted, “all you have to do is climb this hill, and the house will be visible. We will live a glorious life with you, Arkasha; You will help me with the housework, unless you get bored with it. We now need to get close to each other, get to know each other well, don’t we?

Of course,” said Arkady, “but what a wonderful day it is today!”

For your arrival, my soul. Yes, spring is in full splendor. However, I agree with Pushkin - remember, in Eugene Onegin:

How sad your appearance makes me,
Spring, spring, time for love!
Which...

Arkady! - came the voice of _______ from the tarantass, - send me a match, I have nothing to light my pipe with.
Nikolai Petrovich fell silent, and Arkady, who began to listen to him not without some amazement, but also not without sympathy, hastened to take a silver box of matches from his pocket and sent it to _________ with Peter.

Would you like a cigar? - ___________ shouted again.

“Come on,” answered Arkady.

Peter returned to the stroller and handed him, along with the box, a thick black cigar, which Arkady immediately lit, spreading around him such a strong and sour smell of seasoned tobacco that Nikolai Petrovich, who had never smoked, involuntarily, although imperceptibly, so as not to offend his son, turned his nose away .
A quarter of an hour later, both carriages stopped in front of the porch of a new wooden house, painted gray and covered with a red iron roof. This was Maryino, Novaya Slobodka, or, according to the peasant name, Bobyliy Khutor.

I.S. Turgenev. "Fathers and Sons"

IN 1. From what city did Arkady Kirsanov return?

AT 2. Name the surname of the hero of the novel, which must be entered in the spaces.

AT 3. What is the description of nature in a literary work called?

AT 4. Name the artistic device that underlies the correlation between the first and second paragraphs of the text.

AT 5. What is the figurative definition of an object called, giving it a vivid characteristic ( frayed men, yawning gates, emaciated, rough cows)?

AT 6. What is the name of the technique based on the use of verbatim excerpts from other people's works?

AT 7. Name the syntactic device that the author uses in the third sentence in order to create the feeling of driving and the accompanying change of objects that fall into the characters’ field of view.

C1. Why was it Arcadia who was entrusted to see the nature surrounding the heroes and what does this landscape tell about its observer?

C2. What is the meaning of the appeal to Pushkin in this fragment and in the novel “Fathers and Sons” as a whole? In what works of Russian literature are there still references to the poet’s work?

Answers and comments

Task C1 suggests that students will consider the landscape not only “in itself,” but also as a means of characterizing its observer. It is important to notice the contrast between the first and second paragraphs, to hear Arkady’s inner speech at the end of the first paragraph, to understand why the bright, spring mood “wins” in the hero’s soul. You can also ask yourself why it was not the transformer of life Bazarov who was entrusted with seeing the poverty of his native land, and remember the epilogue from which we learn that it was Arkady who became the real master of this land.

Task C2 assumes that students will remember numerous Pushkin quotes and reminiscences scattered throughout the text of Turgenev’s novel (Pushkin is quoted by Nikolai Petrovich, he also reads “Gypsy”, Bazarov will sneer at Pushkin, but he himself will speak at the moment of declaration of love in Pushkin’s words; with Pushkin’s quote we see you in the final sentence of the novel). Pushkin is one of the most significant poets for Turgenev; they are responsible for the heroes’ attitude to life. Pushkin is an image of eternity in art; he is akin to the “broad wave of life” that is diffused in nature and which many of the heroes of the novel feel. The heroes of many works of Russian literature turn to Pushkin: Khlestakov, the Poet in Nekrasov’s poem “Poet and Citizen”, Nikitin (“Teacher of Literature” by Chekhov), the heroes of Bulgakov’s “White Guard”, the lyrical hero of the poem “Anniversary” by V. Mayakovsky, etc. .

Gatchina, a quiet, unsociable town, in the summer all covered in dense greenery, in the winter all covered in impassable snow. Families there rarely get to know each other. There are no meetings, entertainment or entertainment in it, except for disgusting cinema.

It was never possible to meet a single person: neither in the Priory Park, nor in the palace, nor in the menagerie. The wonderful palace of Paul I did not attract anyone's attention, even the streets were empty.

It was in the front hall of the inferior cinema, after the session, that Fedenka Yurkov saw Katenka Vakhter.

Waiting while her mother looked for her galoshes, and then wrapped her neck and head in a knitted scarf, Katenka stood in front of the mirror, flirted with her new hat and spoke in a low voice to her friend about her impressions, tilting her face first to one side, then to the other.

Ah, Max Linder! How good he is! This is something supernatural that cannot be explained by any human words! What an expressive face. What lovely gestures!

Then she turned her head to the right, and her eyes collided with Yurkov’s eyes in the mirror. She looked straight at the pilot, but looked mechanically: she did not see him and continued to speak with exaggerated passion, resting her pupils on his pupils.

I really, really like him! I have never seen such a wonderful man in my life! Here is a person to whom you can give your life, soul, and everything, everything, everything without hesitation. Oh, I'm completely fascinated by him!

At that moment, the enthusiastic image of Yurkov poured into the consciousness of young lady Wachter. She blushed and hurried to hide behind her mother’s broad back. But to herself she said to the officer, who was eagerly staring at her with admiring eyes: “What a daring impudent man.”

Yurkov perfectly noticed her proud, careless and contemptuous look. But... all the same... Now there was no salvation for him. Cupid's arrow managed to pierce his courageous heart at that moment, and he immediately fell ill with his first love: tender, cruel, irresistible and incurable love.

Gatchina pilots sometimes visited the Watchmen's house. One of them, Lieutenant Konovalov, brought Yurkov into this house, and from then on Fedenka made frequent visits there. He brought flowers and sweets, took part in picnics and charades, held skeins of wool for his mother on his spread fingers, took his father, the excise inspector and the old fly swatter, to the officers' meeting, where, although not without difficulty, he sometimes managed to beg a glass of alcohol from the head of the household School of Captain Ozerovsky. No wonder in the historical bestiality they sang:

And sometimes to get alcohol,

Ozerovsky and I need flirting,

Chemistry, chemistry,

Pure chemistry.

Reluctantly, Yurkov played small family games and danced the most clumsy waltzes, Hungarians and padespanis to his mother’s music. Everyone knew that he fell madly in love with Katenka. Fellow pilots were surprised. What did he see in this thin seventeen-year-old girl? She was small in stature, with a pale face covered in pimples; Moreover, she had an incorrigible, bad habit of constantly moving the skin on her forehead, so that the wrinkles rose up to the roots of her hair, which gave Katenka’s face a stupid and always surprised expression. Was Fedenka captivated by her tremulous youth alone?

The former officer of a glorious single cavalry regiment had never known pure, fresh love. He, like his fellow dragoons, always engaged in long-distance privateering in love affairs, not to say piracy, and in general light cupidism. Now he loved with respect, with adoration, with an eternal, withering dream of the quiet joys of legal marriage. This desire for family paradise sometimes deeply amazed him, and he sometimes thought out loud:

Hm... Gotcha biting!..

He sometimes tried to drop clumsy hints about a marriage proposal. But where did his former cheeky and unceremonious eloquence go? Words stuck heavily in my mouth, and often they were not enough at all. It was as if no one understood his groom’s approaches...

In addition, everyone had long known that Katenka was in love with Georges Vostokov, a twenty-five-year-old pilot who, despite his youth, was considered the first in all Russian aviation in the art of figure aerobatics. In addition, the ruddy Zhorzhik sweetly sang tender romances, accompanying himself on the mandolin and piano. But he did not pay any attention to Katyushina’s glances, sighs and languid invitations to take a boat ride on the Priory Pond. Soon he completely stopped visiting the Watchmen.

Having finally become convinced of his complete and irrevocable failure, Yurkov became bored, depressed, exhausted, and for more than two weeks he did not leave the Vieux Verevkin hotel under various pretexts and returned to duty only after a significant letter from the head of the school. He came to the airfield all someone soft, drooping, with an emaciated and darkened face and said to his fellow pilots:

I was ill and therefore completely limp. But now I feel much better. I'll try to climb four thousand today. This will cheer me up and shake me up.

His sensitive, obedient Moran Parasol was taken out of the garage. Everyone saw how deftly, steeply and quickly he rose to a height of a thousand meters, but at this height something strange began to happen to him. He didn't go any higher, he swerved, tried to get up several times and went down again. Everyone thought that something had happened to his device. Then he began to descend in a gliding descent. But the airplane seemed to be shaking in his hands. And he sat down on the ground uncertainly, almost breaking the chassis... His comrades ran up to him. He stood near the car with a gloomy and sad face.

What's wrong with you, Fedenka? - someone asked.

Nothing... - he answered abruptly. - Nothing... I lost my heart, no matter how it beat - I can’t and can’t rise above a thousand meters - and you know? I'll never be able to.

Swaying, he walked across the airfield. No one saw him off, but everyone looked after him for a long time and silently.

Having come to his senses a little, the next day, and the third, and the next, Yurkov tried to overcome the thousandth height, but it was not possible for him. The heart was lost forever.

1 to have breakfast (from German: Fruhstuck).

2 Russian pigs (from German russische Schweine).

3 go! (from German vorwarts).

4 From the words: Guten Morgen - good morning; Mahlzeit - bon appetit; Prosit - your health; kolossal - colossally; pyramidal - excellent (German).

5 My dear father (from German: mein lieber Vater).

6 Teenage girl (from German: Backfisch).

7 "Old Verevkin" (French).

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