Bunin, "Antonovsky apples" (summary follows below) - it is a picture-memories in which the apples are juicy autumn protagonist, because without their suffocating flavor would not have been the author.Why is that?The sounds, the smells, random pictures, vivid images ... It would seem that after a lifetime of rushing thousands, millions.Something kept long in the memory, and gradually forgotten.Something goes without a trace is erased as if it had never existed.But something remains with us forever.It inexplicably seeping through the thickness of our consciousness, it penetrates and becomes an integral part of us.
Summary "Antonovsky apples" Bunin IA
Early serene autumn.It seemed only yesterday was August it is often warm rain.The peasants were happy because when Lawrence rain drizzles, autumn and winter are good.But time passes, and now there are many fields in the web.Golden Gardens thinned out, dried up.The air is clean, transparent, as if he does not, and yet is full of 'top to bottom' smells of fallen leaves, honey and Antonov apples ... So begins the story of Ivan Bunin.
«Antonovsky apples": the memory first.
Village Settlement, aunt of the author's estate, where he loved to visit and spent his best years.Gaumont and creaking carts in the garden is the harvest of autumn apples.Philistines, gardeners gathered men to pour the apples and send them to the city.Work is boiling, though the night outside.You can hear the creaking of the long convoy cautious in the dark out there, there is heard a juicy crackling - a man eating an apple, one after another.And no it does not stop, on the contrary, the owners encourage the insatiable appetite "Wali, eat their fill - nothing to do!" Thinning garden opens the way to a large hut - a real home from his farm.Everywhere smells incredibly apples, but at this point - especially.Happy people gather outside the hut, and there is a brisk trade.Who are there only:-odnodvorki and girls in sundresses smelling paint, and "aristocratic" in the beautiful and rough costumes and young pregnant starostiha boys in white shirts ... By the evening bustle and the noise subsides.It's cold and dewy.Crimson flames in the garden, the fragrant smoke crack cherry branches ... "How still good to be alive!»
Bunin, "Antonovsky apples" (see summary below): recollection second.
That year in the village of Settlement was fruitful.As mentioned, if antonovka freak, hence, will have plenty of bread, and village affairs are good.And lived from crop to crop, although we can not say that the peasants in misery, on the contrary, were considered rich Settlement edge.Old men and women have lived a long time, that was the first sign of prosperity: and Pankrat be a hundred years, and eighty-three years Agafea knocked.By becoming the elderly were at home in the village: big, brick, two or three under one roof because it was not made to live separately.They kept bees, proud stallions were kept behind iron doors new coats, canvases, spinning wheels, harness.I remember the estate of his aunt Anna Gerasimovna, which stood on the settlement in the twelve miles.In the middle of the yard was her house, around the linden tree, and then the famous apple orchard with nightingales, and doves.Sometimes, crossed the threshold, and before other fragrance smells felt Antonov apples.Everywhere clean and tidy.Minute, another, came the cough: Anna Gerasimovna out, and now the courts under the endless gossip about the old days so that the inheritance there treats.First Antonov apples.And then a delicious dinner: boiled ham, pink with green peas, pickles, turkey stuffed with chicken and sweet strong kvas.I.Bunin, "Antonovsky apples" (summary): recollection third.
end of September.Weather spoils.Increasingly rains.Standing at the window like that.The street is deserted and boring.The wind did not let up.Starts sow rain.At first quietly, then harder, stronger and turns into a thick rain of lead darkness and the storm.There comes a disturbing night.The morning after this fight apple orchard almost naked.Around the wet leaves.Preserved foliage, already subdued and humbled, and will be wound on the trees until the first frost.Well, it's time to hunt!Usually by this time all gathered in the mansion of Arseny Semyonitch: hearty dinners, vodka, flushed weather-beaten faces, lively conversations about the upcoming hunt.They overlook the courtyard, and there is already trumpeting the horn, and howling in different voices noisy crowd of dogs.Sometimes - oversleep, miss hunting, but the rest at the same time was no less enjoyable.For a long time lying in bed.Around the silence, broken only by the crackling of wood in the stove.Slowly dress up, go out into the wet garden, where you will definitely find accidentally dropped by a cold, wet Antonov an apple.Strange, but it seems extremely sweet and delicious, it is not like the others.Later, the host for the book.
Remembering the fourth.
Settlement emptied.Anna died Gerasimovna Arseny Semenovich shot, there too the village elders.Aroma Antonov apples are gradually disappearing from the once wealthy estates.But good and this poor petty life.Late in the autumn in the house they loved at dusk to light the fire and did not keep quiet, intimate conversations in the semi-darkness.Outdoor rustle under the boots blackened by frost leaves.Winter is coming, and then, as in the old days, landed gather together, drink the last money and spent whole days on the hunt for snow-covered fields, and in the evening to sing with a guitar. Bunin, "Antonovsky apples", summary: Finally
Antonovsky apples - the first link in an endless chain of memories.Behind him invariably emerge other images, which, in turn, raise the surface of the long-forgotten feelings and emotions, happy, sweet, sometimes sad, and sometimes painful.Antonov juicy aroma of apples steeped in everything around.But this is the beginning of autumn, during the dawn and prosperity in the countryside.Then they smell gradually disappears, comes late autumn, impoverished village.But life goes on, and maybe the smell will soon again be felt before others.Who knows?
