The hero of our time is a short story of Bela. "Hero of our time" M.Yu

About the hero: the public took him with irritation. Some because they are given such an immoral person as an example, others because the author allegedly painted his own not very attractive portrait.

A portrait, but not of one person, but a portrait composed of the vices of all our time. The task of the writer is to indicate the disease, but God knows how to cure it.

Pechorin came to the fortress beyond the Terek to serve. The character is contradictory, mysterious (“in the rain, in the cold all day hunting; everyone will get cold, tired - but nothing to him. And another time he sits in his room, the wind smells, assures that he has caught a cold, knocks with a shutter, he shudders and turns pale, and with me he went to the boar one on one ... ")

A local prince lived next to the fortress. His son, fifteen years old, Azamat, got into the habit of going to the fortress. Azamat was very hot-tempered, despite his age, and many teased him on purpose. Once the old prince invited Pechorin and Maxim Maksimych to his wedding: he married off his eldest daughter. At the wedding, Pechorin saw the prince's youngest daughter, Bela, and he liked her. Kazbich was also present at the wedding (who, as they said, was engaged in not entirely clean affairs: he went with abreks beyond the Terek, stole cattle, etc. - there were many suspicions). Kazbich had a horse, Karagez, of extraordinary beauty. Because of the horse, many envied Kazbich and tried to steal more than once.

He goes out into the air and accidentally hears a conversation between Kazbich and Azamat. Azamat praises the horse, Kazbich in response tells how the horse saved his life when he was running away from the Cossacks. Azamat says that he will do whatever Kazbich wants for his horse. He even offers to steal his sister Bela for him. Kazbich refuses, although he likes Bela, makes fun of Azamat. Azamat is angry, a skirmish arises. Azmat screams that Kazbich wanted to kill him. There is a noise, Kazbich jumps on his horse and runs away. Maxim Maksimych and Pechorin are returning. Maxim Maksimych tells Pechorin about the overheard conversation. Pechorin begins to tease Azamat, during his visits, specifically starting a conversation about Kazbich's horse, brings the boy to a frenzy. Then he arranges for Azamat to give him his sister Bela in exchange for a horse. In the evening, Azamat brings his sister. The next day, Kazbich arrives in the morning, brings ten rams for sale. While he is sitting in the house, Azamat jumps on his horse and hides. Kazbich, heartbroken, lay on the road for almost a day, then learned the name of the kidnapper and went to the village to take revenge. Maxim Maksimych tries to persuade Pechorin, but in vain (“What can I do with myself if I like her?”). Pechorin makes gifts to Bela every day, says that he loves, but in vain. Maxim Maksimych makes fun of Pechorin, he offers a bet that in a week Bela will be his. I bought new gifts, but this did not help either. Then Pechorin pretends to leave forever. Bela throws herself on his neck, admits that she also loves him. Kazbich, meanwhile, kills Bela's father to avenge the stolen horse.

Maxim Maksimych got used to Bela, like a daughter. They hid her father's death from her for a long time, then they told her. She “cried for two days and then forgot.” Meanwhile, Pechorin increasingly begins to leave the fortress for a long time (to hunt). Bela suffers from this. Walking along the fortress wall, Maxim Maksimych and Bela see Kazbich. When Pechorin returns, Maxim Maksimych tells him about it. Pechorin says that one must be more careful and forbids Bela to leave the fortress. Maxim Maksimych reproaches Pechorin for losing interest in Bela. Pechorin replies that he has an unhappy character - he himself is unhappy and brings misfortune to others. In his youth, he “enjoyed the pleasures that you can get for money,” and they disgusted him, got into high society, and he was also tired of him, “the love of secular beauties inflamed pride and imagination, but left his heart empty.” Pechorin began to study, but he soon lost interest in the sciences, because he realized that “neither glory nor happiness depend on them at all. You just have to be smart to be successful." Then he got bored. I went to the Caucasus, but after a month I got used to the whistle of bullets. When he saw Bela, he "thought it was an angel." But then he realized that “the love of a savage woman is little better than the love of a noble lady. The ignorance and simple-heartedness of one are just as annoying as the coquetry of another.

Soon Pechorin and Maxim Maksimych are leaving to hunt wild boar. On their way back, they hear a shot. Kazbich made his way into the fortress and kidnapped Bela. The pursuit. Kazbich, realizing that he cannot escape on a wounded horse, wounds Bela with a dagger. Bela died 2 days later. She was very tormented, called Pechorin, asked him to kiss her before his death, regretted that in the next world they would not be together, because they were of different faiths. Maxim Maksimych loved her like a daughter, but she never thought of him before her death ("And who am I to remember me before death?"). After the death of Bela, Maxim Maksimych and Pechorin go out onto the ramparts. Maxim Maksimych tries to console Pechorin, who unexpectedly laughs in response. Bela was buried. Pechorin was unwell for a long time, and soon he was transferred to Georgia.

/ / / "Bela" - analysis of the chapter of Lermontov's novel "A Hero of Our Time"

The chapter "Bela" is the first chapter of Lermontov's novel "". It was first published in 1839. This part of the novel is dedicated to the love story of Pechorin and Bela, told to a stranger whom the staff captain met on one of the roads of the Caucasus.

Here is how it was. One day, Pechorin, together with Maxim Maksimych, went to a Chechen prince who was giving his eldest daughter in marriage. It was there that they first met and. The latter was struck by the beauty of the girl and did not take his eyes off her. It is worth noting that Pechorin was not the only one who liked the young beauty. Kazbich, who was a famous bandit, also kept his eyes on Bela.

A little later, Maxim Maksimych manages to overhear the conversation between the son of the Chechen prince Azamat and Kazbich. The young man had long dreamed of getting Kazbich's horse and even offered his younger sister Bela for him. But Kazbich did not agree to the exchange. Having learned about this conversation, Pechorin invites Azamat to make such an exchange. At night, Azamat delivers his younger sister to Pechorin. The next morning, the young prince manages to steal Kazbich's horse.

After that, Pechorin begins to court Bela, giving her gifts. At first, the girl behaves warily, but then she succumbs to the charms of the protagonist. Bela later confesses her love to Pechorin.

At this time, Kazbich takes revenge on Azamat for stealing his horse. He kills the young prince.

Gradually, Pechorin's feelings for Bela begin to "cool down" and he loses all interest in the young beauty. One day the main character and Maxim Maksimych go hunting. Returning back, they, having heard a shot, notice Kazbich, who was galloping with all his might. He was carrying a white bundle. Pechorin decides to catch up with the robber and shoots down his horse. It turned out that Bela was wrapped in a white bundle. Kazbich, realizing that he will never see the girl again, stabs her in the back with a knife. Bela dies two days later from her wound.

Dying, Bela did not blame Pechorin for his act. She truly loved the main character.

But what about Pechorin? What were his feelings? Lermontov does not give us an answer to these questions. Yes, and Pechorin himself could not decide to the end in his feelings. At first, he experienced passion and insane attraction to Bela, and the girl was impregnable, later they switched roles - Bela sincerely fell in love with Pechorin, and he, on the contrary, lost interest in her. These contradictions have become a real tragedy for young people. Pechorin was never able to understand what he really wants, ruining the person who loved him.

The main character, which will be discussed, is of interest from the first minutes. He is mysterious and unpredictable. His actions do not lend themselves to common sense. They lack logic. Maxim Maksimych immediately realized that Grigory was from that breed of people

“whose family is written that various unusual things should happen to them!”.

Bela's story is proof of that.

One weekday, Pechorin and Maxim Maksimych receive an invitation to the prince's wedding. Refusing is a sign of disrespect. The collections were short lived. Arriving in the midst of fun, they quickly joined the ranks of those present. Pechorin managed to find a reason to have fun here too. He could not live without adventure. The victim is the owner's youngest daughter. Not only Pechorin fell for a lovely creature. The robber Kazbich, who was present at the wedding, did not take his eyes off the girl. He liked Bela for a long time. The game was going to be interesting, but the more fun.

Bela immediately caught Pechorin's attention. The girl was different from previous passions. Brought up in strictness and obedience, she did not allow liberties in her address. The beautiful and proud Bela excited Pechorin's imagination. If he wants something, he will definitely achieve it at any cost.

He doesn't care about people's feelings. The selfish, prudent Pechorin walked through destinies, breaking and distorting the lives of those who happened to be nearby. The same thing happened to Bela. He pulled her out of her native nest, took possession of her soul and body by deceit. Exchanged from his own, corrupt brother on a horse.

The girl did not immediately accept courtship, despite expensive gifts and sweet speeches. But, in the end, she melted, opening her soul and heart to meet the love that overwhelmed her. The honeymoon was short. Any toy is boring if it is one and no variety. Pechorin was fed up with Bela. He began to avoid her company, ceased to indulge.

Longing took possession of the girl. The poor fellow wandered around the house like a ghost. Dried up, faded, faded from the face. Previously not leaving the fortress left the house for a walk. At this time, Kazbich, who was guarding her, grabs her and forcibly takes her with him to the field. Bela accepted death at his hands. Such is the robber's revenge for his beloved horse. The wound proved fatal. The poor fellow suffered for three days before giving her soul to God. In delirium, the girl, like a spell, pronounced the name of her beloved, regretting that they would no longer meet.

Maksim Maksimych pitied the girl as if he were his own daughter. He understood Pechorin's involvement in her death. But what about himself? During the funeral, the man's face resembled a wax mask. Like a stone statue, he stood near the grave without shedding a tear. Pechorin himself could not understand who Bela was for him. There was sympathy, passion on his part, when she was not given into her hands. Everything changed when the girl fell in love. He quickly cools down. The contradictions between them became a stone wall. Pechorin could not understand his own feelings and understand what he really wants. The ending of the story was a tragedy that claimed the life of an innocent person. Affected by love for someone who is unworthy of it.

Mikhail Lermontov

Hero of our time

In any book, the preface is the first and at the same time the last thing; it either serves as an explanation of the purpose of the essay, or as a justification and answer to criticism. But as a rule, readers do not care about the moral goal and about the attacks of the magazine, and therefore they do not read the prefaces. And it is a pity that this is so, especially with us. Our public is still so young and simple-hearted that it does not understand a fable unless it finds a moral at the end. She does not guess the joke, does not feel the irony; she's just ill-bred. She does not yet know that in a decent society and in a decent book, open abuse cannot take place; that modern learning has invented a sharper, almost invisible, and yet deadly weapon, which, under the garb of flattery, delivers an irresistible and sure blow. Our public is like a provincial who, having overheard the conversation of two diplomats belonging to hostile courts, would remain convinced that each of them is deceiving his government in favor of mutual tender friendship.

This book has recently experienced the unfortunate credulity of some readers and even magazines to the literal meaning of words. Others were terribly offended, and not jokingly, that they were given as an example such an immoral person as the Hero of Our Time; others very subtly noticed that the writer painted his own portrait and portraits of his acquaintances ... An old and pathetic joke! But, apparently, Russia is so created that everything in it is renewed, except for such absurdities. The most magical of fairy tales in our country can hardly escape the reproach of an attempted insult to a person!

The Hero of Our Time, my gracious sirs, is indeed a portrait, but not of one person: it is a portrait composed of the vices of our entire generation, in their full development. You will tell me again that a person cannot be so bad, but I will tell you that if you believed in the possibility of the existence of all tragic and romantic villains, why do you not believe in the reality of Pechorin? If you have admired fictions much more terrible and ugly, why does this character, even as fiction, find no mercy in you? Is it because there is more truth in it than you would like it to be? ..

You say that morality does not benefit from this? Sorry. Enough people were fed with sweets; their stomachs have deteriorated because of this: bitter medicines, caustic truths are needed. But do not think, however, after this, that the author of this book would ever have a proud dream of becoming a corrector of human vices. God save him from such ignorance! It was just fun for him to draw modern man, as he understands him, and to his misfortune and yours, he met too often. It will also be that the disease is indicated, but God knows how to cure it!

Part one

I rode on the messenger from Tiflis. All the luggage of my cart consisted of one small suitcase, which was half full of travel notes about Georgia. Most of them, fortunately for you, are lost, and the suitcase with the rest of the things, fortunately for me, remained intact.

The sun was already beginning to hide behind the snowy ridge when I drove into the Koishaur valley. The Ossetian cab driver tirelessly drove the horses in order to have time to climb the Koishaur mountain before nightfall, and sang songs at the top of his voice. What a glorious place this valley is! On all sides the mountains are impregnable, reddish rocks, hung with green ivy and crowned with clusters of plane trees, yellow cliffs, streaked with gullies, and there, high, high, a golden fringe of snow, and below the Aragva, embracing with another nameless river, noisily escaping from a black gorge full of mist , stretches with a silver thread and sparkles like a snake with its scales.

Having approached the foot of the Koishaur mountain, we stopped near the dukhan. There was a noisy crowd of about two dozen Georgians and highlanders; nearby camel caravan stopped for the night. I had to hire bulls to pull my cart up that accursed mountain, because it was already autumn and sleet—and this mountain is about two versts long.

Nothing to do, I hired six bulls and several Ossetians. One of them put my suitcase on his shoulders, others began to help the bulls with almost one cry.

Behind my cart, four bulls dragged another as if nothing had happened, despite the fact that it was overlaid to the top. This circumstance surprised me. Her master followed her, smoking from a small Kabardian pipe, trimmed in silver. He was wearing an officer's frock coat without an epaulette and a shaggy Circassian hat. He seemed about fifty; his swarthy complexion showed that he had long been familiar with the Transcaucasian sun, and his prematurely gray mustache did not correspond to his firm gait and cheerful appearance. I went up to him and bowed: he silently returned my bow and let out a huge puff of smoke.

- We are fellow travelers, it seems?

He silently bowed again.

- Are you going to Stavropol?

- So, sir, exactly ... with government things.

- Tell me, please, why are four bulls dragging your heavy cart jokingly, and my empty, six cattle are barely moving with the help of these Ossetians?

He smiled slyly and looked at me significantly.

- You, right, recently in the Caucasus?

“A year,” I replied.

He smiled a second time.

– What then?

- Yes, yes! Terrible beasts, these Asians! Do you think they help that they scream? And the devil will understand what they are shouting? The bulls understand them; harness at least twenty, so if they shout in their own way, the bulls will not move from their place ... Terrible rogues! And what can you take from them? .. They like to tear money from those passing by ... They spoiled the scammers! You will see, they will still charge you for vodka. I already know them, they won't fool me!

- How long have you been here?

“Yes, I already served here under Alexei Petrovich,” he answered, drawing himself up. “When he came to the Line, I was a lieutenant,” he added, “and under him I received two ranks for deeds against the highlanders.

- And now you?

- Now I count in the third linear battalion. And you, dare I ask?

I told him.

The conversation ended with this and we continued to walk silently beside each other. We found snow on top of the mountain. The sun set, and night followed day without interval, as is the custom in the south; but thanks to the ebb of the snow we could easily make out the road, which was still uphill, although not so steeply. I ordered to put my suitcase in the cart, to replace the bulls with horses, and for the last time looked back at the valley; but a thick fog, which surged in waves from the gorges, completely covered it, not a single sound reached our ears from there. Ossetians noisily surrounded me and demanded for vodka; but the staff captain shouted at them so menacingly that they fled in an instant.

- After all, such a people! - he said, - and he doesn’t know how to name bread in Russian, but he learned: “Officer, give me some vodka!” For me, the Tatars are better: at least those who don’t drink ...

By the will of fate, the narrator and Maxim Maksimovich meet on the road from Tiflis. The staff captain was carrying state things. We drove up to the Koyshar valley. Maxim Maksimovich was an experienced traveler, so he knew all the weather signs and customs of the highlanders, which he shared with his interlocutor.

A thunderstorm was approaching, so the narrator and Maxim Maksimovich stayed overnight at the station. They sheltered for the night in a poor shack, the narrator heated the kettle and got ready to listen to Maxim Maksimovich, because he was a seasoned man and knew many stories. He told about his acquaintance with Alexander Grigorovich Pechorin, a young and handsome officer.

Highlanders have a custom to invite everyone they meet to a wedding. Thus, Maxim Maksimovich and Alexander Grigorovich were also invited to the wedding before the prince. At the holiday, Pechorin met the Circassian Bela. A young sixteen-year-old girl struck me with her beauty: she was slender, tall and black-eyed. Alexander Grigorovich did not take his eyes off Bela, but at the same time Kazbich, a well-known robber in those places, was watching the Circassian woman. There was a scandal at the wedding: Kazbich and Azamat quarreled over the horse, because the owner flatly refused to sell the faithful horse. Azamat held a grudge and decided to wait until there was an opportunity to simply steal a horse.

One day Kazbich brought sheep to sell. After a successful deal, he decided to have tea with Maxim Maksimovich. Azamat took advantage of this by stealing Karagez. It was not possible to catch up with the offender. Having lost a true friend, Kazbich became furious. He decided to take revenge in any way. Kazbich went to sort things out to the prince, but did not find him at home.

When the prince returned, he found neither son nor daughter. Azamat stole his sister and took Pechorin. He himself disappeared, fearing the wrath of his father.

A Circassian woman in captivity cried and sang sad songs. Pechorin began to learn Tatar, gave Bela gifts, but she was impregnable.

Later, the prince was killed - so Kazbich avenged his horse. Bela's father was the thread that connected the Circassian woman with her former life. Now Pechorin became protection and support for the captive. The girl completely opened up to Alexander Grigorovich. Mutual love broke out. The girl became cheerful. She devoted every second of her life to her beloved. At first, such attention pleased Alexander Grigorovich. But happiness did not last long. Gradually, the man was fed up with this attention. He tried to be less often in the fortress: either he went hunting, or he talked with friends. Bela suffered from Pechorin's inattention, but did not reproach the officer. She realized that she was simply tired of Alexander Grigorovich, that she was only a toy in his hands.

Kazbich began to appear more and more often near the fortress. Everyone understood that it was not in vain. The robber, without hesitation, came on the horse of the late prince.

One day, when Pechorin went hunting, a tragedy occurred: Kazbich stole Bela. At this time, Alexander Grigorovich returned earlier than usual and saw the leaving robber. The officer fired and wounded the horse. Kazbich, out of anger, inflicted a mortal wound on Bela.

The Circassian suffered for a long time before she died. The only thing she regretted was that she would not meet Pechorin in the next world, because they are of different faiths.

Bela was buried near the river. The officer suffered for a long time, and then left to fight in the Caucasus.

The narrator wrote down the whole story and hoped that fate would bring them together.

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