Story of Astafiev V. P. "A horse with a pink mane": a brief summary of the work

The story "A horse with a pink mane" is included in the collection of works by V. P. Astafiev entitled "The Last Bow". This cycle of autobiographical stories the author has been creating for several years. The summer, the forest, the high heaven, the light-heartedness, the lightness, the transparency of the soul and the infinite freedom that are only in childhood, and those first lessons of life that are firmly preserved by our memory ... They terribly fear, but thanks to them you grow and feel the world- New.

Astafyev VP, "Horse with a pink mane": a summary

The story is written from the first person - a small orphan who lives with his grandparents in the village. One day, after returning from neighbors, my grandmother sends her grandson to the forest behind the strawberries, along with the neighbors. How not to go? After all, my grandmother promised to sell his tuesok berries along with their goods and to get the money to buy the cake. It was not just a carrot, but a carrot in the form of a horse: white-white, with a pink tail, mane, hooves and even eyes. He was allowed to go out for a walk. And when you have the most treasured and desired "horse with a pink mane" in your bosom, you are a truly respected and esteemed "man" in all games.

On the heap the protagonist went along with the children of Levonty. "Levontievsky" lived in the neighborhood and differed in violent character and carelessness. The house is without a fence, without platbands and shutters, with some glazed windows, but a "settlement", like an endless sea, and the "nishto" eye does not depress ... True, in the spring the Levontevsky family dug up the land, planted something around the house, erected a fence From twigs and old boards. But not for long. In winter, all this "good" gradually disappeared in the Russian oven.

The main goal in life was to get to the neighbor after payday. On this day everyone was seized with some kind of anxiety, a fever. In the morning, my aunt Vasenya, the wife of Uncle Levonti, ran to their homes and paid debts. Towards evening the holiday was coming. Everything fell on the table-candy, gingerbread ... Everyone was treated, and then they dragged on their favorite song about the miserable "dirty-looking" that the sailor brought from Africa ... All cried, became pitiful, sad, and so good at heart! At night, Levonti asked his main question: "What is zhist ?!", and everyone understood that we must quickly grab the remaining sweets, because the father will fight, beat the remains of the glasses and swear. The next day, Levantiha again ran around her neighbors, borrowing money, potatoes, flour ... That's it with the Levantev "eagles" the main character and went to collect strawberries. They gathered for a long time, diligently, quietly. Suddenly there was a fuss and screams: the eldest saw that the younger gather the berry not in the dishes, but directly into the mouth. A fight broke out. But after an unequal battle, the elder brother became dejected and drooped. He decided to collect a rationed delicacy, and to spite everyone - in his mouth, in his mouth ... After unsuccessful efforts for the home-for the family carefree kids ran to the river to sprinkle. Then they noticed that our hero is full of wild strawberry. Without thinking twice, they also beat up his "income" to eat. Trying to prove that he is not greedy and is not afraid of Petrovna's grandmother, the boy dumps his "booty." In a moment the berries disappeared. He got all nothing, a couple of pieces, and those are green.

The day was fun and interesting. And the berries were forgotten, and about the promise given to Katerina Petrovna. Yes, and a horse with a pink mane completely flew out of my head. Evening came. And it's time to go home. Sadness. Yearning. How to be? Sanka prompted the way out: to fill the turkey with grass, and scatter a handful of red berries from above. And he did, and came with a "deceit" home.

Katerina Petrovna did not notice the dirty trick. She praised her grandson, gave it to eat, and decided not to pour berries, and so to drive early in the morning to the market. Trouble went nearby, but it cost, and the main character with an easy heart went for a walk on the street. But he could not stand it and boasted of unprecedented success. Tricky Sanka understood what was happening, and demanded for silence one kalach. I had to secretly make my way into the pantry and bring one kalach, then another, and more, until he "got drunk".

The night was restless. Sleep was not there. Peace "Andel" did not condescend to the soul. So I wanted to go, and tell everything: about berries, about Levotievsky guys, and about kalachi ... But my grandmother quickly fell asleep. Decided to get up early, and before her departure, repent of the deed. But I overslept. In the morning, in an empty hut, it became even more unbearable. I loitered, loitered about nothing, and decided to go back to Levantievsky, and they all went fishing together. In the midst of the bite, he sees a boat emerging from around the corner. In it, among others, the grandmother sits. Seeing her, the boy grabbed the fishing rods and rushed to run. "Stop! ... Stop, you swindler! ... Hold him!" She cried, but he was already far away.

Late in the evening, Aunt Fenya led him home. He quickly made his way into the cold storeroom, buried himself and quieted down, listening. The night went down, the barking of dogs, the voices of the youth, which was going after work, heard and sang in the distance. But my grandmother did not go in. It was absolutely quiet, cold and melancholy. I remembered how my mother also went to the town to sell the berry, and once the overloaded boat overturned, she hit her head and drowned. For a long time looking for her. Grandmother spent several days beside the river, throwing bread in the water to pity the river, to propitiate the Lord ...

The boy woke up from the bright sunlight, which broke through the muddy dirty windows of the pantry. He was thrown on by an old-fashioned old man's grandfather, and his heart pounded joyfully-his grandfather came, he would surely regret it, would not let him offend. I heard the voice of Catherine Petrovna. She told someone about the tricks of her grandson. She needed to speak out and relieve her heart. Here my grandfather came in, grinned, winked, told me to go for forgiveness to ask - because otherwise it is impossible. It's shameful and scary ... And suddenly he saw a sugar-white "horse with a pink mane" jumping "on a scraped kitchen table" ...

Since then, a lot of water has flowed under the bridge. For a long time there is no grandmother or grandfather. Yes, and the protagonist has long grown, his own "life is tending to decline." But he will never forget that day. A horse with a pink mane was forever in his heart ...