Sashka Kondratyev's story read a summary. Vyacheslav Kondratiev - Sasha
To all who fought near Rzhev
alive and dead
this story is dedicated
By the evening, as the Germans shot back, it was time for Sasha to take over for the night post. At the edge of the grove, a rare hut for rest was stuck to the spruce, and next to it thickly laid spruce branches, so that you could sit when your legs went numb, but you had to watch without interruption.
The sector of Sashka's review is not small: from a wrecked tank that turns black in the middle of the field, and to Panov, a tiny village, completely defeated, but in no way reached by ours. And it’s bad that the grove in this place did not break off immediately, but slipped down with small undergrowth and shrubs. And even worse, about a hundred meters away, a hillock rose with a birch forest, although not frequent, but blocking the battlefield.
According to all military rules, it would be necessary to put forward a post on that hillock, but they were afraid - it was far from the company. If the German intercepts, you won’t get help, that’s why they did it here. The view, however, is unimportant, at night every stump or bush turns into a Fritz, but at this post no one was seen in a dream. You can’t say the same about others, they napped there.
Sasha got a useless partner, with whom he alternated at the post: either he has a prick there, or he itchs in another place. No, not a malingerer, apparently, really ill, and weakened from hunger, well, age is showing. Sashka is young, holding on, and whoever is from the reserve, in years, is the hardest.
Having sent him to the hut to rest, Sashka lit a cigarette carefully so that the Germans would not notice the light, and began to think how it would be more dexterous and safer for him to do his job now, before it got completely dark and the rockets did not shuffle very much in the sky, or at dawn?
When they advanced for days on Panovo, he noticed a dead German near that hillock, and felt boots were painfully good on him. Then it was not up to that, and the boots were neat and, most importantly, dry (the German was killed in the winter and he lay on the upper part, not soaked with water). Sashka himself does not need these felt boots, but a misfortune happened to his company commander on the way, when the Volga was crossed. He fell into a hole and scooped up his boots to the top. Began to shoot - in any! The narrow tops tightened in the cold, and no matter who helped the company commander, nothing came of it. And so go - you will immediately freeze your legs. They went down to the dugout, and there one soldier offered the company commander boots for a shift. I had to agree, cut the tops along the seam, so that the boots could be pulled off and exchanged. Since then, the company commander has been swimming in these felt boots. Of course, it was possible to pick up boots from the dead, but the company commander either disdains or does not want to wear boots, and the boots are either not in the warehouse, or simply there is no time to mess around with it.
Sashka noticed the place where Fritz lies, he even has a landmark: two fingers to the left of the birch, which is on the edge of the hill. You can still see this birch, maybe now you can get close? Life is like this - nothing can be postponed.
When his partner Sashkin shook himself in the hut, cleared his throat and seemed to fall asleep, Sashka hurriedly smoked twice for courage - whatever you say, but getting out into the field, it blows cold - and, pulling the bolt of the machine gun to a combat platoon, he began to descend from the hillock, but what something stopped him... It happens on the front end like a premonition, like a voice says: don't do this. So it was with Sasha in the winter, when the snowy trenches had not yet melted. He sat in one, huddled up, froze in anticipation of the morning shelling, and suddenly ... the Christmas tree that grew in front of the trench fell on him, cut by a bullet. And Sasha felt uneasy, he waved from this trench to another. And when shelling in this very place a mine! If Sasha had stayed there, there would have been nothing to bury.
And now Sasha doesn't want to crawl to the German, and that's it! I'll put it off for the morning, he thought, and began to climb back.
And the night floated over the front line, as usual ... Rockets splashed into the sky, scattered there with a bluish light, and then, with a spike, already extinguished, went down to the earth torn apart by shells and mines ... Sometimes the sky was cut through by tracers, sometimes machine-gun bursts blew silence or a distant artillery cannonade ... As usual ... Sashka was already used to this, got used to it and realized that the war was unlike what they imagined in the Far East, when it rolled its waves across Russia, and they, sitting in the deep rear , worried that the war was going on for the time being past them, and no matter how it passed completely, and then they would not do anything heroic, which they dreamed of in the evenings in a warm smoking room.
Yes, it will be blowing for two months soon... And, enduring every hour from the Germans, Sashka has not yet seen a living enemy near him. The villages that they took stood as if dead, there was no movement in them. Only flocks of nasty howling mines, rustling shells flew from there, and tracer threads stretched. From the living they saw only tanks, which, counterattacking, perleyed at them, rumbling with engines and pouring machine-gun fire on them, and they rushed about on the then snowy field ... Well, our forty-fives yelped, drove away the Fritz.
Although Sasha thought about all this, he did not take his eyes off the field ... True, the Germans did not disturb them now, they got off with morning and evening mortar raids, well, the snipers were shooting, but it seems they are not going to attack. And why are they here, in this swamp lowland? Until now, water is being squeezed out of the earth. Until the roads are dry, the Germans are unlikely to trample, and by that time they should be replaced. How long can you be on the front?
About two hours later, a sergeant came with a check, treated Sasha to tobacco. We sat, smoked, chatted about this and that. The sergeant dreams of drinking all the time, he was spoiled in intelligence, they were more often served there. And only after the first offensive, Sasha's company got rich - three hundred grams each. They did not subtract the losses, they issued them according to the payroll. Before other offensives, they also gave, but only a hundred - and you won’t feel it. Yes, no time for vodka now ... It's bad with bread. No Navaru. A half-pot of liquid millet for two - and be healthy. Thaw!
When the sergeant left, not for long until the end of Sasha's shift. Soon he woke up his partner, led him, sleepy, to his place, and himself into the hut. He put on his greatcoat over his quilted jacket, covered himself with his head and fell asleep...
They slept here without waking up, but for some reason Sashka twice left sleep and once even got up to check on his partner - unreliable hurt. He did not sleep, but pecked with his nose, and Sashka patted him a little, shook him, because he was the eldest on duty, but he returned to the hut some kind of restless. Why did it happen? Something sucked. And he was even glad when his rest came to an end, when he took over the post - there is more hope for himself.
A small story by Kondratiev "Sasha" (its summary is given below) tells about the terrible everyday life of wartime. Her characters are ordinary people who had to deal with death every day. It is striking how, under such conditions, they could retain the best human qualities and remain humane even in relation to the enemy. This is how Kondratiev portrays the protagonist of the work.
"Sasha": a summary of chapter 1. In the night guard
Sasha's company is located near the grove. A hut was built under the spruce, in which the guards slept in turn. It was allowed to sit at the post, but it was necessary to watch what was happening constantly. This is how Kondratiev begins his story.
Sashka (a brief summary of his reflections is given below) took over the post. He furtively lit a cigarette and began to think about how to get felt boots for the company commander. He ruined his boots while crossing the Volga. Sashka remembered the place where the murdered Fritz lay in new felt boots. He was already going for prey, but something stopped him. The guy knew: inner instinct rarely deceives.
For two months now he was at the front, as Kondratyev notes, Sashka. The summary of his thoughts makes it clear that he never saw a living Fritz close by. How long will this wait last? The Germans fired, but did not advance, and their company was in cover and was waiting for a change.
The sergeant who checked the posts treated him with tobacco. They talked, and Sasha was left alone again. Finally woke up his partner and went to the hut. For some reason, I couldn't sleep. And he made up his mind.
For boots
The Germans stopped firing, and Sashka set off. We had to get through an open field. For himself, he would not climb. But he felt sorry for the commander, says Kondratyev. Sashka (a brief summary allows us to convey only important moments of the story) with difficulty pulled the boots from the corpse and crawled back. At that moment, the shelling began, which had never happened before. The hero felt embarrassed that he was safe. After all, the location of the company became the center of the explosions. Suddenly, the Germans appeared from behind the hillock. We must warn! And Sashka, having determined his path and breaking away, rushed to his own.
"Language"
The commander ordered to retreat behind the ravine. Silence fell suddenly, broken by a call for help. Then the enemy began to persuade them to lay down their arms. The commander guessed the provocation, and the soldiers rushed forward. As Kondratiev notes, Sashka (the author gives a summary of the thoughts that engulfed him at that moment in the story) was not at all afraid. He felt only anger and excitement. The Germans disappeared overnight. The guy was disappointed: such a case to get even - and failure.
Suddenly Sasha noticed a gray figure rushing to the side. He threw a lemon and, running up, fell on the Fritz. He turned out to be young and snub-nosed. The company commander arrived in time, and they disarmed the enemy. So for the first time (not the whole scene is described here, but only its summary) Sashka Kondratiev found himself nose to nose with a German.
After interrogation, the guy took the prisoner to headquarters. He did not look like a fascist at all, and the guy wanted to talk, but the hero did not know the language. On the way we sat down to smoke. Fritz saw unburied Russian soldiers. From this, as Kondratyev writes, Sasha - a summary of the chapters will emphasize this quality of the hero more than once - felt uncomfortable. And the fighter was also embarrassed by his unlimited power over the person walking next to him.
At the battalion headquarters
There was no boss, and Sasha was sent to the battalion commander. He was worried about the death of his girlfriend, so he gave the order: "For consumption." And his orderly was already looking at the German's watch. The hero could not break the promise given along the way to the prisoner: his life would be spared. He played for time and, when there was no hope of canceling the order, he noticed the battalion commander walking towards them. Sashka was no longer afraid of anything and looked firmly into the elder's eyes. He nevertheless ordered to lead the prisoner further. It was a moral victory for a hero who managed to preserve his humanity. It is no coincidence that in the course of the action the hero emphasized more than once: we are not like them (fascists).
This is the plot of the first part of the story and its summary.
"Sasha" Kondratiev: 2 chapter. Wound
There was a fight. The hero was suddenly pushed by something, and the sky appeared before his eyes. Sasha was wounded in the left hand. At first he was afraid that he would die from blood loss. Then he bandaged the wound himself. Before leaving for the rear, he left the machine gun and said goodbye to his comrades. And again he felt ashamed that he was leaving the company in this wet mud. Yes, and it is not known whether anyone will survive - this is how the story "Sasha" Kondratiev continues.
A brief summary of the hero's thoughts on the way to the hospital (and this is two kilometers under fire) can be described as follows. Ours have to learn to fight here, on the front lines. And that is why everyone makes mistakes: both soldiers and commanders. But the Germans cannot defeat the Russians - the hero was firmly convinced of this. And what the soldiers did every day, Sashka did not consider a feat. In his opinion, they were just doing their job every day.
On the way I met a soldier wounded in the chest. He understood that he would not live until the orderlies came. But nevertheless he himself showed the way to the fighter, and only then went on.
In hospital
The path was difficult, but the thought of an early meeting with Zina warmed. About how it turned out, will tell a brief summary.
Sashka Kondratiev - chapter by chapter you can restore his two-month stay at the front - he met his sister on the way to the front. He saved her life. There were then the first kisses, and promises to wait. Sasha saw Zina immediately. She seemed to enjoy the meeting. But something in her behavior confused the hero. And not in vain. The girl whom the guy considered the closest person was in love with the lieutenant. And although Sasha became unbearably sick, he decided not to interfere with Zina's happiness.
He was more outraged by the dancing party on the May holidays, arranged by the officers. He did not understand how you can have fun when all the fields are “ours”. The very next morning, the hero left the medical unit, heading to the hospital. He decided to visit his mother before returning to the front line. The fate of the infantry in the war is known, and maybe this is the last chance to see each other.
Chapter 3 In the rear. New acquaintances
There were many wounded along the Rzhev roads, writes Kondratiev. "Sashka" (a summary of the chapters you read) shows the ambiguous attitude of the inhabitants of the occupied villages to the soldiers who retreated in the first months of the war. Many were reluctant to accept them for the night - they themselves had nothing to eat. Seeing this, the hero felt awkward every time. And only in one village, which escaped the occupation, did the head set a queue for someone to receive the wounded for the night. It was possible not only to sleep here, but also to eat well. And so I had to bake cakes from rotten potatoes left in the field since autumn. Or to get by with tobacco.
Sasha's companions were Private Zhora and Lieutenant Volodya. Together they went through a lot. The first one hit a mine when he decided to pick a flower. And this ridiculous death seemed to the hero more terrible than death there, on the front line.
With the lieutenant, as the summary will show further, Sashka Kondratiev became very friendly. Together they ended up in the evacuation hospital, where an unpleasant incident occurred. The wounded began to complain to the chief about poor feeding. During the conversation, the lieutenant could not restrain himself and threw a plate, which almost hit the major. Sashka took the blame upon himself, reasoning that they would not send him further than the front line, and Volodya could be handed over to the tribunal. The special officer who investigated the case guessed who was the initiator of the story. But he did not inflate the matter and ordered Sasha to leave the hospital. The doctors did not release the lieutenant, and Sasha had to get to Moscow on his own.
Capital
The farther the front remained, the more the attitude of the inhabitants towards the wounded changed. Here they looked at Sasha as a hero. And the situation in Moscow itself was different - peaceful and calm. From this, the hero suddenly had a real understanding of what they were doing there. And he was no longer embarrassed either by burnt cotton trousers and a padded jacket, or a shot through hat, or an unshaven face - the author concludes the story.
This is how the action develops in the story (only a brief summary is given here) “Sasha” by Kondratiev chapter by chapter.
Lydia GOLOVINA
Lidia Anatolyevna GOLOVINA - teacher of the Russian language and literature of the secondary school in the village of Serdezh, Yaransky district, Kirov region.
We read the story of Vyacheslav Kondratyev "Sasha"
During the classes
Introductory speech of the teacher
There are many works in the literature about the war dedicated to the feat of an ordinary soldier who bore the brunt of the war on his shoulders. In the preface to the story "Sashka", K. Simonov wrote: "This is the story of a man who found himself in the most difficult time in the most difficult place and in the most difficult position - a soldier."
Writers began to appeal to the common man in the war, because they wanted to pay tribute to the thousands of soldiers who were not included in the honorary lists of heroes, who died without a trace or miraculously survived. The peculiarity of V. Kondratiev's story is that it shows not a series of battles, victories, defeats, but military life with its daily worries. Kondratiev explores the “spiritual substance” of a person who is forced to get used to a free life.
- The history of the appearance of the story: the Rzhev space.
In 1981, a one-volume book of novels and stories of the writer was published, which included, in addition to "Sasha", the story "Vacation after injury", "Borka's paths", "At the hundred and fifth kilometer" and stories. In almost all stories and short stories, we are talking about the same time (the hard war of 1942) and space (it can be called "Rzhev"). Rzhev is one of the cities in the Kalinin region, for which there were many months of stubborn battles. A huge number of soldiers died in the Rzhev direction. The writer himself recalls: “I began to live some kind of strange, double life: one in the real, the other in the past, in the war ... Then I began to look for my Rzhev brother-soldiers - I desperately needed one of them, but no one found, and the thought fell that maybe only I survived, and if so, then all the more I should tell about everything. And the moment came when I just could not help but start writing.” This is the story behind the story.
- What is the situation on the front line where Sasha is fighting?
The time of the story is the early spring of 1942. There are fierce battles. The hero of the story, who is not even called by his last name (everything is Sasha and Sasha, he is so young), has been on the “front end” for two months. On such a front end, where “just to dry, to warm up is already a considerable success”, and since the thaw, then “it’s bad with bread, no fat. Half a pot ... millet for two - and be healthy, and if it’s bad with bread, then it’s not better with shells, but the Germans beat and beat. The neutral zone between our and the German trenches is shot through and is only a thousand paces.” The narration is conducted, it seems, on behalf of the author, but at the same time it seems that the hero himself is telling. This is facilitated by the style of the story - simple, colloquial, and inversions characteristic of colloquial speech and vernacular.
- How is war portrayed?
Reading the passage “And the night sailed over the front line, as usual ...” Twice it is repeated “as usual”, although we are talking about terrible things. “Sashka was already used to it, he got used to it and realized that the war was not like what they imagined in the Far East ...” The war leaves traces of destruction and death. (Read the lines about it.) The author shows military life (find in the text the conditions in which the soldiers live). The words “hut”, “trench”, “dugout” emphasize the precariousness, unreliability of the situation.
- Find as many episodes in the story as you can in which with the greatest force is revealed Sasha's character . What testifies to his ability to think broadly, to compare, to understand the complexity of the situation?
There are many such episodes. This is the scene when Sashka crawls at night to the dead neutral line to get his company commander boots from a dead German, because the lieutenant has such pima that they cannot be dried over the summer. This is not about ammunition, not about a combat mission - about felt boots, this is vital. Sashka will capture the "tongue", be wounded, refuse to shoot the German, console the seriously wounded soldier and bring the orderlies to him. The wounded Sashka will return to the company, save the ardent lieutenant Volodka from the tribunal, understand Zina, pity the romantic young girls who happily go to the front ...
These episodes reveal Sasha's personality from different sides, as if he is being tested for endurance, for humanity, for loyalty in friendship, in love, tests of power over another person.
- Expressive reading episode of the capture of a German (or a retelling of the episode). What character traits are shown here? Why did he refuse to shoot the prisoner?
Sashka shows desperate courage - he takes the German with his bare hands (he had no cartridges, he gave his disk to the company commander). At the same time, he does not consider himself a hero at all. When Sashka leads the German to headquarters, he suddenly realizes what power he has over the enemy.
“And Sasha felt uneasy from the almost unlimited power over another person that had fallen on him.”
And he also realized that the German was just another person, the same soldier, only fooled and deceived. Sasha talks to him like a human being and tries to understand him. Before us is a kind, humane Russian soldier. The war did not crippled his soul, did not depersonalize him. Sasha is ashamed in front of the German that their defense is useless, that the dead are not buried, as if this is his personal fault.
Sashka pities the German, but it is impossible not to follow the order of the battalion commander, and Sashka is playing for time, and the author stretches their path, forcing the reader to worry: how will this end? The battalion commander is approaching, and Sasha does not lower her gaze in front of him, feeling that he is right. “And the captain turned away his eyes,” canceled his order.
- Sasha and Tolik are the same age. Compare two heroes . For what purpose did the author introduce the connected Tolik into the story?
Sasha and Tolik are opposed: responsibility and irresponsibility, sympathy and indifference, honesty and selfishness.
Tolik's motto is “our business is calf”, he is already trying on the watch of a German who has not yet been shot, he is ready to bargain with Sasha so as not to miss the “trophy”. He does not have a “barrier, barrier” in his soul, like Sasha.
- Analyze the scene in the hospital. Why does Sasha take the blame for Lieutenant Volodka?
Sasha's friendship with the lieutenant did not last long. But here, too, Sashka shows himself on the positive side: he shields a friend who could be brought under the tribunal, and he, a private, will not be sent further than the front line. Sashka, who does not look like a hero, not a dashing soldier, turns out to be stronger and bolder than a desperate lieutenant.
- What aspects of Sasha's character are revealed in the relationship with Zina?
Zina is Sasha's first love. He saved her life. He often remembers her, expects a meeting. But when he finds out that they have a party in the hospital, that people can dance and have fun, he is very surprised and indignant. And when she realizes that she and the lieutenant are in love, she leaves without hurting Zina with unnecessary conversations. Sasha cannot do otherwise, justice and kindness again take over.
- Why did the author turn to the topic of war? How true is the image of the hero?
The author of the story was wounded near Rzhev, received the medal "For Courage"; then again the front, wound, hospital, disability. He was already over fifty when he took up the story of the war. Kondratiev began to look for former fellow soldiers, but he did not find anyone and suddenly thought, maybe he alone survived. So, he must, is obliged to tell about everything he saw, what he experienced in the war. In the spring of 1962, he drove through the places of his former front line and saw “the whole Rzhev land, dotted with craters, on which rusty, punched helmets and soldier’s bowlers were also lying ... the unburied remains of those who fought here, maybe those whom he knew, with whom I drank zhidnyupshenka from the same pot, and it pierced me: you can only write the strict truth about this, otherwise it will be simply immoral.
Lesson Conclusions
If we keep in mind everything that Vyacheslav Kondratiev wrote, then we can say that he managed to say a new word about his generation. Sasha belongs to the generation that suffered the most in the war. Among the front-line soldiers born in 1922, 1923, 1924, three percent survived - such is the mournful statistics. Of the hundred who went to the front, only three people survived. Judging by Sasha, what wonderful guys they were!
And here's what's amazing. The situation of the trench, the front, constant danger gives Kondratiev's heroes a sense of life, which means front-line friendship, brotherhood, humanity, kindness.
And one more feature of the work of Vyacheslav Kondratiev should be noted - a pronounced interest in the folk origins of character. Sasha embodied the best features of the people's worldview - courage, intelligence, good spirits, endurance, humanism and the greatest faith in victory.
You can complete the work by answering the following question in writing: “What character traits make Sasha related to the best heroes of works of literature of the XX (XIX) century?”
Among the works that truthfully tell about the terrible front-line everyday life of the Second World War is the story of the writer-front-line soldier V. Kondratyev "Sasha". There are no beautiful words praising the feat of a soldier who sacrificed his life in a terrible battle. The author does not show the valiant victories of the Soviet troops. The everyday life of a simple warrior, "who found himself in the most difficult time in the most difficult place," is the main theme of the work "Sasha" by Kondratiev. An analysis of the actions of the hero helps to understand what worried and tormented a person who was torn out of peaceful life and thrown into the very muzzle of war.
From the history of the creation of the story
Kondratiev went to the front in December 1941. As part of a rifle brigade, he took part in the fierce battles for Rzhev that unfolded in the 42nd, was wounded and awarded a medal. Impressions from those terrible years remained for life, as evidenced by the analysis of the story "Sasha". Kondratiev, who took up the pen at a fairly mature age (the story "Sashka" was published in 1979, and in the 80th its author turned 60), every night he was disturbed by dreams in which he saw comrades-in-arms from near Rzhev. He even tried to find fellow soldiers, but he did not find anyone, which gave rise to a terrible thought: “Maybe I alone survived?”
The writer admitted that he had read many works about the war, but did not find in them that which did not let go of his soul. And then he decided to talk about “his” war, otherwise some of its pages would “remain undisclosed.” From that moment, Vyacheslav Kondratiev began his literary activity.
"Sasha": a summary of the story
The action takes place in early spring. The main character, Private Sashka, has been fighting for the second month on the front line near Rzhev, but for him everything here is “as usual”. The Germans keep beating and beating, but they are bad with food (because of the thaw, even bread is not enough), and with shells, and there is nowhere to dry clothes and shoes. Military life with the smallest details looms in the story "Sashka" Vyacheslav Kondratiev. An analysis of these scenes leads to the thought of how difficult it was for a person in such conditions to remain a "Man" and not step over the laws of conscience.
- he gets boots for the company commander (not for himself!), whose pims are so thin that you can’t even dry them;
- captures a German, whom the hand never raised to shoot;
- takes on someone else's guilt and saves a young lieutenant from the tribunal;
- meets with nurse Zina and leaves her path after learning that she is in love with another.
This is the plot of the story "Sasha" by Kondratiev. An analysis of these scenes helps to understand how the hero managed to go through the prepared trials and not lose his dignity.
The capture of a German
This scene is one of the key in the work. Sasha takes the tongue with his "bare hands", as he was unarmed. And suddenly at that moment he, who had been in the most dangerous and hopeless attacks, saw in the guise of a prisoner not an enemy, but a person deceived by someone. He promised him life, since on the leaflet, picked up on the way to the headquarters, it was written that Russian soldiers did not mock the prisoners. On the way, Sashka constantly felt a sense of shame both because their defenses were useless and because their dead comrades lay unburied. But most of all, he felt awkward from the fact that he suddenly felt unlimited power over this man. Such is he, Sasha Kondratieva. An analysis of his state of mind shows why he was never able to shoot the prisoner and, as a result, violated the order of the battalion commander. Feeling right, he managed to look directly into his eyes, which is why the commander was forced to cancel his original decision to shoot "tongue". Later, Sashka thought that if he remained alive, the German captured by him would be the most memorable event of the war for him.
Here it is - one of the main qualities of a Russian warrior: always preserve humanism in yourself, remember that you are a person. This is especially emphasized in the story Kondratiev. Sashka - the analysis of the work is proof of this - was able to oppose good to evil in one of the most difficult periods of his life.
Lieutenant's defense
Another important episode is the case in the hospital, when Sashka stood up for his new acquaintance (a young lieutenant) before the special officer. They knew nothing at all, but Sashka was well aware of what could threaten a lieutenant who had a rank, a quarrel started by Vladimir. And nothing will happen to him, an ordinary soldier: they won’t send him further than the front anyway. As a result, the lieutenant remained in the hospital, and Sasha was forced to go further to Moscow himself. The desperate and ardent lieutenant in fact turned out to be weaker than the private who surpassed him in strength of spirit and courage - an analysis of the story "Sashka" by Kondratiev leads to this.
love test
During the war, Sasha met Zina. Acquaintance with her warmed his soul, since there was no one dearer to her for the hero. Vyacheslav Kondratyev conducts his hero through the traditional test of love in literature. Sashka (a summary of whose relationship with his girlfriend fits into several scenes) behaves with dignity here too: the ability to understand another person and spiritual kindness are stronger.
At first, he looks forward to meeting the girl, and when she took place, he finds out that Zina has a new love. Sasha is experiencing deep disappointment at this moment. This is also a misunderstanding of how you can have a party when there, on the front line, all the fields are “ours”. This is the pain from the fact that she preferred Sasha to another. But he just leaves, without reproaching Zina for anything and without demanding any explanation from her.
So what is he, Sasha Kondratieva?
Analysis of the story and actions of the protagonist helps to understand the most important thing that the author wanted to convey to the reader: it is possible to go through the terrible trials of the war and keep the Man in oneself. He emphasizes this with a phrase belonging to Sasha: “We are people, not fascists.” And these soldiers were the majority. Many front-line soldiers saw their comrades in the image of a hero. And this means that just such warriors won the victory, including V. Kondratiev himself, Sashka.
Analysis of the work helps to recreate the image of a Russian soldier: courageous, hardy, who managed to maintain humanism, faith in victory.
Kondratiev Vyacheslav Leonidovich.
To all who fought near Rzhev
alive and dead
this story is dedicated
By the evening, as the Germans shot back, it was time for Sasha to take over for the night post. At the edge of the grove, a rare hut for rest was stuck to the spruce, and next to it thickly laid spruce branches, so that you could sit when your legs went numb, but you had to watch without interruption.
The sector of Sashka's review is not small: from a wrecked tank that turns black in the middle of the field, and to Panov, a tiny village, completely defeated, but in no way reached by ours. And it’s bad that the grove in this place did not break off immediately, but slipped down with small undergrowth and shrubs. And even worse, about a hundred meters away, a hillock rose with a birch forest, although not frequent, but blocking the battlefield.
According to all military rules, it would be necessary to put forward a post on that hillock, but they were afraid - it was far from the company. If the German intercepts, you won’t get help, that’s why they did it here. The view, however, is unimportant, at night every stump or bush turns into a Fritz, but at this post no one was seen in a dream. You can’t say the same about others, they napped there.
Sasha got a useless partner, with whom he alternated at the post: either he has a prick there, or he itchs in another place. No, not a malingerer, apparently, really ill, and weakened from hunger, well, age is showing. Sashka is young, holding on, and whoever is from the reserve, in years, is the hardest.
Having sent him to the hut to rest, Sashka lit a cigarette carefully so that the Germans would not notice the light, and began to think how it would be more dexterous and safer for him to do his job now, before it got completely dark and the rockets did not shuffle very much in the sky, or at dawn?
When they advanced for days on Panovo, he noticed a dead German near that hillock, and felt boots were painfully good on him. Then it was not up to that, and the boots were neat and, most importantly, dry (the German was killed in the winter and he lay on the upper part, not soaked with water). Sashka himself does not need these felt boots, but a misfortune happened to his company commander on the way, when the Volga was crossed. He fell into a hole and scooped up his boots to the top. Began to shoot - in any! The narrow tops tightened in the cold, and no matter who helped the company commander, nothing came of it. And so go - you will immediately freeze your legs. They went down to the dugout, and there one soldier offered the company commander boots for a shift. I had to agree, cut the tops along the seam, so that the boots could be pulled off and exchanged. Since then, the company commander has been swimming in these felt boots. Of course, it was possible to pick up boots from the dead, but the company commander either disdains or does not want to wear boots, and the boots are either not in the warehouse, or simply there is no time to mess around with it.
Sashka noticed the place where Fritz lies, he even has a landmark: two fingers to the left of the birch, which is on the edge of the hill. You can still see this birch, maybe now you can get close? Life is like this - nothing can be postponed.
When his partner Sashkin shook himself in the hut, cleared his throat and seemed to fall asleep, Sashka hurriedly smoked twice for courage - whatever you say, but getting out into the field, it blows cold - and, pulling the bolt of the machine gun to a combat platoon, he began to descend from the hillock, but what something stopped him ... It happens on the front end like a premonition, like a voice says: don't do this. So it was with Sasha in the winter, when the snowy trenches had not yet melted. He sat in one, shrank, froze in anticipation of the morning shelling, and suddenly ... the Christmas tree that grew in front of the trench fell on him, cut by a bullet. And Sasha felt uneasy, he waved from this trench to another. And when shelling in this very place a mine! If Sasha had stayed there, there would have been nothing to bury.
And now Sasha doesn't want to crawl to the German, and that's it! I'll put it off for the morning, he thought, and began to climb back.
And the night floated over the front line, as usual ... Rockets splashed into the sky, scattered there with a bluish light, and then with a spike, already extinguished, they went down to the ground torn apart by shells and mines ... Sometimes the sky was cut through by tracers, sometimes silence was blasted by machine-gun bursts or distant artillery cannonade ... As usual ... Sashka was already used to this, he got used to it and realized that the war was not like what they imagined in the Far East, when it rolled its waves across Russia, and they, sitting in the rear, were worried that there was a war going on so far them, and no matter how it completely passed, and then they would not do anything heroic, which they dreamed of in the evenings in a warm smoking room.
Yes, soon two months will blow ... And, enduring hourly from the Germans, Sashka has not yet seen near a living enemy. The villages that they took stood as if dead, there was no movement in them. Only flocks of nasty howling mines, rustling shells flew from there, and tracer threads stretched. From the living they saw only tanks, which, counterattacking, perlied at them, rumbling with engines and pouring machine-gun fire on them, and they rushed about on the then snow-covered field ... Well, our forty-fives yelped, drove away the Fritz.
Although Sasha thought about all this, he did not take his eyes off the field ... True, the Germans did not disturb them now, they got off with morning and evening mortar raids, well, the snipers were shooting, but it seems they are not going to attack. And why are they here, in this swamp lowland? Until now, water is being squeezed out of the earth. Until the roads are dry, the Germans are unlikely to trample, and by that time they should be replaced. How long can you be on the front?
About two hours later, a sergeant came with a check, treated Sasha to tobacco. We sat, smoked, chatted about this and that. The sergeant dreams of drinking all the time, he was spoiled in intelligence, they were more often served there. And only after the first offensive, Sasha's company got rich - three hundred grams each. They did not subtract the losses, they issued them according to the payroll. Before other offensives, they also gave, but only a hundred - and you won’t feel it. Yes, no time for vodka now ... It’s bad with bread. No Navaru. A half-pot of liquid millet for two - and be healthy. Thaw!
When the sergeant left, not for long until the end of Sasha's shift. Soon he woke up his partner, led him, sleepy, to his place, and himself into the hut. He put on a greatcoat over a quilted jacket, covered himself with his head and fell asleep ...
They slept here without waking up, but for some reason Sashka twice left sleep and once even got up to check on his partner - unreliable hurt. He did not sleep, but pecked with his nose, and Sashka patted him a little, shook him, because he was the eldest on duty, but he returned to the hut some kind of restless. Why did it happen? Something sucked. And he was even glad when his rest came to an end, when he took over the post - there is more hope for himself.
Dawn had not yet come, and the Germans suddenly stopped launching rockets - so, rarely, one or the other in different parts of the field. But this did not alert Sasha: he got tired of shooting all night, so they finished. It even suits him. Now he is to the German for felt boots and hit the road ...
He quickly got to the hillock, not very hiding, and to the birch, but here it was bad luck ... The distance of two fingers on the terrain of thirty meters turned around, and not a bush, not a hole of any kind - an open field. No matter how the German spotted! Here it’s on the belly, crawling ...
Sashka hesitated a little, wiped the sweat from his forehead ... For himself, he wouldn’t have climbed for anything, damn these boots! But it's a pity for the commander. His pims were soaked through with water - and they couldn’t dry out over the summer, but here he puts on dry ones and walks around in dry ones until he gets boots from the warehouse ... Well, there wasn’t!
Without stopping, Sashka crawled to the German, buried himself behind him, looked around and took up his boots. Pulled, but does not come out! The fact that he had to touch a dead body did not bother him - they got used to the corpses. Scattered throughout the grove, they no longer look like people. In winter, their faces are not the color of the deceased, but orange, just like dolls, and therefore Sasha did not disdain very much. And now, although it is spring, their faces have remained the same - reddish.
In general, while lying down, it was impossible to remove the felt boots from the corpse, I had to get up on my knees, but it doesn’t work out either, the whole Fritz reaches for his felt boots, so what to do? But then Sashka realized to put his foot on the German and try it like that. The felt boot began to give way, and when it started to move, it already went ... So, there is one.
The sky in the east turned yellow a little, but it was still far from the real dawn - so, something was barely beginning to be seen around. The Germans completely stopped launching rockets. Nevertheless, before taking on the second felt boot, Sasha looked around. Everything seems to be calm, you can shoot. He took off and crawled quickly to the hillock, and from there, among the aspens and bushes, you can safely grow up to your hut.
As soon as Sasha thought it, how it howled over his head, rustled, and then explosions rumbled all over the grove, and it went ... The Germans started something a little early today. Why would it?
From the hillock he slid into a lowland and lay down under a bush. There is no need to return to the grove now, everything there is in a rumble, cod, in smoke and burning, but the Germans do not hit here. Again I thought: it was not without reason that they started at such an early hour, and the shelling of the big mines burst one after another, in batches, as if some hefty machine-gunner was scribbling a line. And suddenly attack, bastards, thought up? This thought burned, but made Sasha look both ways. In the grove, now, under such shelling, everyone was pressed into the ground, they were not up to observation.