And the Platons are in a beautiful and bright world. "in a beautiful and furious world"

(Machinist Maltsev)

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In the Tolubeevsky depot, Alexander Vasilyevich Maltsev was considered the best locomotive driver. He was thirty years old, but he already had the qualification of a first-class driver and had driven fast trains for a long time. When the first powerful passenger steam locomotive of the IS series arrived at our depot, Maltsev was assigned to work on this machine, which was quite reasonable and correct. An elderly man from the depot locksmiths named Fyodor Petrovich Drabanov worked as an assistant for Maltsev, but he soon passed the exam for a driver and went to work for another machine, and I, instead of Drabanov, was assigned to work in Maltsev's brigade as an assistant; before that I also worked as an assistant mechanic, but only on an old, low-power machine. I was pleased with my appointment. The IS machine, the only one on our traction site at that time, just by its appearance aroused a feeling of inspiration in me; I could look at her for a long time, and a special moved joy awakened in me - just as beautiful as in childhood when I first read Pushkin's poems. In addition, I wanted to work in a brigade of a first-class mechanic in order to learn from him the art of driving heavy high-speed trains. Alexander Vasilyevich accepted my appointment to his brigade calmly and indifferently; he apparently did not care who his assistants would be. Before the trip, as usual, I checked all the components of the car, tested all its service and auxiliary mechanisms and calmed down, considering the car ready for the trip. Alexander Vasilyevich saw my work, he followed it, but after me he checked the condition of the car with his own hands, as if he did not trust me. This was repeated afterwards, and I was already used to the fact that Alexander Vasilyevich constantly interfered in my duties, although he was silently upset. But usually, as soon as we were in motion, I forgot about my grief. Distracting my attention from the devices monitoring the state of the running steam locomotive, from observing the operation of the left car and the track ahead, I looked at Maltsev. He led the cast with the courageous confidence of a great master, with the concentration of an inspired artist who absorbed the entire external world into his inner experience and therefore dominates it. Alexander Vasilyevich's eyes looked ahead abstractly, as if empty, but I knew that he saw them all the way ahead and all nature rushing towards us - even a sparrow swept from the ballast slope by the wind piercing the space of the car, even this sparrow attracted Maltsev's gaze, and for a moment he turned his head after the sparrow: what will become of him after us, where he flew. It was our fault that we were never late; on the contrary, we were often detained at intermediate stations, which we must proceed on the move, because we were walking with a surge of time and we were put back into the schedule by means of delays. We usually worked in silence; only occasionally did Alexander Vasilyevich, without turning in my direction, bang the key on the boiler, wanting me to turn my attention to some disorder in the operating mode of the machine, or preparing me for a sharp change in this mode, so that I was vigilant. I always understood the silent instructions of my senior comrade and worked with full zeal, but the mechanic still treated me, as well as the grease fireman, aloof and constantly checking grease nipples at parking lots, tightening the bolts in the drawbar assemblies, tested the axle boxes on the leading axles and so on. If I had just inspected and oiled any working rubbing part, Maltsev followed me again inspecting and oiling it, as if he did not consider my work to be valid. - I, Alexander Vasilievich, have already checked this crosshead, - I told him once, when he began to check this detail after me. - And I myself want - with a smile, replied Maltsev, and in his smile there was sadness that struck me. Later I understood the meaning of his sadness and the reason for his constant indifference to us. He felt his superiority in front of us, because he understood the machine more accurately than we did, and he did not believe that I or anyone else could learn the secret of his talent, the secret of seeing both the passing sparrow and the signal ahead, feeling the path at the same moment, composition weight and machine force. Maltsev understood, of course, that in diligence, in diligence, we could even overcome him, but he could not imagine that we loved the steam locomotive better and drove trains better than him - he thought it was impossible. And Maltsev was therefore sad with us; he was bored of his talent, as of loneliness, not knowing how to express it so that we could understand. And we, however, could not understand his skills. I once asked for permission to lead me the composition myself; Alexander Vasilyevich allowed me to travel forty kilometers and sat down in the assistant's place. I drove the train, and after twenty kilometers I already had four minutes of delay, and overcame exits from long ascents at a speed of no more than thirty kilometers per hour. Maltsev drove the car after me; he took ascents at a speed of fifty kilometers, and on curves he did not throw the car, like mine, and he soon caught up with the time I had lost.

The main character of the story, Alexander Vasilyevich Maltsev, was considered the best locomotive driver in the depot. He was quite young - about thirty years old - but already had the status of a first class driver. And no one was surprised when he was assigned to the brand new and very powerful IS passenger steam locomotive. It was "reasonable and correct." The storyteller became Maltsev's assistant. He was extremely pleased with the fact that he got on this IS car - the only one in the depot.

Maltsev showed practically no feelings about the new assistant, although he closely watched his work. The narrator was always amazed that after checking the machine and its lubrication, Maltsev himself rechecked and lubricated everything again. The narrator was often annoyed at this oddity in the behavior of the driver, he believed that he was simply not trusted, but then he got used to it. Under the noise of the wheels, he forgot about his insult, carried away by the instruments. He often looked at how Maltsev was driving the car with inspiration. It was like playing an actor. Maltsev attentively followed not only the road, but managed to enjoy the beauty of nature, and even a little sparrow caught in the air stream from a steam locomotive did not escape his gaze.

The work was always done in silence. And only sometimes Maltsev tapped the key on the boiler, "wishing that I would turn my attention to some disorder in the operating mode of the machine ...". The narrator says that he worked very hard, but the attitude of the driver to him was exactly the same as to the grease-fireman, and he still carefully checked all the details behind his assistant. Once, unable to resist, the narrator asked Maltsev why he was rechecking everything after him. "But I myself want to," Maltsev replied with a smile, and his smile contained sadness that struck me. " Later, the reason for this sadness became clear: “he felt his superiority in front of us, because he understood the machine more accurately than we did, and he did not believe that I or someone else could learn the secret of his talent, the secret of seeing both a passing sparrow and a signal ahead, feeling at the same moment the path, the weight of the train and the effort of the machine. " So, he was just bored alone with his talent.

Once the narrator asked Maltsev to allow him to drive the car a little, but his car was thrown around the corners, the climbs were overcome slowly, and very soon there was a delay of four minutes. As soon as control passed into the hands of the driver himself, the delay was overtaken.

The narrator worked for Maltsev for about a year, when the tragic story happened ... Maltsev's car took a train of eight to ten passenger axles, which were already three hours late. Maltsev's task was to shorten this time as much as possible, at least by an hour.

We set off. The car worked almost at its limit, and the speed was at least ninety kilometers per hour.

The train was heading towards a huge cloud, inside of which everything was clogged and lightning flashed. Soon the driver's cab was seized by a whirlwind of dust, almost nothing was visible. Suddenly lightning struck: “An instant blue light flashed at my eyelashes and penetrated into me to the very shuddering heart; I grabbed the tap of the injector, but the pain in my heart had already left me. " The narrator looked at Maltsev: he did not even change his face. As it turned out, he did not even see the lightning.

Soon the train passed the downpour that began after the lightning, and drove out into the steppe. The narrator noticed that Maltsev began to drive the car worse: at bends, the train was thrown, the speed either decreased or sharply increased. Apparently, the driver was just tired.

Preoccupied with malfunctions in electrical appliances, the narrator did not notice that the train was racing under the red warning signals. Already the wheels were knocking on the firecrackers. "We are crushing firecrackers!" - shouted the narrator and reached for the controls. "Away!" - exclaimed Maltsev and put on the brakes.

The locomotive stopped. There is another steam locomotive about ten meters away from it, its driver was waving with all his might a red poker red-hot on the fire, giving a signal. This meant that while the narrator turned away, Maltsev drove first under the yellow, then under the red semaphore, and you never know what other signals. Why didn't he stop? “Kostya! - Alexander Vasilievich called me.

I went up to him. - Kostya! What's ahead of us? - I explained to him.

The narrator brought the dejected Maltsev home. Near the house, he asked to be left alone. To the narrator's objections, he replied: "Now I see, go home ..." And indeed, he saw his wife come out to meet him. Kostya decided to check him up and asked if his wife's head was covered with a headscarf or not. And having received the correct answer, he left the driver.

Maltsev was put on trial. The narrator tried his best to justify his superior. But the fact that Maltsev endangered not only his own life, but the lives of thousands of people, could not forgive him. Why did the blind Maltsev not transfer control to another? Why took such a risk?

The narrator will ask the same questions to Maltsev.

“I was used to seeing light, and I thought I saw it, but I saw it then only in my mind, in my imagination. Actually I was blind, but I didn't know that. I didn’t believe in firecrackers either, although I heard them: I thought I had misheard. And when you gave the stop beeps and shouted to me, I saw a green signal ahead, I didn’t guess right away. ” The narrator reacted with understanding to the words of Maltsev. Material from the site

The next year, the storyteller takes the train driver exams. Every time, leaving for the road, checking the car, he sees Maltsev sitting on a painted bench. He leaned on a cane and turned his face with empty blind eyes towards the locomotive. "Away!" - he only spoke to all the attempts of the narrator to console him. But one day Kostya invited Maltsev to go with him: “Tomorrow at ten thirty I will lead the train. If you sit still, I'll take you to the car. " Maltsev agreed.

The next day, the narrator invited Maltsev to the car. The blind man was ready to obey, so he humbly promised not to touch anything, but only to obey. The driver put one hand on the reverse, and the other on the brake lever, and put his hands on top to help. On the way back we went the same way. Already on the way to the destination, the narrator saw a yellow traffic light, but decided to check his teacher and walked to the yellow one at full speed.

“I see yellow light,” Maltsev said. "Or maybe you're just imagining again that you see the light!" - answered the story-chik. Then Maltsev turned his face to him and began to cry.

He drove the car to the end without help. And in the evening the narrator went with Maltsev to his home and for a long time could not leave him alone, "like his own son, without protection against the action of sudden and hostile forces of our beautiful and furious world."

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IS passenger steam locomotive. It was "reasonable and correct". The storyteller became Maltsev's assistant. He was extremely pleased with the fact that he got on this IS car - the only one in the depot.

Maltsev showed practically no feelings towards the new assistant, although he closely watched his work. The narrator was always amazed that after checking the machine and its lubrication, Maltsev himself rechecked and lubricated everything again. The narrator was often annoyed at this oddity in the behavior of the driver, he believed that he was simply not trusted, but then he got used to it. Under the noise of the wheels, he forgot about his insult, carried away by the instruments. Often

He watched Maltsev drive the car with inspiration. It was like playing an actor. Maltsev closely followed not only the road, but managed to enjoy the beauty of nature, and even a small sparrow caught in the air stream from a steam locomotive did not escape his gaze.

The work was always done in silence. And only sometimes Maltsev tapped the key on the boiler, "wanting me to turn my attention to some disorder in the operating mode of the machine ...". The narrator says that he worked very hard, but the attitude of the driver to him was exactly the same as to the grease-fireman, and he still carefully checked all the details for his assistant. Once, unable to resist, the narrator asked Maltsev why he was checking everything after him. "But I myself want to," replied Maltsev with a smile, and there was sadness in his smile that struck me. " Later, the reason for this sadness became clear: “he felt his superiority in front of us, because he understood the machine more accurately than we did, and he did not believe that I or someone else could learn the secret of his talent, the secret of seeing both a passing sparrow and a signal ahead, feeling at the same moment the path, the weight of the train and the effort of the machine. " So, he was just bored alone with his talent.

Once the narrator asked Maltsev to let him drive the car a little, but his car was thrown around the turns, the climbs were overcome slowly, and very soon he was four minutes late. As soon as control passed into the hands of the driver himself, the delay was overtaken.

The narrator worked for Maltsev for about a year, when the tragic story happened ... Maltsev's car took a train of eighty passenger axles, which were already three hours late. Maltsev's task was to shorten this time as much as possible, at least by an hour.

We set off. The car was working almost at its limit, and the speed was not less than ninety kilometers per hour.

The train was heading towards a huge cloud, inside of which everything bubbled and lightning flashed. Soon the driver's cab was seized by a whirlwind of dust, almost nothing was visible. Suddenly lightning struck: "an instant blue light flashed at my eyelashes and penetrated into me to the very shuddering heart; I grabbed the faucet of the injector, but the pain in my heart had already left me." The narrator looked at Maltsev: he did not even change his face. As it turned out, he did not even see the lightning.

Soon the train passed the downpour that began after the lightning, and drove out into the steppe. The narrator noticed that Maltsev began to drive the car worse: at bends the train was thrown, the speed either decreased or sharply increased. Apparently, the driver was just tired.

I went up to him. - Kostya! What's ahead of us? - I explained to him.

Maltsev was put on trial. The narrator tried his best to justify his superior. But the fact that Maltsev endangered not only his own life, but also the lives of thousands of people, could not forgive him. Why did the blind Maltsev not transfer control to another? Why took such a risk?

The narrator will ask the same questions to Maltsev.

"I was used to seeing the light, and I thought I saw it, but I saw it then only in my mind, in my imagination. In fact, I was blind, but I did not know that. I didn’t believe in firecrackers either, although I heard them: I thought I misheard. And when you gave the stop beeps and shouted to me, I saw a green signal ahead, I didn’t guess right away. ” The narrator reacted with understanding to the words of Maltsev.

The next year, the storyteller takes the train driver exams. Every time, leaving for the road, checking the car, he sees Maltsev sitting on a painted bench. He leaned on a cane and turned his face with empty blind eyes towards the locomotive. "Away!" - he only spoke to all the attempts of the narrator to console him. But one day Kostya invited Maltsev to go with him: "Tomorrow at ten thirty I will lead the train. If you sit quietly, I will take you into the car." Maltsev agreed.

“I see yellow light,” Maltsev said. "Or maybe you're just imagining again that you see the light!" - answered the narrator. Then Maltsev turned his face to him and began to cry.

Retelling plan

1. Acquaintance with the driver Maltsev and his assistant.
2. Maltsev takes on a difficult task and goes blind while the train is moving. Such management of the composition could lead to disaster.
3. Maltsev regains his sight, he is put on trial and sent to prison.
4. The former train driver goes blind again during an investigative experiment with lightning-like electrical discharges.
5. After a special exam, the driver's assistant drives the passenger trains. He takes the blind Maltsev on a trip.
6. Maltsev begins to see clearly.

Retelling

The hero tells about the incident that happened to him and "the best locomotive driver" Maltsev. He was young, thirty years old, but already had a first class qualification and drove fast trains.

Maltsev was the first to be transferred to the new IS passenger steam locomotive. The narrator was appointed to be his assistant. He was very pleased with the opportunity to master the art of driving, and at the same time to join the new technique.

The driver received the new assistant indifferently. He relied only on himself and his knowledge in everything, so he carefully rechecked all the parts and assemblies of the machine. It was a habit, but it offended the student with disbelief in his ability. But the hero forgave a lot for his professionalism to his teacher, who definitely felt the way. The train was never late, they quickly caught up with delays at intermediate stations along the way.

Maltsev practically did not communicate with either the assistant or the stoker. If he wanted to point out flaws in the operation of the machine that needed to be eliminated, he knocked on the boiler with a key. He thought that no one else could love a steam locomotive and drive it the way he did. “And we, however, could not understand his skills,” the author admits.

Once the driver allowed the narrator to lead the train on his own. But after some time he was behind schedule by four and a half minutes. Maltsev successfully compensated for this time.

For almost a year, the hero worked as an assistant. And then an event happened that turned the lives of the heroes. They took the train four hours late. The dispatcher asked to close this gap in order to empty the truck on the next road. The train entered the zone of a thundercloud. Blue light hit the windshield, blinding the hero. It was lightning, but Maltsev did not see it.

Night has come. The hero noticed that Maltsev began to drive the car worse, later it became clear that something was wrong with him. When the hero screamed, the driver braked urgently. A man stood on the road and waved a red-hot poker to stop the train. Ahead, just ten meters away, was a freight train. They did not notice how yellow, red, and other warning signals passed. This could lead to disaster. Maltsev ordered his assistant to drive the locomotive, admitting that he was blind.

After reporting the incident to the head of the depot, the assistant went to escort him home. Already on the way to the house, Maltsev regained his sight.

After the incident, Maltsev was put on trial. The investigator called the driver's assistant as a witness, and he said that he did not consider Maltsev guilty, since the driver was blinded by a close lightning strike. But the investigator reacted with suspicion to these words, because the lightning did not affect the others. But the hero had his own explanation. In his opinion, Maltsev was blinded by the light of the lightning, and not by the discharge itself. And when the lightning struck, he was already blind.

Maltsev was still found guilty, since he did not transfer control to an assistant, risking the lives of hundreds of people. From the investigator, the hero went to Maltsev. When asked why he did not entrust him with his place, he replied that it seemed to him that he was seeing the light, but in fact it was in his imagination. Maltsev was sent to prison. The hero became an assistant to another driver. But he missed Maltsev, his ability to really work, and did not leave the thought of helping him.

He proposed to conduct an experiment with a prisoner using a Tesla installation to obtain artificial lightning. However, the experiment was carried out without warning, and Maltsev went blind again. But now the chances of regaining sight were much less. Both the investigator and the hero felt guilty for what had happened. Having found justice and innocence, Maltsev received an illness that prevented him from living and working.

At this moment, for the first time, the hero came up with the idea of the existence of some fatal forces, accidentally and indifferently destroying a person. "I saw that there are facts proving the existence of circumstances hostile to human life, and these destructive forces crush the chosen, exalted people." But the hero decided not to give up and resist the circumstances. A year later, the former assistant passed the exam for the rank of a driver and began to independently drive passenger trains. Very often he met Maltsev, who, rubbing his cane, stood at the station platform and "eagerly breathed the smell of burning and lubricating oil, listened attentively to the rhythmic work of the steam-air pump." He understood the melancholy of Maltsev, who had lost the meaning of life, but could do nothing to help him.

Maltsev was irritated by the benevolent words and sympathy. Once the hero promised to take him with him on a trip if he would "sit still." The blind man agreed to all the conditions. The next morning, the hero put him in the driver's seat. He put his hands on top of his hands, and so they drove to their destination. On the way back, he put the teacher in his place again. And in calm areas, he even allowed him to drive on his own. The flight ended safely, the train was not late. The hero hoped for a miracle. On the last stretch, he deliberately did not cut the speed ahead of the yellow traffic light. Suddenly Maltsev got up, stretched out his hand to the regulator and shut off the steam. “I see a yellow light,” he said and began to brake. “He turned his face and began to cry. I went up to him and kissed him back. " Kostya's desire to "protect him (his teacher) from the grief of fate" performed a miracle. Until the end of the journey, Maltsev drove the car on his own. After the flight, they sat together all evening and all night. This time, the hostile forces retreated.

The story "In a beautiful and furious world" by Platonov was written in 1938, and originally had a different name - "Machinist Maltsev". The work reflects the personal experience of the writer, who in his youth worked as an assistant driver.

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main characters

Alexander Vasilievich Maltsev- an experienced machinist who loves his job with all his heart.

Konstantin- Maltsev's assistant, responsible, decent young man.

Other characters

Investigator- a fair representative of the law.

Chapter I

Alexander Vasilyevich Maltsev is rightfully considered "the best locomotive driver in the Tolubeevsky depot." Despite his young age - only thirty years old - he already has the "qualification of a first class driver" and a decent experience in driving fast trains. When the newest passenger steam locomotive appears at the station, it is Maltsev who is assigned to work for this powerful machine.

The previous assistant to Maltsev successfully passes the exam for a driver, and Konstantin is appointed to an empty seat, which he is unspeakably happy about. Alexander Vasilyevich “does not care who will be his assistants”. Before the trip, he closely monitors Kostya's work, but afterwards he checks the condition of the locomotive with his own hands.

Kostya sincerely admires the professionalism of his mentor, who leads the squad with the courageous confidence of a great master, and dreams of being like him.

Chapter II

Konstantin has been working as an assistant for Maltsev for about a year. On July 5, they take the train four hours late, and the dispatcher asks "to reduce the delay of the train as much as possible." Alexander Vasilyevich agrees, and the heroes hit the road.

Wanting to save precious minutes, Maltsev drives the train forward with all his might, "towards a powerful cloud that has appeared over the horizon." The machinist involuntarily admires the beauty of the raging natural elements, and involuntarily compares it with the work of the machine entrusted to him.

The train gets caught in a dusty whirlwind, and it becomes difficult not only to see, but even to breathe. However, the line-up continues to push forward, "into a vague, stifling darkness." Suddenly, "instant blue light" flashes - it was lightning that almost hit the engine, "but it missed a little."

Kostya notes that Maltsev "has become worse at driving." He thinks that this is from fatigue, and begins to look carefully at the path and signals himself. Konstantin manages to notice in time the "hazy cloud of red light" - the oncoming train. At full speed, he stops the train, thereby avoiding a terrible accident. Maltsev hands over the control of the locomotive to his assistant, and admits that he has gone blind. Sight returns to him the next day.

Chapter III

Maltsev is being prosecuted, but it is almost impossible to prove the innocence of an experienced driver. The investigation seems very suspicious that Alexander Vasilyevich saw his sight the very next day.

He tries to explain that for a long time he saw the world in his imagination and believed in its reality, and therefore did not immediately understand that he was blind, but no one believes him. As a result, Maltsev was sent to prison, and Konstantin continued to work.

Chapter IV

In winter, Kostya visits his brother, a student, and learns that the university has "a Tesla apparatus for producing artificial lightning in the physics laboratory." A plan arises in his head.

Upon returning home, Kostya once again carefully thinks over his assumption, and then writes to the investigator who was in charge of Maltsev's case. In the letter, he insistently asks "to test the prisoner Maltsev for his susceptibility to electric discharges," and thus to prove the special sensitivity of his body to the external influence of electricity.

For a long time there is no answer, but after that the investigator informs about the consent of the regional prosecutor to such an unusual experiment. A few days later, Kostya summons the investigator and reports on the results of the experiment. Maltsev, walking in complete darkness under the Tesla installation, again "does not see the light - this was established by an objective way, by a forensic medical examination." But only this time the driver's vision is not restored.

The investigator reproaches himself for what he has done - he is sure that he has irrevocably ruined an innocent person.

Chapter V

The next summer, Konstantin successfully passes the "exam for the title of a driver" and starts driving on his own. Each time, feeding a locomotive to the train, he notices the blind Maltsev, sitting on the bench.

Kostya is trying to somehow cheer up the former driver, but to no avail. Then he decides to take him on the flight. Once again, finding himself in the cabin of the locomotive, and leading the train under the guidance of his former student, Alexander Vasilyevich feels real bliss.

On the way back to Maltsev, eyesight suddenly returns. Kostya escorts him home, and sits beside Alexander Vasilyevich all night, afraid to leave him alone with the hostile forces of the "beautiful and furious world."

Conclusion

In his work, Platonov reveals many topics, among which the most acute are the problems of loneliness, sympathy, guilt and responsibility.

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