Garshin's most famous story. While not strictly autobiographical, he nevertheless absorbed the personal experience of a writer who suffered from manic-depressive psychosis and suffered an acute form of the disease in 1880.
A new patient is brought to the provincial psychiatric hospital. He is violent, and the doctor is unable to relieve the severity of the attack. He constantly walks from corner to corner of the room, almost does not sleep and, despite the increased nutrition prescribed by the doctor, is uncontrollably losing weight. He realizes that he is in a madhouse. An educated person, he largely retains his intellect and the properties of his soul. He is worried about the abundance of evil in the world. And now, in the hospital, it seems to him that somehow he is at the center of a gigantic enterprise aimed at eliminating evil on earth, and that other prominent people of all times who have gathered here are called to help him in this.
Meanwhile, summer comes, patients spend whole days in the garden, cultivating vegetable beds and caring for the flower garden.
Not far from the porch, the patient discovers three poppy bushes of an unusually bright scarlet color. The hero suddenly imagines that in these flowers all the world's evil is embodied, that they are so red because they have absorbed the innocent blood of mankind, and that his mission on earth is to destroy the flower and together with it all the evil of the world ...
He picks one flower, quickly hides it on his chest, and all evening begs others not to approach him.
The flower, it seems to him, is poisonous, and let it be better that this poison first passes into his chest than strikes someone else ... He himself is ready to die, “as an honest fighter and as the first fighter of mankind, because until now no one dared fight all the evil in the world at once. "
In the morning, the paramedic finds him slightly alive, so the hero was tortured by the struggle with the poisonous secretions of the red flower ...
Three days later, he picks the second flower, despite the protests of the watchman, and again hides it on his chest, while feeling the evil wriggling out of the flower in long snake-like creeping streams.
This struggle further weakens the patient.
- In the name of His Imperial Majesty, Tsar Emperor Peter the Great, I announce the revision of this insane asylum!
These words were spoken in a loud, harsh, ringing voice. The hospital clerk, who was writing the patient into a large, tattered book on an ink-filled table, could not help smiling. But the two young people accompanying the patient did not laugh: they could hardly stand on their feet after spending two days without sleep, alone with the madman whom they had just brought by rail. At the penultimate station, the fit of rabies intensified; somewhere they took out a crazy shirt and, calling the conductors and the gendarme, put it on the patient. So they brought him to the city, so they took him to the hospital.
He was scary. Over the gray dress tattered during a seizure to shreds, a jacket of rough canvas with a wide neckline hugged his waist; long sleeves held his arms crosswise to his chest and were tied at the back. His inflamed, wide-open eyes (he had not slept for ten days) burned with an immovable, hot glow; a nervous spasm twitched the edge of the lower lip; matted curly hair fell in a mane over his forehead; he walked with rapid, heavy steps from corner to corner of the office, inquiringly examining old cupboards with papers and oilcloth chairs and occasionally glancing at his companions.
- Take him to the department. Right.
- I know, I know. I was already here with you last year. We examined the hospital. I know everything, and it will be difficult to deceive me, - said the patient.
He turned to the door. The watchman dissolved it in front of him; with the same quick, heavy and resolute gait, raising his mad head high, he left the office and almost ran to the right, to the ward of the mentally ill. Those who saw him off barely had time to follow him.
- Call. I can not. You tied my hands.
The doorman opened the doors, and the travelers entered the hospital.
It was a large stone building of an old government building. Two large halls, one - a dining room, the other - a common room for calm patients, a wide corridor with a glass door opening onto a garden with a flower bed, and a dozen separate rooms where the patients lived occupied the lower floor; immediately there were arranged two dark rooms, one upholstered with mattresses, the other with boards, in which the violent were seated, and a huge gloomy room with vaults - a bathroom. The upper floor was occupied by women. An incoherent noise, interrupted by howls and screams, rushed from there. The hospital was arranged for eighty people, but since it alone served in several neighboring provinces, it accommodated up to three hundred. The small closets had four and five beds; in winter, when the sick were not allowed out into the garden and all the windows behind the iron bars were tightly locked, the hospital became unbearably stuffy.
The new patient was taken to the room where the baths were located. And on a healthy person she could make a heavy impression, and on a disturbed, excited imagination she acted all the more heavily. It was a large vaulted room with a sticky stone floor, illuminated by a single window in the corner; the walls and vaults were painted with deep red oil paint; in the floor blackened with dirt, at the level with it, were set in two stone baths, like two oval pits filled with water. A huge copper stove with a cylindrical boiler for heating water and a whole system of copper pipes and taps occupied the corner opposite the window; everything bore an unusually gloomy and fantastic character for a frustrated head, and the watchman in charge of the bathrooms, a fat little crest who was always silent, increased the impression with his gloomy physiognomy.
And when the patient was brought into this terrible room to give him a bath and, in accordance with the system of treatment of the chief doctor of the hospital, to put a big fly on the back of his head, he was horrified and furious. Ridiculous thoughts, one more monstrous than the other, swirled through his head. What is it? The Inquisition? A place of secret execution, where his enemies decided to put an end to him? Hell itself, perhaps? It finally occurred to him that this was some kind of test. He was stripped despite desperate resistance. With twice the strength of the disease, he easily pulled out of the hands of several guards, so that they fell to the floor; finally four knocked him down, and grabbing his arms and legs, they lowered him into the warm water. It seemed to him like boiling water, and an incoherent fragmentary thought flashed through his mad head about testing with boiling water and a hot iron. Choking with water and floundering convulsively with his arms and legs, for which the watchmen held him tightly, he, gasping for breath, shouted incoherent speech, about which it is impossible to have an idea without actually hearing it. There were both prayers and curses. He shouted until he was exhausted, and finally, quietly, with hot tears, uttered a phrase that did not fit with the previous speech at all:
- Holy Great Martyr George! Into your hands I commit my body. And the spirit - no, oh no! ..
The watchmen still held him, although he calmed down. A warm bath and an ice pack placed on my head had an effect. But when he, almost insensitive, was taken out of the water and put on a stool to set the fly, the rest of his strength and crazy thoughts again blew up.
- For what? For what? He shouted. “I didn't mean to hurt anyone. Why kill me? NS! Oh my God! O you, tormented before me! I pray you, spare ...
A burning touch on the back of his head made him thrash desperately. The servants could not cope with him and did not know what to do.
"It can't be helped," said the soldier performing the operation. - Need to erase.
These simple words made the patient shudder. “Erase! .. Erase what? Whom to erase? Me!" He thought, and closed his eyes in mortal horror. The soldier took a rough towel by the two ends and, pressing hard, quickly ran it over the back of the head, tearing off both the front sight and the top layer of skin and leaving a naked red abrasion. The pain from this operation, unbearable for a calm and healthy person, seemed to the patient the end of everything. He frantically jerked with his whole body, escaped from the hands of the guards, and his naked body rolled over the stone slabs. He thought his head had been cut off. He wanted to scream and could not. He was carried to his bed in unconsciousness, which turned into a deep, dead and long sleep.
He woke up at night. Everything was quiet; the breathing of the sleeping patients was heard from the adjacent large room. Somewhere far away, in a monotonous, strange voice, a patient was talking to himself, seated for the night in a dark room, and from above, from the women's ward, a hoarse contralto was singing some wild song. The patient listened to these sounds. He felt terrible weakness and weakness in all limbs; his neck hurt badly.
"Where I am? What happened with me?" occurred to him. And suddenly, with extraordinary brightness, the last month of his life presented itself to him, and he realized that he was ill and what he was ill with. A number of ridiculous thoughts, words and actions recalled him, making him shudder with his whole being.
- But it's over, thank God it's over! He whispered and fell asleep again.
An open window with iron bars looked out into a small alleyway between large buildings and a stone fence; no one ever entered this nook, and it was all densely overgrown with some wild bushes and lilacs, which bloomed luxuriantly at that time of the year ... Behind the bushes, directly opposite the window, a high fence darkened, the high treetops of a large garden, bathed and imbued with moonlight , looked from behind her. To the right rose a white hospital building with illuminated windows with iron bars; to the left - a white, bright from the moon, blank wall of the dead. The moonlight fell through the lattice of the window into the room, onto the floor, and illuminated part of the bed and the exhausted, pale face of the patient with closed eyes; there was nothing crazy about him now. It was a deep, heavy sleep of an exhausted man, dreamless, without the slightest movement and almost without breathing. For a few moments he woke up in full memory, as if healthy, then in the morning to get out of bed as the former madman.
This story became not only the most famous of all written by Garshin, but also reflected personal life experience, although it is not autobiographical. Garshin himself suffered from a terrible disease, the acute form of which he suffered in 1880. It was a manic-depressive psychosis.
A new, violent patient ends up in a provincial psychiatric hospital. Doctors fail to relieve the attack and the person, without stopping, walks from one corner of the ward to another. He does not sleep, or rather, he hardly sleeps. They feed well, and for this patient the doctor prescribes enhanced nutrition, but he still loses weight. A person, this can be seen at once, had a good upbringing and education, and even now, when he is in a madhouse, he, realizing this unfortunate fact, tries to preserve not only intellectual integrity, but also the very properties of his human nature. A person is worried about the presence of evil in this mortal world.
Now he thinks, or rather, it seems to him, he is in the center of some huge enterprise, working without stopping or interruption, with one single goal - to destroy evil, constantly and mercilessly. Around himself, man represents the most outstanding people of this vast world, who tirelessly help him in the process of eliminating the world's evil.
Summer is coming. A man discovers a poppy, as many as three bushes. All patients take care of flower beds. Three poppy bushes, found by a man, are next to the porch. They are bright red in color and a person understands that it is in these flowers that there is the embodiment of evil collected from all over the world. They are bright red because they have absorbed into their buds all the blood innocently shed by numerous victims. He must, he is obliged, this is his destiny: to destroy these flowers and with them the evil, the all-embracing world evil.
A man picks the first flower and, hiding it on his chest, shuns everyone. He begs, he begs not to come near him.
A person feels how poison emanates from this flower, but he is ready to accept this poison himself, let him better than the flower kill someone else! The man is ready to die. He is a soldier in the struggle of mankind against evil and he, on the first line ... No one has tried to fight the world evil alone, with all evil at once. And he has to, this is the meaning of his existence.
In the morning, a person is found barely showing signs of life. He is tired in this endless struggle with evil, he is poisoned by the poison emanating from the red flower.
Three days have passed and the man pulls out the second flower. The watchman protests, but he simply does not understand the depth of the struggle and its necessity! Hiding again a flower on his chest, a person feels how evil is twisting from a red bud in long, spreading stripes.
This confrontation with the world's evil is exhausting a person even more. The doctor orders to put on a straitjacket - he is concerned about the patient's well-being. I tie the person to the bed. This evil is trying to resist - so man thinks.
The man resists. He must pick another flower, must destroy this evil! Who if not him? He tries to explain everything, to convey the depth of the danger, he says that if he is not released, everything is lost - he is the only one on earth who can win this struggle. Other people will die immediately, just as soon as they touch this insidious source of evil. Everyone listens to him and sympathizes, but they do not want to understand and therefore do not pay attention to the warnings.
The man decides that he must deceive his overseers. He pretends and pretends to be calm, but after waiting for the night, he managed to free himself from the straitjacket that was binding him, as well as the ropes that were tightening his arms and legs. The man shows incredible strength: he bends the rod on the window lattice and climbs over the stone fence. My hands are bloody and all my nails are broken, but it doesn't matter! This flower! He rips it off ...
Morning is coming. The man was found dead. His face expresses complete calmness and pacification. In his hand sticks out a squeezed red flower - he was buried with it.
The summary of the story "The Red Flower" was retold by A.S. Osipova.
Please note that this is only a summary of the literary work "Red Flower". Many important points and quotes are missing in this summary.
Vsevolod Mikhailovich Garshin
"Red flower"
Summary
Garshin's most famous story. While not strictly autobiographical, he nevertheless absorbed the personal experience of a writer who suffered from manic-depressive psychosis and suffered an acute form of the disease in 1880.
A new patient is brought to the provincial psychiatric hospital. He is violent, and the doctor is unable to relieve the severity of the attack. He constantly walks from corner to corner of the room, almost does not sleep and, despite the increased nutrition prescribed by the doctor, is uncontrollably losing weight. He realizes that he is in an insane asylum. An educated person, he largely retains his intellect and the properties of his soul. He is worried about the abundance of evil in the world. And now, in the hospital, it seems to him that somehow he is at the center of a gigantic enterprise aimed at eliminating evil on earth, and that other prominent people of all times who have gathered here are called to help him in this.
Meanwhile, summer comes, patients spend whole days in the garden, cultivating vegetable beds and caring for the flower garden.
Not far from the porch, the patient discovers three poppy bushes of an unusually bright scarlet color. The hero suddenly imagines that in these flowers all the world's evil is embodied, that they are so red because they have absorbed the innocent blood of mankind, and that his mission on earth is to destroy the flower and together with it all the evil of the world ...
He picks one flower, quickly hides it on his chest, and all evening begs others not to approach him.
The flower, it seems to him, is poisonous, and let it be better that this poison first passes into his chest than strikes someone else ... He himself is ready to die, “as an honest fighter and as the first fighter of mankind, because until now no one dared fight all the evil in the world at once. "
In the morning, the paramedic finds him a little alive, so the hero was tortured by the struggle with the poisonous secretions of the red flower ...
Three days later, he picks the second flower, despite the protests of the watchman, and again hides it on his chest, while feeling the evil wriggling out of the flower in long snake-like creeping streams.
This struggle further weakens the patient. The doctor, seeing the critical condition of the patient, the severity of which is aggravated by incessant walking, orders him to put on a strait shirt and tie him to the bed.
The patient resists - after all, he needs to pick the last flower and destroy evil. He tries to explain to his guards what danger threatens all of them if they do not let him go, because only he alone in the whole world can defeat the insidious flower - they themselves will die from one touch to it. The watchmen sympathize with him, but do not pay attention to the patient's warnings.
Then he decides to deceive the vigilance of his watchmen. Pretending to have calmed down, he waits for the night and then shows miracles of dexterity and ingenuity. He frees himself from the restraining shirt and fetters, with a desperate effort bends the iron bar of the window lattice, climbs the stone fence. With torn nails and bloody hands, he finally reaches the last flower.
In the morning they find him dead. The face is calm, light and full of proud happiness. In a numb hand there is a red flower, which is a fighter against evil and takes with him to the grave.
The most famous story of the writer Garshin. This work conveys the personal experience of the author.
A new patient is admitted to a psychiatric hospital. The man behaves very violently, the doctors fail to stop the attack. The patient walks around the room all day without stopping, practically does not sleep. The food in the hospital is excellent, but the patient is still losing weight. And although the man's consciousness is clouded, he understands where he is. It can be seen that this is an educated person. He is worried about the huge amount of evil in our world. The disease has made certain adjustments in the consciousness of this person and now he is firmly convinced that there is a gigantic enterprise, the purpose of which is to destroy evil, and he is the main one in this enterprise.
So summer comes imperceptibly. The patients of the hospital now have something to do: they spend their days in the flower garden and in the vegetable beds.
Walking around the hospital, the patient, not far from the porch, discovers three small poppy bushes. A clouded consciousness instantly paints in his imagination such a picture: all the evil of the world has been embodied in these colors, and their bright red color indicates that the poppies have absorbed all the innocent blood of mankind!
He finally understands why he came to this Earth - to destroy the poppies, and, consequently, all evil. Having picked a flower, the man hides it on his chest. He imagines how the flower releases all the poison into his chest. But a man is ready to sacrifice his life to save the rest.
In the morning, he is found barely alive. The fight against the poppy turned out to be very exhausting. Three days later, the patient picks a second flower. The doctor decides to put a straitjacket on the patient and tie him to the bed. The patient is in despair, because the last flower has not yet been plucked, which means that the evil has not been destroyed! At night, having shown miracles of dexterity and strength, the man gets out of his shirt, unbends the iron bars of the grating and gets out through the window into the courtyard.
In the morning they find him dead. A flower is in the man's hands, and a smile froze on his serene face - he defeated the worldwide evil. People can sleep well.
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V. M. Garshin
Red flower
Garshin's most famous story. While not strictly autobiographical, he nevertheless absorbed the personal experience of a writer who suffered from manic-depressive psychosis and suffered an acute form of the disease in 1880.
A new patient is brought to the provincial psychiatric hospital. He is violent, and the doctor is unable to relieve the severity of the attack. He constantly walks from corner to corner of the room, almost does not sleep and, despite the increased nutrition prescribed by the doctor, is uncontrollably losing weight. He realizes that he is in a madhouse. Educated man,
He largely retains his intellect and the properties of his soul. He is worried about the abundance of evil in the world. And now, in the hospital, it seems to him that somehow he is at the center of a gigantic enterprise aimed at eliminating evil on earth, and that other prominent people of all times who have gathered here are called to help him in this.
Meanwhile, summer comes, patients spend whole days in the garden, cultivating vegetable beds and caring for the flower garden.
Not far from the porch, the patient discovers three poppy bushes of an unusually bright scarlet color. The hero suddenly imagines that in these flowers all the world's evil is embodied, that they are so red because they have absorbed the innocent blood of mankind, and that his mission on earth is to destroy the flower and together with it all the evil of the world ...
He picks one flower, quickly hides it on his chest, and all evening begs others not to approach him.
The flower, it seems to him, is poisonous, and let it be better that this poison first passes into his chest than strikes someone else ... He himself is ready to die, “as an honest fighter and as the first fighter of mankind, because until now no one dared to fight all the evil of the world at once ”.
In the morning, the paramedic finds him slightly alive, so the hero was tortured by the struggle with the poisonous secretions of the red flower ...
Three days later, he picks the second flower, despite the protests of the watchman, and again hides it on his chest, while feeling the evil wriggling out of the flower in long snake-like creeping streams.
This struggle further weakens the patient. The doctor, seeing the critical condition of the patient, the severity of which is aggravated by incessant walking, orders him to put on a strait shirt and tie him to the bed.
The patient resists - after all, he needs to pick the last flower and destroy evil. He tries to explain to his guards what danger threatens all of them if they do not let him go, because only he alone in the whole world can defeat the insidious flower - they themselves will die from one touch to it. The watchmen sympathize with him, but do not pay attention to the patient's warnings.
Then he decides to deceive the vigilance of his watchmen. Pretending to have calmed down, he waits for the night and then shows miracles of dexterity and ingenuity. He frees himself from the restraining shirt and restraints, with a desperate effort bends the iron bar of the window lattice, climbs the stone fence. With torn nails and bloody hands, he finally reaches the last flower.
In the morning they find him dead. The face is calm, light and full of proud happiness. In a numb hand there is a red flower, which is a fighter against evil and takes with him to the grave.
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Summary of Red Flower Garshin
