The genre of the work is Russian character. Creative work of students in literature (grade 11) on the topic: A.N. Tolstoy Russian character

Russian character can be very difficult to describe. You can take some feat as a basis. But which one? After all, there are many of them. Let me tell you, Ivan Sudarev, a story from the life of my friend Lieutenant Yegor Dremov. This is a simple man from Saratov region. He has a Gold Star and many medals on his chest. He has a strong build, wavy hair, a handsome face and a charming smile.

People often become better people in war. But my friend has always been like this. He treated his parents, Marya Polikarpovna and Yegor Egorovich, with respect and love. Yegor did not boast about his bride. He only mentioned her in passing as a good and faithful girl. The guy also did not like to talk about his military exploits. We learned about them from members of his crew, because Dremov was a tank driver.

One day a misfortune happened to the lieutenant. During another battle with the German invaders, his tank was hit by two shells and caught fire. Yegor was unconscious, and his clothes were on fire. The driver Chuvilev pulled him out of the burning tank.

The guy survived, but suffered a lot plastic surgery on the face. It was now so terrible that people tried not to look at it.

The commission recognized Dremov as fit for non-combatant service. But first the lieutenant received three weeks leave and went home. This was in March. From the station he walked about twenty kilometers. Yegor arrived in the village when it was already dark. He approached the house, looked out the window and saw his mother. Afraid of scaring her, the guy decided to introduce himself as a different person.

The mother did not recognize her son either by appearance or voice. After all the operations, even the guy’s voice became dull and hoarse. Yegor called himself Lieutenant Gromov, who brought news from her son. He began to tell the woman in detail about Senior Lieutenant Dremov, that is, about himself. At this time, the father came, sat down at the table and also began to listen to the guest’s story.

We started having dinner. Yegor noticed that his mother was looking very intently at his hand. He grinned. On the one hand, it was good for him that he was at home, on the other hand, it was terribly offensive that he was not recognized. After talking a little more, everyone went to bed. The father fell asleep, but the mother could not sleep for a long time.

In the morning, Yegor began asking his mother about Katya Malysheva in order to see her. A neighbor's girl was sent after her, and through a short time Katya was already standing on the threshold of his house. How the guy wanted to kiss her. She was gentle, cheerful and beautiful. The girl did not immediately see the lieutenant’s face. Before she managed to say that she was really looking forward to young man. But then, looking at Yegor, Katerina got scared and fell silent. That's when he decided to leave his home.

He walked to the station and all the way asked himself the question: “What should he do now?” The guy returned to the regiment, where he was greeted with great joy, and his soul became lighter. He decided not to tell his mother about his misfortune for as long as possible, and to forget Katya. But two weeks later Yegor received a letter from his mother. In it, she wrote that she saw her son in the unexpected guest, and not a stranger. But my father doesn’t believe it. She says she's gone crazy.

Yegor showed this letter to me. And I advised him to confess everything to his mother. He listened to me and wrote a response letter in which he confirmed his presence in the house and asked forgiveness for his ignorance. Some time later, Senior Lieutenant Dremov’s mother and beautiful girl Katya, who promised the guy to love him and always be by his side.

This is the Russian character! IN common man laid down great power – spiritual beauty. She sleeps for the time being. And when trouble comes, it wakes up.

Effective preparation for the Unified State Exam (all subjects) -

Alexei Tolstoy’s artistic task was to explore those traits of the Russian character that throughout history made it possible to survive and win. The completion of the cycle “Stories of Ivan Sutsarev” (1942-1944) was a story with the significant title “Russian Character” (1944).

An employee of the Krasnaya Zvezda newspaper told Tolstoy about the fate of the tanker, who almost burned to death in the tank. This particular story acquired a general meaning and grew into the writer’s reflections on the strength of spirit of the Russian man, the courage of a soldier, the love of a mother, and the fidelity of a woman.

In the depiction of Yegor Dremov, the typical character of the hero is emphasized first of all. He was, according to the narrator, a “simple, quiet, ordinary” man. He is endowed with the most common biography: before the war he lived in a village, treated his mother and father with respect, worked conscientiously on the land, and now he is fighting heroically. Dremov, like his father and grandfather, bears the name Yegor, which means “cultivator of the land,” and with this detail the author emphasizes the connection between generations and continuity moral values people.

It is this “ordinary” person who is aesthetically singled out by the writer from others, placed in circumstances that, despite their reality, cannot but be considered exceptional. Even outwardly, Yegor is especially noted for his heroic build and beauty: “You used to see him crawling out of a tank turret - the god of war! He jumps from the armor to the ground, pulls off the helmet from his wet curls, wipes his grimy face with a rag and will certainly smile from spiritual affection.” The motif of “heroism” is also heard in the story about the deeds of Yegor, who is one of the few! - marked with an “asterisk” (“Golden Star” of the Hero Soviet Union).

But the main thing in the story is not the combat episodes with the participation of Lieutenant Dremov (they are shown in the presentation of other characters). At the center of the work is a seemingly personal situation related to the hero’s experiences after being seriously wounded during a tank battle on the Kursk Bulge.

Dremov's face was almost completely burned, and his voice changed after the operations. A number of details emphasized by the author make it possible to show the process of exposing the deep essence of character. Yegor has lost his external attractiveness (the motif of “ugliness” in the second part of the story varies in the instinctive reaction of people to the appearance of the burnt tanker). But the more clearly it appears inner beauty and hero power.

It is in the desire to remain in the ranks, in the real military brotherhood that connects Yegor with his comrades in arms, in his love for his loved ones and care for them.

The climax of the story was the scene in home when the most Dear people They didn’t recognize Yegor as a man with a disfigured face, but he decided not to be a burden to them with his misfortune and called himself by someone else’s name. But now his relatives are teaching Yegor a lesson in true humanity and love. A mother who felt in her heart that it was her son who was in his home.

The father, as always, laconicly said the main thing: “We need to be proud of a face like this one who came to us” (the epithet “fair” used in relation to the father is not accidental). Katya Malysheva, who forever linked her life with Yegor (“beautiful Katya,” whose image emphasizes the harmony of internal and external). “Yes, here they are, Russian characters! It seems that a simple man, but a severe misfortune will come, in big or small, and a great power rises in him - human beauty».

Russian character! - for a short story the title is too meaningful. What can you do? I just want to talk to you about the Russian character.

Russian character! Go ahead and describe it... Should I talk about heroic deeds? But there are so many of them that you get confused as to which one to prefer. So one of my friends helped me out with a little story from his personal life. I won’t tell you how he beat the Germans, although he wears a Golden Star and half his chest in orders. He is a simple, quiet, ordinary person, a collective farmer from a Volga village in the Saratov region. But among others he is noticeable by his strong and proportionate build and beauty. You used to look at him when he climbed out of the tank turret - the god of war! He jumps from the armor to the ground, pulls off the helmet from his wet curls, wipes his grimy face with a rag and will certainly smile from spiritual affection.

In war, constantly hovering near death, people become better, all nonsense peels off from them, like unhealthy skin after a sunburn, and remains in the person - the core. Of course, some people have it stronger, others have it weaker, but even those who have a flawed core are drawn to it, everyone wants to be a good and faithful comrade. But my friend, Yegor Dremov, was even before the war strict behavior, extremely respected and loved his mother, Marya Polikarpovna, and his father, Yegor Yegorovich. “My father is a sedate man, first of all, he respects himself. “You, son, he says, will see a lot in the world and go abroad, but be proud of your Russian title...”

He had a bride from the same village on the Volga. We talk a lot about brides and wives, especially if there is calm at the front, it’s cold, the fire is smoking in the dugout, the stove is crackling and people have had dinner. If they say something like this here, it will make you laugh. They will start, for example: “What is love?” One will say: “Love arises on the basis of respect...” Another: “Nothing like that, love is a habit, a person loves not only his wife, but his father and mother and even animals...” - “Ugh, stupid! - the third will say, “love is when everything is boiling in you, a person walks around as if drunk...” And so they philosophize for an hour and another, until the foreman, intervening, defines the very essence with a commanding voice. Egor Dremov, probably embarrassed by these conversations, only mentioned his bride to me in passing, - very, they say, good girl, and even if she said that she would wait, she would wait, at least he returned on one leg...

He also didn’t like to talk about military exploits: “I don’t want to remember such things!” He frowns and lights a cigarette. We learned about the combat performance of his tank from the words of the crew; the driver Chuvilev especially surprised the listeners.

“...You see, as soon as we turned around, I saw a tiger crawling out from behind a hill... I shouted: “Comrade Lieutenant, tiger!” - “Forward, screaming, full throttle!..” I’ll camouflage myself along the spruce tree - to the right, to the left... He moves the tiger’s barrel like a blind man, he hit it - missed... And the comrade lieutenant will hit him in the side, - spray! As soon as it hits the tower, he raised his trunk... As it hits the third time, smoke poured out of all the cracks of the tiger, and flames burst out of it a hundred meters up... The crew climbed through the emergency hatch... Vanka Lapshin led the way with a machine gun - they lay there, kicking their legs... For us, you understand, the path has been cleared. Five minutes later we fly into the village. Here I just lost my life... The fascists are all over the place... And - it’s dirty, you know - another one will jump out of his boots and in only his socks - Pork. Everyone runs to the barn. Comrade lieutenant gives me the command: “Come on, move around the barn.” We turned the gun away, at full throttle I ran into a barn... Fathers! Beams rattled across the armor, boards, bricks, fascists who were sitting under the roof... And I also - and ironed it - the rest of my hands up - and Hitler was kaput...”

This is how Lieutenant Yegor Dremov fought until a misfortune happened to him. During the Battle of Kursk, when the Germans were already bleeding and faltering, his tank - on a hillock in a wheat field - was hit by a shell, two of the crew were immediately killed, and the tank caught fire from the second shell. The driver Chuvilev, who jumped out through the front hatch, again climbed onto the armor and managed to pull out the lieutenant - he was unconscious, his overalls were on fire. As soon as Chuvilev pulled the lieutenant away, the tank exploded with such force that the turret was thrown fifty meters away. Chuvilev threw handfuls of loose earth on the lieutenant’s face, head, and clothes to put out the fire. “Then I crawled with him from crater to crater to the dressing station... “Why did I drag him then? - Chuvilev said, “I hear his heart beating...”

Yegor Dremov survived and did not even lose his sight, although his face was so charred that bones were visible in places. He spent eight months in the hospital, he underwent plastic surgery one after another, his nose, lips, eyelids, and ears were restored. Eight months later, when the bandages were removed, he looked at his and now not his face. The nurse who handed him a small mirror turned away and began to cry. He immediately returned the mirror to her.

It can be worse,” he said, “you can live with it.”

But he no longer asked the nurse for a mirror, he only often felt his face, as if he was getting used to it. The commission found him fit for non-combatant service. Then he went to the general and said: “I ask for your permission to return to the regiment.” “But you are disabled,” said the general. “No way, I’m a freak, but this won’t interfere with the matter, I’ll restore my combat capability completely.” (The fact that the general tried not to look at him during the conversation, Yegor Dremov noted and only grinned with purple lips, straight as a slit.) He received a twenty-day leave to fully restore his health and went home to his father and mother. This was just in March of this year.

At the station he thought about taking a cart, but he had to walk eighteen miles. There was still snow all around, it was damp, deserted, the chilly wind blew away the hems of his overcoat and whistled in his ears with lonely melancholy. He arrived in the village when it was already dusk. Here was the well, the tall crane swayed and creaked. Hence the sixth hut is the parents' hut. He suddenly stopped, putting his hands in his pockets. He shook his head. I turned diagonally toward the house. Stuck knee-deep in the snow, bending over to the window, I saw my mother - in the dim light of a screwed-on lamp above the table, she was getting ready for dinner. Still in the same dark scarf, quiet, unhurried, kind. She was getting old, her thin shoulders were sticking out... “Oh, if only I knew, every day she would have to write at least two little words about herself...” She gathered some simple things on the table - a cup of milk, a piece of bread, two spoons, a salt shaker and thought, standing in front of the table, his thin arms folded under his chest... Yegor Dremov, looking through the window at his mother, realized that it was impossible to frighten her, it was impossible for her old face to tremble desperately.

OK! He opened the gate, entered the courtyard and knocked on the porch. The mother answered outside the door: “Who’s there?” He replied: “Lieutenant, Hero of the Soviet Union Gromov.”

His heart began to pound and he leaned his shoulder against the ceiling. No, the mother did not recognize his voice. He himself, as if for the first time, heard his own voice, which had changed after all the operations - hoarse, dull, unclear.

Father, what do you want? - she asked.

Marya Polikarpovna brought a bow from her son, Senior Lieutenant Dremov.

Then she opened the door and rushed towards him, grabbing his hands:

Is my Yegor alive? Are you healthy? Father, come into the hut.

Yegor Dremov sat down on the bench near the table in the same place where he sat when his legs did not reach the floor and his mother used to stroke his curly head and say: “Eat, killer.” He began to talk about her son, about himself - in detail, how he eats, drinks, does not suffer need for anything, is always healthy, cheerful, and - briefly about the battles where he participated with his tank.

Tell me, is it scary in war? - she interrupted, looking into his face with dark eyes that did not see him.

Yes, of course, it’s scary, mom, but it’s a habit.

My father, Yegor Yegorovich, who had also passed over the years, came, and his beard felt like flour. Looking at the guest, he stomped on the threshold with his broken felt boots, slowly unwound his scarf, took off his sheepskin coat, walked up to the table, shook hands - ah, the familiar wide, fair parental hand! Without asking anything, because it was already clear why the guest was wearing orders, he sat down and also began to listen, with his eyes half-closed.

The longer Lieutenant Dremov sat unrecognizable and talked about himself and not about himself, the more impossible it was for him to open up, to stand up and say: acknowledge me, you freak, mother, father! He felt both good and offended at his parents’ table.

Well, let's have dinner, mother, pack something for the guest. - Yegor Yegorovich opened the door of an old cupboard, where in the corner to the left lay fishing hooks in a matchbox - they lay there - and there was a teapot with a broken spout, it stood there, where it smelled of bread crumbs and onion skins. Yegor Yegorovich took out a bottle of wine - only two glasses, and sighed that he couldn’t get more. We sat down to dinner, as in previous years. And only at dinner, Senior Lieutenant Dremov noticed that his mother was especially closely watching his hand with a spoon. He grinned, the mother raised her eyes, her face trembled painfully.

We talked about this and that, what spring would be like and whether the people would be able to cope with sowing, and that this summer we had to wait for the end of the war.

Why do you think, Yegor Yegorovich, that we must wait for the end of the war this summer?

The people got angry,” Yegor Yegorovich answered, “they passed through death, now you can’t stop them, the Germans are kaput.”

Marya Polikarpovna asked:

You didn’t say when he would be given leave to visit us on leave. I haven’t seen him for three years, tea, he’s become an adult, he walks around with a mustache... So - every day - near death, tea, and his voice has become rough?

“But when he comes, maybe you won’t recognize him,” said the lieutenant.

They assigned him to sleep on the stove, where he remembered every brick, every crack in the log wall, every knot in the ceiling. It smelled of sheepskin, bread - that familiar comfort that is not forgotten even in the hour of death. The March wind whistled over the roof. Behind the partition my father was snoring. The mother tossed and turned, sighed, and did not sleep. The lieutenant was lying face down, his face in his hands: “Is it really that she didn’t recognize it,” I thought, “Is it really that she didn’t recognize it? Mom mom..."

The next morning he woke up to the crackling of firewood, his mother was carefully fiddling around the stove; his washed foot wraps hung on an extended rope, and his washed boots stood by the door.

Do you eat millet pancakes? - she asked.

He didn’t answer right away, got off the stove, put on his tunic, tightened his belt and, barefoot, sat down on the bench.

Tell me, does Katya Malysheva, Andrei Stepanovich Malysheva’s daughter, live in your village?

She graduated from courses last year and became our teacher. Do you need to see her?

Your son definitely asked to convey his regards to her.

Her mother sent a neighbor girl to fetch her. The lieutenant didn’t even have time to put on his shoes when Katya Malysheva came running. Her wide gray eyes sparkled, her eyebrows flew up in amazement, and there was a joyful blush on her cheeks. When she threw the knitted scarf from her head onto her broad shoulders, the lieutenant even groaned to himself: I wish I could kiss those warm blonde hair!.. This is just how his girlfriend seemed to him - fresh, gentle, cheerful, kind, beautiful, so that she came in and the whole hut became golden...

Did you bring a bow from Yegor? (He stood with his back to the light and just bowed his head because he couldn’t speak.) And I’m waiting for him day and night, so tell him...

She came close to him. She looked, and as if she had been lightly hit in the chest, she leaned back and got scared. Then he firmly decided to leave - today.

Mother baked millet pancakes with baked milk. He again talked about Lieutenant Dremov, this time about his military exploits, - he told cruelly and did not raise his eyes to Katya, so as not to see the reflection of his ugliness on her sweet face. Yegor Yegorovich began to fuss to get a collective farm horse, but he left for the station on foot as he came. He was very depressed by everything that had happened, even stopping, hitting his face with his palms, repeating in a hoarse voice: “What should we do now?”

He returned to his regiment, which was stationed deep in the rear for replenishment. His comrades greeted him with such sincere joy that everything that had prevented him from sleeping, eating, or breathing fell away from his soul. I decided this: let his mother not know about his misfortune for a longer time. As for Katya, he will tear this thorn out of his heart.

About two weeks later a letter came from my mother:

“Hello, my beloved son. I’m afraid to write to you, I don’t know what to think. We had one person from you - a very good person, only with a bad face. I wanted to live and immediately packed up and left. Since then, son, I haven’t slept at night, it seems to me that you came. Yegor Yegorovich scolds me for this - he says, you’re an old woman who’s gone crazy: if he were our son, wouldn’t he have revealed himself... Why should he hide if it were him - with a face like this one, who he came to us, you should be proud. Yegor Yegorovich will persuade me, and a mother’s heart is all hers: he is it, he was with us! this!.. Egorushka, write to me, for Christ’s sake, give me some advice - what happened? Or really, I’ve gone crazy...”

Yegor Dremov showed this letter to me, Ivan Sudarev, and, while telling his story, wiped his eyes with his sleeve. I told him: “Here, I say, the characters clashed! You fool, you fool, write to your mother quickly, ask her for forgiveness, don’t drive her crazy... She really needs your image! This way she will love you even more.”

On the same day he wrote a letter: “My dear parents, Marya Polikarpovna and Yegor Yegorovich, forgive me for my ignorance, you really had me, your son...” And so on and so forth - on four pages in small handwriting - He could have written it on twenty pages - it would have been possible.

After some time, we are standing with him at the training ground, - the soldier comes running and - to Yegor Dremov: “Comrade captain, they are asking you...” The soldier’s expression is this, although he is standing in full uniform, as if a man is about to drink. We went to the village and approached the hut where Dremov and I lived. I see that he is not himself - he keeps coughing... I think: “Tanker, tanker, ah - nerves.” We enter the hut, he is in front of me and I hear:

“Mom, hello, it’s me!..” And I see that the little old woman fell on his chest. I look around, and it turns out there is another woman. I give my word of honor, there are other beauties somewhere, she’s not the only one, but I personally haven’t seen them.

He tore his mother away from him and approached this girl - and I already remembered that with all his heroic build he was the god of war. "Kate! - he says. - Katya, why did you come? You promised to wait for this, not this...”

Beautiful Katya He answers him, and although I have gone into the hallway, I hear: “Egor, I am going to live with you forever. I will love you truly, I will love you very much... Don’t send me away..."

Yes, here they are, Russian characters! It seems that a simple person, but a severe misfortune will come, in big or small ways, and a great power rises in him - human beauty.

“Russian character! Go ahead and describe him…” - the story “Russian Character” by Alexei Tolstoy begins with these amazing, heartfelt words. Indeed, is it possible to describe, measure, define what is beyond words and feelings? Yes and no. Yes, because talking, reasoning, trying to understand, getting to know the very essence is all necessary. These are, so to speak, those impulses, shocks, thanks to which life revolves. On the other hand, no matter how much we talk, we still can’t reach the bottom. This depth is infinite. How to describe what words to choose? It is possible with an example heroic feat. But how to choose which one to prefer? There are so many of them that it’s hard not to get lost.

Alexey Tolstoy, “Russian character”: analysis of the work

During the war, Alexei Tolstoy creates amazing collection"Stories of Ivan Sudarev", consisting of seven small stories. All of them are united by one theme - the Great Patriotic War 1941-1945, with one idea - admiration and admiration for the patriotism and heroism of the Russian people, and one main character, on whose behalf the story is told. This is an experienced cavalryman Ivan Sudarev. The last story, which completes the entire cycle, is the story “Russian Character”. Alexei Tolstoy, with his help, summarizes what was said earlier. It is a kind of summary of everything that was said before, all the author’s reasoning and thoughts about the Russian person, about the Russian soul, about the Russian character: beauty, depth and strength are not “a vessel in which there is emptiness”, but “a fire flickering in a vessel."

Theme and idea of the story

From the first lines, the author indicates the theme of the story. Of course, we will talk about the Russian character. Quote from the work: “I just want to talk to you about the Russian character...” And here we hear notes of not so much doubt, but rather regret that the form of the work is so small and limited - short story, which does not correspond to the scope chosen by the author. And the topic and title are very “meaningful”. But there is nothing to do, because I want to talk...

The ring composition of the story helps to clearly clarify the idea of the work. Both at the beginning and at the end we read the author’s reflections on beauty. What is beauty? Physical attractiveness is clear to everyone, it is on the very surface, you just have to stretch out your hand. No, she is not the one who worries the narrator. He sees beauty in other things - in the soul, in character, in actions. It especially manifests itself in war, when death is constantly around. Then they become, from a person “every kind of nonsense, husk, peels off, like skin that has become dead after a sunburn,” and does not disappear, and only one thing remains - the core. It is clearly visible in the main character - in the silent, calm, strict Yegor Dremov, in his elderly parents, in the beautiful and faithful bride Katerina, in the tank driver Chuvilov.

Exposition and setup

The story is set in the spring of 1944. The liberation war against the fascist invaders is in full swing. But she is not a character, but rather a background, dark and harsh, but so clearly and brightly showing the amazing colors of love, kindness, friendship and beauty.

The exhibition includes brief information the main thing acting person story - Egor Dremov. He was a simple, modest, quiet, reserved man. He spoke little, especially did not like to “rant” about military exploits and was embarrassed to talk about love. Only once did he casually mention his fiancée - a good and faithful girl. From this moment we can begin to describe summary"Russian character" by Tolstoy. It is noteworthy here that Ivan Suzdalev, on whose behalf the story is told, met Yegor after his terrible injury and plastic surgery, but in his description there is not a single word about his comrade’s physical disabilities. On the contrary, he sees only beauty, “spiritual affection”, looks at him when he jumps from the armor to the ground - “the god of war.”

We continue to reveal a brief summary of Tolstoy’s “Russian Character”. The plot of the plot is the terrible wound of Yegor Dremov during the battle, his face was practically bruised, and even bones were visible in places, but he survived. His eyelids, lips, and nose were restored, but it was a completely different face.

Climax

The climax scene is the brave warrior's arrival home on leave after the hospital. A meeting with his father and mother, with his bride - with the closest people in his life, turned out not to be a long-awaited joy, but to bitter inner loneliness. He could not, did not dare to admit to his old parents that the man standing in front of them with a disfigured appearance and an alien voice was their son. You can’t let your mother’s old face tremble desperately. However, there was a glimmer of hope in him that his father and mother themselves would recognize him, guess without explanation who had come to them, and then this invisible barrier would be broken. But that did not happen. It cannot be said that Maria Polikarpovna’s maternal heart felt nothing at all. His hand with a spoon while eating, his movements - these, it would seem, the smallest details did not escape her gaze, but she still did not guess. And here Katerina, Yegor’s fiancée, not only didn’t recognize him, but at the sight of the terrible face-mask, she leaned back and got scared. This was the last straw, and he left the next day Father's house. Of course, he had resentment, disappointment, and despair, but he decided to sacrifice his feelings - it was better to leave, to isolate himself, so as not to frighten his nearest and dearest. Summary of Tolstoy’s “Russian Character” does not end there.

Denouement and conclusion

One of the main features of the Russian character, the Russian soul is sacrificial love. It is precisely this feeling that is true, unconditional. They love not for something and not for the sake of something. This is an irresistible, unconscious need to always be close to a person, to take care of him, to help him, to sympathize with him, to breathe with him. And the word "near" is not measured physical quantities, it means an intangible, thin, but incredibly strong spiritual thread between loving friend friend people.

After Yegor's quick departure, his mother could not find a place for herself. She guessed that this man with a disfigured face was her beloved son. The father had doubts, but still said that if that visiting soldier was really his son, then there is no need to be ashamed, but to be proud. This means that he truly defended his homeland. His mother writes a letter to him at the front and asks him not to torment him and to tell the truth as it is. Touched, he admits to deception and asks for forgiveness... After some time, both his mother and his bride come to his regiment. Mutual forgiveness, love without unnecessary words and fidelity - this is a happy ending, here they are, Russian characters. As they say, a man seems simple in appearance, there is nothing remarkable about him, but trouble will come, harsh days will come, and immediately a great strength rises in him - human beauty.

A. Tolstoy’s work “Russian Character”, a summary of which is given in the article, has the subtitle “From the Stories of Ivan Sudarev”. Thus, the author uses the “story within a story” technique, in which his friend, a fellow soldier, told the reader about the Russian warrior. And although the action takes place in the early forties, the focus is not on the valiant exploits of the protagonist, but on what happened to him after being seriously wounded. The author's task is to show how powerful and amazing a person is.

An ordinary guy - Egor Dremov

A. Tolstoy begins the story “Russian Character,” a summary of which you are reading, by introducing the main character. This is a quiet, simple tanker who lived on a collective farm before the war. He was perhaps different from his comrades. appearance. Tall, with curls and always with a warm smile on his face, he resembled a god. Dremov loved and respected his parents very much, and spoke with respect of his father, who was an example for him. Yegor also had a beloved girl, whose feelings he had no doubt at all: she would wait, even if she had to return on one leg.

Dremov did not like to boast about his military exploits. This is the real Russian character. A summary of his driver’s stories, meanwhile, shows that they were not uncommon for him. Chuvilev recalled with pride how their tank performed against the German tiger and how skillfully Lieutenant Dremov was able to neutralize the enemy.

So everything went as usual until misfortune happened to the hero. It was this that showed how strong and firm the Russian character can be.

The crew had a chance to participate in the battle of Kursk. By the end of the battle the tank was knocked out. Two died immediately, and the driver pulled the burning lieutenant out of the car just before it exploded. Yegor received large burns: bones were visible in places under the charred skin. The face was badly damaged, but his vision was preserved. The guy had several plastic surgeries, and when the bandages were removed, he looked at him completely from the mirror. stranger. But he reassured his sister, saying that she could live with this. And he himself often felt his face, as if he was getting used to a new appearance - continues the story “Russian Character” by Tolstoy.

The summary of the conversation between the lieutenant and the general, to whom the tanker came after he was declared fit only for combat duty, boils down to the following. Yegor asked to be returned to the regiment and clarified that he was a freak, not a disabled person: “... This will not interfere with the matter.” The general, who tried not to look at him, accepted the arguments and ordered twenty days of leave to recover. After which the hero went home.

Meeting with family

He came to the village in the evening. Having made my way through the snow to the window, I saw how my mother, leisurely, kind, but thin and aged, was preparing food for the table. And then she thought, folding her arms over her chest. Yegor realized that he could not frighten her with his appearance, and, knocking on the door, he introduced himself as his son’s friend, Lieutenant Gromov. He entered a house where everything was painfully familiar. The mother peered at him and asked about her son. Soon their father joined them. And the longer Dremov sat, the harder it was for him to admit to the old people that he was their son.

This is how the hero’s first meeting with his parents in the story “Russian Character” is described. Brief summary (Alexey Tolstoy in every possible way emphasizes how difficult it was for both the hero and the mother) conversations at dinner can be reduced to questions about what spring will be like and how sowing will go when the war ends. The old woman was also interested in when her son would be given leave.

Meeting with the bride

The next day, Yegor wanted to meet their son’s fiancée, Katya, to pay his respects. The girl came running instantly: joyful, radiant, beautiful... She came very close to the guy, looked at him and stepped back. At that moment, Yegor decided: he needed to leave today. Then they ate and the lieutenant talked about Dremov’s exploits (it turned out, his own). And he himself tried not to look at Katya, so as not to see her beautiful face reflections of one's ugliness.

This is how the meeting with the past, pre-war life ended for the main character of the story “Russian Character”. The summary of the meeting suggests what decision Yegor made: to hide the truth from his mother for as long as possible and try to forget Katya forever.

Letter from home

Having met his comrades, Dremov felt relieved. And two weeks later he received a letter about his mother, forcing him to change decision. Such is the Russian character. The summary of the letter is as follows. Marya Polikarpovna told how a man came to them. The mother's heart suggests that it was Yegor himself. The old man scolds and says that if he had a son, he would certainly open up. After all, you should be proud of such a face. That's why I asked you to judge whether she was right or

Yegor came with a letter to Sudarev, and he advised him to quickly give an answer and confess everything.

The story “Russian Character”, a summary of which you have read, receives an unexpected ending. After some time, Dremov was summoned by the captain, and Sudarev went with him. So the narrator witnessed Yegor’s meeting with his mother and Katya. The latter really was a beauty, and to the lieutenant’s words that she shouldn’t wait for him like that, she replied: “... I’m going to live with you forever...”.

“It seems like a simple man, but a severe misfortune will come... and a great strength rises in him - human beauty,” ends the story “Russian Character” by Tolstoy.