The Scarlet Flower автор книги: Всеволод Гаршин об авторе подробно жанр книги: Классика добавлена: 28.10.2006

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о книге: Всеволод Михайлович Гаршин (1855-1888) — писатель глубокого и яркого дарования. И хотя написано им немного, проза его неизменно вызывает читательский интерес. А. М. Горький проницательно сказал о Гаршине: «Лицо почти героическое, изумительной искренности, великой любви сосуд живой».

отрывок из произведения: ...I remember running through the woods, forcing our way through the hawthorn bushes, while the bullets whizzed around us, snapping off branches. The shooting became heavier. Red flashes spurted here and there on the edge of the wood. Sidorov, a young soldier of Company One (»What is he doing in our skirmish line?» I found myself wondering), suddenly slumped down on the ground and looked back at me in silence with great frightened eyes. Blood trickled from his mouth. Yes, I remember that clearly. I also remember how, in the dense undergrowth, within almost a stone''s throw from the edge of the wood, I first saw him. . . . He was a huge fat Turk, but I went straight for him, weak and thin though I was. There was a report, and something flew past me, something enormous, it seemed to me; there was a ringing in my ears. «He is shooting at me,» came the thought. With a scream of terror he recoiled against a thick hawthorn bush. He could have gone round it, but in his fear he did not know what he was doing and flung himself upon the prickly branches. I struck out, and knocked the rifle out of his hands, then struck again and felt my bayonet sinking into something soft. There was a queer sound, something between a snarl and a groan. Then I ran on. Our men were shouting «hurrah!», dropping, shooting. I remember firing several shots after I had come out of the woods into a clearing. Suddenly the cheers sounded louder and we all moved forward again. I should have said «our men» instead of «we,» because I was left behind. I thought it rather odd. Still more odd was it when all of a sudden everything disappeared, and all the shouting and the shooting were silenced. I heard nothing, and saw only a patch of blue; it must have been the sky. Then that went too. I have never been in such a queer position before. I am lying, I believe, on my stomach, and see nothing in front of me but a small patch of earth. A few blades of grass, an ant, its head lowered, crawling along with one of them, bits of rubbish from last year''s grass-that is my whole world. And I see it with only one eye, as the other one is pressed hard up against something-no doubt the branch on which my head is resting. I am terribly uncomfortable, and want to shift my position, and simply can''t understand why I am not able to do so. Time passes. I hear the chirr of grasshoppers, the hum of bees. Not a sound more. At last, with an effort, I disengage my right arm from under my body, and pushing away from the ground with both hands, I make an effort to get up on my knees...

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