Sevastopol stories detailed summary. Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy "Sevastopol stories"
« Sevastopol stories"- a cycle consisting of three works. The author created the book reliable and accurate. And this is the merit of not only his writing talent, but above all the fact that Lev Nikolayevich was in the army from the autumn of 1854 to the end of the summer of 1955, participated in battles, including in the final battle for the city. For the first time in history, a writer who went to war tried to immediately inform his readers about what he saw and suffered. In fact, Tolstoy can be called the first Russian war correspondent.
The first part tells about the events in December 1854. The author was in the army for only a month. A sharp change in the situation contributed to the most acute perception of the surrounding world. There was still no snow, although it was very cold. At the pier, the stench of manure is clearly felt in the air, the smells of fresh meat pulp and dampness. A lot of people have gathered here. The wharf hummed: steamboats came and went from here. From the thought that the hero found himself in Sevastopol itself, his heart began to beat faster, and his soul was filled with joy. But the combination of a beautiful city and a dirty camp was terrifying.
The hero is in the hospital. It was filled with soldiers. All the beds were occupied by the sick, and even more of the wounded lay right on the floor. Everywhere groans were heard, the air got into persistent odor blood. Here is a fighter with a bandaged severed arm. Next to him is a woman without a leg: she took lunch to her husband and found herself under heavy fire. There was no place, so the dressings were done right in the operating room, where they could see the whole horror of the amputation process in the field.
Extremely scary place was considered bastion number four. The officer met by the hero said that only one gun and only 8 soldiers remained operational in his battery, but they would not surrender. And indeed the next morning they fought the enemy at full strength. It was clear from their glances, faces, and every turn of the sailors that these people were infinitely courageous, and the enemy would not be able to take Sevastopol.
The second part tells about the events in May 1855. The battles went on for six months. Thousands died. The hero comes up with the idea that everyone who is still fighting is crazy people, because war is absolutely illogical.
The hero sees infantry staff captain Mikhailov walking along the boulevard. The main thing that he wants from what is happening is to be let into the circle of the aristocracy. Up to this point, the members of the circle had treated him with arrogance.
On the morning of the next day, Mikhailov goes to the bastion instead of the sick officer. A bomb explodes nearby. A member of the aristocratic circle Kalugin soon arrives here, who demands from the captain to show him the fortifications. Mikhailov understands that he has served for quite a long time, the period of luck has already ended and is trying not to take risks, passing Kalugin into the hands of a young lieutenant, with whom they have always competed in the level of risk.
The third part of the cycle speaks of August 1855. Officer Mikhail Kozeltsov, whom everyone around loved, returned to Sevastopol after treatment in the hospital. He arrives at the station. A crowd has gathered here: there are not enough horses. To his surprise, among those waiting, Mikhail met his brother Volodya, who is going to the army as an ensign. He cannot sleep on the way, as he is tormented by a terrible premonition.
Upon his return, Mikhail was warmly greeted in the company. But the new commander, with whom they were previously friends, now keeps him at a distance.
Volodya became friends with the cadet Vlang. The two of them are sent to a dangerous battery. Everything that Vladimir knew about the war turns out to be insufficient. His friend is injured, and he thinks only about how to survive, hiding in a dugout. Kozeltsov Jr., on the contrary, did not flinch. He held on, his pride in himself growing. But the guy loses his sense of danger. At these moments, during the attack, his brother dies from a wound in the chest. Volodya does not know about Mikhail's death. He is cheerful and courageous, actively commands. But experience is not enough: the enemy bypasses and kills him. The Russians retreat, looking back with great sadness. They hope that the enemy will stay in the city for a short time.
Sevastopol in December
"The dawn is just beginning to color the sky over Sapun Mountain; the dark blue surface of the sea has already thrown off the dusk of the night and is waiting for the first ray to sparkle with a cheerful brilliance; it carries cold and fog from the bay; there is no snow - everything is black , but the sharp morning frost grabs your face and cracks under your feet, and the distant incessant rumble of the sea, occasionally interrupted by rolling shots in Sevastopol, alone breaks the silence of the morning ... It cannot be that at the thought that you are in Sevastopol , a feeling of some kind of courage, pride, and so that the blood does not begin to circulate faster in your veins has not penetrated into your soul ... "Despite the fact that in the city there are fighting, life goes on as usual: the vendors sell hot rolls, and the men sell sbiten. It seems that the camp and peaceful life , they are fussing and frightened, but this is a misleading impression: most people no longer pay attention to either shots or explosions, they are busy with "everyday business." Only on the bastions "you will see ... the defenders of Sevastopol, you will see terrible and sad, great and funny, but amazing, uplifting spectacles there." In the hospital, wounded soldiers talk about their impressions: the one who lost his leg does not remember the pain, because he did not think about it; a woman carrying lunch to her husband's bastion was hit by a shell, and her leg was cut off above the knee. Dressings and operations are done in a separate room. The wounded, waiting for their turn for surgery, are horrified to see how doctors amputate their comrades' arms and legs, and the paramedic indifferently throws the cut off body parts into a corner. Here you can see "terrible, soul-shattering spectacles ... the war is not in the correct, beautiful and brilliant order, with music and drumming, with waving banners and prancing generals, but ... war in its true expression - in blood, in suffering, in death ... "A young officer who fought on the fourth bastion (the most dangerous one) complains not about the abundance of bombs and shells falling on the heads of the defenders of the bastion, but about the dirt. This is his defensive reaction to danger; he behaves too boldly, cheekily and naturally. On the way to the fourth bastion, non-military people are less and less common, and more and more often come across but-snares with the wounded. Actually, on the bastion, the artillery officer behaves calmly (he is used to the whistle of bullets and the roar of explosions). He tells how during the assault on the 5th, only one active gun and very few servants remained on his battery, but still the next morning he was already firing from all the cannons again. The officer recalls how the bomb hit the sailor's dugout and killed eleven people. In the faces, posture, movements of the defenders of the bastion, one can see "the main features that make up the strength of the Russian - simplicity and stubbornness; but here on every face it seems to you that the danger, malice and suffering of war, in addition to these main signs, have also laid traces consciousness of one's dignity and lofty thought and feeling. "The feeling of malice, revenge on the enemy ... lurks in the soul of everyone." When the cannonball flies directly at a person, he does not leave a feeling of pleasure and at the same time fear, and then he himself waits for the bomb to explode closer, because "there is a special charm" in such a game with death. “The main, gratifying conviction that you have made is the conviction that it is impossible to take Sevastopol, and not only to take Sevastopol, but to shake the strength of the Russian people anywhere. .. Because of the cross, because of the name, because of the threat, people cannot accept these terrible conditions: there must be another high motivating reason - this reason is a feeling that rarely manifests itself, bashful in Russian, but lying in the depths of everyone’s soul, - love for the motherland ... This epic of Sevastopol, whose hero was the Russian people, will leave these traces for a long time ... "
Sevastopol in May
Six months have passed since the start of hostilities in Sevastopol. "Thousands of human vanities have had time to be offended, thousands have had time to be satisfied, pout, thousands - to calm down in the arms of death." The most fair is the solution of the conflict in an original way; if two soldiers fought (one from each army), and victory would remain with the side whose soldier emerges victorious. Such a decision is logical, because it is better to fight one on one than a hundred and thirty thousand against a hundred and thirty thousand. In general, war is illogical, from Tolstoy's point of view: "one of two things: whether war is madness, or if people do this madness, then they are not rational creatures at all, as we somehow usually think." In the besieged Sevastopol, soldiers are walking on the boulevard. Among them is an infantry officer (headquarters captain) Mikhailov, a tall, long-legged, stooped and awkward man. He recently received a letter from a friend, a retired lancer, in which he writes how his wife Natasha (Mikhailov's "close friend") enthusiastically follows through the newspapers the movements of his regiment and the exploits of Mikhailov himself. Mikhailov bitterly recalls his former circle, which was “so much higher than now that when, in moments of frankness, he happened to tell his infantry comrades how he had his own droshky, how he danced at the governor’s balls and played cards with a civilian general, "they listened to him indifferently, incredulously, as if not only wanting to contradict and prove the opposite." Mikhailov dreams of a promotion. He meets Captain Obzhogov and Ensign Suslikov on the boulevard, employees of his regiment, and they shake hands with him , but he wants to deal not with them, but with "aristocrats" - for this he walks along the boulevard. "L since there are many people in the besieged city of Sevastopol, therefore, there is a lot of vanity, that is, aristocrats, despite the fact that every minute death hangs over the head of every aristocrat and non-aristocrat ... Vanity! It must be a characteristic feature and a special disease of our century ... Why in our century there are only three kinds of people: some - accepting the principle of vanity as a fact that necessarily exists, therefore just, and freely obeying it; others - accepting it as an unfortunate but insurmountable condition, and still others - unconsciously, slavishly acting under its influence ... "Mikhailov twice hesitantly passes by the circle of" aristocrats "and, finally, he was afraid to approach them because they might not at all deign to honor him with an answer to a greeting and thereby prick his sick pride). The "aristocrats" are Adjutant Kalugin, Prince Galtsin, Lieutenant Colonel Neferdov, and Mister Praskukhin. In relation to the approached Mikhailov, they behave rather arrogantly; for example, Galtsin takes him by the arm and walks a little back and forth only because he knows that this sign of attention should please the staff captain. But soon the "aristocrats" begin to defiantly talk only to each other, thus letting Mikhailov understand that they no longer need his company. Returning home, Mikhailov recalls that he volunteered to go the next morning instead of a sick officer to the bastion. He feels that he will be killed, and if he is not killed, then surely he will be rewarded. Mikhailov consoles himself that he acted honestly, that it is his duty to go to the bastion. On the way, he wonders where he might be wounded - in the leg, in the stomach or in the head. Meanwhile, the "aristocrats" are drinking tea at Kalugin's in a beautifully furnished apartment, playing the piano, remembering their St. Petersburg acquaintances. At the same time, they do not behave at all so unnaturally, importantly and pompously, as they did on the boulevard, demonstrating to those around them their "aristocratism". An infantry officer enters with an important assignment to the general, but the "aristocrats" immediately assume their former "puffed out" look and pretend that they do not notice the newcomer at all. Only after escorting the courier to the general, Kalugin is imbued with the responsibility of the moment, announces to his comrades that a "hot" business is ahead. Galydin asks if he should go on a sortie, knowing that he will not go anywhere, because he is afraid, and Kalugin begins to dissuade Galtsin, also knowing that he will not go anywhere. Galtsin goes out into the street and begins to walk aimlessly back and forth, not forgetting to ask the wounded passing by how the battle is going, and scolding them for retreating.
Kalugin, having gone to the bastion, does not forget to demonstrate his courage to everyone along the way: he does not bend down when the bullets whistle, he takes a dashing pose on horseback. He is unpleasantly struck by the "cowardice" of the battery commander, whose bravery is legendary. Not wanting to take unnecessary risks, the battery commander, who spent half a year on the bastion, in response to Kalugin's demand to inspect the bastion, together sends Kalugin to the guns together with a young officer. The general orders Praskukhpiu to notify Mikhaylov's battalion of the redeployment. He successfully delivers the order. In the dark, under enemy fire, the battalion begins to move. At the same time, Mikhailov and Praskukhin, walking side by side, think only about the impression they make on each other. They meet Kalugin, who, not wanting to "expose himself" once again, learns about the situation on the bastion from Mikhailov and turns back. A bomb explodes next to them, Praskukhin dies, and Mikhaylov is wounded in the head. He refuses to go to the dressing station, because it is his duty to be with the company, and besides, he has a reward for the wound. He also believes that it is his duty to pick up the wounded Praskukhin or make sure that he is dead. Mikhailov crawls back under fire, is convinced of the death of Praskukhpna and returns with a clear conscience. "Hundreds of fresh bloodied bodies of people, two hours ago full of various high and small hopes and desires, with stiff limbs, lay on the dewy flowering valley that separates the bastion from the trench, and on the flat floor of the Chapel of the Dead in Sevastopol; hundreds people - with curses and prayers on parched lips - crawled, tossed and stopped - some among the corpses on a flowering valley, others on a stretcher, on horse-drawn horses and on the bloody floor of the dressing station; and the weight is the same as in the old days, lightning lit up over Sapun Mountain, the twinkling stars turned pale, a white fog pulled from the noisy dark sea, a scarlet dawn lit up in the east, crimson long clouds fled across the light azure horizon, and everything is the same as in previous days, promising joy, love and happiness to the whole revived world, a mighty, beautiful luminary emerged.
Sevastopol in December
“The dawn is just beginning to color the sky over Sapun Mountain; the dark blue surface of the sea has already thrown off the twilight of the night and is waiting for the first ray to sparkle with a cheerful brilliance; from the bay it carries cold and fog; there is no snow - everything is black, but the sharp morning frost grabs your face and cracks under your feet, and the distant unceasing roar of the sea, occasionally interrupted by rolling shots in Sevastopol, alone breaks the silence of the morning ... It cannot be that at the thought that you are in Sevastopol, a feeling of some kind of courage, pride, and so that the blood does not begin to circulate faster in your veins has not penetrated into your soul ... ”Despite the fact that hostilities are going on in the city, life goes on as usual: the merchants sell hot rolls, and the peasants sell sbiten. It seems that camp and peaceful life are strangely mixed here, everyone is fussing and frightened, but this is a deceptive impression: most people no longer pay attention to either shots or explosions, they are busy with “everyday business”. Only on the bastions "you will see ... the defenders of Sevastopol, you will see terrible and sad, great and funny, but amazing, uplifting spectacles there."
In the hospital, wounded soldiers talk about their impressions: the one who lost his leg does not remember the pain, because he did not think about it; a woman carrying lunch to her husband's bastion was hit by a shell, and her leg was cut off above the knee. Dressings and operations are done in a separate room. The wounded, waiting for their turn for surgery, are horrified to see how doctors amputate their comrades' arms and legs, and the paramedic indifferently throws the severed body parts into a corner. Here you can see “terrible, soul-shattering spectacles… war not in the correct, beautiful and brilliant formation, with music and drumming, with fluttering banners and prancing generals, but… war in its true expression – in blood, in suffering, in death… ". A young officer who fought on the fourth, most dangerous bastion, complains not about the abundance of bombs and shells falling on the heads of the defenders of the bastion, but about the dirt. This is his defensive reaction to danger; he behaves too boldly, cheekily and naturally.
On the way to the fourth bastion, non-military people are less and less common, and stretchers with the wounded come across more and more often. Actually, on the bastion, the artillery officer behaves calmly (he is used to the whistle of bullets and the roar of explosions). He tells how during the assault on the 5th, only one active gun and very few servants remained on his battery, but still the next morning he was already firing from all the guns again.
The officer recalls how the bomb hit the sailor's dugout and killed eleven people. In the faces, posture, movements of the defenders of the bastion, one can see “the main features that make up the strength of the Russian - simplicity and stubbornness; but here on every face it seems to you that the danger, malice and suffering of war, in addition to these main signs, have also laid traces of consciousness of one’s dignity and lofty thoughts and feelings ... A feeling of anger, revenge on the enemy ... is hidden in the soul of everyone. When the cannonball flies directly at a person, he does not leave a feeling of pleasure and at the same time fear, and then he himself waits for the bomb to explode closer, because “there is a special charm” in such a game with death. “The main, gratifying conviction that you made is the conviction that it is impossible to take Sevastopol, and not only to take Sevastopol, but to shake the strength of the Russian people anywhere ... Because of the cross, because of the name, because of the threat, they cannot accept people, these terrible conditions: there must be another high motivating reason - this reason is a feeling that rarely manifests itself, bashful in Russian, but lies in the depths of everyone's soul - love for the motherland ... This epic of Sevastopol, of which the people were the hero, will leave great traces in Russia for a long time Russian…"
Sevastopol in May
Six months have passed since the start of hostilities in Sevastopol. “Thousands of people's vanities had time to be offended, thousands had time to be satisfied, puffed up, thousands - to calm down in the arms of death” The most fair is the solution of the conflict in an original way; if two soldiers fought (one from each army), and victory would remain with the side whose soldier emerges victorious. Such a decision is logical, because it is better to fight one on one than a hundred and thirty thousand against a hundred and thirty thousand. In general, war is illogical, from the point of view of Tolstoy: “one of two things: either war is madness, or if people do this madness, then they are not rational creatures at all, as we somehow usually think”
In the besieged Sevastopol, military men walk along the boulevards. Among them is an infantry officer (headquarters captain) Mikhailov, a tall, long-legged, stooped and awkward man. He recently received a letter from a friend, a retired lancer, in which he writes how his wife Natasha (Mikhailov's close friend) enthusiastically follows through the newspapers the movements of his regiment and the exploits of Mikhailov himself. Mikhailov bitterly recalls his former circle, which was “so much higher than the present that when, in moments of frankness, he happened to tell his infantry comrades how he had his own droshky, how he danced at balls with the governor and played cards with a civilian general” , they listened to him indifferently, incredulously, as if not wanting only to contradict and prove the contrary
Mikhailov dreams of a promotion. He meets Captain Obzhogov and Ensign Suslikov on the boulevard, employees of his regiment, and they shake hands with him, but he wants to deal not with them, but with “aristocrats” - for this he walks along the boulevard. “And since there are many people in the besieged city of Sevastopol, therefore, there is a lot of vanity, that is, aristocrats, despite the fact that every minute death hangs over the head of every aristocrat and non-aristocrat ... Vanity! It must be a characteristic feature and a special disease of our age... Why in our age there are only three kinds of people: one - accepting the beginning of vanity as a fact that necessarily exists, therefore just, and freely obeying it; others - accepting it as an unfortunate but insurmountable condition, and still others - unconsciously, slavishly acting under its influence ... "
Mikhailov twice hesitantly passes by a circle of "aristocrats" and, finally, dares to come up and say hello (he had previously been afraid to approach them because they might not at all honor him with an answer to the greeting and thereby prick his sick pride). “Aristocrats” are Adjutant Kalugin, Prince Galtsin, Lieutenant Colonel Neferdov and Captain Praskukhin. In relation to the approached Mikhailov, they behave rather arrogantly; for example, Galtsin takes him by the arm and walks a little back and forth only because he knows that this sign of attention should please the staff captain. But soon the “aristocrats” begin defiantly talking only to each other, thereby making it clear to Mikhailov that they no longer need his company.
Returning home, Mikhailov recalls that he volunteered to go the next morning instead of a sick officer to the bastion. He feels that he will be killed, and if he is not killed, then surely he will be rewarded. Mikhailov consoles himself that he acted honestly, that going to the bastion is his duty. On the way, he wonders where he might be wounded - in the leg, in the stomach or in the head.
Meanwhile, the "aristocrats" are drinking tea at Kalugin's in a beautifully furnished apartment, playing the piano, remembering their St. Petersburg acquaintances. At the same time, they behave not at all so unnaturally, importantly and pompously, as they did on the boulevard, demonstrating their “aristocratism” to those around them. An infantry officer enters with an important assignment to the general, but the "aristocrats" immediately assume their former "puffed out" look and pretend that they do not notice the newcomer at all. Only after escorting the courier to the general, Kalugin is imbued with the responsibility of the moment, announces to his comrades that a “hot” business is ahead.
Galtsin asks if he should go on a sortie, knowing that he will not go anywhere, because he is afraid, and Kalugin begins to dissuade Galtsin, also knowing that he will not go anywhere. Galtsin goes out into the street and begins to walk aimlessly back and forth, not forgetting to ask the wounded passing by how the battle is going, and scolding them for retreating. Kalugin, having gone to the bastion, does not forget to demonstrate his courage to everyone along the way: he does not bend down when the bullets whistle, he takes a dashing pose on horseback. He is unpleasantly struck by the "cowardice" of the battery commander, whose bravery is legendary.
Not wanting to take unnecessary risks, the battery commander, who spent half a year on the bastion, in response to Kalugin's demand to inspect the bastion, sends Kalugin to the guns along with a young officer. The general orders Praskukhin to notify Mikhailov's battalion of the redeployment. He successfully delivers the order. In the dark, under enemy fire, the battalion begins to move. At the same time, Mikhailov and Praskukhin, walking side by side, think only about the impression they make on each other. They meet Kalugin, who, not wanting to "expose himself" once again, learns about the situation on the bastion from Mikhailov and turns back. A bomb explodes next to them, Praskukhin dies, and Mikhailov is wounded in the head. He refuses to go to the dressing station, because it is his duty to be with the company, and besides, he has a reward for the wound. He also believes that his duty is to pick up the wounded Praskukhin or make sure that he is dead. Mikhailov crawls back under fire, becomes convinced of the death of Praskukhin and returns with a clear conscience.
“Hundreds of fresh bloodied bodies of people, two hours ago full of various high and small hopes and desires, with stiff limbs, lay on the dewy flowering valley that separates the bastion from the trench, and on the flat floor of the chapel of the Dead in Sevastopol; hundreds of people - with curses and prayers on parched lips - crawled, tossed and groaned - some among the corpses in the flowering valley, others on stretchers, on cots and on the bloodied floor of the dressing station; and all the same, as in the old days, the lightning lit up over Sapun Mountain, the twinkling stars turned pale, a white fog pulled from the noisy dark sea, a scarlet dawn lit up in the east, crimson long clouds fled across the light azure horizon, and everything is the same , as in former days, promising joy, love and happiness to the whole revived world, a mighty, beautiful luminary emerged.
The next day, the “aristocrats” and other military men stroll along the boulevard and vied with each other to talk about yesterday’s “affair”, but in such a way that they basically describe “the participation that he took and the courage that the narrator showed in the deed”. “Each of them is a little Napoleon, a little monster, and is now ready to start a battle, kill a hundred people just to get an extra star or a third of the salary.”
A truce has been declared between the Russians and the French, ordinary soldiers freely communicate with each other and, it seems, do not feel any enmity towards the enemy. The young cavalry officer is simply delighted to be able to chat in French, thinking he is incredibly smart. He discusses with the French what an inhuman deed they started together, referring to the war. At this time, the boy walks around the battlefield, picking blue wildflowers and looking askance at the corpses in surprise. White flags are displayed everywhere.
“Thousands of people crowd, look, talk and smile at each other. And these people, Christians, professing one great law of love and self-sacrifice, looking at what they have done, will not suddenly fall with repentance on their knees before the one who, having given them life, put into the soul of everyone, along with the fear of death, love for good and beautiful, and with tears of joy and happiness will not embrace like brothers? Not! White rags are hidden - and again the instruments of death and suffering whistle, pure innocent blood is shed again and groans and curses are heard ... Where is the expression of evil, which should be avoided? Where is the expression of the good that should be imitated in this story? Who is the villain, who is her hero? Everyone is good and everyone is bad ... The hero of my story, whom I love with all the strength of my soul, whom I tried to reproduce in all its beauty and who has always been, is and will be beautiful, is true ”
Sevastopol in August 1855
Lieutenant Mikhail Kozeltsov, a respected officer, independent in his judgments and in his actions, not stupid, in many ways talented, a skilled drafter of government papers and a capable storyteller, returns to his position from the hospital. “He had one of those self-esteem, which merged with life to such an extent and which most often develops in some male, and especially military circles, that he did not understand any other choice, how to excel or be destroyed, and that self-esteem was the engine even of his internal motives."
A lot of people passing by have accumulated at the station: there are no horses. Some of the officers heading to Sevastopol do not even have lifting money, and they do not know how to continue their journey. Among those waiting is Kozeltsov's brother, Volodya. Contrary to family plans Volodya, for minor misconduct, did not go to the guard, but was sent (according to his own will) in active army. He, like any young officer, really wants to “fight for the Fatherland”, and at the same time serve in the same place as his elder brother.
Volodya is a handsome young man, he is both shy in front of his brother and proud of him. The elder Kozeltsov invites his brother to immediately go with him to Sevastopol. Volodya seems to be embarrassed; he no longer really wants to go to war, and, besides, he, sitting at the station, managed to lose eight rubles. Kozeltsov pays his brother's debt with the last money, and they set off. On the way, Volodya dreams of the heroic deeds that he will certainly accomplish in the war with his brother, of his beautiful death and dying reproaches to everyone else for not being able to appreciate “truly loving Fatherland” during their lifetime, etc.
Upon arrival, the brothers go to the booth of a convoy officer, who counts a lot of money for the new regimental commander, who is acquiring a “farm”. No one understands what made Volodya leave his quiet place in the far rear and come to the warring Sevastopol without any profit. The battery, to which Volodya is seconded, stands on Korabelnaya, and both brothers go to spend the night with Mikhail on the fifth bastion. Before that, they visit Comrade Kozeltsov in the hospital. He is so bad that he does not immediately recognize Michael, he is waiting for an imminent death as deliverance from suffering.
Leaving the hospital, the brothers decide to disperse, and, accompanied by the batman Mikhail Volodya, goes to his battery. The battery commander offers Volodya to spend the night in the staff captain's bed, which is located on the bastion itself. However, Junker Vlang is already sleeping on the bunk; he has to give way to the ensign (Voloda) who has arrived. At first Volodya cannot sleep; he is frightened by the darkness, then a premonition imminent death. He fervently prays for deliverance from fear, calms down and falls asleep to the sound of falling shells.
Meanwhile, Kozeltsov Sr. arrives at the disposal of the new regimental commander - his recent comrade, now separated from him by a wall of subordination. The commander is unhappy that Kozeltsov is returning to duty prematurely, but instructs him to take command of his former company. In the company Kozeltsov is greeted joyfully; it is noticeable that he enjoys great respect among the soldiers. Among the officers, he also expects a warm welcome and a sympathetic attitude towards the wound.
The next day, the bombardment continues with renewed vigor. Volodya begins to enter the circle of artillery officers; one can see their mutual sympathy for each other. Volodya is especially liked by the junker Vlang, who in every possible way foresees any desires of the new ensign. The good Captain Kraut, a German, who speaks Russian very correctly and too beautifully, returns from the positions. There is talk of abuse and legalized theft in senior positions. Volodya, blushing, assures the audience that such an "ignoble" deed will never happen to him.
Everyone is interested at lunch at the battery commander's, the conversations do not stop despite the fact that the menu is very modest. An envelope arrives from the chief of artillery; an officer with servants is required for a mortar battery on Malakhov Kurgan. This is a dangerous place; no one volunteers to go. One of the officers points to Volodya and, after a short discussion, he agrees to go “shoot on it”. Together with Volodya, Vlang is sent. Volodya takes up the study of the "Guide" on artillery firing. However, upon arrival at the battery, all “rear” knowledge turns out to be unnecessary: firing is carried out randomly, not a single shot even resembles those mentioned in the “Manual” by weight, there are no workers to repair broken guns. In addition, two soldiers of his team are wounded, and Volodya himself repeatedly finds himself on the verge of death.
Vlang is very scared; he is no longer able to hide it and thinks solely about saving his own life at any cost. Volodya is “a little creepy and fun.” Volodya's soldiers are holed up in Volodya's dugout. He communicates with interest with Melnikov, who is not afraid of bombs, being sure that he will die a different death. Having got used to the new commander, the soldiers under Volodya begin to discuss how the allies under the command of Prince Konstantin will come to their aid, how both warring parties will be given a rest for two weeks, and then they will take a fine for each shot, how in the war a month of service will be considered as year, etc.
Despite Vlang's entreaties, Volodya leaves the dugout for Fresh air and sits on the doorstep with Melnikov until morning, while bombs fall around and bullets whistle. But in the morning the battery and guns were put in order, and Volodya completely forgot about the danger; he only rejoices that he performs his duties well, that he does not show cowardice, but, on the contrary, is considered brave.
The French assault begins. Half-asleep, Kozeltsov jumps out to the company, awake, most of all concerned that he should not be considered a coward. He grabs his little saber and runs ahead of everyone at the enemy, shouting to inspire the soldiers. He is wounded in the chest. Waking up, Kozeltsov sees the doctor examining his wound, wiping his fingers on his coat and sending a priest to him. Kozeltsov asks if the French have been driven out; the priest, not wanting to upset the dying man, says that the Russians have won. Kozeltsov is happy; “He thought with an extremely gratifying feeling of self-satisfaction that he had done his duty well, that for the first time in his entire service he had acted as well as he could, and he could not reproach himself with anything.” He dies with the last thought of his brother, and Kozeltsov wishes him the same happiness.
The news of the assault finds Volodya in the dugout. “It was not so much the sight of the calmness of the soldiers as the miserable, undisguised cowardice of the junker that aroused him.” Not wanting to be like Vlang, Volodya commands lightly, even cheerfully, but soon hears that the French are bypassing them. He sees enemy soldiers very close, it strikes him so much that he freezes in place and misses the moment when he can still be saved. Melnikov dies next to him from a bullet wound. Vlang tries to shoot back, calls Volodya to run after him, but, jumping into the trench, he sees that Volodya is already dead, and in the place where he just stood, the French are and shoot at the Russians. The French banner flutters over the Malakhov Kurgan.
Vlang with a battery on a steamboat arrives in a safer part of the city. He bitterly mourns the fallen Volodya; to which he was truly attached. The retreating soldiers, talking among themselves, notice that the French will not be staying in the city for long. “It was a feeling, as if similar to remorse, shame and anger. Almost every soldier, looking from north side on the abandoned Sevastopol, with inexpressible bitterness in his heart he sighed and threatened his enemies.
Option 2
Sevastopol in December
There are fights in the city, but life goes on: they sell hot buns, sbiten. Life camp and peace strangely mixed up. People no longer pay attention to shots and explosions. The wounded in the hospital share their impressions. The one who lost his leg does not remember the pain. Those awaiting surgery watch in horror as their arms and legs are amputated. The paramedic throws the cut off into the corner. Here the war is not in the right order with music, but blood, suffering, death. A young officer from the 4th, the most dangerous bastion, complains not about bombs, but about dirt. On the way to the 4th fortification, non-military people are encountered less and less often, and more often they carry the wounded. The artilleryman says that on the 5th there was only one gun left and few servants, and in the morning they were again firing from all the guns. The officer recalled how the bomb fell into the dugout and killed 11 people. The defenders of the bastion show the features that make up the strength of the people: simplicity and stubbornness, dignity and lofty thoughts and feelings. In the epic of Sevastopol, the Russian people became a hero.
Sevastopol in May
Six months have passed since the fighting in Sevastopol. Thousands calmed down in the arms of death. It is more fair that two soldiers fight - one from each army. And the victory of that side was counted, whose soldier won. After all, war is crazy. Soldiers walk around the besieged Sevastopol. Infantry officer Mikhailov, a tall, stooping, awkward man, received a letter with a story about how his wife, Natasha, was following the events in the newspapers. He is vain, he wants to be promoted. Mikhailov hesitantly goes to the adjutant Kalugin, Prince Galtsin and others who make up the circle of aristocrats. They are arrogant and, having paid attention, they begin to talk to each other, demonstrating that they do not need Mikhailov's company. The officer goes to the bastion and wonders where he will be wounded. Aristocrats drink tea, listen to the piano, chat. An infantry officer enters with an important mission - and everyone looks puffed up. It's going to be hot.
Galtsin is afraid of attacks on the front line. He walks down the street, asking the wounded how the battle is going and scolds that they are retreating. Kalugin on the bastion demonstrates courage: he does not bend, he famously sits on horseback. He is struck by the alleged cowardice of the legendary battery commander.
Under fire, the battalion is redeploying. Mikhailov and Praskukhin meet Kalugin, he learns about the position of the bastion from Mikhailov, turns back, where it is safer. A bomb explodes and Praskukhin dies. Mikhailov, although wounded, does not go for dressing, remains with the company. Crawling under fire, he is convinced of the death of Praskukhin.
And the next day, the aristocrats are again walking along the boulevard, talking about a hot case, as if everyone had accomplished a feat.
Sevastopol in August 1855
Mikhail Kozeltsov, a lieutenant respected for independence in judgments and actions, is going to the position from the hospital. There are no horses at the station. The brother of Kozeltsov is also here. Volodya, of his own free will, goes to fight for the Fatherland where his older brother is. Arriving at the place, the brothers go to spend the night at the 5th bastion. Volodya goes to his battery. The darkness frightens him, he cannot sleep and prays for deliverance from fear.
Kozeltsov Sr. took command of his own company, where he is welcome. The bombing continues with renewed vigor. An officer was needed for Malakhov Kurgan. The place is dangerous, but Kozeltsov agrees. He was on the verge of death several times. The guns on the battery are already in order, and Volodya, forgetting about the danger, is glad that he did it and is considered brave. The assault begins. Kozeltsov runs ahead of the company with his saber. He is wounded in the chest. The doctor, having examined the wound, calls the priest. Kozeltsov is interested in whether the French have been knocked out. Not wanting to upset the mortally wounded, the priest assures the victory of the Russians. Volodya dies with the thought of his brother. (No ratings yet) Prisoner of the Caucasus Officer Zhilin served in the Caucasus. He received a letter from his mother, and he decided to go home on vacation. But on the way, he and another Russian officer Kostylin were captured by the Tatars. It happened through the fault of Kostylin. He was supposed to cover Read More ......
At dawn, the first rays of the sun appeared over Sapun Gora and the still black sea. The bay was covered with thick fog. There is no snow, but it is very cold. Around silence and silence, interrupted by noise sea waves and shots from Sevastopol. From the realization that you are in Sevastopol, the heart is filled with pride. Military operations could not disrupt the usual way of life of the city: merchants scurry here and there. The camp and peaceful life bizarrely merged together, the feeling that the inhabitants are worried and scared, but this is not so. The minds of most of them are filled with everyday worries, as if they did not notice the explosions at all.
Meanwhile, wounded soldiers lie in the city hospital, busy talking. Operations are being performed in one of the wards, and those standing in line for procedures watch horrific pictures of amputation and ejection of severed limbs. It is here that the war appears in its true, unsightly light. It is not at all solemn and brilliant, but full of blood, pain and torment. The young officer, who fought in the most dangerous area, complains not about the mortal danger hanging over all of them, but about the most ordinary dirt. Everyone understands that in this way he is protected from the panic fear sitting inside.
On the way to the fourth bastion, more and more often you see wounded and crippled soldiers, and less and less - civilians. Despite the bullets whistling overhead and the earth trembling from explosions, the artilleryman, accustomed to many things, is calm. He survived the assault with one combat weapon and a small force. An artilleryman recalls a bomb that killed eleven soldiers in a dugout.
A person experiences fear mixed with the sweet and agonizing expectation of an explosion, seeing the core rapidly approaching him.
Everyone is convinced that it is impossible to break either Sevastopol or the Russian people. Neither religion nor danger gives strength to survive in hellish conditions. Only love for the motherland, albeit rarely manifested in the soul, is capable of this.
Sevastopol in May
Six months have passed since the war came to Sevastopol. Thousands of people died. The city is under siege. Soldiers roam the streets. The reader is introduced to officer Mikhailov - a stooped man tall, with some awkwardness in movements. In Mikhailov's memory, pictures of his former life emerge, when he was surrounded by completely different people than now. The present friends coolly listened to Mikhailov's stories about the receptions of the governor or the general, clearly not believing in their veracity. All Mikhailov now dreamed of was a new title. Walking along the boulevard and wanting to meet with the aristocrats of the city, Mikhailov stumbled upon the guys from his regiment. Shaking hands with them again reminded him that this was not all he wanted.
Despite the siege, there are many people in Sevastopol and a lot of vanity in them. It seems that under flying bullets and with daily explosions, vanity should have immediately evaporated, but it is like an incurable disease that divided people into three categories: those who consider vanity a fair and obligatory phenomenon and willingly obey it; who find it a bad but insurmountable vice; and those who could not reflect in themselves vanity and therefore unconsciously and blindly obeyed him.
Mikhailov saw the local "aristocracy", walked around them twice before he decided to come up and say hello. He was scared at the thought that they would ignore him, thereby hurting his pride. The conversation that began immediately revealed some arrogance towards the hero, and later the “aristocrats” stopped noticing him at all, hinting with all appearance that he was burdening them with his presence.
On the way home, Mikhailov remembers that the next day he will have to replace the sick officer and go to the bastion, and either he will be killed or receive a reward. For a moment he considered his possible injuries, but he reminded himself that the bulwark was his duty.
In an expensive, tastefully furnished apartment, Kalugin received "aristocratic" guests. Everyone is drinking tea, playing the piano, talking. Between themselves, away from prying eyes, they behave quite naturally and naturally, but as soon as an officer appeared in the room with a letter for the general, the arrogance and importance that Mikhailov had to face on the boulevard reappeared. Kalugin tells his friends that a “hot” business awaits them ahead. Galtsin wonders if he should go to the bastion to fulfill the order, hoping with fear that he will not be sent anywhere. Kalugin proceeds to dissuade him from this undertaking, although he himself is well aware of Galtsin's unwillingness and cowardice. On the street, Galtsin asks all passers-by about the course of the battle, not forgetting to scold the retreating troops. Kalugin goes to the bastion, diligently showing everyone his fearlessness. He is disappointed with the battery commander, who is famous for his courage, but in fact demonstrates only cowardice. Kalugin wants to inspect the bastion and weapons, but the commander, realizing that this is risky, instead of himself sends a young officer with him.
The general orders Praskukhin to inform Mikhailov about the redeployment. The order was carried out, and at night the battalion advanced under enemy fire. Mikhailov and Praskukhin care only about the impression they make on each other. Here the strongest bombardment begins, and one of the shells kills Praskukhin. Mikhailov was wounded in the head, for which he was given a reward, and instead of bandaging the wound, he crawls back to Praskukhin, not being sure of his death. Having found his body, Mikhailov returns.
The flower-strewn valley was covered with bloodied corpses. The sun rises again over Sapun Mountain and a thick fog has fallen.
The very next day, walking along the same boulevard, the "aristocracy" boasted of their courage and talked about their direct participation in the battle. Each of them was like Napoleon, ready to kill hundreds more people for the sake of a salary increase or a new rank.
Russia and France announced a truce. The soldiers began to communicate with yesterday's enemies, forgetting about their hatred and hostility. The officer talks to the French about the cruelty of war, and each of them recognizes the sharp mind of the second. A little boy walks through a field strewn with bodies and white flags and picks flowers. All these people are Christians who know about love for one's neighbor. But they will not fall on their knees, repenting before God for their deeds, and will not hug each other, asking for forgiveness for the murders. As soon as the truce ends, they will also raise their weapons and point their muzzles at each other.
Sevastopol in August 1855
Officer Mikhail Kozeltsov, having been wounded, was being treated in the hospital, and now he returned to the battlefield. The military man aroused the respect of everyone with his independence, integrity, sharp mind, talent, and besides, he was a master in compiling different kind documents. He was not alien to pride, already firmly merged with his character.
There is a pandemonium at the station: there is not a single horse and wagon. Many soldiers are completely penniless and cannot leave. At the station, along with everyone, stands Vladimir Kozeltsov, the brother of the hero. He was predicted to have a brilliant military career in the guards, however, Volodya suddenly decided to go to the army. In it, as in any young man in the war, hot blood boiled, and he was eager to join his brother in the battle for the Motherland. He felt a sense of pride in his older brother, and even a little shy in front of him. Mikhail calls his brother with him to Sevastopol, but the guy no longer wants to fight so zealously, and besides, he doesn’t know how to talk about his unpaid debt of eight rubles. Kozeltsov takes out his last savings and closes his brother's debt, after which they leave. All the way, Volodya indulges in romantic dreams about his undoubtedly heroic death on the battlefield and the feats that he and his brother will have time to accomplish for the sake of the Fatherland.
Arriving in Sevastopol, they first of all go to the booth, where they see a military man who poured out money in front of him and counts them for the new commander. Everyone wonders why Vladimir left with safe place and arrived in the thick of the war. The brothers decide to spend the night with Mikhail in the bastion. However, before that, they go to an old comrade who was in such a bad state that he was waiting for death as a release from pain. Leaving the walls of the hospital, the brothers disperse: Vladimir goes to his battery, where they found a place for him to sleep. At night, the guy is afraid of the darkness, then of the approaching death. Exploding shells were heard all around, and he was able to get rid of anxiety and fall asleep only after praying.
Mikhail is put under the command of his old comrade, who once fought with him on an equal footing and has now become a commander. The commander feels dissatisfied with the return of Mikhail, but nevertheless transfers command of the company to him. The company, on the contrary, rejoices at Kozeltsov, the officers warmly welcome him and show their respect, empathizing with his injury.
The next day the explosions became more frequent and the bombardment intensified. The artillery officers accepted Volodya into their circle, and he himself felt sympathy for them. Junker Vlang felt great affection for the ensign, foreseeing all the wishes of Vladimir. Suddenly, Karut returns from the fighting positions - a German by origin, freely expounded in excellent Russian. The conversation drags on between the men, and the German talks about high-ranking thieves using their position. Volodya was embarrassed and began to confusingly explain that he finds such a dishonest and vile deed, and he himself would never have stooped to such a level.
During the lunch meal at the commander's, everyone continues to talk, not paying attention to the meager menu. A letter arrives from the artillery chief demanding that one of the officers be sent to Malakhov Kurgan. It was a dangerous area, and no one expressed a desire to go there to the battery. One of the guys calls Vladimir the perfect candidate. Having doubted and argued a little, Volodya agrees. Vlanga is sent along with him. Having no experience in combat, Volodya begins to study books and manuals on artillery battles, hoping that this will help him in battle. Arriving at the battery, he realizes that the whole theory is not applicable in practice: the real battle goes according to its own rules, different from the book ones, there is not a single worker on the site called to repair damaged weapons, and even the weight of the shells does not match that specified in the manual. Two guys from Volodya's team get injured, and he himself almost dies. The soldiers take cover. If Vlang started to panic, and he could only think about how to avoid his death, then Vladimir even became amused from everything that was happening. Melnikov was firmly convinced that he would not die on the battlefield, and from this he was not afraid of exploding bombs and flying bullets. Vladimir likes him, and soon the other soldiers join in the general conversation, during which everyone discusses when the allied troops led by Prince Konstantin will come to them, how they will give all the military a break and announce a short truce, how a month in the war will be equated to a year in peaceful land ... Vlang is still frightened and wants to prevent Volodya from leaving the fortification, but he nevertheless goes out into the fresh air, where he will remain all night, talking with Melnikov. He completely forgot about the mortal danger hanging over them all, and thought only of his courage and diligence.
In the morning the French began to storm. Volodya, who has just woken up and slept at all, is one of the first to draw his weapon and rush into battle, afraid of being branded a coward. His cry and mood were able to raise the morale of the soldiers, but Kozeltsov was immediately wounded in the chest, and he lost consciousness. Opening his eyes, Vladimir sees a doctor silently bending over his wound and wiping his soiled hands. The doctor asks to send a priest. Volodya asks if we beat the French, and the priest, fearing to upset the dying man, speaks of the Russian victory, although the French banner was already fluttering on Malakhov Hill. Great happiness and pride overwhelmed Kozeltsov, tears of delight flowed down his face, because he felt his involvement in this victory and knew that he had fulfilled his duty to the end. He thinks of his brother Michael, wishing him the same happiness.
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Year of publication of the book: 1855
Tolstoy's "Sevastopol Stories" is a cycle of three works by the author. The series was first published in 1855 in a St. Petersburg periodical. The reliability of the facts described in the “Sevastopol Tales” is explained by the fact that Tolstoy, who enters personally, was in Sevastopol during its defense in 1854.
Cycle "Sevastopol stories" summary
Sevastopol in December
Morning comes over Sapun Mountain. The sky has already become light, and the surface of the sea has turned from black to dark blue. It is quite cold over the bay, but there is no snow - only black earth is visible around. The fact that the author describes December in the work “Sevastopol Tales” is evidenced only by a light morning frost, which tingles a little on the face and creaks underfoot. Going outside, you can hear the sound of the surf, which is periodically interrupted by loud shots. But despite the fact that battles have been going on in Sevastopol for several months now, people here continue to live their lives. Hot pies are still sold in the bazaars, and many locals have even stopped paying attention to the constant explosions.
In the work "Sevastopol stories" summary says that only the bastions are full of warriors who defend the city, sacrificing their lives. Sevastopol hospitals are overflowing with soldiers - someone is left without a leg, someone without arms, someone has not been able to recover for several days. In a small hospital room, a paramedic performs many operations around the clock, amputating soldiers' limbs. If on the battlefield the warriors behave uninhibitedly and even allow themselves to joke periodically, then in the hospital war is visible in its most terrible manifestations. Here sits a young officer who fought on one of the most dangerous bastions of Sevastopol. He recalls that on the battlefield, his main concern was a large number of mud. The doctor understands that such words are nothing more than a defensive reaction of a soldier to the fear of war. The officer has something to remember. For example, a bomb that, having hit a dugout, took the lives of more than a dozen soldiers.
In the cycle "Sevastopol Stories" we can read that there are a large number of people like him in this hospital - brave and courageous Russian soldiers who are ready to give their lives to save the Motherland. During the war, they have already become accustomed to playing with death, trying to find a reason to laugh in any situation.
Sevastopol in May
More than six months have passed since the fighting began in Sevastopol. During this time, the city saw more than a thousand deaths, and the same number of people who had time to become disillusioned with the war. War is already seen by many as an extremely illogical phenomenon, because people, as rational beings, must first of all be able to negotiate among themselves. Sevastopol is still under siege, but not only the military, but also civilians often walk along its boulevards. Once, on a warm spring evening, Captain Mikhailov also went out for a walk. He was tall man, who constantly stooped and often looked awkward.
In the work “Sevastopol Stories” by Tolstoy, a summary tells that a few days ago the staff captain received a letter from his friend, which said that a close friend of Mikhailov from the newspapers was following the work of his regiment. The young officer sadly recalls his former life. He often tells his comrades-in-arms about how, it would seem, in past life he's like the protagonist, attended lavish balls and played cards with the general himself. However, friends do not strongly believe in the words of Mikhailov.
Meanwhile, the captain in his heart dreams of getting promoted. During his walk, he meets men he met in the war. However, he doesn't want to spend time with them. With all his heart, Mikhailov strives to have conversations with local aristocrats, who, in turn, do not want to communicate with an officer. Nothing, even war, can change their attitude to life - they stray into small companies and look down on passing soldiers.
The hero of L. Tolstoy's "Sevastopol Stories" understands that vanity is one of the most important diseases of his century. He passes several times near the company of aristocrats and finally decides to come up and greet them. There he notices adjutant Kalugin, captain Proskurin and several other people. At first, the aristocrats receive Mikhailov rather good-naturedly, but after some time they show that his presence here is no longer desirable. The captain returns to his home, remembering that early morning he must go to the bastion. There he is obliged to replace a comrade who is temporarily unable to go into battle. Mikhailov talks for a long time about whether he will die tomorrow or whether he will be mortally wounded. In any of these scenarios, he feels absolute happiness from the fact that he honestly fulfills his duty.
If you read the "Sevastopol Tales" summary chapter by chapter, then we learn that that evening aristocrats gathered in Kalugin's house, who are busy drinking tea and playing on musical instruments. Left alone, the company behaves not as conceited as it could be seen on the boulevard. And only when an officer enters the general, all those present immediately become more pompous. After the officer left the room, Kalugin told his friends that there was important business ahead of them.
The next day, Kalugin heads for the bastion. There he tries to show his courage to all the soldiers. He is not afraid of bullets, keeps firmly on horseback, does not flinch from loud explosions. A little later, he sends Captain Proskurin to Mikhailov's battalion to warn them of the need to change location. When the shelling begins, Mikhailov, together with his soldiers and Proskurin, heads along the intended path. All this time they think only about how to make a better impression on each other. On the way, the company comes across Kalugin. He planned to inspect the battalion, however, having learned about the enemy attack, he decides to go back. On the way, the soldiers come across a bomb, from the explosion of which Proskurin dies, and the staff captain Mikhailov is seriously injured. Kalugin wants to take him to the hospital, but he wants to stay with his company. He thinks that because of the injury, he can receive an additional reward.
In Tolstoy's "Sevastopol Tales" we can read that at the end of the battle the valley was overflowing with the corpses of soldiers. Hundreds more people writhed in pain, cursing the war and wanting to die as soon as possible. The hospitals were once again filled with soldiers who needed limb amputations. When the next day after the battle, the aristocrats again gathered in their company, they vied with each other to talk about what an important role they played in the battle. Each of them imagined himself to be the most important component and shouted that he was ready even now to rush into battle with the enemy.
Meanwhile, a temporary truce was declared between the warring parties. Russian and French soldiers, having forgotten that they recently stood against each other with weapons, were now talking on abstract topics. They all did not understand why, as Christians, they should take up arms and kill others. However, after some time, the truce was canceled, and they again had to take up arms.
Sevastopol in August
After the spring battle, the author describes August in Sevastopol Tales. It was then that after a serious wound from the hospital, a lieutenant named Mikhail Kozeltsov returned to the battlefield. He was distinguished by the fact that for many situations he had his own own opinion and a firm stance respected by all soldiers. There were many officers at the station. Many of them did not have any money with them, so they did not even know how to get to the battlefield. Among those present, Mikhail noticed his brother Volodya. Despite the fact that he was sent to the guard, he voluntarily wanted to go to the front line. Volodya tried in every possible way to take an example from his brother and strove, like a hero, to defend his homeland faithfully. He is terribly proud of Mikhail, and therefore decides to go with him to Sevastopol. There, at the station, for some time Volodya becomes afraid of how close he is to military operations. However, anticipating feats and a majestic battle, he still goes to the battlefield. When the heroes of the Sevastopol Tales series arrived in Sevastopol, they immediately went to the headquarters. There, no one could understand why Volodya, who could be in the rear, chose such a fate for himself.
Both Kozeltsovs are sent to the fifth bastion, where Volodya is appointed ensign. Arriving at the battery, the younger Kozeltsov met with the cadet Vlang. Young people immediately find mutual language and become good friends. At the same time, Mikhail arrives at his commander, who is not happy that Kozeltsov decides to return to duty so early. After a long conversation, he decides to give Mikhail his previous company, which meets the lieutenant with great joy.
The next day, Volodya takes part in the battles. During this time, he and Vlang managed to become good comrades who spend a lot of time together in sincere conversations. After some time, the commander needs to send several people to Malakhov Kurgan. It is quite dangerous there now, so no one wants to go there voluntarily. After thinking well, the commander decides to send Volodya and Vlang to the marker battery. Throughout the evening, the younger Kozeltsov studies various shooting manuals. However, as soon as it is time to go to the battlefield, he realizes that all the knowledge gained from books is not applicable in real life. Many soldiers from his team are seriously injured. Yes, and Volodya himself was only miraculously able to avoid death. The current situation seriously frightened Vlang, who begins to think about how to leave the place of hostilities. However, Volodya cannot even think about escaping. He rejoices that he is still alive, and tries to show the rest of the soldiers an example of courage.
When the assault begins at night, Mikhail goes out to his company. Without leaving his sleep, he takes up his saber and runs at the enemy with acceleration, trying to raise the morale of the soldiers. If the works “Sevastopol Stories” read a summary, then we learn that after some time he receives a mortal wound in the chest. In the hospital, Michael asks the priest what the outcome of the battle was. He, not wanting to upset the dying man, informs him that the Russians have won. Senior Kozeltsov dies with a smile on his face and pride in his soldiers.
Volodya behaves quite boldly during the assault. He skillfully commands the soldiers, but soon realizes that the French surrounded them. Confused, he freezes in place. Vlang shouts to his comrade to run after him. Hearing no answer, the cadet approaches the trench and sees that Volodya has been mortally wounded. Together with several soldiers, Vlang manages to move to a safe distance. Sitting on the steamer, they move to that part of the city that the French have not yet had time to encircle. Juncker with bitterness in his heart remembers his dead comrade and notices the sadness on the faces of the soldiers who are forced to retreat from Sevastopol under the onslaught of enemies.
The cycle "Sevastopol stories" on the Top Books website
Tolstoy's cycle "Sevastopol Stories" is so popular to read that it allowed them to take a high place among. Although this interest is largely due to the presence of the work in school curriculum. Nevertheless, we predict that this cycle of Tolstoy's stories will also be included in our subsequent ones.
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