As a shrill confession, as the result of his whole life, Boris Vasiliev wrote “My Horses Are Flying”.
Summary of the story is difficult to make, becauseThere is nothing superfluous in the work. The book is written concisely (only the most remembered, bright, most important) about yourself, your family, your time, your way to work. The story is 36 pages, but it turns out to be read in about four hours. After all, the author writes with trepidation about the most intimate, most dear to himself. Therefore, not once involuntarily stop and reflect on the author's phrases. His thoughts, comparisons are laconic and deep.
Extremely frankly told about his lifeBoris Vasiliev (“My horses are flying”). The summary of the book is a figurative rethinking of all life, an expression of deep human gratitude to parents and people, thanks to whom he managed to realize his vocation.
The images of these people, created by the real master of the word, fascinate with their uniqueness.
Retell the story can be multivariate.Only one thing is impossible: to allow indifference. It is simply impossible to do by discussing a story in which the writer has put all of himself into himself, really being a “cubic piece of smoking conscience”. This book is worth keeping in your library as a friend - an adviser and mastermind.
Vasiliev about the internal need to write a story
So where to start a story that told aboutBoris Vasiliev (“My horses are flying”)? We will start to summarize the story with a figurative justification by the author, why he took up writing a book. He motivated this by comparing human life with an arc-shaped bridge thrown across the river of being. If you follow this analogy, then childhood, youth, go on to climb up, but this rise over the years gives way to descent. Therefore, it is important not to be late to remember and capture everything that was expensive in childhood and adolescence. After all, these years are very important.
It is at this interval, in the opinion of the author of the story, that the aspect of the essence of man is formed - what it will be. And further, in adulthood, another aspect of his personality is formed - who he is.
And here on the downward trajectory of movement on this bridge there is a point of conditional non-return. A man, looking back, will no longer be able to see the path, overcome in childhood and adolescence.
Rethinking age
The epigraph of the work is a dry string,which is the standard beginning of any autobiography, indicating the birth of its author: 05.21.1924. However, the epigraph contrasts with the very first line of the story “My horses are flying.”
Борис Васильев пишет том, что едет с ярмарки.This phrase is the keynote of the story, it is repeated more than once. What does this literally mean? The fair acts as a collective image of the ascending spans of the “bridge of life”: childhood, youth, active maturity. About the unusual baggage, consisting of intangible things, the author tells in the story “My horses are flying.” The whole text, like a patchwork quilt, consists of vivid memories, impressions and exciting reflections.
Smolensk - the writer's small homeland
Boris Lvovich closely associates his memories withhometown of Smolensk. Since childhood, Vasiliev dreamed of being a historian. With gratitude, he recalls school teachers who raise citizenship and love for their small country. It was a period of change of two epochs. The country moved away from the wounds of the civil war. The ancient city, which once grew up on the way from the Varangians to the Greeks, was international: Russians, Poles, Lithuanians, Jews ... Polish quarters, Latvian streets, Tatar suburbs ... The writer compares the everlasting Smolensk border with the raft at different times with Lithuania, the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, and through which the Pale of Settlement passed. Different people made up the population of the city of the raft, fleeing from tyranny, persecution ...
Childhood memories
About how different people hungry around the world did not divide themselves into winners and losers, but helped each other, tells the story “My horses are flying.”
Boris Vasilyev childish bright and figurativetalks about the streets of the city with hundreds of draymen; with admiration tells about the ruins of a medieval prison in Lopatinsky garden, about the place where the martyr Prince Gleb was slaughtered by order of Svyatopolk, about Varyazhskaya street, the ditches of the Royal bastion, ancient mounds, about the ancient oak on Pokrovskaya mountain, which, according to legends, was one of the sacred trees in a grove planted by the ancient Slavic Krivichi.
He recalls how in 1936, in a drained serf ditch, the children discovered the weapon Klondike: from medieval Tatar sabers to machine gun belts from the First World War.
Writer about his birth. Dr. Jansen
He was born in the house of Pavlovs on Pokrovskaya Mountain in the family of a red commander, a participant in four wars, wounded by white kazak and contused by the Germans.
But in the birth of Boris Vasiliev there isthe merit of another person who is not his relative. The bright and piercing image of a Man with a capital letter, beloved by all Smolensk, a doctor by the will of the Lord Dr. Jansen is really pathetic. He advised the mother of the future writer, suffering from consumption, to give birth: “Give birth, Ale. Childbirth is a great miracle ”... Seven years later, the unbelieving mother of the writer first kneeled in the mud and prayed fervently ... The entire population came to the funeral of the last holy city. Unmercenary Jansen, unaware of the weekend, living as extremely ascetic, died, saving two boys who fell into a sewer well.
Vasiliev family. Father's image
Подробно писатель рассказывает о своей семье:about dad, mom, grandmother, two sisters Gale and Ole. Thanks to the father's rations, the family did not go hungry, recalls Vasilyev Boris Lvovich (“My horses are flying”). However, the house has always been only the most necessary. The cult of labor distinguished the way of life of the Vasilyevs.
The image of the father is touching and soulful.A short man, who wholeheartedly accepted the Revolution, he, scorched by the war, loved and recited poetry, initiated and created a car club for children. And once Boris Lvovich witnessed the real courage of his father when he prevented a fire by rolling a hot and very heavy barrel of gasoline out of the fire. Unabashed, always dressed in an officer's uniform, does not recognize any other transport than a bicycle. He was happy when his son entered the armored academy, and unhappy when he left her for creative work in the theater. The father did not live one year to the final creative formation of his son. The writer, having gone through a long period of creative searches, writing the story “And the Dawns Here are Quiet”, came to the grave of his father with the phrase he did not wait in life: “Dad, I did ...”.
Impressive is the dream in which BorisLvovich sees his late father walking with him through the old, neglected garden. The sky is overcast with autumn clouds, but the garden is quiet, light and warm. Bushes currants and gooseberries covered with leaves. Below them, apart from berries, are apples. However, the sun is not visible. All light comes from the father, calm, not expressing to the son neither censure, nor approval, treating him with cool apples, raised from the ground.
Grandma - the first teacher of creativity
The image of his masterfully conveyed by the writer is uniquebeloved grandmother, indefatigable dreamer, a noble, impractical and mentally generous woman. In her naive desire for goodness and justice, she somehow reminds Don Quixote. It was she who by her example awakened a desire for creativity in little Boris. A moment before her death, she, who had been silent before, opened her eyes and strictly asked her daughter: “Where is Boris, Ale? Where is my Borya? .. ”.
Vasiliev - an idealist, abruptly changing his fate
About life and creative searches in detailtells readers the full content of "my horses are flying." Vasiliev talks about how, three times of his own accord, he abruptly changed his fate. For the first time - enrolling in the engineering department at the armored academy. The second time was in 1954, having been demobilized "for literary classes," or, more precisely, wishing to write theater plays.
The third time is in 1969, when a writer withWith 25 years of experience, he finally realized and felt the peculiarities of his talent, understood what and how he should write, stopped working "for his daily bread" and began to really create. He changed the theater to cinema and was not mistaken.
Impressions of war are silent by front-line writer
Boris Lvovich, a war veteran and at the same timethinker, humanist, in the book very briefly writes about his participation in the Great Patriotic War. He does not idealize war, considering the science of killing to be forced, unnatural. The writer recalled the episode when the headmaster of the school on June 22, 1941 informed him and three of his classmates about the beginning of the war. What was the reaction of the guys? At that time, the boys knew all types of weapons as today's guys are guided in car brands ... The reaction was paradoxical: four boys, without saying a word, shouted: "Hurray! ..". And only Boris returned home from the front. The writer, having survived the war, simply turned over this page of his biography.
Climbing to creativity
36 pages of text tells about itself, abouttheir places, aspirations in the autobiographical story “My Horses Are Flying” Boris Vasiliev. The content of his story about the creative path includes several stages. He recalls with gratitude the people who helped him in his creative development.
Руководитель ЦТСА (Центрального театра Советской Army) Alexei Dmitrievich Popov, who spoke on May 3, 1954, with the young writer Vasilyev, who wrote the play Tankists, influenced his decision to demobilize.
Director of the scenario studio Dulgerov V.E.which promoted the screenplay of the film “The Next Flight” and filmed the film of the same name by the Sverdlovsk Film Studio. This studio was remembered by acquaintance with Yu. Drunina and K. Rapoport.
Director Petrov Vladimir Mikhailovich,fostered the writer's awareness of the characteristics of his talent. He first began to work seriously with Vasiliev. Unfortunately, this did not last long: the director died a worthy death right on the set.
Писатель Борис Николаевич Полевой, которому Борис Lvovich told about his creative plans in 1954. He contributed to the creation of the story "And the Dawns Here Are Quiet", which brought Vasilyev all-Union fame. Next were written "In the lists did not appear," "Tomorrow was a war", "The Magnificent Six", "Burning Bush".
The phrase of Boris Vasiliev “There is such a profession - to defend the Motherland!” From the film “Officers”, in the heart of each real officer, from the film “Officers”, where Jumatov and Lanovoy brilliantly played.
In the last years of his life, Vasilyev wrote historical novels about ancient Russian princes.
Conclusion
Не случайно написал повесть Васильев Борис Lvovich "My horses are flying." The text of the work is read avidly. Readers of the story notice a paradox: the writer is so full-blooded about his existence, which causes them themselves to respond to the need to seriously reflect on their own lives.
Borrowing out his thoughts Boris Vasilyev(“My horses are flying”). A summary of the story, following the course of thought of its author, must contain both the features of documentary, and a deep philosophy of life, and subtle unobtrusive humor. The story itself does not follow literally the chronological order of events. It is similar, like the life of the author (by his own admission), to a bright quilt. The writer reveals to us all his creative potential, all his intangible wealth. He really appears before us without any conceit, but with the true dignity of a creative person.
