Summary you. Card game incident
The story is told from the perspective of the narrator - an army officer. Their regiment was quartered in the town of ***, and life was not particularly varied. In the morning there is training, then lunch with the regimental commander, and in the evening - punch and playing cards. The officers gathered with each other, but among them one non-military stood out. At 35, he looked too gloomy and seemed old.
Some kind of mystery surrounded his fate: being Russian, he bore the foreign name Silvio. He was once a hussar, but retired. His table was open to local officers; he gave everyone his books to read - military books and novels. But his main occupation was shooting: all the walls of the room were riddled with bullets. When the conversation came up about whether he had to fight a duel, he answered dryly that he had. Everyone thought that this gloominess was connected with the past: there was some kind of victim on his conscience.
One day at dinner, while playing cards, Silvio, who rarely played, sat down to throw, but remained silent. Everyone knew this peculiarity of his, but among the officers there was a newcomer: he made a mistake in the recording, Silvio silently erased and corrected it, but the officer did not stop and began to prove that he was right. Silvio did not react, then the young man threw a copper shandal at him, and he barely managed to dodge the blow. Everyone was sure that Silvio would challenge the young man to a duel and that it would be bad luck for him. However, there was no call, which surprised the officers, and they considered him a coward.
One day Silvio received a package, eagerly tore the seal off it, his eyes sparkling as he read it. Afterwards, he told everyone present that he would have to leave that night, so he invited everyone to a farewell dinner. At the appointed time, almost the entire regiment assembled. The owner himself seemed cheerful, champagne flowed like a river, his colleagues wished him all the best. When everyone began to leave late in the evening, Silvio asked the narrator to stay.
They lit a cigarette, and the owner explained that he did not want to leave the narrator with a painful memory of himself. And he told the story of six years ago, when he received a slap in the face, but his enemy was still alive. Then Silvio was a young hussar, accustomed to being the first in everything, and he succeeded in this until a young man of a rich and noble family appeared in their regiment. He was truly a lucky man: smart, handsome, young, had a big name and money that was not transferable.
Silvio hated him for his success in the regiment and in the society of women, so he began to look for quarrels, but his happy rival responded to epigrams with sharper epigrams, his jokes were funnier, which aroused more anger in the hero’s soul. Once at a ball, seeing how successful his rival was with women, Silvio said some flat rudeness, for which he received a slap in the face, and that same night they went to fight.
When the opponents met, the offender appeared with a cap full of cherries. By lot, it fell to the opponent to shoot first; he took aim and shot through his cap. When Silvio was about to shoot, his opponent calmly picked out ripe cherries at gunpoint and spat out the seeds. Such indifference infuriated Silvio, and he said that he was leaving the shot behind him. He retired and was waiting for an opportunity to take revenge. And then he received a message that his offender should soon marry a beautiful girl. Silvio was sure that now he would not face death calmly.
A few years later the narrator found himself in another county. After a noisy and carefree life, it was hard for him, he did not know what to do, and almost became a bitter drunkard. Four miles away there was a rich estate, the owners of which were planning to come for the summer. When the hero arrived at the count's estate, he saw a handsome man with an open and friendly look, and the countess turned out to be a beauty.
The guest began to look at the paintings and saw one, shot twice in one place. The conversation turned to the shooting, and the narrator remembered Silvio. And the count admitted that he was the same offender, and then he told about Silvio’s revenge. While riding on horseback, he learned from a servant about the arrival of his longtime enemy. The wife went on foot, and the count hurried home. Seeing Silvio, he asked to shoot faster until the Countess appeared. But he proposed to have a duel and cast lots. The Count took out the first number. He fired and hit the painting. At this time Masha ran in and threw herself on her husband’s neck. The Count tried to explain that it was a joke, but Silvio said that he had been joking with him all his life.
Masha threw herself at his feet, the count was furious, and Silvio said that he was satisfied anyway: he saw the confusion in the eyes of his offender and now betrays him to his conscience. As he was leaving, he looked back and, almost without aiming, shot at the bullet-riddled painting, then disappeared. They said that Silvio, during the indignation of Alexander Ypsilanti, was the leader of a detachment of etherists and was killed in the battle of Skulany.
- “Shot”, analysis of the story by Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
- “The Captain’s Daughter”, a summary of the chapters of Pushkin’s story
The provincial place *** could not boast of a variety of entertainment. The officers of the regiment stationed there most often whiled away the time playing cards. They knew little of the local residents, but one of the townspeople, a 35-year-old former hussar, was still a regular in the regimental society. Almost nothing was known about the past of this mysterious man. He seemed Russian, but bore a foreign name - Silvio, lived very poorly, but often invited the entire regiment to dinner. Silvio shot from a pistol with extraordinary accuracy. He constantly practiced this art, and all the walls of his room were covered with marks from shots, like a honeycomb.
I (Pushkin’s hero says) also served in this regiment, and for some reason Silvio singled me out from other comrades. I treated this somewhat demonic man with mutual goodwill. My acquaintance with him was suddenly interrupted when one day Silvio received a certain letter in the mail. After reading it, he announced that he was leaving the town of *** forever.
Before leaving, Silvio, in a fit of frankness, told me about his reason. Six years ago he received a slap in the face, for which he has not yet taken revenge on the offender. At that time, Silvio served as a hussar and was the first ringleader and brawler of his regiment. His comrades idolized him until a rival appeared among his colleagues: a newly identified young man from a wealthy family. In a short time, this newcomer gained greater success among women. He spent more money on friends and wrote better epigrams. Envy of his competitor awoke in Silvio's soul. It came to a public quarrel at one ball, during which the opponent slapped Silvio in the face.
Silvio challenged him to a duel. The enemy appeared to her completely calmly. Having shot by lot first, he pierced Silvio’s cap just an inch from his forehead, and then he calmly stood in front of the pistol, eating a cherry. The enraged Silvio did not want to kill him in such arrogant self-confidence and negotiated for himself the right to fire a return shot not this time, but whenever he pleases.
And now he received news in a letter that his enemy was preparing for a wedding with a beautiful girl. Having been tired of the thirst for revenge for six years, Silvio decided to go to his rival, exercise his right to return a shot and see if he would accept death before the wedding as indifferently as he once waited for it behind the cherries.
II
Silvio left and I never saw him again. About five years later I had to resign and settle on my poor estate to organize my shaky affairs. Almost all of the noble neighbors were equally poor, but one day news spread throughout the area about the imminent arrival of the owners of the only rich local estate. The Count and Countess arrived, both about my age. I went to introduce myself to them.
The courteous count received me cordially and politely. In his richly furnished office, a strange painting with a view from Switzerland caught my attention. She was shot through by two bullets placed one on top of the other.
Curious about who was such a sharp shooter, I talked about my former acquaintance Silvio. The Count was shocked and told me that it was he who was the previously mentioned rival and offender of this man. I also learned about what happened to Silvio immediately after his departure from the town of ***.
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He came to the offending count in this very room and presented his right to a duel shot, which had been postponed several years ago. Out of a sense of honor, the count could not refuse. He stood in the corner. Silvio raised the pistol, took aim, but then suddenly nobly invited his opponent to cast lots again about who should shoot first. The ticket fell to the count. In some kind of oblivion, he took up his weapon, but missed and fell into that very picture.
At this time his wife ran in screaming. Silvio raised his pistol. The count waited for the shot while his wife lay at the feet of his enemy. Starting to take aim, Silvio suddenly lowered his weapon and said that he would not shoot: he was pleased that he saw the confusion and timidity of the man he hated and turned out to be more generous than him, again giving him the opportunity to fire the first shot. Silvio headed for the exit, but at the door he turned and, almost without aiming, fired a bullet into the picture perforated by the count with such accuracy that he hit the same hole.
There was no exact information about the further fate of this person. There were rumors that Silvio died fighting the Turks during
A.S. Pushkin
Name: Shot
Genre: Tale
Duration: 13min 28sec
Annotation:
“Shot” is a story from the series “Tales of the late Ivan Petrovich Belkin.” The officers constantly went to the rather eccentric man Silvio to play cards. Hussar Silvio practiced shooting a lot and the walls of his house were riddled with holes. One day Silvio was insulted by one of his guests, but contrary to local customs, he did not challenge the offender to a duel. Therefore, most of the officers considered him a coward, but Silvio explains the situation to the narrator. Several years earlier he had participated in a duel. His opponent missed and, waiting for a return shot, ate a cherry and showed complete indifference to what was happening. And he decided, since life clearly had no meaning for this young man, Silvio decided to ask for a postponement of the duel. If he had continued the duel with the officer, he most likely would have killed him, almost without risking his own life. He decided to delay the moment of revenge.
After six years, Silvio learns that his former enemy is married and now cannot be indifferent to life either. Silvio has been waiting for this moment for a very long time, and he returns to take revenge. Having come to his former opponent, he declares his right to a duel. As a result of the draw, the landowner gets the right to shoot first, but he misses and the bullet hits the picture hanging on the wall. His frightened wife runs into another room in tears. Silvio, taking pity on her, shoots at the painting, hitting almost the same place as his opponent, thereby demonstrating how this fight could have ended. Having restored his honor, Silvio leaves the couple satisfied, and later it becomes known that he fell in battle.
An army regiment was stationed in the town of ***. To somehow brighten up the dull everyday life, the officers gathered at each other's houses in the evenings. The narrator also served in this regiment. One day he met a mysterious man named Silvio, who lived in the area. He was older than most of the officers and was rather sullen. It seemed that he had some kind of secret that he did not want to talk about. All that was known about him was that he served in a hussar regiment, then resigned and began to live in this outback.
Nobody knew about his income or fortune, but he always set the table with champagne for the officers. For this, the servicemen turned a blind eye to Silvio’s mystery and noticed only his uncanny ability to hit the target with a pistol. He was respected for his experience and courage. Silvio's library was full of books on shooting techniques. Despite this, he never took part in army fights and answered all the officers’ questions about past fights evasively. Over time, everyone began to think that Silvio’s track record included some unfortunate victim of his unprecedented skill.
One day, during another party, something strange happened to Silvio. The officers of the stationed regiment, as usual, drank and played cards. He was asked to monitor players' recording errors and correct them. No one ever argued with him; everyone trusted him unconditionally. But this time there was one young officer in the game who had recently entered the service. Not knowing Silvio's habits, he declared that he was mistaken. Silvio did not react to this statement and continued to correct errors as he saw fit. The officer repeated his remark a second time, but it again remained unanswered.
Enraged by Silvio's silent persistence, he threw a shandal at him, but missed. The owner immediately drove this officer out of his house. Everyone hoped that Silvio would challenge the offender to a duel, and knowing his accuracy, no one doubted that the officer did not have long to live. However, the duel did not take place either the next day or after that. This had a significant impact on Silvio’s reputation among the officers, but he pretended that nothing had happened, and soon the incident was completely forgotten.
In those days, Silvio served in a hussar regiment and was very popular among his fellow soldiers. In all riots he was the first, his comrades adored him, and his regimental commanders respected him. One day, a new officer from a wealthy family and with a noble surname appeared in their regiment. He was handsome, smart, and always had money. Over time, this darling of fate managed to shake Silvio’s championship in the regiment. The hot-tempered officer could not bear this and decided to provoke the enemy into a duel. One day at a ball, the young people had a big quarrel, and Silvio received a slap in the face from his rival. Of course, there was a duel.
The next day, the offender appeared on her with a cap full of cherries. According to the lot, he was supposed to shoot first, but he just shot through Silvio’s cap and continued to enjoy his cherries. Silvio was so outraged by the officer’s arrogant indifference that he did not want to shoot. But his opponent was not at a loss even here. He said that Silvio could exercise his right to shoot any time he wanted. A lot of time has passed since then. He retired and lived in this provincial town, waiting for the right moment.
And the moment has finally arrived. In a letter he received news that this officer would soon marry a young and beautiful girl. Now Silvio wanted to check whether he would stand so indifferently at gunpoint before his own wedding. After sharing his story, Silvio said goodbye to the officer and left. A few years later, the narrator retired, and chance brought him together with a noble couple. The poor village in which he now lived was boring and cheerless, until a certain count and his wife settled on a neighboring estate.
One day the narrator decided to visit them and saw a strange picture in the living room, shot through by two bullets embedded in one another. The officer expressed his admiration for the successful shot and said that he knew one person capable of such an accurate hit on the target. When he mentioned the name of this shooter, the count and his wife were embarrassed. They also knew Silvio. As it turned out, this count was precisely his friend’s long-time offender. The count told the retired officer the continuation of the story, after which this bullet-ridden painting became a kind of masterpiece, reminiscent of his last meeting with Silvio.
And this meeting took place five years ago during the count’s honeymoon. Silvio came to visit him and reminded him that he owed him a favor, namely an unused shot. The Count became nervous because his wife might enter the living room. He suggested not to delay and get to the point quickly. According to the lot, he again shot first. He raised his gun and shot at a picture hanging on the wall. The noise from the shot frightened the young countess, and she ran into the room. When asked what was happening here, the count replied that he and his old friend were just joking, and then asked the hussar not to delay in returning the shot.
However, he did not shoot at the enemy, justifying his action by the fact that the fear and confusion in the count’s eyes was enough for him. As he was leaving, he, almost without aiming, shot at the same picture and hit it right in the bullet hole. Since then, no one has seen Silvio again. The narrator heard rumors that he died heroically in Greece during the uprising.
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Pushkin included this work in the cycle “Belkin’s Tales”, which collected a kind of sketches from the life of Russian society
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- Division of society into classes.
- The special place of the military class in the state.
- Complex relations between the “elite” and ordinary representatives of the military class.
The antagonism of relations between different layers of Russian officers formed the basis of this story.
The main character of the story witnessed a strange and very mysterious story, a brief retelling of which Pushkin put into his mouth.
Army regiment officers stationed in a remote outback, live a boring, monotonous life. In the morning - military exercises, then training in the arena (cavalry training). Evenings are spent mostly playing cards, with the inevitable punch. Even the arrival of a mail coach becomes an important event in the life of the regiment. The town next door is so poor and unprepossessing that you won’t find a single house in it open to guests.
But dull existence brightens up the retired hussar Silvio. This man arouses the keen interest of young cornets and second lieutenants. He is stern, reserved, has the gloomiest appearance, and many believe that behind his gloominess and evil tongue lies some terrible secret. Among other things, Silvio, with his obviously small income, keeps an “open” table for officers, where “champagne flows like a river.” The house of a retired hussar serves as a place where you can always gather and play “banchik,” a card game popular at that time, listen to different stories, or just pass the time.
It seemed that nothing could disturb the established rhythm and established atmosphere of friendship and goodwill. However, the newly arrived Lieutenant R*** had a strong quarrel with the owner over cards. In the heat of the moment, he insulted Silvio and he, barely restraining himself, showed him the door. “Dear sir, please come out and thank God that this happened in my house,” these were the words of the retired hussar. And they mentally said goodbye to the unlucky lieutenant: the duel was considered inevitable, and Silvio was known as an unsurpassed shooter.
The main character has repeatedly witnessed how skillfully Silvio controls the pistol. Perhaps this was the only passion of the retired hussar. The most valuable thing in his house was an excellent collection of weapons, and the walls were riddled with bullet holes. “The art he achieved was incredible, and if he had volunteered to shoot a pear off someone’s cap with a bullet, no one in our regiment would have hesitated to offer him their head.” The greater the surprise of those around him when neither this nor the following days the duel took place.
After this, Silvio’s authority in the eyes of the young officers of the regiment was greatly shaken. Among themselves they almost accused him of cowardice; I remembered that he always avoided talking about duels and fights. Previously, such reluctance was explained by some terrible secret: “we believed that some unfortunate victim of his terrible art lay on his conscience.” But what happened forced Silvio’s friends to interpret his actions differently.
Little by little, everything was forgotten, but the main character no longer had the same disposition towards Silvio. Being of a sublime and romantic nature, he could not forgive his recent idol for what he considered weakness. The retired hussar lost in his eyes the halo of a fearless raider and duelist, and the latter’s attempts to explain himself were unsuccessful. Their former trustees the relationship ended completely.
Some time later, Silvio received a letter that forced him to hastily leave. At the farewell party, he explained to the main character. It was not weakness or cowardice that forced him to leave the daring prank of the “drunken madman R***” unanswered. This strange gloomy man wanted to punish another offender, much more hateful. He spent six years in the wilderness, far from the society in which he once shone. And all these years, his only goal was to improve the art of shooting.
According to Silvio, he was once one of the first bullies and duelists among the hussars. His fame thundered throughout the army until Count B*** appeared in the regiment. A young man from high society, darling of fate, handsome, lucky and rich. The count wanted friendship with Silvio, but he, feeling a rival, greeted him rather coldly. However, this did not cause any regret for lucky B***. He increasingly gained popularity in the regiment and soon became equal to Silvio in it.
A clash between them became inevitable. Silvio himself provoked him. The duel took place with pistols, Count B***, who by lot fell to shoot first, pierced his opponent’s headdress and carelessly spat out cherry pits, looking straight into the barrel of his opponent’s pistol. And then Silvio conceived a cruel plan for future revenge. He did not take his shot, but postponed it. Seeing that his enemy did not value life at all, Silvio decided to wait. He retired and settled in a remote place...
The main character read the letter received by Silvio. It reported that the “famous person” would soon find happiness in marriage. Guessing that we were talking about Count B***, he excitedly watched Silvio’s behavior. The retired hussar was impatient. Having said goodbye, he left for Moscow.
Circumstances force the main character to retire. Having settled on the family estate, he spends his time in household chores and whiles away the long evenings alone. The arrival of eminent owners at the neighboring estate dispelled the drowsy state of the newly-minted landowner. Count and Countess B*** received their neighbor kindly. During a friendly conversation, the guest's attention is drawn to a painting. The canvas was shot through, and raised topic of art The shooting led the conversation to a discussion of famous virtuosos of this business. Eventually the main character mentioned Silvio's name.
Hearing this name, the count jumped out of his chair. The reason for such an emotional state became clear quite quickly - B*** turned out to be the same rake who fought a duel with Silvio. He told the story of the end of the fight.
Silvio came to him after the wedding. Now, Count B*** was no longer that careless rake who was not afraid to give up his life. He had something to treasure and something to lose. The beautiful wife who he loved immensely, was a witness to terrible events. Perhaps her plea touched Silvio's iron heart. The shot he fired was aimed at the picture, where a bullet from B***’s pistol had already entered. Having hit the same place almost without aiming, he left. And his last words were addressed to the count: “I saw your confusion, your timidity; I made you shoot at me, I've had enough. You will remember me. I commend you to your conscience."
Silvio's further fate is not known with certainty. According to some reports, he joined the Greek rebels and died in one of the battles for Greek independence.
Features of the work and its place in Russian literature
The plot of the story “Shot” was built by A.S. Pushkin in an adventure vein and consisted of two chapters, which concluded with a short epilogue. The content of the work and its main characters correlate with the novels of A. Marlinsky, a famous fiction writer at that time. However, unlike Marlinsky, Pushkin does not romanticize the image of a duelist. Another very important feature of the story “Shot” is the emphasis on the conflict between the elite of Russian officers and ordinary servants who pull the army’s burden.
A. S. Pushkin’s story “The Shot” has been republished many times and is still in demand by lovers of Russian classics. You can read this work or listen online on any literary resource on the Internet. study at the link.