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Stone flower content. Review of the fairy tale by P.P. Bazhov “The Stone Flower. What happened next

Stone flower content. Review of the fairy tale by P.P. Bazhov “The Stone Flower. What happened next

07.09.2020

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Date of creation: 1938.

Genre: skaz.

Subject: creative work.

Idea: the artist must be devoted to his vocation and constantly strive for perfection, but not at the cost of giving up love and earthly (real) life.

Issues. The clash of reality and the artist's desire for the ideal, the inner conflict of the artist, who belongs to the ordinary world and strives to comprehend perfect beauty.

Main heroes: Danila - master stone cutter; Prokopyich - the master who taught Danila; Katerina - Danila's bride; Mistress of Copper Mountain.

Plot. Prokopyich, the best malachite carver, had reached old age, and the master ordered that some little boy be assigned to him as an apprentice. But Prokopych did not need any students. He was annoyed by the stupid and incapable of stone work guys, he gave them pokes and cuffs and he tried to get rid of them.

But one day they imposed on him the orphan Danilka Nedokormysh, from whom neither a Cossack nor a shepherd turned out. For the loss of cows, he was flogged unconscious. He was cured by a healer. She told Danilka about the stone flower that grows near the Mistress of the Copper Mountain herself. She also said that it is better for a person not to see a stone flower, otherwise misfortunes will haunt him all his life.

After Danilka recovered, the clerk brought him to Prokopych. Say, you can teach an orphan at your own discretion, there is no one to intercede. And Danilka quickly showed ingenuity in stone-cutting business, his talent as an artist was soon discovered. Prokopyich became attached to Danilka, he had no children of his own, and he became this boy instead of a father.

A little time passed, the clerk checked, what Danilka had learned, and from that time Danilka's working life began. He worked and grew up. Danila grew up as a handsome guy, the girls looked at him.

Danila reached the status of a master, after he carved a bracelet in the form of a snake out of a whole stone. The clerk informed the master about Danila's skill. The master, in order to test the skill of the young master, ordered him to carve a malachite bowl according to the drawing, and ordered the clerk to ensure that Danila worked without the help of Prokopyich.

And the young master, for the period appointed by the master, completed the work in triplicate. After that, the master ordered him an intricate bowl, and did not limit the period of work. Danila began to work on the bowl, but he did not like it: there are many curls, but there is no beauty. The clerk allowed him to work on another bowl according to his plan.

But the young master did not come up with the necessary idea in any way. Danila became haggard, became sad, wandered through the forests and meadows in search of a flower from which he would carve his bowl, showed real beauty in stone. He settled on the Datura flower, but first, he decided, he needed to finish the master's cup.

Prokopyich decided that it was time for Danila to get married. You see, after marriage, all the whim will pass. It turned out that Katya, who lives next door, has long loved Danila. Just Danila completed work on the master's bowl. To celebrate this event, he invited the bride and the oldest masters. One of them told Danila about the stone flower, to see which is to comprehend the beauty of the real stone and disappear forever from the Mistress in the mountain masters.

Danila lost his peace, and not before his wedding. How to see the beauty in stone - that's what he cared about. Constantly he walked either in the meadows, or at the Snake Hill. Talk went that the guy's head is not quite right. And he kept tormenting himself in search of something inaccessible to others. So Danila liked the Mistress, he began to receive advice from her. However, no matter how good his work was, he did not see perfection in it and yearned.

Danila was convinced of his impotence to achieve the ideal and decided to play a wedding. Finally, he went to the Snake Hill, and there the Mistress met him. Danila began to beg her to reveal to him the beauty of the stone flower. The hostess warned him that he would lose the joy of the earth, only Danila lagged behind. She took him to a garden sparkling with stones... The young master had seen enough of his dream and was let go home by the Mistress, she did not hold him back.

And Katya called guests this evening. Danila had fun with everyone, and then sadness approached him. He returned home and broke the cup, his best work, and honored the master's order with a spit. And Danila the master left who knows where on the eve of the wedding.

They searched for him, but the search turned up nothing. They talked about him differently. Some people believed that he was mentally damaged and disappeared in the forest, while others said that the Mistress took him to her.

Review of the product. The meaning of the tale is philosophical. Striving for perfection is a positive trend in any area of human life, not only in creativity. But if the search for the ideal becomes similar to an obsession, deprives the joy of life, leads to depression, then it is, as they say, from the evil one.

Drawing by Natalia Talagaeva

STONES, STONES, STONES...

Bazhov is considered a recognized singer of stone placers. The stones in Bazhov's fairy tales are described so vividly that more than one generation is read by his books. So what kind of stones did the great storyteller talk about? How does the writer Bazhov describe precious stones?

AIKINIT (needle-ore) is the name given to bismuth sulfides of lead and copper PbCuBiS 3 . The stone was discovered in 1843 and was named after the English geologist Arthur Aikin. And earlier placers of wolframites along scheelite were called aikinite.

Our gold, gosh, is striped, lies in strips in the ground and is firmly chained in those strips. A little freer only in the veins, which cross those stripes. Our old people, as they later learned to pick out these transverse veins, left a note: “In which tourmaline glistens in the vein or green clay casts with the cornea, don’t expect gold there. But when it smells of sulfur either needlewort - ore she’ll go, whose name is aikonite, there, it may turn out, you’ll find a lump of ready-made gold. ” P.Bazhov, Golden dykes.

In belts in the old days, it is known, they kept the treasury. That's why, maybe, our mountain got the nickname. Only, of course, in such a belt of wealth can not be counted. Along this Belt of the earth, they say, a wide ribbon of decoration was made of expensive stones. There are all kinds, but more green and blue. emeralds, alexandrites, aquamarines, amethysts. P. Bazhov, Golden Flower Mountain

Mityukha got busy with juice here serpentine . Went over a lot. Well, I chose and did it with ingenuity. Sweat. P.Bazhov, Fragile twig

Recently, my friend the mountaineer boasted quartz pebbles with weak light. It's called piezo quartz. Dear, he says, a pebble, it is required for the radio. And I remember that I used wheelbarrows to carry such pebbles to dumps, because it was not cut into cutting and nobody needed it. P. Bazhov, Rudyanoy Pass

Then it was Sadyk's turn. He untied his bag and let's throw stones on the table, and he himself says: - Amazon-fireplace, Calumbit-fireplace, Labrador-fireplace ... P. Bazhov, Sun Stone

Well, maybe that also affected that the fashion for malachite has passed. This also happens in stone work: no one wants to look at the stone that grandfathers have been trying all their lives with their grandchildren. Only for churches and various palace decorations more eagle yes, they asked for jasper, and in the shops for stone handicrafts they traded cheap stuff at all. P. Bazhov, Iron tires

OFAT - Fragile twig

In a word, every berry has its own stone. For roots and leaves, too, there was an order: some of ofata, some from malachite or from an orlets and there also from some kind of stone. P.Bazhov, Fragile twig

Casket A Berkovskaya

LITERATURE. ... I dared, went down into the pit. There was no glass, but White stone — quartz. At the state-owned mine, Panteley had to fight with this stone. Get used to it. Knew how to take it. So he thinks: “Let me try. Maybe there really is gold here ”P. Bazhov, Serpent’s Trail

SOKOVINA - slag from copper smelting, in fact, not a stone.

Suddenly, some kind of female or girlish hand slipped through the window - with a ring on her finger and in her sleeve - and puts a large serpentine tile directly on Mityunka's machine: and on it, as on a tray, juice road. P.Bazhov, Fragile twig

The glass, of course, is heroic - taller than human height, much larger than a forty-bucket barrel. Made that glass of the best golden topaz and so finely and cleanly carved that there is nowhere further. P. Bazhov, Bogatyrev's gauntlet

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Information for parents: The Stone Flower is a long, magical tale by Pavel Petrovich Bazhov, a famous storyteller in Russia. In it, children learn about the master Prokopyich, who passed on his skill of stone carving to the orphan Danilka. Danilka became a good master. He grew up and decided to marry the girl Natasha. But the work set before him did not give him rest - a bowl with a stone flower pattern. He searched for him for a long time, until he met the Mistress of the Copper Mountain. The mysterious fairy tale "Stone Flower" will interest children aged 8 to 12, as well as their parents.

Read the fairy tale Stone Flower

Not only marbles were famous for the stone business. Also in our factories, they say, they had this skill. The only difference is that ours burned more with malachite, how it was enough, and the grade is not higher. It was from this that malachite was suitably made. Such, listen, little things that you wonder how it helped him.

There was a master Prokopyich at that time. First in these cases. Nobody could do better than him. Was in his old age.

So the master ordered the clerk to put the boy to this Prokopich for training.

- Let them take over everything to the subtlety.

Only Prokopyich - whether it was a pity for him to part with his skill, or something else - taught very badly. He has everything with a jerk and with a poke. He planted bumps all over the boy's head, almost cut off his ears, and said to the clerk:

- This one is not good ... His eye is incapable, his hand does not carry. It won't make sense.

The clerk, apparently, was ordered to please Prokopych.

- Not good, so not good ... We'll give another ... - And he will dress up another boy.

The children have heard about this science ... Early in the morning they roar, as if not to get to Prokopych. It is also not sweet for fathers-mothers to give their own children to wasteful flour - they began to shield their own, whoever they could. And then to say, this skill is unhealthy, with malachite. The poison is pure. This is where people are protected.

The clerk still remembers the master's order - he puts Prokopych students. He will wash the boy in his own way and hand him back to the clerk.

- This one is not good ... The clerk began to eat up:

- How long will it be? No good, no good, when will it be good? Learn it...

Prokopyich, know your own:

“I don’t… I’ll teach for ten years, but this kid will be of no use…”

- What else do you want?

- At least don’t bet me at all - I don’t miss it ...

So the clerk and Prokopich went through a lot of children, but there was only one sense: there were bumps on the head, and in the head - how to run away. They spoiled them on purpose so that Prokopyich would drive them away. And so it came to Danilka Nedokormysh. This boy was an orphan round. Years, go, then twelve, or even more. He is tall on his feet, and thin, thin, in which the soul rests. Well, with a clean face. Curly hair, dove eyes. First they took him to the Cossacks at the master's house: a snuffbox, a handkerchief, run where and so on. Only this orphan had no talent for such a thing. Other boys in such and such places curl like vines. A little something - on the hood: what do you order? And this Danilko will hide somewhere in the corner, stare with his eyes at some kind of picture, or even at an ornament, and he’s worth it. They shout at him, but he does not lead with his ear. They beat, of course, at first, then waved their hand:

- Blessed one! Slug! Such a good servant will not come out.

All the same, they didn’t give it to a factory job or uphill - the place is very liquid, it won’t be enough for a week. The clerk put him in the sheds. And then Danilko did not quite fit. The kid is exactly diligent, but everything comes out wrong with him. Everyone seems to be thinking about something. He stares at the blade of grass, and the cows are there! The affectionate old shepherd got caught, felt sorry for the orphan, and that time cursed:

- What will come out of you, Danilko? You will destroy yourself, and you will bring my old back under the fight. Where does it fit? What do you even think about?

- I myself, grandfather, I don’t know ... So ... about nothing ... I stared a little. The bug crawled along the leaf. She herself is blue, and from under her wings it looks yellowish, and the leaf is wide ... Along the edges, the teeth, like a frill, are curved. Here it shows darker, and the middle is green-green, they just painted it right now ... And the insect is crawling ...

- Well, aren't you a fool, Danilko? Is it your business to disassemble insects? She crawls - and crawl, and your job is to look after the cows. Look at me, throw this nonsense out of your head, or I'll tell the clerk!

One Danilushka was given. He learned to play the horn - where is the old man! Purely on what kind of music. In the evening, as the cows are driven in, the women-women ask:

- Play, Danilushko, a song.

He will start playing. And the songs are all unfamiliar. Either the forest is noisy, or the stream is murmuring, the birds are calling to all sorts of voices, but it comes out well. Very much for those songs, women began to welcome Danilushka. Who will fix the ponytails, who will cut off the canvas for onuchi, sew a new shirt. There is no talk about a piece - each strives to give more and sweeter. The old shepherd also liked Danilushkov's songs. It just got a little awkward here. Danilushko will start to play and forget everything, exactly and there are no cows. It was at this game that he got into trouble.

Danilushko, apparently, played too much, and the old man dozed off a little. How many cows they have fought off. As they began to collect pasture, they look - there is no one, there is no other. They rushed to look, but where are you. They grazed near Yelnichnaya ... The most wolf-like place here, deaf ... They found only one cow. They drove the herd home ... So and so - they cheated. Well, they also ran from the factory - they went on a search, but they didn’t find it.

The massacre then, it is known what it was. For any guilt, show your back. For sin, there was one more cow from the clerk's yard. Don't wait here at all. At first they stretched the old man, then it dawned on Danilushka, but he was thin and skinny. The master's executioner even misspoke.

“Someone,” he says, “would succumb at once, or even let his soul out.

He hit all the same - he did not regret it, but Danilushko is silent. His executioner is suddenly in a row - silent, the third - silent. The executioner here became furious, let's bald from the whole shoulder, and he himself shouts:

- What more patient turned up! Now I know where to put it, if it remains alive.

Danilushko did lie down. Grandmother Vikhorikha put him on his feet. There was, they say, such an old woman. Instead of a doctor in our factories, she was very famous. I knew the strength in herbs: one from the teeth, one from the strain, which from the ache ... Well, everything is as it is. She herself collected those herbs at the very time when which herb had full strength. She prepared tinctures from such herbs and roots, boiled decoctions and mixed with ointments.

Well Danilushka had a good time with this grandmother Vikhorikha. The old woman, listen, is affectionate and talkative, and herbs, and roots, and all sorts of flowers are dried and hung all over the hut. Danilushko is curious about herbs - what is the name of this one? where does it grow? what flower? The old woman tells him.

Once Danilushko asks:

“You, grandmother, do you know every flower in our area?”

“I won’t brag,” he says, “but everyone seems to know how open they are.

- But is it, - he asks, - are there not yet open ones?

- There are, - answers, - and such. Have you heard of Papor? It seems to bloom on Ivanov's day. That flower is magical. Treasures are opened to them. Harmful to humans. On the gap-grass, a flower is a running light. Catch him - and all the shutters are open for you. Vorovskoy is a flower. And then there is a stone flower. It seems to grow in a malachite mountain. On the snake festival, it has full power. Unfortunate is the person who sees the stone flower.

- What, grandmother, unfortunate?

- And this, child, I myself do not know. That's what they told me. Danilushko could have lived longer at Vikhorikha's, but the clerk's messengers noticed that the boy had begun to walk a little, and now to the clerk. The clerk Danilushka called and said:

- Go now to Prokopych - to learn the malachite business. The most work for you.

Well, what will you do? Danilushko went, but he is still shaking himself with the wind. Prokopyich looked at him and said:

- This was still lacking. For healthy boys, the local study is not strong enough, but with such a thing that you will seek - it is barely alive.

Prokopyich went to the clerk:

- You don't need that. If you accidentally kill you, you will have to answer.

Only the clerk - where are you going, did not listen:

- It is given to you - teach, do not argue! He - this boy - is strong. Don't look that thin.

- Well, it's up to you, - says Prokopyich, - it would be said. I will teach, if only they didn’t pull to the answer.

- There is no one to pull. This lonely boy, do what you want with him, - the clerk answers.

Prokopyich came home, and Danilushko was standing near the machine, looking at the malachite board. A notch is made on this board - to beat off the edge. Here Danilushko is staring at this place and shaking his little head. Prokopich was curious about what this new kid was looking at here. He asked sternly, according to his rule:

- What are you? Who asked you to take the craft in your hands? What are you looking at here? Danilushko and answers:

- In my opinion, grandfather, it is not necessary to beat off the edge from this side. Look, the pattern is here, and they will cut it off. Prokopyich shouted, of course:

- What? Who are you? Master? There were no hands, but you judge? What can you understand?

“I understand that this thing was spoiled,” Danilushko replies.

- Who messed it up? a? It's you, brat, to me - the first master! .. Yes, I'll show you such damage ... you won't live!

He made such a noise, shouted, but did not touch Danilushka with his finger. Prokopyich, you see, he himself was thinking over this board - from which side the edge should be cut. Danilushko hit the nail on the head with his conversation. Prokopyich shouted and said quite kindly:

- Well, you, the manifested master, show me how to do it in your opinion?

Danilushko began to show and tell:

- Here's the pattern. And it would be better - to let the plank narrower, beat off the edge along the open field, if only to leave a small lash on top.

Prokopych know shouting:

- Well, well ... How! You understand a lot. Accumulated - do not wake up! - And he thinks to himself: “The boy is right. From this, perhaps, there will be a sense. Just teach him how? Knock once - he will stretch his legs.

I thought so and asked:

“What kind of scientist are you?

Danilushko told about himself. Like an orphan. I don’t remember my mother, and I don’t even know who the father was. They call Danilka Nedokormysh, but I don’t know about that as a patronymic and father’s nickname. He told how he was in the household and why he was driven out, how then he went with the cow herd in the summer, how he got under the fight. Prokopych regretted:

“It’s not sweet, I see, you, boy, have been wondering how to live, and then you got to me. Our craftsmanship is strict.

Then, as if angry, he grumbled:

- Well, that's enough, that's enough! Look how talkative! With a tongue - not with hands - everyone would work. A whole evening of dances and balusters! Student too! I'll take a look tomorrow, what's your point. Sit down to dinner, and it's time for bed.

Prokopich lived alone. His wife died a long time ago. Old Mitrofanovna, one of the neighbors, kept housekeeping for him. In the mornings she went to cook, cook something, clean up in the hut, and in the evening Prokopyich himself managed what he needed.

Have eaten, Prokopych and says:

"Lie down on the bench over there!"

Danilushko took off his shoes, put his knapsack under his head, covered himself with a ponytail, shivered a little, - you see, it was cold in the hut in the autumn time, - nevertheless, he soon fell asleep. Prokopyich also lay down, but he could not fall asleep: all the talk about the malachite pattern from his head does not go. He tossed and turned, got up, lit a candle and even to the machine - let's try on this malachite board this way and that. He will close one edge, the other ... he will add a field, reduce it. He puts it like that, turns it on the other side, and everything turns out that the boy understood the pattern better.

- Here's the Underfeeder! Prokopych marvels. “Nothing else, nothing, but I pointed it out to the old master. Well, an eye! Well, an eye!

He went slowly into the closet, dragged out a pillow and a large sheepskin coat. He slipped a pillow under Danilushka's head, covered it with a sheepskin coat:

- Sleep, big-eyed!

And he didn’t wake up, turned only to the other side, stretched out under a sheepskin coat - it became warm for him, - and let's whistle softly with his nose. Prokopich didn’t have his own guys, this Danilushko fell to his heart. The master is standing, admiring, and Danilushko is whistling, sleeping peacefully. Prokopych's concern is how to put this boy on his feet properly, so that he is not so skinny and unhealthy.

- With his health to learn our skills. Dust, poison - will wither away. Let him rest first, get better, then I will teach. Sense, apparently, will be.

The next day he says to Danilushka:

- You will help with the housework first. This is the order I have. Understood? For the first time, go for viburnum. She was seized with inyami - just right she is now on pies. Yes, look, don't go too far. How much you get, that's fine. Take some bread, - eat in the forest, - and even go to Mitrofanovna. I told her to bake a couple of testicles for you and splash milk into the tuesochek. Understood?

The next day he says again:

When Danilushko caught and brought it, Prokopyich says:

- Okay, not at all. Catch others.

And so it went. For every day, Prokopyich gives Danilushka a job, but it's all fun. As soon as the snow fell, he ordered him and his neighbor to go for firewood - you can help de. Well, what help! He sits forward on a sleigh, drives a horse, and walks back behind a cart. Rinse like that, eat at home and sleep soundly. Prokopyich made a fur coat for him, a warm hat, mittens, pimas rolled up to order.

Prokopyich, you see, had plenty. Although he was a serf, he went to dues, earned a little. He stuck to Danilushka tightly. To put it bluntly, he held it for his son. Well, he didn’t feel sorry for him, but he didn’t let him do his work until the time was right.

In a good life, Danilushko quickly began to recover and clung to Prokopych too. Well, how! - I understood Prokopichev's concern, for the first time I had to live like that. The winter has passed. Danilushka became completely at ease. Now he is on the pond, then in the forest. Only Danilushko looked closely at the skill. He will run home, and now they have a conversation. The other will tell Prokopich and ask - what is it and how is it? Prokopyich will explain, in practice he will show. Danilushko notes. When he accepts:

“Well, I ...” Prokopyich looks, corrects when necessary, indicates how best.

One day the clerk spotted Danilushka on the pond. He asks his messengers:

- Whose boy is this? Which day I see him on the pond ... On weekdays he indulges with a fishing rod, and not a little one ... Someone hides him from work ...

The newsmen found out, they tell the clerk, but he does not believe.

- Well, - he says, - drag the boy to me, I'll find out myself.

They brought Danilushka. The teller asks:

— Whose are you? Danilushko and answers:

- In learning, they say, with a master in malachite business. The clerk then grab him by the ear:

“That’s how you learn, you bastard!” - Yes, by the ear and led me to Prokopych.

He sees - things are not right, let's shield Danilushka:

“It was I who sent him to catch perches. I really miss fresh perches. Due to my ill health, I can’t take any other food. So he ordered the boy to fish.

The clerk did not believe. He also realized that Danilushko had become completely different: he had recovered, he was wearing a good shirt, pants, too, and boots on his feet. So let's check Danilushka to do:

- Well, show me what the master taught you? Danilushko put on a cufflink, went up to the machine and let's tell and show. Whatever the clerk asks, he has an answer ready for everything. How to chip a stone, how to saw it, remove the chamfer, how to glue it together, how to put a polisher on it, how to put it on copper, like on a tree. In a word, everything is as it is.

The clerk tortured and tortured, and even says to Prokopych:

- This one seems to suit you?

- I'm not complaining, - Prokopyich answers.

- That's it, you don't complain, but you breed mischief! You gave him the skill to learn, and he is at the pond with a fishing rod! Look! I’ll let you have such fresh perches - you won’t forget to death, and the kid will become sad.

Threatened like that, left, and Prokopyich marvels:

- When did you, Danilushko, understand all this? Exactly I haven't taught you yet.

“He himself,” says Danilushko, “showed and told, and I noticed.

Prokopych even got tears in his eyes—it was so heartbreaking for him.

“Sonny,” he says, “dear, Danilushko ... What else do I know, I’ll reveal everything to you ... I won’t hide ...

Only from that time on Danilushka did not have a free life. The next day the clerk sent for him and began to give work for the lesson. First, of course, simpler things: plaques, what women wear, caskets. Then it went with a dot: candlesticks and decorations are different. There they reached the carving. Leaves and petals, patterns and flowers. After all, they - malachites - have a baggy business. A trifling thing, but how long he sits over it! So Danilushko grew up with this work.

And as he carved the sleeve - a snake made of solid stone, the clerk recognized him as a master at all. Barin wrote about this:

“So and so, a new malachite craftsman showed up with us - Danilko Nedokormysh. Works well, only in youth it is still quiet. Will you order him to be left in the classroom, or, like Prokopych, to be released for quitrent?

Danilushko worked not at all quietly, but surprisingly deftly and quickly. It’s Prokopyich who got the knack here. The clerk will ask Danilushka what lesson for five days, and Prokopyich will go and say:

— Not in force this. It takes half a month to do this job. The guy is learning. Hurry up - only a stone will uselessly exhaust.

Well, the clerk will argue how many days, and, you see, he will add days. Danilushko and worked without effort. I even learned to read and write slowly from the clerk. So, just a little, but still he understood literacy. Prokopych was good at this too. When he himself would get better, do the clerk's lessons for Danilushka, only Danilushko did not allow this:

- What you! What are you, uncle! Is it your business to sit at the machine for me!

Look, your beard has turned green from malachite, your health has begun to fail, but what is being done to me?

Danilushko actually recovered by that time. Although in the old fashioned way they called him Underfeeding, but what a he is! Tall and ruddy, curly and cheerful. In a word, girlish dryness. Prokopyich had already started talking to him about brides, and Danilushko, you know, was shaking his head:

- He won't leave us! If I become a real master, then there will be a conversation.

The master wrote to the clerk's message:

“Let that Prokopichev student Danilko make another chiseled bowl on a leg for my house. Then I'll have a look - let Ali go to quitrent or keep it in class. Just make sure that Prokopyich does not help Danilka. If you don’t look, you will be charged”

The clerk received this letter, called Danilushka and said:

“Here, you will work for me. The machine will be set up for you, the stone will be brought to you, what you need.

Prokopyich found out, became sad: how so? what's the thing? He went to the clerk, but would he say ... He only shouted:

"None of your business!"

Well, now Danilushko went to work in a new place, and Prokopyich punishes him:

- Don't be in a hurry, Danilushko! Don't expose yourself.

Danilushko was wary at first. He tried on and figured out more, but it seemed to him sadly. Do not do it, but serve your time - sit at the clerk's from morning till night. Well, Danilushko out of boredom and broke at full strength. The cup is in his living hand and went out of business. The clerk looked as if it was necessary, and said:

- Do the same!

Danilushko made another, then a third. When he had finished the third, the clerk said:

"Now you can't be sure!" I caught you and Prokopich. The master, according to my letter, gave you a time limit for one bowl, and you carved three. I know your strength. You can't fool me anymore, but I'll show that old dog how to indulge! Will order others!

So he wrote to the master about this and provided all three bowls. Only the gentleman - either he found a clever verse on him, or he was angry with the clerk for what - turned everything as it is on the contrary.

Danilushka appointed a trifling dues, did not order the guy from Prokopych to take - maybe the two of them will come up with something new sooner. When writing, he sent a drawing. There, too, a bowl is drawn with all sorts of things. There is a carved border along the rim, a stone ribbon with a through pattern on the belt, leaves on the footrest. In a word, invented. And on the drawing, the master signed: “Let him sit for at least five years, but so that this is exactly done”

Here the clerk had to retreat from his word. He announced that the master had written, let Danilushka go to Prokopyich and handed over the drawing.

Danilushko and Prokopych cheered up, and their work went faster. Danilushko soon set to work on that new bowl. There are many tricks in it. Hit a little wrong - lost work, start again. Well, Danilushka has a faithful eye, a bold hand, enough strength - things are going well. One thing he does not like - there are many difficulties, but there is exactly no beauty at all. He spoke to Prokopyich, but he was only surprised:

- What do you want? They figured it out, so they need it. You never know, I carved and cut out all sorts of things, but I really don’t know where they are.

I tried to talk to the clerk, so where are you going. He stamped his feet, waved his hands:

- Are you crazy? A lot of money was paid for the drawing. An artist, maybe he was the first to make it in the capital, and you invented talking!

Then, apparently, he remembered that the master ordered him, - will they not invent something new together, - and he says:

- You're like this ... make this bowl according to the master's drawing, and if you invent another one of your own, it's your business. I won't interfere. We have enough stone. What you need - such and ladies.

Here Danilushka thought and sunk. We didn’t say - you need to curse someone else’s wisdom a little, but to come up with your own - you’ll turn from side to side for more than one night.

Here Danilushko is sitting over this bowl according to the drawing, while he himself is thinking about something else. He translates in his head which flower, which leaf suits the malachite stone better. He became thoughtful, unhappy. Prokopych remarked and asked:

— Are you healthy, Danilushko? It would be easier with this bowl. Where to hurry?

I would go for a walk somewhere, otherwise you just sit and sit.

- And then, - says Danilushko, - at least go to the forest. Can't see what I need.

From that time on, I began to run into the forest almost every day. The time is just slanting, berry. The grasses are all in bloom. Danilushko will stop somewhere on the mowing or in a clearing in the forest and stands, looks. And then again he walks along the mowing and looks at the grass, as if he is looking for something. There were a lot of people in the forest and on the meadows at that time. They ask Danilushka - have you lost anything? He will smile that way sadly and say:

“I haven’t lost it, but I can’t find it. Well, who were talking:

- Bad guy.

And he will come home and immediately to the machine, and sit until the morning, and with the sun again into the forest and to the mowing. I began to drag all sorts of leaves and flowers home, and eat more and more of them: cheremitsa and omeg, dope and wild rosemary, and all sorts of cutters.

He slept off his face, his eyes became restless, he lost his courage in his hands. Prokopyich became completely worried, and Danilushko said:

- The cup does not give me peace. I want to do it in such a way that the stone has full strength.

Prokopyich, let's dissuade:

What did she give you? Satisfied after all, what else? Let the bars have fun as they please. We just wouldn't get hurt. They will come up with a pattern - we will do it, but why should they climb towards them? Put on an extra collar - that's all.

Well, Danilushko stands his ground.

- Not for the master, - he says, - I try. I can't get that bowl out of my head. I see, come on, what kind of stone do we have, and what are we doing with it? We sharpen, but we cut, but we direct the fielder and do not need it at all. So I had a desire to do so, in order to see the full power of the stone myself and show people.

Danilushko departed in time, sat down again at that bowl, according to the master's drawing. Works, but he laughs:

- A stone ribbon with holes, a carved border ... Then he suddenly abandoned this work. Another started. Without a break at the machine stands. Prokopichu said:

“I will make my own cup using the Datura flower. Prokopyich began to dissuade. At first Danilushko didn't even want to listen, then, after three or four days, he made some kind of mistake, and says to Prokopych:

- OK. First, I’ll finish the master’s cup, then I’ll take up mine. Only you don’t dissuade me then ... I can’t get her out of my head.

Prokopich says:

- Okay, I won’t interfere, - but he himself thinks: “The guy is leaving, he will forget. You need to marry him. That's what! Extra nonsense will fly out of my head as soon as I start a family.

Danilushko took up the bowl. There is a lot of work in it - you can’t fit it in one year. He works hard, he doesn’t remember about the Datura flower. Prokopyich began talking about marriage:

- Here at least Katya Letemina - why not a bride? A good girl ... There is nothing to blame.

This Prokopyich spoke from his mind. He, you see, had noticed for a long time that Danilushko was looking at this girl strongly. Well, she didn't turn away. Here Prokopyich, as if inadvertently, started a conversation. And Danilushko repeats his own:

- Wait a minute! I'll manage with a cup. I'm tired of her. Togo and look - I'll hit with a hammer, and he's talking about marriage! We agreed with Katya. She will wait for me.

Well, Danilushko made a bowl according to the master's drawing. The clerk, of course, was not told, but at home they came up with a little party. Katya - the bride - came with her parents, and some more ... from the masters of malachite more. Katya marvels at the bowl.

“How,” he says, “only you managed to cut such a pattern and didn’t break the stone anywhere!” How smooth and clean everything is!

Masters also approve:

- Exactly according to the drawing. Nothing to complain about. Cleanly done. Better not to, and soon. So you’ll start working - perhaps it’s hard for us to reach out for you.

Danilushko listened, listened and said:

- It's a shame that there is nothing to reproach. Smooth and even, the pattern is clean, the carving is according to the drawing, but where is the beauty? There is a flower ... the most inferior one, but looking at it - the heart rejoices. Well, who will please this cup? What is she on? Whoever looks, everyone, like Katenka, will marvel at what kind of eye and hand the master has, how he had the patience not to break off a stone anywhere.

“And where I blundered,” the masters laugh, “there I glued it and covered it with a polarizer, and you won’t find the ends.”

- That's it ... And where, I ask, is the beauty of the stone? Here the vein has passed, and you drill holes on it and cut flowers. What are they here for? Corruption is a stone. And what a stone! First stone! You see, the first! Began to get hot. I drank a little, apparently. The masters tell Danilushka that Prokopyich told him more than once:

- A stone is a stone. What will you do with it? Our job is to sharpen and cut.

There was only one old man there. He also taught Prokopyich and those other masters! Everyone called him grandfather. A completely dilapidated old man, but he also understood this conversation and says to Danilushka:

- You, dear son, do not walk on this floorboard! Get out of your head! And then you will get to the Mistress in the mountain master ...

- What masters, grandfather?

“And such people… live in grief, no one sees them… Whatever the Mistress needs, they will do.” I happened to see it once. Here's the job! From ours, from the local, excellent.

Everyone became curious. They ask - what kind of crafts did you see.

- Yes, a snake, - he says, - the same one that you sharpen on your sleeve.

- So what? What is she?

- From the local, I say, excellent. Any master will see, immediately recognize - not local work. Our snake, no matter how cleanly carved, is made of stone, but here it is alive. The backbone is black, the eyes ... Just look - it will bite. Them after all! They saw a stone flower, they understood beauty.

Danilushko, when he heard about the stone flower, let's ask the old man. He honestly said:

I don't know, dear son. I heard that there is such a flower. Our brother cannot see it. Whoever looks, the white light will not be nice.

Danilushko says to this:

- I would take a look.

Here Katenka, his bride, fluttered:

- What are you, what are you, Danilushko! Are you tired of white light? - Yes, in tears.

Prokopyich and other masters have noticed the matter, let's laugh at the old master:

- To survive from the mind, grandfather, began. You tell stories. You're leading the guy astray.

The old man got excited, banged on the table:

— There is such a flower! The guy speaks the truth: we do not understand stone. Beauty is shown in that flower. Masters laugh:

- He took a sip, grandfather, a surplus! And he is his:

— There is a stone flower!

The guests dispersed, but Danilushka's head can't get that conversation out of his head. Again he began to run into the forest and walk near his dope flower, and does not remember about the wedding. Prokopyich began to compel:

- Why are you embarrassing the girl? What year will she walk in brides? Wait for it - they will laugh at her. Few caretakers?

Danilushko is one of his own:

- Wait a little! I’ll just think of a suitable stone

And he got into the habit of a copper mine - on Gumeshki something. When he goes down into the mine, he will go around the faces, when he sorts out the stones at the top. Once he somehow turned the stone, looked at it and said:

- No, not that one...

As soon as he said it, someone says it;

“Look elsewhere… by the Snake Hill.”

Danilushko looks - no one is there. Who would it? They are joking or something ... As if there is nowhere to hide. He looked around again, went home, and after him again:

— Hear, Danilo-master? At the Snake Hill, I say.

Danilushko looked around - some kind of woman was barely visible, like blue fog. Then nothing happened.

“What,” he thinks, “for a thing? Really herself? And what if you go to the Serpentine something?

Danilushko knew Snake Hill well. She was right there, not far from Gumeshki. Now it’s gone, they’ve dug it all away a long time ago, but before they took a stone from above.

The next day Danilushko went there. The hill is small, but steep. On the one hand, it’s completely cut off. The looker here is top notch. All layers are visible, there is nowhere better.

Danilushko approached this spectator, and here the malachitin was turned out. A large stone - you can’t carry it away on your hands, and it’s as if it’s trimmed like a bush. Danilushko began to examine this find. Everything is as he needs: the color is thicker from below, the veins are in the very places where it is required ... Well, everything is as it is ... Danilushko was delighted, quickly ran after the horse, brought the stone home, says to Prokopych:

“Look, what a stone! Exactly on purpose for my work. Now I'll do it live. Then get married. It's true, Katenka was waiting for me. Yes, it's not easy for me either. This is the only job that keeps me going. Better finish it!

Well, Danilushko set to work on that stone. He knows neither day nor night. And Prokopych is silent. Maybe the guy will calm down, like a hunt. The work is moving along. Finished the bottom of the stone. As it is, listen, dope bush. The leaves are wide in a bunch, teeth, veins - everything could not have been better, Prokopyich says even then - a living flower, at least touch it with your hand. Well, as soon as I got to the top, it started pounding. The stalk has been carved, the side leaves are thin - as soon as they hold on! A cup, like a dope flower, or else ... He became not alive and lost his beauty. Danilushko lost his sleep here. He sits over this bowl of his own, thinks out how to fix it, it’s better to do it. Prokopyich and other masters, who came to look, marvel - what else does a guy need? The cup came out - no one did this, but he was not okay. The guy is smart, he needs to be treated. Katenka hears what people are saying - she began to cry. This brought Danilushka to his senses.

“Okay,” he says, “I won’t do it again. It can be seen that I can’t rise higher, I can’t catch the power of the stone. - And let's hurry up with the wedding.

Well, why hurry, if the bride has long ago everything is ready. They set a day. Danilushko cheered up. I told the clerk about the cup. He came running, looking - what a thing! I wanted to send this bowl to the master now, but Danilushko says:

“Wait a little, there is a finishing touch.

It was autumn time. Just around the Serpentine Festival, the wedding took place. By the way, someone mentioned this - soon the snakes will all gather in one place. Danilushko took note of these words. I remembered again the talk about the malachite flower. So he was drawn: “Shouldn’t I go to the Snake Hill for the last time? Do I recognize something there? - and he remembered about the stone: “After all, it was as laid! And the voice in the mine… was talking about the Snake Hill.”

So Danilushko went! The earth then began to freeze slightly, the snow was powdering. Danilushko went up to the crook, where he took the stone, looking, and in that place there was a large pothole, as if the stone had been broken. Danilushko did not think about who broke this stone, he went into the pothole. “I’ll sit,” he thinks, “I’ll rest with the wind. It's warmer here." He looks - at one wall there is a gray stone, like a chair. Danilushko sat down here, thought, looked at the ground, and all that stone flower did not come out of his head. "That would be a look!" Only suddenly it became warm, exactly summer returned. Danilushko raised his head, and opposite, at the other wall, sits the Hostess of the Copper Mountain. By beauty, and by the dress of malachite, Danilushko immediately recognized her. He only thinks:

“Maybe it seems to me, but in reality there is no one.” He sits - is silent, looks at the place where the Mistress is, and as if he sees nothing. She, too, is silent, as if thoughtful. Then he asks:

- Well, Danilo-master, your dope bowl did not come out?

“She didn’t,” she replies.

- Don't hang your head! Try another. The stone will be for you, according to your thoughts.

“No,” he replies, “I can’t take it anymore. The whole is exhausted, it does not come out. Show me the stone flower.

- To show something, - he says, - simply, but then you will regret it.

- Won't you let go of the mountain?

"Why won't I let go!" The road is open, but only toss and turn to me.

- Show me, do me a favor! She also persuaded him:

“Maybe you can try to do it yourself!”

She also mentioned Prokopych:

He de pity you, now it's your turn to pity him. - She reminded me of the bride: - The girl does not have a soul in you, but you look to the side.

“I know,” shouts Danilushko, “but without a flower I have no life.” Show me!

- When so, - he says, - let's go, Danilo-master, to my garden.

She said and got up. Here something rustled like earthen scree. Danilushko looks, but there are no walls. The trees stand tall, but not like those in our forests, but made of stone. Some are marble, some are made of serpentine-stone… Well, all sorts… Only living ones, with branches, with leaves. They sway in the wind and give a golk, like someone throws up pebbles. Below the grass, also stone. Azure, red ... different ... The sun is not visible, but it is light, like before sunset. Between the trees, golden snakes flutter as if they are dancing. Light comes from them.

And then that girl Danilushka led to a large clearing. The earth here is like simple clay, and along it the bushes are black, like velvet. On these bushes there are large green malachite bells and in each an antimony star. The fire bees above those flowers sparkle, and the stars tinkle subtly, sing evenly.

- Well, Danilo-master, have a look? - asks the Mistress.

“You won’t find,” Danilushko answers, “a stone to do something like that.”

- If you yourself came up with, would give you such a stone, now I can’t.

She said and waved her hand. Again there was a noise, and Danilushko found himself on the same stone, in this pit. The wind is howling. Well, you know, it's autumn.

Danilushko came home, and that day the bride had a party. At first, Danilushko showed himself cheerful - he sang songs, danced, and then became clouded. The bride was even scared:

- What happened to you? Exactly at the funeral you! And he says:

- The head was broken. The eyes are black with green and red. I don't see the world.

This is where the party ended. According to the ceremony, the bride and her bridesmaids went to see off the groom. And how many roads, if through the house or through two lived. Here Katya says:

- Come on, girls, around. We will reach the end along our street, and we will return along Yelanskaya.

He thinks to himself: “If he blows Danilushka with the wind, won’t he feel better.”

What about girlfriends. Happy - happy.

- And then, - they shout, - it is necessary to carry out. He lives very close - they didn’t sing a farewell song to him kindly at all.

The night was quiet and the snow was falling. It's the best time for a walk. So they went. The bride and groom are in front, and the bridesmaids with the bachelor who was at the party are a little behind. The girls brought this farewell song. And she sings long and plaintively, purely for the dead.

Katenka sees that this is completely useless: “I don’t have a happy Danilushko, and they also came up with lamentations to sing.”

He tries to take Danilushka to other thoughts. He started to talk, but soon became sad again. Katenkina's girlfriends, meanwhile, had finished the farewell party, and began to have fun. They laugh and run around, and Danilushko walks, hanging his head. No matter how hard Katenka tries, she cannot cheer. And so we got to the house. Girlfriends with a bachelor began to disperse - to whom where, and Danilushko, without a ceremony, saw off his bride and went home.

Prokopych had been asleep for a long time. Danilushko slowly lit the fire, dragged his bowls into the middle of the hut and stood looking at them. At this time, Prokopych began to cough. And so it breaks. He, you see, by those years became completely unhealthy. With this cough, Danilushka was stabbed to the heart like a knife. I remember my whole life. He felt very sorry for the old man. But Prokopyich cleared his throat and asked:

What are you doing with the bowls?

- Yes, I’m looking, isn’t it time to hand over?

- It's been a long time, - he says, - it's time. They just take up space. You can't do better anyway.

Well, we talked a little more, then Prokopyich fell asleep again. And Danilushko lay down, only he had no sleep and no. He tossed and turned, got up again, lit the fire, looked at the bowls, went up to Prokopyich. He stood here over the old man, sighed ...

Then he took a balodka and gasped at the Datura flower - it only made him cringe. And that bowl, - according to the master's drawing, - did not move! He spat only in the middle and ran out. Since then, Danilushka could not be found.

Who said that he had made up his mind, disappeared into the forest, and who again said that the Mistress took him to be a mountain master.

Not only marbles were famous for the stone business. Also in our factories, they say, they had this skill. The only difference is that ours burned more with malachite, as it was enough, and the grade is not higher. It was from this that malachite was suitably made. Such, listen, little things that you wonder how it helped him. There was a master Prokopyich at that time. First in these cases. Nobody could do better than him. Was in his old age.

So the master ordered the clerk to put the boy to this Prokopich for training.

Let them take over everything to the subtlety.

Only Prokopyich, whether it was a pity for him to part with his skill, or something else, taught very badly. He has everything with a jerk and with a poke. He planted bumps all over the boy's head, almost cut off his ears, and said to the clerk:

This one is not good ... His eye is incapable, his hand does not carry. It won't make sense.

The clerk, apparently, was ordered to please Prokopych.

Not good, so not good ... We'll give another ... - And he will dress up another boy.

The clerk still remembers the master's order - he puts Prokopych students. He will wash the boy in his own way and hand him back to the clerk.

This one is not good ... The clerk began to eat up:

How long will it be? No good, no good, when will it be good? Learn it...

Prokopyich, know your own:

What do I… Even if I’m going to teach for ten years, this kid won’t be of any use…

What else do you want?

Even though I don’t bet at all, I don’t miss it ...

And so the clerk and Prokopych went over a lot of children, but there was only one sense: there were bumps on the head, and in the head - how to run away. They spoiled them on purpose so that Prokopyich would drive them away. And so it came to Danilka Nedokormysh. This boy was an orphan round. Years, go, then twelve, or even more. He is tall on his feet, and thin, thin, in which the soul rests. Well, with a clean face. Curly hair, dove eyes. First they took him to the Cossacks at the master's house: a snuffbox, a handkerchief, run where and so on. Only this orphan had no talent for such a thing. Other boys in such and such places curl like vines. A little something - on the hood: what do you order? And this Danilko will hide somewhere in the corner, stare with his eyes at some picture, or at the decoration, and he’s worth it. They shout at him, but he does not lead with his ear. They beat, of course, at first, then waved their hand:

Blessed one! Slug! Such a good servant will not come out.

All the same, they didn’t give it to a factory job or uphill - the place is very liquid, it won’t be enough for a week. The clerk put him in the sheds. And then Danilko did not come at all well. The kid is exactly diligent, but everything comes out wrong with him. Everyone seems to be thinking about something. He stares at the blade of grass, and the cows are there! The affectionate old shepherd got caught, felt sorry for the orphan, and that time cursed:

What will come out of you, Danilko? You will destroy yourself, and you will bring my old back under the fight. Where does it fit? What do you even think about?

I myself, grandfather, I don’t know ... So ... about nothing ... I stared a little. The bug crawled along the leaf. She herself is blue, and from under her wings she looks yellowish, and the leaf is wide ... Along the edges, the teeth, like a frill, are curved. Here it shows darker, and the middle is green-pregreen, they just painted it right now ... And the insect is crawling ...

Well, aren't you a fool, Danilko? Is it your business to disassemble insects? She crawls - and crawl, and your job is to look after the cows. Look at me, throw this nonsense out of your head, or I'll tell the clerk!

One Danilushka was given. He learned to play the horn - where is the old man! Purely on what kind of music. In the evening, as the cows are driven in, the women-women ask:

Play, Danilushko, a song.

Danilushko, apparently, played too much, and the old man dozed off a little. How many cows they have fought off. As they began to gather for pasture, they look - there is no one, there is no other. They rushed to look, but where are you. They grazed near Yelnichnaya ... The most here is a wolf's place, deaf ... Only one cow was found. They drove the herd home ... So and so - they cheated. Well, they also ran from the factory - they went on a search, but they didn’t find it.

Somebody, - he says, - at one time will sob, or even let his soul out.

He hit all the same - he did not regret it, but Danilushko is silent. His executioner suddenly in a row - is silent, the third - is silent. The executioner here became furious, let's bald from the whole shoulder, and he himself shouts:

What more patient was found! Now I know where to put it, if it remains alive.

Have eaten, Prokopych and says:

Lie down on the bench over there!

Danilushko took off his shoes, put his knapsack under his head, covered himself with a ponytail, shivered a little, - you see, it was cold in the hut in the autumn time, - nevertheless, he soon fell asleep. Prokopyich also lay down, but he could not sleep: he kept talking about the malachite pattern from his head. He tossed and turned, got up, lit a candle and to the machine - let's try on this malachite board this way and that. He will close one edge, the other ... he will add a field, reduce it. So he puts it, turns it on the other side, and everything turns out that the boy understood the pattern better.

Here's to you and Nedokormyshek! Prokopych marvels. “Nothing else, nothing, but I pointed it out to the old master. Well, an eye! Well, an eye!

He went quietly into the closet, dragged out a pillow and a large sheepskin coat. He slipped a pillow under Danilushka's head, covered it with a sheepskin coat:

Sleep, eyes!

But he didn’t wake up, turned only on the other side, stretched out under a sheepskin coat - it became warm for him, - and let's whistle softly with his nose. Prokopich didn’t have his own guys, this Danilushko fell to his heart. The master is standing, admiring, and Danilushko is whistling, sleeping peacefully. Prokopych's concern is how to put this boy on his feet properly, so that he is not so skinny and unhealthy.

Prokopych even got tears in his eyes—it was so heartbreaking for him.

Son, - he says, - dear, Danilushko ... What else do I know, I will reveal everything to you ... I won’t hide ...

And as he carved the sleeve - a snake made of solid stone, the clerk recognized him as a master at all. Barin wrote about this:

“So and so, a new malachite craftsman showed up with us - Danilko Nedokormysh. Works well, only in youth it is still quiet. Will you order him to be left at the lessons, or, like Prokopych, to be released for quitrent?

This is not in force. It takes half a month to do this job. The guy is learning. Hurry up - only a stone will uselessly exhaust.

What you! What are you, uncle! Is it your business to sit at the machine for me!

Look, your beard has turned green from malachite, your health has begun to fail, but what is being done to me?

Danilushka appointed a trifling dues, did not order the guy from Prokopich to take - maybe the two of them would come up with something new sooner. I sent a drawing when I wrote. There, too, a bowl is drawn with all sorts of things. There is a carved border along the rim, a stone ribbon with a through pattern on the belt, leaves on the footrest. In a word, invented. And on the drawing, the master signed: “Let him sit for at least five years, but for this to be exactly done”

Here the clerk had to retreat from his word. He announced that the master had written, let Danilushka go to Prokopych and gave the drawing.

Danilushko approached this gazer, and here the malachitin was turned out. A large stone - you can’t carry it away on your hands, and it’s as if it’s trimmed like a bush. Danilushko began to examine this find. Everything is as he needs: thicker from below, veins in the very places where it is required ... Well, everything is as it is ... Danilushko was delighted, quickly ran after the horse, brought the stone home, says to Prokopych:

Look, what a stone! Exactly on purpose for my work. Now I'll do it live. Then get married. It's true, Katenka was waiting for me. Yes, it's not easy for me either. This is the only job that keeps me going. I'd rather finish it!

Well, Danilushko set to work on that stone. He knows neither day nor night. And Prokopych is silent. Maybe the guy will calm down, like a hunt. The work is moving along. Finished the bottom of the stone. As it is, listen, dope bush. The leaves are wide in a bunch, teeth, veins - everything could not have been better, Prokopyich says even then - a living flower, at least touch it with your hand. Well, as soon as I reached the top, it started pounding. The stalk has been carved, the side leaves are thin - as soon as they hold on! A cup, like a dope flower, or else ... He became not alive and lost his beauty. Danilushko lost his sleep here. He sits over this bowl of his own, thinks out how to fix it, it’s better to do it. Prokopyich and other craftsmen, who came to have a look, wonder - what else does a guy need? The cup came out - no one did this, but he was not okay. The guy is smart, he needs to be treated. Katenka hears what people are saying, and she began to cry. This brought Danilushka to his senses.

Okay, - he says, - I won't do it anymore. It can be seen that I can’t rise higher, I can’t catch the power of the stone. - And let's hurry up with the wedding.

Wait a little, there is a finishing touch.

It was autumn time. Just around the Serpentine Festival, the wedding took place. By the way, someone mentioned this - soon the snakes will all gather in one place. Danilushko took note of these words. I remembered again the talk about the malachite flower. So he was drawn: “Shouldn’t I go to the Snake Hill for the last time? Do I recognize something there?” - and he remembered about the stone: “After all, how laid it was! And the voice in the mine… was talking about the Snake Hill.”

So Danilushko went! The earth then began to freeze slightly, the snow was powdering. Danilushko went up to the crook where he took the stone, looking, and in that place there was a large pothole, as if the stone had been broken. Danilushko did not think about who was breaking the stone, he went into the pothole. “I’ll sit,” he thinks, “I’ll rest with the wind. It's warmer here." He looks - at one wall there is a gray stone, like a chair. Danilushko sat down here, thought, looked at the ground, and that stone flower never left his head. “That would be a look!” Only suddenly it became warm, exactly summer returned. Danilushko raised his head, and opposite, at the other wall, sits the Hostess of the Copper Mountain. By beauty, and by her malachite dress, Danilushko immediately recognized her. He only thinks:

Well, Danilo-master, didn't your dope bowl come out?

She didn't come out, she replied.

And don't hang your head! Try another. The stone will be for you, according to your thoughts.

No, he replies, I can't. The whole is exhausted, it does not come out. Show me the stone flower.

To show something, - he says, - is simple, but then you will regret it.

Will you let go of the mountain?

Why won't I let go! The road is open, but only toss and turn to me.

Show me, do me a favor! She also persuaded him:

Maybe you can try to make it yourself! - She also mentioned Prokopych: -

He de pity you, now it's your turn to pity him. - She reminded me of the bride: - The girl does not have a soul in you, but you look to the side.

I know, - shouts Danilushko, - but without a flower I have no life. Show me!

When so, - he says, - let's go, Danilo-master, to my garden.

And then that girl Danilushka led to a large clearing. The earth here is like simple clay, and on it the bushes are black as velvet. On these bushes there are large green malachite bells and in each an antimony star. The fiery bees above those flowers sparkle, and the stars tinkle subtly, sing evenly.

Well, Danilo-master, have a look? the Mistress asks.

You will not find, - Danilushko answers, - a stone to do this.

If only you had come up with it yourself, I would have given you such a stone, now I can’t. -

She said and waved her hand. Again there was a noise, and Danilushko found himself on the same stone, in this pit. The wind is howling. Well, you know, it's autumn.

Then he took a balodka and gasped at the Datura flower - it only shrunk. And that bowl, - according to the master's drawing, - did not move! He spat only in the middle and ran out. Since then, Danilushka could not be found.

Who said that he had made up his mind, perished in the forest, and who again said that the Mistress took him to be a mountain master.

One day a talented student appeared at an old malachite carver. The old man rejoiced at his abilities, the clerk rejoiced at the flawlessly done work, and the master began to trust the most expensive orders. The young master would live and live, but he became sad and often went uphill. Everyone was looking for an unusual stone flower in order to comprehend the very essence of beauty and harmony. He achieved his goal - he met the Mistress of the Mountain, and saw a stone flower. To your own misfortune.

The meaning of the story

The story tells about a talented young master Danil, who perfectly mastered the craft of a malachite carver, but this was not enough for him. His soul yearned for a unique knowledge, for the sake of which he gave up ordinary earthly life.

The old master Prokopyich did not need students, and he dared everyone from himself, considering them unsuitable for the malachite business. But one day a boy was imposed on him, who quickly showed amazing talent and ingenuity. The meeting with Prokopich was a happy turn of fate for Danilka: in his person he found both a generous teacher and a caring father.

Danilka had everything: abilities, diligence, and universal recognition of his skill, and even fame. He lived calmly and satisfactorily, for work he had all the necessary tools and the best stone. Betrothed himself to wife good girl Katerina. But he was not happy.

Any finished work seemed to him insufficiently virtuoso, not inspiring, not real. He believed that there was something in the world that would allow him one day to revive his dream. These thoughts of his were whipped up by the gloomy stories of the villagers about the existence of the Mistress of the Copper Mountain and the unknown Stone Flower. Danilko really wanted to look at this flower in order to reproduce it in stone.

He began to disappear from home more and more often. Fellow villagers constantly saw him either in the fields, or in the meadows, or near an abandoned mine near the Snake Hill. They began to say that the boy had gone crazy, and they were not far from the truth. Just some kind of obsession led Danilka. He seemed to be looking for a treasure that no one else could find. And the mistress of the Copper Mountain always looks closely at such, she began to give hints to the master. But the better his work began to turn out with her help, the more he began to yearn for an unattainable ideal.

No precautions helped. Even the warnings of the Mistress herself did not stop him. She showed the master a stone flower. And he could not resist this craving. On the night before his marriage, he smashed his best job(now he saw all her shortcomings) and disappeared in an unknown direction...

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