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Test in literature Tosca (A.P. Chekhov) for 9th grade students. The test consists of two options, in each option there are 5 tasks with a short answer and 3 general assignments with a detailed answer.
To whom shall we sing my sorrow?
Evening twilight. Large wet snow swirls lazily around freshly lit lanterns and lies in a thin, soft layer on roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, hats. The driver, Ion Potapov, is all white as a ghost. He is bent as far as it is possible for a living body to bend, sits on the goats and does not move. If a whole snowdrift had fallen on him, then even then, it seems, he would not have found it necessary to shake off the snow from himself ... His horse is also white and motionless. With its immobility, angularity of forms and stick-like straightness of legs, even close up, it looks like a penny gingerbread horse. She is probably lost in thought. Whoever was torn away from the plow, from the usual gray pictures and thrown here into this pool full of monstrous fires, restless crackling and running people, one cannot but think about it ...
Jonah and his horse have not moved for a long time. They left the yard before dinner, but there was still no initiative. But then the evening mist descends on the city. The pallor of street lamps gives way to vibrant color, and the bustle of the streets grows noisier.
— The driver, to Vyborgskaya! Jonah hears. — The driver!
Jonah shudders and through his eyelashes covered with snow sees a military man in a hooded overcoat.
— To Vyborgskaya! repeats the soldier. - Are you sleeping, or what? To Vyborg!
As a sign of agreement, Jonah pulls the reins, which causes layers of snow to fall from the back of the horse and from his shoulders ... The military man gets into the sleigh. The driver smacks his lips, stretches out his neck like a swan, rises and, more out of habit than out of necessity, waves his whip. The horse also stretches its neck, twists its stick-like legs and hesitantly moves from its place ...
- Where are you going, goblin! - at the very first, Jonah hears exclamations from a dark, moving back and forth mass. - Where the hell are they going? Keep it right!
- You can't drive! Keep your rights! the soldier gets angry.
The coachman scolds from the carriage, looks angrily and shakes off the snow from his sleeve a passer-by who crosses the road and bumps his shoulder into the muzzle of a horse. Jonah fidgets on the goats, as if on pins and needles, pokes his elbows to the sides and drives his eyes like a madman, as if he does not understand where he is and why he is here.
- What all scoundrels! - sharpens the military. “They’re trying to run into you or get run over by a horse. This is what they talked about.
Jonah looks back at the rider and moves his lips... Apparently, he wants to say something, but nothing comes out of his throat except a hiss.
- What? the soldier asks.
Jonah twists his mouth with a smile, strains his throat and hoots:
“But my lord, my son died this week.”
- Hm! .. Why did he die?
Jonah turns his whole body to the rider and says:
- Who knows! It must have been from a fever ... He lay in the hospital for three days and died ... God's will.
"Turn, devil!" - resounds in the dark. - Did it get out, old dog? Look with your eyes!
- Go, go ... - says the rider. “So we won’t get there until tomorrow. Bring it on!
The driver again cranes his neck, rises and, with heavy grace, swings his whip. Several times afterwards he looks back at the rider, but the latter has closed his eyes and is apparently in no mood to listen. Having dropped him off at Vyborgskaya, he stops at a tavern, bends over on the goats and again does not move ... Wet snow again paints him and the horse white. An hour passes, then another...
1 option
Short answer questions
1. What is the name of the saying that precedes the work and expresses its main idea?
2. What is the description of nature in a literary work called?
Evening twilight. Large wet snow swirls lazily around the newly lit lanterns and lies in a thin soft layer on the roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, hats ...
3.
The driver, Ion Potapov, is all white as a ghost.
4.
Wet snow again paints him and the horse white.
5. What is the name of the visual medium?
Who was torn from the plow, from familiar gray pictures and thrown here into this pool full of monstrous lights, restless cod and fleeing people, you can't help thinking...
Questions with a detailed answer
7.
8.
Option 2
Short answer questions
1. Name the type of literature to which the work belongs.
2. What is the name of the description of the appearance of the hero of a literary work?
The driver, Ion Potapov, is all white as a ghost. He is bent as far as it is possible for a living body to bend, sits on the goats and does not move.
3. Specify the name of the visual medium:
big wet the snow swirls lazily around the newly lit lanterns and thin soft layer lies on the roofs, horse backs, shoulders, hats.
4. What is the name of the means of allegorical expression?
She (horse), in all likelihood, is immersed in thought. Whoever was torn away from the plow, from the usual gray pictures and thrown here into this pool full of monstrous fires, restless crackling and running people, one cannot but think about it ...
5. Specify the name of the visual medium:
Jonah fidgets on the goats, like on needles pokes to the sides with his elbows and drives his eyes, like a madman, as if he does not understand, where is he and why is he here.
Questions with a detailed answer
7. How does Jonah appear in this episode?
8. Compare the fragments from the works of A.P. Chekhov "Tosca" and I.S. Turgenev "Mumu". How similar are the experiences of the characters and their emotional state?
Fragment of the work of I.S. Turgenev "Mumu"
He grabbed her by the arm, rushed across the whole yard and, entering with her into the room where the council met, pushed her straight to Kapiton. Tatyana just died ... Gerasim stood a moment, looked at her, waved his hand, grinned and went, stepping heavily, to his closet ... He did not leave there for a whole day. The postilion Antipka later said that he saw through the crack how Gerasim, sitting on the bed, with his hand to his cheek, quietly, measuredly and only occasionally mumbling - sang, that is, swayed, closed his eyes and shook his head, like coachmen or barge haulers, when they sing their mournful songs. Antipka became terrified, and he moved away from the gap. When Gerasim left the closet the next day, no particular change could be noticed in him. He only seemed to become more gloomy, and did not pay the slightest attention to Tatyana and Kapiton. That same evening they both went to the mistress's with geese under their arms, and a week later they were married. On the very day of the wedding, Gerasim did not change his behavior in anything; only he came from the river without water: he once broke a barrel on the road; and at night in the stable he cleaned and rubbed his horse so diligently that it tottered like a blade of grass in the wind, and waddled from foot to foot under his iron fists.
All this happened in the spring. Another year passed, during which Kapiton completely drank himself with the circle and, as a person who was decidedly worthless, was sent with a convoy to a distant village, along with his wife ... When everything was ready and the peasants already held the reins in their hands and waited only for words: “God bless!” Gerasim left his closet, approached Tatiana and presented her with a red paper handkerchief, which he had bought for her a year ago. Tatyana, who up to that moment had endured all the vicissitudes of her life with great indifference, here, however, could not bear it, shed a tear, and, getting into the cart, kissed Gerasim three times in a Christian manner. He wanted to escort her to the outpost and at first went along with her cart, but suddenly stopped at the Crimean ford, waved his hand and set off along the river.
It was in the evening. He walked quietly and looked at the water. Suddenly it seemed to him that something was floundering in the mud near the shore. He bent down and saw a small puppy, white with black spots, which, despite all his efforts, could not get out of the water, struggled, slid and trembled with all his wet and thin body. Gerasim looked at the unfortunate little dog, picked it up with one hand, thrust it into his bosom, and set off home with long strides.
Answers to the Tosca literature test (A.P. Chekhov)
1 option
1. epigraph
2. landscape
3. comparison
4. metaphor (personification)
5. epithet
Option 2
1. epic
2. portrait
3. epithet
4. impersonation
5. comparison
To whom shall we sing my sorrow?
Evening twilight. Large wet snow swirls lazily around freshly lit lanterns and lies in a thin, soft layer on roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, hats.
The driver, Ion Potapov, is all white as a ghost. He is bent as far as it is possible for a living body to bend, sits on the goats and does not move. If a whole snowdrift fell on him, then even then, it seems, he would not have found it necessary to shake off the snow from himself ... His horse is also white and motionless. With its immobility, angularity of forms and stick-like straightness of legs, even close up, it looks like a penny gingerbread horse.
She is probably lost in thought. Whoever was torn from the plow, from the usual gray pictures and thrown here into this pool full of monstrous fires, restless crackling and running people, one cannot help but think ...
Jonah and his horse have not moved for a long time. They left the yard before dinner, but there was still no initiative. But then the evening mist descends on the city. The pallor of street lamps gives way to vibrant color, and the bustle of the streets grows noisier.
- Carrier, to Vyborgskaya! Jonah hears. - Carrier!
Jonah shudders and through his eyelashes covered with snow sees a soldier in a hooded overcoat.
- To Vyborgskaya! - repeats the military. - Yes, you sleep, or what? To Vyborg!
As a sign of agreement, Jonah pulls the reins, which causes layers of snow to fall from the back of the horse and from his shoulders ... The military man gets into the sleigh. The driver smacks his lips, stretches out his neck like a swan, rises and, more out of habit than out of necessity, waves his whip.
The horse also stretches out its neck, twists its stick-like legs and indecisively moves from its place ...
- Where are you going, goblin! - at the very first, Jonah hears exclamations from a dark, moving back and forth mass. - Where the hell are they? Keep it right!
- You can't drive! Keep your rights! - angry military.
The coachman scolds from the carriage, looks angrily and shakes off the snow from his sleeve a passer-by who crosses the road and bumps his shoulder into the muzzle of a horse. Jonah fidgets on the goats, as if on pins and needles, pokes his elbows to the sides and drives his eyes like a madman, as if he does not understand where he is and why he is here.
- What all scoundrels! - jokes the military. - So they strive to collide with you or get under a horse. This is what they talked about.
Jonah looks back at the rider and moves his lips... He apparently wants to say something, but nothing comes out of his throat except a hiss.
- What? - asks the military.
Jonah twists his mouth with a smile, strains his throat and hoots:
- And I have, sir, tovo ... my son died this week.
- Hm! .. Why did he die?
Jonah turns his whole body to the rider and says:
- Who knows! It must have been from a fever ... He lay in the hospital for three days and died ... God's will.
- Turn, devil! - resounds in the dark. - Got out, or something, old dog?
Look with your eyes!
- Go, go ... - says the rider. - We won't get there until tomorrow.
Bring it on!
The driver again cranes his neck, rises and, with heavy grace, swings his whip.
Several times afterwards he looks back at the rider, but the latter has closed his eyes and is apparently in no mood to listen. Having dropped him off at Vyborgskaya, he stops at a tavern, bends over on the box, and again does not move ... Wet snow again paints him and the horse white. An hour passes, then another...
Short answer questions
1 option
1. What is the name of the saying that precedes the work and expresses its main idea?
2. What is the description of nature in a literary work called?
Evening twilight. Large wet snow swirls lazily around the newly lit lanterns and lies in a thin soft layer on the roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, hats ...
3. Indicate the name of the visual medium: The driver Ion Potapov is all white as a ghost.
Wet snow again paints him and the horse white.
5. What is the name of the visual medium?
Whoever was torn from the plow, from the usual gray pictures and thrown here into this pool full of monstrous fires, restless crackling and running people, one cannot help but think ...
Option 2
1. Name the type of literature to which the work belongs.
2. What is the name of the description of the appearance of the hero of a literary work?
The driver, Ion Potapov, is all white as a ghost. He is bent as far as it is possible for a living body to bend, sits on the goats and does not move.
3. Specify the name of the visual medium: Large wet snow swirls lazily around freshly lit lanterns and lies in a thin, soft layer on roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, hats.
4. What is the name of the means of allegorical expressiveness?
She (horse), in all likelihood, is immersed in thought. Whoever was torn from the plow, from the usual gray pictures and thrown here into this pool full of monstrous fires, restless crackling and running people, one cannot help but think ...
5. Specify the name of the visual medium:
Jonah fidgets on the goats, as if on pins and needles, pokes his elbows to the sides and drives his eyes like a madman, as if he does not understand where he is and why he is here.
ANSWERS
1 option
1. epigraph
2. landscape
3. comparison
4. metaphor // personification
5. epithet
Option 2
1. epic
2. portrait
3. epithet
4. impersonation
5. comparison
and make a test on this work (10 questions).
Write the test in your homework notebook and bring it to class.
ENJOY READING.
Anton Chekhov "Longing"
Evening twilight. Large wet snow swirls lazily around freshly lit lanterns and lies in a thin, soft layer on roofs, horses' backs, shoulders, hats. The driver, Ion Potapov, is all white as a ghost. He is bent as far as it is possible for a living body to bend, sits on the goats and does not move. If a whole snowdrift fell on him, then even then, it seems, he would not have found it necessary to shake off the snow from himself ... His horse is also white and motionless. With its immobility, angularity of forms and stick-like straightness of legs, even close up, it looks like a penny gingerbread horse. She is probably lost in thought. Whoever was torn from the plow, from the usual gray pictures and thrown here into this pool full of monstrous fires, restless crackling and running people, one cannot help but think ...
Jonah and his horse have not moved for a long time. They left the yard before dinner, but there was still no initiative. But then the evening mist descends on the city. The pallor of street lamps gives way to vibrant color, and the bustle of the streets grows noisier.
Driver, to Vyborgskaya! Jonah hears. - Carrier!
Jonah shudders and through his eyelashes covered with snow sees a military man in a hooded overcoat.
To Vyborg! - repeats the military. - Yes, you sleep, or what? To Vyborg!
As a sign of agreement, Jonah pulls the reins, which causes layers of snow to fall from the back of the horse and from his shoulders ... The military man gets into the sleigh. The driver smacks his lips, stretches out his neck like a swan, rises and, more out of habit than out of necessity, waves his whip. The horse also stretches out its neck, twists its stick-like legs and indecisively moves from its place ...
Where are you going, goblin! - at the very first, Jonah hears exclamations from a dark, moving back and forth mass. - Where the hell are they? Keep it right!
You don't know how to drive! Keep your rights! - angry military.
The coachman scolds from the carriage, looks angrily and shakes off the snow from his sleeve a passer-by who crosses the road and bumps his shoulder into the muzzle of a horse. Jonah fidgets on the goats, as if on pins and needles, pokes his elbows to the sides and drives his eyes like a madman, as if he does not understand where he is and why he is here.
What scoundrels! - jokes the military. - So they strive to collide with you or get under a horse. This is what they talked about.
Jonah looks back at the rider and moves his lips... He apparently wants to say something, but nothing comes out of his throat except a hiss.
What? - asks the military.
Jonah twists his mouth with a smile, strains his throat and hoots:
And my sir, my son died this week.
Hm! .. Why did he die?
Jonah turns his whole body to the rider and says:
And who knows! It must have been from a fever ... He lay in the hospital for three days and died ... God's will.
Roll up, devil! - resounds in the dark. - Got out, or something, old dog? Look with your eyes!
Ride, ride ... - says the rider. - We won't get there until tomorrow. Bring it on!
The driver again cranes his neck, rises and, with heavy grace, swings his whip. Several times afterwards he looks back at the rider, but the latter has closed his eyes and is apparently in no mood to listen. Having dropped him off at Vyborgskaya, he stops at a tavern, bends over on the box, and again does not move ... Wet snow again paints him and the horse white. An hour passes, then another...
On the pavement, loudly banging their galoshes and squabbling, are three young people: two of them are tall and thin, the third is small and hunchbacked.
Driver, to the Police Bridge! - shouts the hunchback in a rattling voice. - Three ... two kopecks!
Jonah pulls the reins and smacks his lips. The price of two kopecks is not similar, but he is not up to the price ... What a ruble, what a nickel - it doesn’t matter to him now, there would only be riders ... Young people, pushing and swearing, approach the sleigh and all three immediately climb onto the seat. The solution of the question begins: who two should sit, and who should the third stand? After a long squabble, capriciousness and reproaches, they come to the decision that the hunchback should stand like the smallest.
Well, drive! - the hunchback rattles, settling down and breathing into the back of Jonah's head. - Loopy! Yes, and you have a hat, brother! You won't find worse in all of St. Petersburg...
G-s... ge-s... - Jonah laughs. - Such as there is...
Well, you, what you are, drive! So are you going all the way? Yes? What about the neck?
My head is cracking... - says one of the long ones. - Yesterday at the Dukmasovs, Vaska and I drank four bottles of cognac together.
I don't understand why lie! - angry another long. - Lying like a beast.
God bless me, really...
This is as true as the fact that a louse coughs.
Gee! Jonah smirks. - Cheerful gentlemen!
Ugh, to hell with you! .. - the hunchback is indignant. - Will you go, old cholera, or not? Is that how they drive? Whip her with a whip! But damn! But! Pretty her!
Jonah feels behind him the spinning body and the voice trembling of the hunchback. He hears abuse addressed to him, sees people, and the feeling of loneliness gradually begins to recede from his chest. Gorbach swears until he chokes on a frivolous, six-story curse and coughs. The long ones start talking about some kind of Nadezhda Petrovna. Jonah looks back at them. After waiting for a short pause, he looks around again and mutters:
And this week I have ... that's it ... my son died!
We'll all die... - the hunchback sighs, wiping his lips after coughing. - Well, drive, drive! Gentlemen, I absolutely cannot go on like this! When will he take us?
And you lightly cheer him up ... in the neck!
Old cholera, do you hear? After all, I'm crutching my neck! .. To stand on ceremony with your brother, so walk on foot! .. Do you hear, Serpent Gorynych? Or do you not care about our words?
And Jonah hears more than feels the sounds of a slap on the back of the head.
Gee... - he laughs. - Merry gentlemen ... God bless!
Driver, are you married? - asks the long one.
Am I? G-s ... cheerful gentlemen! Now the mill has one wife - damp earth ... Hee-ho-ho ... A grave, that is! to go to me, she to her son ...
And Jonah turns around to tell how his son died, but then the hunchback sighs lightly and declares that, thank God, they have finally arrived. Having received two kopecks, Jonah looks for a long time after the revelers disappearing into the dark entrance. Again he is alone, and again silence sets in for him... The melancholy that has subsided for a while reappears and bursts his chest with even greater force. Jonah's eyes anxiously and martyrically run through the crowds scurrying along on both sides of the street: is there not at least one of these thousands of people who would listen to him? But the crowds flee, not noticing either him or the anguish... An enormous longing that knows no bounds. Burst Jonah's chest and pour out of her melancholy, so she would seem to fill the whole world, but, nevertheless, she is not visible. She managed to fit into such an insignificant shell that you will not see her in the daytime with fire ...
Jonah sees a janitor with a bag and decides to talk to him.
Darling, what time will it be now? he asks.
Tenth... Why did he become here? Come on!
Jonah moves back a few steps, bends and gives himself over to longing ... He considers it useless to turn to people. But before five minutes pass, he straightens up, shakes his head as if he felt a sharp pain, and pulls the reins ... He is unbearable.
“To the yard,” he thinks. - To the yard!
And the horse, as if understanding his thought, begins to trot. An hour and a half later, Jonah is already sitting near a large dirty stove. People are snoring on the stove, on the floor, on the benches. There is a "spiral" and stuffiness in the air... Jonah looks at the sleeping people, scratches himself and regrets that he returned home so early...
“And I didn’t go out for oats,” he thinks. - That's why it's sad. A man who knows his business ... who is full himself, and the horse is full, is always calm ... "
In one of the corners a young cab driver rises, quacks sleepily and reaches for a bucket of water.
Wanted to drink? Jonah asks.
So, drink!
So ... To your health ... And my brother, my son died ... Heard? This week in the hospital... History!
Jonah watches the effect his words have, but sees nothing. The young man covered himself with his head and was already asleep. The old man sighs and scratches... As the young one was thirsty, so he wants to talk. Soon it will be a week since the son died, and he still hasn’t spoken to anyone on the way ... We need to talk plainly, with the arrangement ... We need to tell how the son fell ill, how he suffered, what he said before his death, how he died .. You need to describe the funeral and the trip to the hospital for the clothes of the deceased. Anisya's daughter remained in the village... And we need to talk about her... But you never know what he can talk about now? The listener must groan, sigh, lament ... And talking to women is even better. Though they are fools, they roar from two words.
“Go see the horse,” Jonah thinks. - You will always have time to sleep ... Probably, you will get enough sleep ... "
He dresses and goes to the stable where his horse is standing. He thinks about oats, hay, the weather... When he is alone, he cannot think about his son... You can talk about him with someone, but it is unbearably creepy to think and draw his image for yourself...
Are you chewing? - Jonah asks his horse, seeing his shining eyes. - Well, chew, chew ... If we didn’t go out for oats, we’ll eat hay ... Yes ... I’m already old to drive ... My son should drive, not me ... That was a real cab ... To live only...
Jonah is silent for a while and continues:
So, brother filly ... Kuzma Ionych is gone ... He ordered to live long ... He took it and died in vain ... Now, let's say, you have a foal, and you are the mother of this foal ... And suddenly, let's say, this same foal ordered to live long ... Isn't it a pity?
The horse chews, listens and breathes into the hands of its owner...
Author informationBespalova Irina Vladimirovna
Place of work, position:
Krasnodar region, Labinsk, secondary school №2, teacher of Russian language and literature
Krasnodar region
Characteristics of the lesson (classes)
The level of education:
All levels of education
The target audience:
Teacher (teacher)
Class(es):
Item(s):
Literature
The purpose of the lesson:
Task: preparation for the Unified State Examination Goals: - to continue the formation of the ability to analyze a literary text - the development of ideas about the genre features of the story - the repetition of theoretical concepts: composition, story, expressive means of language, landscape - "to eradicate all spiritual rubbish"
Lesson type:
Lesson of studying and primary consolidation of new knowledge
Students in the class (audience):
Used equipment:
Equipment: ICT, texts, cards, tests
Short description:
During the classes.
1. Organizing moment.
Motivation of cognitive activity.
The famous Russian writer Korney Chukovsky said: “Chekhov least of all claimed the role of a preacher, an ideological leader youth meanwhile, we managed to protect ourselves from many dark and unworthy deeds only because he, as if with a click, etched out of us any spiritual rubbish ».
Can we say these words about us today? Let's try to answer this question today in the lesson.
Cold rain knocks on the window. The narrow street is deserted. Only occasionally do the rolling wheels tap on the cobblestone. In late autumn, Yalta brings melancholy. Outside the window small house silhouette of a man in pince-nez. Here, in Yalta, Chekhov spent his last, most difficult, years, months, days. Here he was cut off from Moscow, from his beloved Moscow Art Theater, friends, wife. Here he was alone with a fatal illness and felt especially clearly how inevitably and inevitably the denouement was approaching. What can a person in such a position feel, what does he think? And Chekhov plants flowers, keeps correspondence, helps people he knows in solving life problems... You are involuntarily amazed spiritual power this fragile-looking seriously ill person.
Where is she from? What feeds her? Of course his work.
Today we will get acquainted with the story of A.P. Chekhov "Tosca", written in 1886.
2. Theme, goals.
What does it mean to be lonely?
Can a person be lonely among people?
Do you feel lonely?
3. Actualization of knowledge of skills. D/Z check
You have already read the story at home. But just reading Chekhov's story is not enough. To understand the true meaning of his works, one must pay attention to every detail.
Test according to the text.
1. What time of day does the action take place? (evening)
2. name and surname of the driver? (Iona Potapov)
3. who listened to Jonah? (nobody)
4. who is Jonah's wife? (raw earth)
5. what is the punctuation mark at the end of the story? (ellipsis)
So the story is called "Tosca"
AT.What is lexical meaning this word? What do you think "sadness" is?
Yearning and.
Yearning and
AT. Before proceeding with the analysis of this work, let's remember what a story is.
Story- a prose work of small volume with a dynamic development of the plot; depicts one episode, an event from the life of the hero or several events; there are few actors, the described action is limited in time. Great importance is attached to the ending (it should be "shock")
Individual work on cards.
Instruction.
Working time - 5 minutes. 1 minute for presentation.
Support your thoughts with text. The comment must be reasoned.
During the delivery of the exam, it is important to fulfill the condition: complete the work in 4 hours. So the ability to complete the task in the allotted time is .... (the key to success in the exam)
Card number 1.
1. How many times does Jonah try to tell about his son's death? (3)
2. Write down the reaction of the interlocutors. (the son died - from what? ... go; the son died - we will all die, drive; the son died - ... .. (no answer)
3. What is the name of this expressive means? (repeat)
4.Comment.
Card #2
1. What time of day did the events of the story take place? (in the evening)
2. Write down the change in evening lighting (evening twilight - evening haze - darkness).
3. What is the name of this expressive means? (gradation)
4. How many times does this change occur? (3)
5.Comment.
Card #3
1. Write out from the text verbs that characterize the actions of a crowded city (dark masses are moving- crowds run- crowds scurry about )
2. How many times does Chekhov talk about this in the story? (3)
3.Comment.
Card number 4 .
1. Write out from the text how Jon's appeal to the horse changes.
2. How did the emotional coloring of the word change (from a contemptuous little horse, to a neutral one - a horse - to a diminutive - filly)
3. What is the name of such vocabulary (1 and 3 words)? (expressive)
Comment.
Together to find: the motive of loneliness.
The feeling of loneliness - lonely - melancholy - melancholy is enormous - given to melancholy - melancholy - it is unbearable.
AT. What artistic technique did Chekhov use to convey Jonah's longing? (gradation, amplification through repetition, emotional coloring of words, verbs)
AT. Guys, what other persistently repeated detail did we meet in this story? (number 3)
AT. In what genre is this figure constantly found? (story)
AT. Maybe someone noticed another turn of speech, immediately reminiscent of a folk song? (raw earth)
AT. What do you think the writer wanted to tell us by this, because in Chekhov every artistic detail matters? Maybe it will help us to understand epigraph? The beginning of the spiritual verse "Lamentation of Joseph and true story"
To whom shall we sing my sorrow?
Whom shall I call to weeping?
Only you, my Lord,
My sadness is known.
Conclusion: The son of the cabby Jonah died. Jonah wants to tell someone about this, to talk, to pour out his soul and thus alleviate his grief a little. But it turns out that there is no one to tell! No man wants to listen to Jonah, and he ends up telling everything... to his horse.
AT.Read the last sentence emphatically. How would you explain the ellipsis?
Indifference is the laziness of the soul. After all, a person needs so little from people - they need to listen to him, say a kind word, smile. But even this smallness is not something that is a pity, it’s just too lazy to sympathize, to understand ...
Independent work.
Underline in the card the lexical meaning of the word yearning, which is most suitable for Chekhov's story.
Card number 5
Yearning and. constraint of the spirit, languor of the soul, excruciating sadness, mental anxiety, anxiety, fear, boredom, grief, sadness, sorrow, heartache.
V.Dal " Dictionary living Great Russian language"
Yearning and
1. Mental anxiety combined with sadness, despondency //
2. unfold Boredom, despondency caused by the monotony of the situation, lack of interests, etc.
T.F. Efremova "New Dictionary of the Russian Language"
Let's go back to the question I asked at the beginning of the lesson: spiritual rubbish ».
Can we say these words about us today?
Where is life? Though the rustle of a leaf
She would have spoken.
But behind is emptiness
But behind is silence.
And I'm scared to step forward
Step into a hole, into a black forest,
Where memory takes by the hand
And there is no heaven.
Varlam Shalamov 1938
AT.What do you think, is there anything in common between A.P. Chekhov’s story “Tosca”, written in 1886, a poem by a poet and writer who, like A. Solzhenitsyn, went through the GULAG Varlam Shalamov, written in 1938 and a picture of modern artist R. Vedeneev, written in 2007.
(the theme of loneliness, teaches sympathy, understanding).
So, Chekhov became for Russia and the whole world the standard of intelligence, became a man who, despite the routine, vulgarity, hopelessness of life, does not allow himself to deviate from moral standards, who approaches himself with the highest moral requirements and at the same time is unusually soft, delicate in relation to others. people. Such a person is based on tireless spiritual activity, which saves him from moral corrosion and spiritual impoverishment.
Results
D/Zstr.27, Q.7