Fairy tale: Mistress of the Copper Mountain. Step by step drawing
Perhaps the best illustrations for the tales of Pavel Petrovich Bazhov are those created by Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Nazaruk. I suggest you pay attention to his illustrations for “The Stone Flower”.
Danilushka was given one thing. He learned to play the horn - what an old man! Purely based on music. In the evening, when the cows are brought in, the women ask:
- Play a song, Danilushko.
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 each other in all sorts of voices, but it turns out well. Women began to greet Danilushka a lot for those songs.
Danilushko took a rest. Grandma Vikhorikha stood him up. There was, they say, an old lady like that. Instead of a doctor in our factories, she was very famous. I knew the power in herbs: some from teeth, some from stress, some from aches... Well, everything is as it is. I myself collected those herbs at the very time when which herb had full strength. From such herbs and roots I prepared tinctures, boiled decoctions and mixed them with ointments.
Danilushka had a good life with this grandmother Vikhorikha. Hey, the old lady is affectionate and talkative, and she has dried herbs, roots, and all sorts of flowers hung all over the hut. Danilushko is curious about herbs - what’s the name of this one? where does it grow? what flower? The old lady tells him.
- Here’s what... 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, I guess. Whichever one you need, that’s the one I’ll give you.
It was then that Danilushka’s thought struck. It’s not us who said that you need to criticize someone else’s wisdom a little, but come up with your own - you’ll be turning from side to side for more than one night.
Here Danilushko is sitting over this bowl according to the drawing, but he himself is thinking about something else. Translates in your head which flower, which leaf to malachite stone would be better suited. He became thoughtful and sad.
I should go on a walk somewhere, otherwise you just sit and sit.
“And then,” says Danilushko, “at least go to the forest.” Will I see what I need?
From then on, I began to run into the forest almost every day. It's time for mowing and berries. The grasses are all in bloom. Danilushko will stop somewhere in the meadow or in a clearing in the forest and stand and look. And then again he walks through the mowing and looks at the grass, as if looking for something...
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“Bazhov’s Lesson” - Magic and mystery are an integral part of the story. Let's draw conclusions. Working with illustrations. The work is based on a legend. Getting ready for the retelling. P. P. Bazhov found his own genre in literature, unlike others. We look at the portrait of P.P. Bazhov. Analysis of the text of Bazhov’s tale “The Mistress of the Copper Mountain” read at home.
“The Stone Flower of Bazhov” - The gray-black braid stuck exactly to the back. So, just a little, but still I understood how to read and write. The world of craftsmen. Techniques for creating an artistic image. In a word, girlish dryness. The natural world in the work. It’s a stone, but it’s like silk to the eye, even if it’s smooth with your hand. A world of magic and fantasy. I even learned to write and read little by little from the clerk.
“Tales of Pavel Bazhov” - Rescue Sinyushka from his place, and a full well of gold and expensive stones will open. Through remote swampy places people ran towards Sinyushka. The ribbons at the end are not exactly red. Bazhov P.P. Malachite Box. The collection “The Malachite Box” was first published in 1939. Skaz is folklore. Her hair is like night and her eyes are green.
“Tales of Bazhov” - Red, blue, green, turquoise - all kinds... The Urals are proud of many things. So Danilo and Katya began to live in their hut. Here is the first secret: “Beauty is higher than any Wealth!” "Suddenly, from the very middle, a tiny girl emerged. Pebbles fell from under her feet like sparks. Tales of P.P. Bazhov.
“P. Bazhov tales” - Pavel Petrovich Bazhov. 1879 - 1950. Solve crossword puzzles. Kyshtym, Chelyabinsk region 2007. Serebryakova Evgenia Nikolaevna, local history teacher, I qualification category. Horizontally (names of Bazhov's tales). Tales of P. Bazhov. Stone. Silver hoof. Answer the questions. 1). Copper Mountain Mistress.
“Bazhov” - Bazhov also called his literary works tales. But he became a teacher of the Russian language, teaching first in Yekaterinburg and then in Kamyshlov. was behind me long life, eventful. After the war he took up journalism. The peaceful course of life was disrupted by the revolution. Remember “Silver Hoof”, where an old man and a girl admire the rainbow scattering of gems in the snow.
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And so it went. Every day Prokopyich gives Danilushka work, but everything is fun. As soon as the snow fell, he told him and his neighbor to go pick up firewood and help him out. Well, what a help! He sits forward on the sleigh, drives the horse, and walks back behind the cart. He’ll wash himself off, eat at home, and sleep better. Prokopich made him a fur coat, a warm hat, mittens, and pymas to order. Prokopich, you see, had wealth. Even though he was a serf, he was on quitrent and earned little. He stuck tightly to Danilushka. To put it bluntly, he was holding on to his son. Well, I didn’t spare him for him, but didn’t let him get to his business until the time was right.
In a good life, Danilushko began to quickly recover and also clung to Prokopich. Well, how! - I understood Prokopyichev’s concern; for the first time I had to live like this. Winter has passed. Danilushka felt completely at ease. Now he’s on the pond, now in the forest. It was only Danilushko’s skill that he looked closely at. He comes running home, and right away they have a conversation. He will tell Prokopich about this and that, and ask - what is it and how is it? Prokopich will explain and show in practice. Danilushko notes. When he himself will accept it. “Well, I...” - Prokopich looks, corrects when necessary, indicates how best.
One day the clerk spotted Danilushka on the pond. He asks his messengers:
- Whose boy is this? Every day I see him on the pond... On weekdays he plays around with a fishing rod, and he’s not a little one... Someone is hiding him from work...
The messengers found out and told the clerk, but he didn’t believe it.
“Well,” he says, “drag the boy to me, I’ll find out myself.”
They brought Danilushka. The clerk asks:
- Whose are you?
Danilushko answers:
- Apprenticeship, they say, with a master in the malachite trade.
The clerk then grabbed him by the ear:
- This is how you learn, bastard! - Yes, by the ear and took me to Prokopich.
He sees that something is wrong, let’s protect Danilushka:
- It was I who sent him to catch perch. I really miss fresh perch. Due to my poor health, I cannot take any other food. So he told the boy to fish.
The clerk didn't believe it. I also realized that Danilushko had become completely different: he had gained weight, he was wearing a good shirt, pants too, and boots on his feet. So let’s check Danilushka:
- Well, show me what the master taught you?
Danilushko put on the donut, 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 a chamfer, when to glue it, how to apply polish, how to attach it to copper, like to wood. In a word, everything is as it is.
The clerk tortured and tortured, and he said to Prokopich:
- This one seems to suit you well?
“I’m not complaining,” Prokopich answers.
- That’s right, you’re not complaining, but you’re pampering yourself! They gave him to you to learn the skill, and he is by the pond with a fishing rod! Look! I’ll give you such fresh perches - you won’t forget them until you die, and the boy will be sad.
He made such and such a threat, left, and Prokopich marveled:
- When did you, Danilushko, understand all this? Actually, I haven’t taught you at all yet.
“I myself,” says Danilushko, “showed and told, and I noticed.”
Prokopich even started to cry, it was so close to his heart.
“Son,” he says, “darling, Danilushko... What else I know, I’ll tell you everything... I won’t hide it...
Only from that time on, Danilushka did not have a comfortable life. The clerk sent for him the next day and began giving him work for the lesson. First, of course, something simpler: plaques, what women wear, little boxes. Then it all started: different candlesticks and decorations. There we reached the carving. Leaves and petals, patterns and flowers. After all, they - the malachite workers - are in a messy business. It’s just a trivial thing, but how long has he been sitting on it! So Danilushko grew up doing this work.
And when he carved the snake sleeve from a solid stone, the clerk recognized him as a master. I wrote to Barin about this:
“So and so, we have a new malachite master - Danilko Nedokormish. It works well, but it's still quiet when it's young. Will you order him to remain in class or, like Prokopyich, to be released on quitrent?”
Danilushko did not work quietly, but surprisingly deftly and quickly. It’s Prokopich who really got the knack here. The clerk will ask Danilushka what lesson for five days, and Prokopich will go and say:
- Not because of this. This kind of work takes half a month. The guy is studying. If you hurry, the stone will only serve no purpose. 
Well, the clerk will argue how many, and you see, he will add more days. Danilushko and worked without strain. I even learned to read and write little by little from the clerk. So, just a little, but still I understood how to read and write. Prokopich was also good at this. When he himself gets the hang of doing Danilushka’s clerk’s lessons, only Danilushko did not allow this:
- What you! What are you doing, uncle! Is it your job to sit at the machine for me? Look, your beard has turned green from malachite, your health has begun to deteriorate, but what am I doing?
Danilushko had indeed recovered by that time. Even though in the old fashioned way they called him Nedokormysh, but what a guy he is! Tall and ruddy, curly and cheerful. In a word, girlish dryness. Prokopich had already started talking to him about brides, and Danilushko shook his head:
- He won’t leave us! Once I become a real master, then there will be a conversation.
The master wrote back to the clerk's news:
“Let that Prokopichev student Danilko make another turned bowl on a leg for my home. Then I’ll look at whether to release the quitrent or keep it in lessons. Just make sure that Prokopyich doesn’t help that Danilka. If you don’t watch, you will be punished.”
The clerk received this letter, called Danilushka, and said:
- Here, with me, you will work. They will set up the machine for you and bring you the stone you need.
Prokopich found out and was saddened: how could this be? what kind of thing? I went to the clerk, but would he really say... He just shouted: “It’s none of your business!”
Well, Danilushko went to work at a new place, and Prokopich punished him:
- Look, don’t rush, Danilushko! Don't prove yourself.
Danilushko was wary at first. He tried it on and figured it out more, but it seemed sad to him. Do it, don’t do it, and serve your sentence - sit with the clerk from morning to night. Well, Danilushko was bored and went wild. The cup was with his living hand and went out of business. The clerk looked as if this was the way it should be, and said:
- Do the same again!
Danilushko made another, then a third. When he finished the third, the clerk said:
- Now you can’t dodge! I caught you and Prokopyich. The master, according to my letter, gave you time for one bowl, and you carved three. I know your strength. You won't deceive me anymore, and I'll show that old dog how to indulge! Will order for others!
So I wrote to the master about this and provided all three bowls. Only the master - either he found a clever verse on him, or he was angry with the clerk for something - turned everything the other way around.
The rent he assigned to Danilushka was trivial, he did not order the guy to take it from Prokopich - maybe the two of them would come up with something new sooner. When I wrote, I sent the drawing. There is also a bowl drawn with all sorts of things. There is a carved border along the rim, a stone ribbon with a through pattern on the waist, and leaves on the footrest. In a word, invented. And on the drawing the master signed: “Let him sit for at least five years, so that something like this is done exactly.”
Here the clerk had to go back on his word. He announced that the master had written it, sent Danilushka to Prokopich and gave him the drawing.
Danilushko and Prokopyich became happier, and their work went faster. Danilushko soon began to work on that new cup. There are a lot of tricks in it. If you hit me a little wrong, your work is gone, start again. Well, Danilushka has a true eye, a brave hand, enough strength - things are going well. There is one thing he doesn’t like - there are a lot of difficulties, but there is absolutely no beauty. I told Prokopyich, but he was just surprised:
- What do you care? They came up with it, which means they need it. I’ve turned and cut out all sorts of things, but I don’t really know where they go.
I tried to talk to the clerk, but where are you going? He stamped his feet and waved his arms:
-Are you crazy? They paid a lot of money for the drawing. The artist may have been the first to make it in the capital, but you decided to overthink it!
Then, apparently, he remembered what the master ordered him - maybe the two of them could come up with something new - and he said:
- Here’s what... 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, I guess. Whichever one you need, that’s the one I’ll give you.
It was then that Danilushka’s thought struck. It’s not us who said that you need to criticize someone else’s wisdom a little, but come up with your own - you’ll be turning from side to side for more than one night. Here Danilushko is sitting over this bowl according to the drawing, but he himself is thinking about something else. He translates in his head which flower, which leaf is best suited to the malachite stone. He became thoughtful and sad. Prokopich noticed and asked:
- Are you healthy, Danilushko? It would be easier with this bowl. What's the hurry? I should go on a walk somewhere, otherwise you just sit and sit.
“And then,” says Danilushko, “at least go to the forest.” Will I see what I need? 
From then on, I began to run into the forest almost every day. It's time for mowing and berries. The grasses are all in bloom. Danilushko will stop somewhere in the meadow or in a clearing in the forest and stand and look. And then again he walks through the mowing and looks at the grass, as if looking for something. There were a lot of people in the forest and in the meadows at that time. They ask Danilushka if he has lost anything? He will smile sadly and say:
- I haven’t lost it, but I can’t find it.
Well, who started talking:
- There's something wrong with the guy.
And he will come home and go straight to the machine and sit until the morning, and with the sun he will go back to the forest and mow. I began to drag all sorts of leaves and flowers home, and gathered more and more from them: cherry and omega, datura and wild rosemary, and all sorts of rezuns. He fell asleep on his face, his eyes became restless, he lost courage in his hands. Prokopich became completely worried, and Danilushko said:
- The cup doesn’t give me peace. I want to do it in such a way that the stone has full power.
Prokopich, let's talk him out of it:
- What did you use it for? You're full, what else? Let the bars have fun as they please. We just wouldn't get hurt. If they come up with a pattern, we’ll do it, but why bother meeting them? Put on an extra collar - that's all.
Well, Danilushko stands his ground.
“Not for the master,” he says, “I’m trying.” I can't get that cup out of my head. I see, hey, what kind of stone we have, and what are we doing with it? We sharpen and cut, and polish, and there’s no point at all. So I had the desire to do this so that I could see the full power of the stone for myself and show people.
In time, Danilushko walked away and sat down again at that bowl, according to the master’s drawing. It works, but he chuckles:
- Stone tape with holes, carved border...
Then he suddenly abandoned this work. Another started. Standing at the machine without a break. Prokopich said:
- I will make my cup using the datura flower.
Prokopich began to dissuade him. At first Danilushko didn’t even want to listen, then, three or four days later, he made some mistake and said to Prokopich:
- OK. First I’ll finish the master’s bowl, then I’ll get to work on my own. Just don’t talk me out of it then... I can’t get her out of my head.
Prokopich answers:
“Okay, I won’t interfere,” but he thinks: “The guy is leaving, he’ll forget. He needs to be married. That's what! The extra nonsense will fly out of your head as soon as you start a family.” 
Danilushko busied himself with the bowl. There is a lot of work with her - you can’t fit it into one year. He works hard and doesn’t think about the datura flower. Prokopich began to talk about marriage:
- At least Katya Letemina is not a bride? Good girl... There is nothing to complain about.
This was Prokopich speaking out of his mind. You see, he noticed a long time ago that Danilushko was looking at this girl very much. Well, she didn't turn away. It was as if Prokopich inadvertently started a conversation. And Danilushko repeats his own:
- Wait a minute! I can handle the cup. I'm tired of her. Just look - I’ll hit it with a hammer, and he’s talking about marriage! Katya and I agreed. She will wait for me.
Well, Danilushko made a bowl according to the master’s drawing. Of course, they didn’t tell the clerk, but at home he decided to have a little party. Katya - the bride - came with her parents, who also... there are more malachite craftsmen. Katya marvels at the cup.
“How,” he says, “only you managed to cut out such a pattern and didn’t break off the stone anywhere!” How smooth and clean everything is!
The masters also approve:
- Exactly according to the drawing. There is nothing to complain about. Cleanly done. It’s better not to do it, and soon. If you start working like that, it will probably be hard for us to follow you.
Danilushko listened and listened, and then said:
- It’s a shame that there’s nothing to complain about. 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 when you look at it, your heart rejoices. Well, who will this cup make happy? What is she for? Anyone who looks at Katya over there 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 made a mistake,” the craftsmen laugh, “I glued it and covered it with polish, and you won’t find the ends.”
- That's it... And where, I ask, is the beauty of the stone? Then the tremors passed, and you drill holes in it and cut flowers. What are they here for? Damage is a stone. And what a stone! First stone! You see, the first one!
He began to get excited. Apparently he drank a little.
The masters tell Danilushka that Prokopich told him more than once:
- A stone is a stone. What will you do with him? Our job is to sharpen and cut.
There was only one old man here. He also taught Prokopyich and those other masters. Everyone called him grandfather. He’s such a decrepit little old man, but he also understood this conversation, and he says to Danilushka:
- You, dear son, don’t walk on this floorboard! Get it out of your head! Otherwise you will end up with the Mistress as a mining master...
- What kind of masters, grandfather?
- And such... they 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 here, in distinction.
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There was a master Prokopich at that time. First on these matters. No one could do it better. I was in my old age.
So the master ordered the clerk to put the boys under this Prokopich for training.
- Let them go over everything down to the subtleties.
Only Prokopich - either he was sorry to part with his skill, or something else - taught very poorly. Everything he does is a jerk and a poke. He puts lumps all over the boy's head, almost cuts off his ears, and says to the clerk:
- This guy is no good... His eye is incapable, his hand can’t carry it. It won't do any good.
The clerk, apparently, was ordered to please Prokopich.
- It’s not good, it’s not good... We’ll give you another... - And he’ll dress up another boy.
The kids heard about this science... Early in the morning they roared, as if they wouldn’t get to Prokopich. Fathers and mothers, too, do not like to give away their own child for wasted flour - they began to shield their own as best they could. And to say that, this skill is unhealthy, with malachite. The poison is pure. That's why people are protected.
The clerk still remembers the master’s order - he assigns disciples to Prokopich. He will wash the boy in his own way and hand him back to the clerk.
- This is no good...
The clerk began to get angry:
- How long will this last? No good, no good, when will it be good? Teach this...
Prokopich know yours:
- What do I... Even if I teach for ten years, this kid won’t be of any use...
- Which one do you want?
- Even though you don’t bet on me at all, I don’t miss it...
So the clerk and Prokopich went through a lot of kids, but the point was the same: there were bumps on the head, and in the head there was a way to escape. They spoiled them on purpose so that Prokopich would drive them away.
This is how it came to Danilka the Underfed. This little boy was an orphan. Probably twelve years then, or even more. He is tall on his feet, and thin, thin, which is what keeps his soul going. Well, his face is clean. Curly hair, blue eyes. At first they took him as a Cossack servant at the manor's house: give him a snuff box, give him a handkerchief, run somewhere, and so on. Only this orphan did not have the talent for such a task. Other boys climb like vines in such and such places. A little something - to attention: what do you order? And this Danilko will hide in a corner, stare at some painting, or even at a piece of jewelry, and just stand there. They shout at him, but he doesn’t even listen. They beat me, of course, at first, then they waved their hand:
- Some kind of blessed one! Slug! Such a good servant will not make.
They still didn’t give me a job in a factory or up a mountain - the place was very runny, there wasn’t enough for a week. The clerk put him in assistant grazing. And here Danilko didn’t fare well. The little guy is extremely diligent, but he always makes mistakes. Everyone seems to be thinking about something. He stares at a blade of grass, and the cows are over there! The gentle old shepherd was caught, felt sorry for the orphan, and at the same time he cursed:
- What will come of you, Danilko? You will destroy yourself, and you will also put my old back in harm’s way. Where is this good? What are you even thinking about?
- I myself, grandpa, don’t know... So... about nothing... I stared a little. A bug was crawling along a leaf. She herself is blue, and from under her wings she has a yellowish look peeking out, and the leaf is wide... Along the edges the teeth, like frills, are curved. Here it looks darker, but the middle is very green, they just painted it right now... And the bug is crawling.
- Well, aren't you a fool, Danilko? Is it your job to sort out bugs? She crawls and crawls, but your job is to look after the cows. Look at me, get this nonsense out of your head, or I’ll tell the clerk!
Danilushka was given one thing. He learned to play the horn - no use for an old man! Purely based on music. In the evening, when the cows are brought in, the women ask:
- Play a song, Danilushko.
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 each other in all sorts of voices, but it turns out well. Women began to greet Danilushka a lot for those songs. Whoever will mend a thread, whoever will cut a piece of canvas, who will sew a new shirt. There is no talk about a piece - everyone strives to give more and sweeter. The old shepherd also liked Danilushkov’s songs. Only here, too, something went a little wrong. Danilushko will start playing and forget everything, even if there are no cows. It was during this game that trouble befell him.
Danilushko, apparently, began to play, and the old man dozed off a little. They lost a few cows. As they began to gather for the pasture, they looked - one was gone, the other was gone. They rushed to look, but where are you? They grazed near Yelnichnaya... This is a very wolf-like place, desolate... They only found one little cow. They drove the herd home... They said so and so. Well, they also ran out of the factory and went looking for him, but they didn’t find him.
The reprisal then, we know what it was like. For any guilt, show your back. Unfortunately, there was another cow from the clerk's yard. Don't expect any descent here. First they stretched the old man, then it came to Danilushka, but he was skinny and scrawny. The Lord's executioner even made a slip:
“Someone,” he says, “will fall asleep at once, or even lose his soul.”
He hit anyway - he didn’t regret it, but Danilushko is silent. His executioner suddenly in a row is silent, the third is silent. The executioner then became enraged, let’s go bald from all over the shoulder, and he himself shouts:
- I’ll bring you, silent one... Give me your voice... Give me your voice!
Danilushko is shaking all over, tears are falling, but is silent. I bit the sponge and strengthened myself. So he fell asleep, but they didn’t hear a word from him. The clerk - he was there, of course - was surprised:
- What a patient man he was! Now I know where to put him if he remains alive.
Danilushko took a rest. Grandma Vikhorikha stood him up. There was, they say, an old lady like that. Instead of a doctor in our factories, she was very famous. I knew the power in herbs: some from teeth, some from stress, some from aches... Well, everything is as it is. I myself collected those herbs at the very time when which herb had full strength. From such herbs and roots I prepared tinctures, boiled decoctions and mixed them with ointments. Danilushka had a good life with this grandmother Vikhorikha. Hey, the old lady is affectionate and talkative, and she has dried herbs, roots, and all sorts of flowers hung all over the hut. Danilushko is curious about herbs - what’s the name of this one? where does it grow? what flower? The old lady tells him.
Once Danilushko asks:
- Do you, grandma, know every flower in our area?
“I won’t brag,” he says, “but I seem to know everything about how open they are.”
“Are there really,” he asks, “something that hasn’t been opened yet?”
“There are,” he answers, “and such.” Have you heard Papor? It seems to bloom on Midsummer's Day. That flower is witchcraft. The treasures are opened to them. Harmful for humans. On the gap-grass the flower is a running light. Catch him - and all the gates are open for you. Vorovskoy is a flower. And then stone Flower There is. It seems to be growing in the malachite mountain. On the snake holiday it has full power. The unfortunate person is the one who sees the stone flower.
- What, grandma, are you unhappy?
- And this, child, I don’t know myself. That's what they told me.
Danilushko might have lived longer at Vikhorikha’s, but the clerk’s messengers noticed that the boy began to go more and more often, and now to the clerk. The clerk called Danilushka and said:
- Now go to Prokopich and learn the malachite business. The job is right for you.
Well, what will you do? Danilushko went, but he himself was still being shaken by the wind.
Prokopich looked at him and said:
- This was still missing. The studies here are beyond the ability of healthy boys, but what you get is enough to make you barely worth living.
Prokopich went to the clerk:
- There is no need for this. If you accidentally kill, you will have to answer.
Only the clerk - where are you going - didn’t listen:
- It’s given to you - teach, don’t argue! He - this guy - is strong. Don't look how thin it is.
“Well, it’s up to you,” says Prokopyich, “it would have been said.” I will teach, as long as they don’t force me to answer.
- There is no one to pull. This guy is lonely, do whatever you want with him,” the clerk replies.
Prokopich came home, and Danilushko was standing near the machine, looking at the malachite board. A cut has been made on this board - break off the edge. Here Danilushko is staring at this place and shaking his little head. Prokopich became curious about what this new guy was looking at here. He asked sternly how things were done according to his rule:
- What are you? Who asked you to pick up a craft? What are you looking at here?
Danilushko answers:
- In my opinion, grandfather, this is not the side where the edge should be cut. See, the pattern is here, and they’ll cut it off.
Prokopich shouted, of course:
- What? Who are you? Master? It didn’t happen to my hands, but are you judging? What can you understand?
“Then I understand that this thing was ruined,” Danilushko answers.
- Who spoiled it? A? It’s you, brat, to me, the first master!.. Yes, I’ll show you such damage... you won’t live!
He made some noise and shouted, but didn’t hit Danilushka with his finger. Prokopich, you see, was thinking about this board himself - which side to cut off the edge from. Danilushko hit the nail on the head with his conversation. Prokopich shouted and said very kindly:
- Well, you, revealed master, show me how, in your opinion, to do it?
Danilushko began to show and tell:
- That would be the kind of pattern that would come out. It would be better to put the board narrower, beat off the edge in an open field, just leave a small braid on top.
Prokopich, know, shouts:
- Well, well... Of course! You understand a lot. I've saved up - don't wake up! - And he thinks to himself: “The boy is right.” This will probably make some sense. Just how to teach him? Knock once and he’ll stretch his legs.”
I thought so, and asked:
- Whose scientist are you?
Danilushko told about himself.
Say, an orphan. I don’t remember my mother, and I don’t even know who my father was. They call him Danilka Nedokormish, but I don’t know what his father’s middle name and nickname are. He told how he was in the household and why he was driven away, how he spent the summer walking with a herd of cows, how he got caught in a fight.
Prokopich regretted:
- It’s not sweet, I see you, guy, have a hard life, and then you came to me. Our craftsmanship is strict.
Then he seemed angry and growled:
- Well, that's enough, that's enough! Look, what a talkative guy! With the tongue, not with the hands, everyone would work. A whole evening of balusters and balusters! The student too! I'll see tomorrow how good you are. Sit down to dinner, and it's time to go to bed.
Prokopich lived alone. His wife died a long time ago. Old lady Mitrofanovna, one of his neighbors, took care of his household. In the mornings she went to cook, cook something, clean up the hut, and in the evenings Prokopich himself managed what he needed.
After eating, Prokopich said:
- Lie down on the bench over there!
Danilushko took off his shoes, put his knapsack under his head, covered himself with a thread, shivered a little - you see, it was cold in the hut in the fall - but he soon fell asleep. Prokopich also lay down, but he couldn’t sleep: he couldn’t get the conversation about the malachite pattern out of his head. He tossed and turned, got up, lit a candle, and went to the machine - let’s try on this malachite board this way and that. It will close one edge, another... it will add a margin, it will subtract it. He puts it this way, turns it the other way, and it all turns out that the boy better pattern Understood.
- Here's to Nedokormishek! - Prokopich is amazed. - Nothing yet, nothing, but I pointed it out to the old master. What a peephole! What a peephole!
He quietly went into the closet and brought out a pillow and a large sheepskin coat. He slipped a pillow under Danilushka’s head and covered it with a sheepskin coat:
- Sleep, big-eyed!
But he didn’t wake up, he just turned on the other side, stretched out under his sheepskin coat - he felt warm - and let’s whistle lightly with his nose. Prokopich did not have his own guys, this Danilushko fell to his heart. The master stands there, admiring it, and Danilushko, you know, whistles and sleeps peacefully. Prokopich's concern is how to get this boy properly on his feet, so that he is not so skinny and unhealthy.
- Is it with his health that we can learn our skills? Dust, poison, will quickly wither away. First he should rest, get better, and then I’ll start teaching. There will be some sense, apparently.
The next day he says to Danilushka:
- At first you will help with the housework. This is the order I have. Understood? For the first time, go buy viburnum. She was overwhelmed with frost, and now she’s just in time for pies. Look, don't go too far. As much as you can type, that’s okay. Take some bread - there is some in the forest - and go to Mitrofanovna. I told her to bake you a couple of eggs and pour some milk into the little container. Understood?
The next day he says again:
- Catch me a louder goldfinch and a smarter tap dancer. Make sure they arrive by evening. Understood?
When Danilushko caught it and brought it back, Prokopyich says:
- Okay, not at all. Catch others.