For the rest of the decade, frankly speaking, the texts of the films, even the series, even the newest meter, were not quiet at all. Good, as a screenwriter, Fedir Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky, Ilf & Petrov did their best, or else he was a worker of the pen, for whom it was impossible not only to seem like heroes, but yak. This film is easy to quote, like "Dog's Heart". And not under the side of a garish writer, the screenwriter has to work on his own. Not leather, obviously, he is engaged in polishing the text, especially in serials, if the script is written on the knee before the shooting.
"Monk i bis" tsіkaviy shchey robot over the word. І є a chance to take root with the aphorisms of the quote from the film:

Having respected the writer Shakespeare: “From nothing and see nothing.”
“Do you want to know the mystery of lawlessness? If you don't love, you won't love."
"I'm not lying, but I'm lying."
"Wisdom, why such a camp is specific to the mind."
"The team is ready, but not yet"
"The people have trouble, wildness and dullness."
"At the framboise stand with strong amber"
"Yakscho all call and coldly judge by the hour ..."
"Zahvalіst is not an abomination. But an abomination can be worked out."

І a lot of orders taken by screenwriter Yuriy Arabov and director Mykola Dostal from the lives of the saints. I, maybe, from other dzherel.

"Pip Kobila to cook, but there's yoga and zberigaє."
"Bow Virodok, but become a Novgorodian!"
"Water to cool, and people to fornicate"
"They ate the ruins of the wood, they wiped themselves ..."

The language of Pushkin's era (the hour is fixed at the film) was revived in the light of today's great number of dialects and modern norms of different versions of the modern society. What is shown in the film. At the same time, all one and one razumіyut, the shards of the great stars of the mov radio and television broadcasting created a single language throughout the territory of Russia, in our Yaroslavl region they ceased to speak. Adzhe used to be, that a native of one region does not lead the minds of a native of another region, even though they said the stench of Russian language. I Dal's dictionary is a dictionary, for help, which can be transferred from Russian to Russian.

In the film, mi bachimo people from the people, for some, the language is overwritten by orders, the main hero and rector, which, judging by yoga, rush, waving for the people in the ranks, zavdyaki his grip, rozum, organizational vibes.
Insha mova at the clerk. Vin obviously spent a lot of time at the monastery, having received enlightenment, and, maybe, not bad, the shards know Latin and French:

"A lady in the capital and near a man's monastery... Nonsense. Aporia of Zeno..."
Have you read Plato's Dialogues? The shadows on the walls of the oven, the visible light is less than a reflection of real essences, but don’t stink yourself.
What sins do you commit in the monastery, or just shukav the monastery, exhausted by intellectual weakness, struggling with life's furnishings? In the script, on the request of the king, who is so sure: "A writer of the mystic world. Self-taught. I will need to know the zmalka."

Pure Russian at once from French, in the sum of two words to speak the king, who accompanies Yogo Benckendorff and sharpened.

Nareshti, Polish order of the authorship of the holy fool Koreyshi, what to stand apart, to put a law on food, why Polish? Why didn’t the Poles come to Russia to lose mine from the people?

One of the versions may have a similar address: collections of facets, like from the end of the 17th century, pleased readers of the middle class. The appearance of these selections showed that the relish of the Russian reader was becoming a coup. It became necessary not only serious historical stories, not only mournful “lives of the saints”, but also anecdotes, scenes that simple human faces paint, people with their weaknesses and vices.

Facetsiyae (Facetiae) in Western European literature were called short satirical and butovy novels. Viniknennya such novels were created next in the 12th-13th centuries, and especially popular in the era of the Renaissance. The Decameron by Boccaccio can be used as a literary butt. The first selections were written in Latin. Tsіkavіst fаtsіy led to the fact that the stench appeared in other languages: Italian, French, German, and then Polish. Viewer of Polish facies Yu. The orderly indicative of these expressions is clearly satirical in nature and those that were justified were "salted or peppered" ( Slone czy pierpzne).
Facecia often ended with a rhyme of a summary, as if it were dispersed like an aphorism or an adjective. Often, it was a folk saying, as it already appeared in the language.
For example, in the 17th century, the facets were translated by the Russian language and for a long time were expanded by samvidav, lists. There are nearly 30 lists. At the Russian lists, ring out the entry:

Frashki, or gluzuvannya;
Faketsi, or Polish jokes,
Significant laughter of Moscow;
Vіd five treatises proponated,
In Slovenian, from Poland, movi is ordered ... "

Among the facets, it is easy to recognize anecdotes that clarify facts:

"The thief is beautifully in the house of such a p'anitsa, that everything that is possible, drink without excess, both p'yanі ony, feeling the tatya in the house walking and whispering, to take it, but not to know anything, see to the new and move : “Brother, I don’t know, go here by night and whisper:“ I can’t know anything even by day.

Empty vag іnshiy budinok buvaє,
Who wants to drink all the time."

Translating often for the sake of the common language, leaving out the Polish version or taking the Polish words from the Russian text. There were such phrases: Do not vimagatime for the sake of the squad before the change.(It is not necessary for the sake of a wife for a Shahrai). Abo:" Nezabar will be between sventih venti, who will understand women vikrenti.

The facies successfully moved on with the Russian lubok and penetrated into the Russian literature. M. V. Lomonosov, putting on a facet in a parable (without a name), begins with an introduction, de talking about unacceptability (annoyance), like bringing friendship:

"Be good friends, that annoy you a lot.
I won’t say a word about women’s brunch:
Who is dear, for that, make a reception and a curse,
I want the truth, but at the same time, the gamanets is unarguable.
For the sake of the unbearable opposites,
Uperti words and spirnі vіdpovіdі".

Deyaki Sumarokova and Krylova are close behind the plots to facets. In Sumarokov's story "About the vpertu retinue" goes over the facets "About the words, like the meadow is not mowed, but cut ale", but in the baize is a super-rechka about those that are served on the steel - a gander or a pitching. I tell a fairy tale about "shorn, not shaved."

In such a rank, we don’t wonder that the Polish romanized order was tangled up in the Russian language with an inaccurate translation. Who knows, how long ago it was in use, until the movie was known, like a lot of quotes from the "tabloid literature" of the 18th century.

Monk i bis

Monk i bis. Scenario
No. 12, chest Yury Arabov
This script is written for the director Mikoli Dostal and for the new one. We tried to add Gogol's aesthetics of funny-terrible for the needs of today's Russian cinema. The result is visible beforehand: for the financing of the picture, they don’t get a penny.

Reshta to take revenge on the text.

Persian head. Chi is not that cadence

At the wooden gates, there was a knock. The lad-inok lifted his big duff, and before him a marvelous picture appeared. It was a dreary dangling plank, the gray sky was close, so that it was possible to hit it with a hand before the new, and here, standing on the threshold of the holy place, a chtiy man of the middle fates near a stained cassock and, regardless of indignation, flicker. The lad navіt rota vіdkriv vіd podivu, tim more scho scho vglyad mav smoky, skuf'ya on the head z'їhala nabіk, no writing, no swearing in priyshov not posterihalo.

Stepping on the territory of the monastery, yelling and falling to the ground.

What do you want, uncle? New?

Ivan Semenovich, I'm on fire!

As soon as the one who came, chantsi began to pick up, vіdіrvanі vіd vіdіkdennyh prіvіv ієyu wondrous appearance. One of them had a koshik made of beetroot, the other had a yoke with buckets filled with water. They stumbled, stingy for a while, not knowing that they were lying on the ground, but they drove it down and marveled at the low sky.

The rector appeared. At the cassock with wide sleeves, made of comfy linen fabric, ventilated in other coats, it is elegant and edgy in all its form. In front there was a big boy-inok, pointing at the bulge with his finger. Spiraling on an important tick, the abbot pidishov unknowingly and swindled over him. Sniffing up to the garou, I went into the mandriving.

Abbot (chenqiu). What caught, yak bovvan? Give me water!

Zasmuchuyuchi nekaplivіst inhabitant, he himself took from the yoke a bucket of water and throwing yoga on the unknown.

Raptom at the bushes, vocally sleeping unknown birds. The lad-inok, having felt his sleep, his mouth opened wider.

Rector. Scream yoga.

The Chentsi undertook to follow the order of the abbot, zirvali the mandrinnik, the shirt and stripped the yoga in the lower trousers, naked to the waist and with an important collar on the sunken chests.

Rector. Who will you be like this?

Ivan Semenovich Shaposhnikov Ivan. Semeniv syn.

In the cold water yogo tremtilo.

Rector. Why are there so many of you?

Ivan Semenovich: Two brothers and three sisters. Our rіd vіdomiy іz vіzvіv tsar Іoann Vasilyovich.

Rector. Tse less turbuє. Іz sisters come?

Ivan Semyonovich... Did the sisters need to call? Check, come.

Rector. Checked. That all the zhdaniki z'їli. Now let's talk about reception. Burn for what?

Ivan Semenovich For sins.

Rector. So big?

Ivan Semenovich More conic and less oxen scarf.

Rector. So, mayzhe saints. I don't have a place for such people. Everything has been resurrected by sinners, like a church for a week.

Ivan Semenovich ... And the governor-general came, the place knew ...

One of the chents. So the new one has a smut in the ports!

True, from Ivan Semenovich's portmanteau a head hung from behind - black, like an Ethiopian. Monk vyyav її zі stanіv і throwing a kalyuzha. Vaughn let out the dying dim and fell asleep.

Ivan Semenovich (please). From the Nilo-Sorsk desert I’m going. The skete is on fire.

Rector. Together from the empty?

Ivan Semyonovich (grumpily). How can the empty burn? Empty - for nothing, nigil. Having respected the writer Shakespeare: "From nothing and see nothing." Think with your head, Vladiko!

Rector. Do you know that the tit lit the sea?

Ivan Semenovich, how?

Rector. She waved her tail and proclaimed to everyone: "The sea is on fire!"

Ivan Semenovich

Rector. And the tension is with the one who won’t talk to me all the same. Don't kick me in the nose with Shakespeare. Go to the bath. Wash up. І axis to you the first rumor: go and boday zrіdka! 3 senior in rank.

Priyshov wanted to be rebuffed, but he shamen, shamen and only flickered. The abbot had drunk himself on the thought that he could not speak for two people. One grumpy and arrogant. The second is Syria and rubbish.

Rector (to the cheng-chyu boy). Do yoga.

Boy-inok And tse nightingale, Vladiko!

Vіn mav on uvazi spіv ptah, yaky not pripyavsya. The abbot threw a displeased glance at the honeysuckle bush. Having thought, having seen the lads, the linen potilnik.

Rector. It's a yellow month, is your head bad?!

The nightingale, nibi formed, snorting a sprat once and breathing in the spirit. The abbot majestically, spiraling on his club and setting his life ahead, pishov near his stone chambers. And Ivan Semenovich at the protilezhny bik - at the wooden climb, which stood on the birch of the river.

There is a lazy blue fire at the flood stove. This meant that the water was flowing and flowing alone with satisfaction.

The lad-inok Here, too, is cute that towel.

I showed it to the police.

Ivan Semenovich Adzhe in us it is said?

Boy-inok I don't know...

Ivan Semenovich Іkos uprikos, and kontakion and so ... Right? Cute is not cute, if the face is rotten?

At the price of the unfortunate night, there was nothing for a moment.

Ivan Semenovich... Do you know what you will think about me soon? Dear guest, what a soul, they call yoga, like a hedgehog.

Vin quietly laughed, rubbing dry palms. The lad zmovchav again.

Ivan Semyonovich (in an unmistakable toneless voice). And the lavender water, primkhliva for a full puffed up after a mіtsnogo obmivannya? And rubbing oil smells? Mistletoe, ginger and African lemon? Ethiopian princess of Palmyra?

The lad shook his head and mumbled unreasonably.

Ivan Semenovich (drawn). So no? Todі go zvіdsi i movchi.

Іnok vykotivsya in the front door and having closed the doors behind him. Vіdpochivav. I put the wooho to the door. Vіn feeling, like water flowing on the ground. Seeing the smell of hot steam, like, it was given up, squeezing through the crack of the wall.

The voice of Ivan Semyonovich is muffled. Why are you robish, ido? Lubricate x-want? To-boiling water is narizno, but the t-warmth is zahidle, chuv about that?

That same voice, but with a different intonation. That hot and warm ... And all the same province. Zhodnogo respect. French nobility no belmes. Fur'є do not read. And among the people there is darkness, wildness and dullness.

The voice of Ivan Semyonovich is muffled. T-so go star, why are you tormented and bored?

That same voice, but with a different intonation. Boil a kobila, but take care of it. Tse already I myself virishu. Please, without your help.

It was quiet for a while. For a while, just a chuv, like water flowing on a bed. Vіn already wanted to go, but with a raptom of yogo vuha marvelous, unreasonable sounds came up. First of all, it’s tormenting, or it’s drawn out with a high voice, but to rob it harmoniously and musically.

Voice of Ivan Semyonovich. Z-lock it! Almost її I can not.

That same voice, but with a different intonation. And I will anyway.

Musical stogins have been renewed and become especially rich. Inok, not knowing what the Scottish volinka was playing.

The wooden walls of the monastery were washed by a mighty cold river. On a high dzvіnitsі lingering tinkling dzvіn.

Chenzi and the novices went to the stone building for an evening meal.

With a broad gesture, he crossed the old style and siv at the center of yoga. Standing at the table and reading the corner of the life of St. Varlaam Khutinsky.

Black-read. "... The Reverend Varlaam, the miracle worker, was born in the name of rich fathers at the glorious city of Novgorod with the names of Alexis, but did not want to cory with their nadbannyam ..."

Or parenu ripu, jam peas and pivb'yanu porridge. The rector їv, like a mustache, silently watching over the new novice. Shaposhnikov, standing in the roman's lazne, his hair bulo clean, and greedy, loudly chewing and champing.

Black-read. “…After the death of the Batkiv, having given away all his maetok to his brothers, Alexis took black tonsure as a mentor of his priest Porfiry and became the bearer of the name Varlaam…”

The abbot looked at the porridge, remembering that Ivan Semyonovich put himself on another portion and stop, maybe, you can’t.

Ivan Semyonovich glanced at the plate, but didn't pinch his teeth.

Rector. Garna porridge?

Ivan Semenovich: The dead man said: “Good!” and falling asleep without being restless.

Rector. Take a plate from someone else and don't give it. (Zvertayuchis until chentsya-chitacha.) You read, read ... Why lock?

The chants passed a plate in front of Ivan Semyonovich. Vіn vostannє drenched її with a pick of life's bread and put the pick in your mouth.

Black-read. "...Shukav in the place for the resurrection of feats, and having become worthy of you on the birch of the Volkhov pommel, the titles of Khutin ..."

Ivan Semenovich… I don’t want to say the same… K-porridge is a true representative. Mr. General's porridge. At the taverns, they serve it worse.

Rector (with interest). And what about you, buvav at the shanks?

Ivan Semenovich P-had to.

Rector. І gіrku after drinking beer?

Ivan Semenovich Not once. Life and so sir. And I’m there at the service ... m-boy-state of the river, if the father has been involved. P-until the Lord called me, strimkuvat on the holy mysteries.

Rector. Are the stars born?

Ivan Semenovich, in honor of the glorious city of Torzhok.

Rector (condescendingly). From Torzhok... And how does the glorious city of Torzhok live - the capital of the Christian world?

Drinking sparks lit up in Yogo's eyes. It was obvious that the abbot wanted to find out about the miserable life, how tedious you are in your wilderness. Those people who were sitting at the table stopped chewing and marveled at the mandriving man. Navit read stumbled and read life ceased.

Ivan Semyonovich (having stopped stuttering). Dine at Pozharsky's in Torzhtsi. Eat fried cutlets and break without anything ... I don’t know what the place is alive, but I can tell you what the tavern is not to sleep, I can tell ... (Vin throwing a hungry look at the presented plate.) Two metropolitan writers arrived once before us. One long-haired bird in the form of a bird. Nіs, like dziob. The lightest, like a wind, and similar to a Negro. We washed the burnt cutlets. Don't you know what a cutlet is like, Vladiko? I bet you don't know...

The abbot glancing hard at the arrangement of peas by the plates. The “volodar’s” belligerence suffocated you, and you won’t correct the balaku novice.

Rector. You breshesh nicely... What is this cutlet?

Ivan Semenovich Wipe the chicken meat with a tassel, rolled in breadcrumbs and crushed not on the fire, but on the steam ... Until it is completely reddened ... so that the cow's butter, as if smeared with water, would start to drip down, similar to young erysipelas honey from grassy primrose, honey of the first spring pitching ... Do you know about such honey, having tasted it, Vladiko?

Rector. I have the best pasika...

Vіdlamav vіdlamav vіdlamav bread and vіdpraviv vіd roman, schob їsti famine i primazhiti sleen, yak rose in the form of a healthy excuse Shaposhnikova.

Ivan Semenovich Dobre, I'm talking to a good beekeeper. So I brought cutlets to writers. And the one in the bird’s guise, having chopped one cutlet with a knife in my presence and twisted a piece of white hair from it ... I myself became embarrassed, angry and frowning. And the one who is light, roared and shouted at me: “What are you giving me, unmitigated rilo ?! Did you ask me to bring you Katherine's peruk? Sounds to come to Peru? Tse, maybe, chicken pir'їni-s. There is no hair at the trigger, do you want to come to the hair? It’s impossible!.. ”And having guessed that our cook was whistling and appeared to lie at the framboise camp and with a strong amber, because the girl had inspired him the day before, until such a wine was spitting like a breeze ...

Rector (with tightness). And what, do you want to know?

Ivan Semenovich, no.

Rector (mrily). And I would vіdshmagav. Rіzkami with water. For tinsel, for all your secret suits!

Ivan Semenovich ... І I tezh. Alright, it's okay. Easy asking for an inkwell and a pen. Having written verses on the server, I forgot how. About fire cutlets. І having said to the one with the bird's faces: “Do not scold, brother! Why, don’t you, why is there one miracle of the world here? ”

Rector. Go cover it?

Ivan Semenovich, what do you think? Merya is also a person.

Rector. And Pozharsky?

Ivan Semenovich (specifying). Chi people out? We don't know.

Rector. I'm not talking about those. Who is not a friend of Kuzmi Minin, who, having vryatuvav our Batkivshchyna among the Latins and the Poles?

Ivan Semenovich Cutlets with hair, sir? You might as well…

The abbot for the hour of obmirkovuvav vіdpovіd. Potim krov rushed to youmu in disguise. With a strong fist, he struck the table with an important fist so that the clay plate cracked and fell on the pidlog.

Rector. Why shut up? Read!

Vіn vіdvazhiv potilnik chentsyu-chitachevі.

Chenets-chitets (sleeping and chanting). “... Once, if the bishops, letting in Varlaam’s sight, asking for him to come back to me, the reverend priest: “Vladiko my saints! If God bless the glorious and all-commemorative apostles at the first day of this fast, on Friday I will come on a sleigh until the blessing of your Eminence ... "Indeed, at night on the fifth of the first day of Petrov's post, I fell snow on the second arshin on a summer day ... "

Rector (hanging over the table). Mean so! Hear me respectfully! (Looking yogo boov grizny, like a broken beak, and everyone who sat at the evening meal became very frightened.) I won’t make you happy for that anymore. I can't pinch peas on you.

Ivan Semyonovich pulled his head into his shoulders and nodded pitifully.

Rector. If you want to be left behind at the holy monastery under God's rule, then you will fix the well for the monastery. Are you kind?

Ivan Semenovich: Whoever is kind, to him is a beaver. And whoever is not kind, in order to live.

Rector. Same. If їzh for two, then popratsyuy for two. Price tobі on kіlka tizhnіv. Krynitsa is old-fashioned, zanedbana, but for the old hours of the healing bula. (Winning up from the table.) For thee, O Lord, that thou hast nurtured Thy earthly blessings. Do not forget us and Your heavenly Kingdom, but as among the disciples of Your coming to Thee Savior, come before us and save us... Amen.

Spiraling on the club, pishov from the refectory. For an hour we were mumbling, worrying about what happened. Let's sweat the lad-inok, pitifully pacing: “Down with you, uncle! Zovsim perished!.. "

Ivan Semyonovich And I didn't die. I am a carpenter for children.

Single-eyed black. There is no need here ... Here you can draw water ... Water is black, evil!

Ivan Semyonovich was deep in thought and let go of his cholo in folds. Navit povyakchasna joviality has deprived yogo.

Ivan Semyonovich (I'm starting to repent). And in-age, my right hand is dry and my left leg is visible ...

Vіdpovіddu yoma boulo gliboke movchannya.

A wooden block of a well standing at a deep hollow, with its bottom passing through a narrow stream. The zrub was blackened at the hour and it was covered with moss, small mushrooms on thin legs were washed from it. Ivan Semyonovich looked at the well and did not shake his breath. The black water came up to the brink of the maya. Lowering his hand, fumbling at the water and sighing softly... The fingers were covered with dark slime.

Ivan Semyonovich, you should sit there!

Rector. Mabut, well-did.

Vіn having thrown a couple of ceberas to Ivan Semyonovich's nіg.

Ivan Semenovich, what's the price?

Rector. What are you, scooping with a spoon? Chi tongue?

Vіn buv of satisfaction. At the head of the balakuchy Ivan Semyonovich, he was already driven out of the monastery, and now he needed more than a year, so that he could bring his vision right into life.

Singing sobі nіd nіs psalm, vіn pіshov from the hollow.

The non-self-motivated Ivan Semyonovich glanced shamelessly at the group of Chentsi who were standing in the distance. Falling on the left leg, I went to them.

Ivan Semenovich, what is it, b-brothers? What is testing?

Single-eyed black. Come see us.

Ivan Semenovich: And the yak-well? Follow me?

Single-eyed black. Here a regiment of soldiers does not run into. Aja needs to scoop to the bottom.

Ivan Semenovich (to clarify). To the dregs? Kolodyaz?

One of the chents. What did you think? Shchob brud usyu viliti, it is necessary to the bottom.

Ivan Semyonovich (having stopped stuttering). I only? Aje tse is not a sea, but nothing more than a well. Be a freak, but become a Novgorodian! (Vіn robiv kіlka sіdіdan. Zignuv right hand in likі і pokas neіsnuyuchi m'yazi.) Stand in lansyug and pour rotten water into the glass. (Rushing to the pit. Scooping up the black rubble with one bucket and handing over the money, standing nearby.) Break in! Otherwise, we won’t fit in to the Other One.

The wind blew like a French chentsi and blew into a glass.

Ivan Semenovich needs more water! Two is not enough!

The lad-schemnik, passing by, waded and wobbled: to fight the krinitsa to stand with the bagator hand of the yazichnitsky miracle. The head of a new type of Ivan Semenovich, and rich hands near the skin - behind the filling wind. The boy did not know the Indian pantheon and did not recognize Shiva. Just shaking his head and crossing himself.

That nі, it was more than a bachelor. Ivan Semenovich is the same, only merriment and joy. Empty cebras are passed to the well, there they look like a ford and run farther to the stream.

The Chentsi were weary, but Ivan Semyonovich wanted to know. Moreover, having thrown off the wines of his worn clothes from the ash-shkiri, the trousers of the coat, and poured water at the krizhan.

One of the chents. God is with you! You'll catch a cold!

Ivan Semenovich The water is cold, and the people are fornicating. What's hotter?

One of the chents. Don't know.

Ivan Semenovich I tezh. Trim the wind on the axle!

І vіn having stretched out the wind, filled with ford. It sang like a lansy and was poured into a glass.

The water in the glass at that hour became black and began to emerge from the banks.

The rector immediately folded the sheet to the archbishop. The clerk stood behind the desk and with a goose pen typed words on paper, as if dictating Vladik to you.

Rector (dictation). “Your Eminence! During the drier summer and late autumn, mushrooms were collected by twenty pounds less, lower at the past, and even more from worms, so it was not possible to prepare enough for the winter in abundance ... "Do you think you need about worms?

clerk. If everything is called and judged coldly in the hour, then it would not be warto b.

Rector. Why?

clerk. Khrobak can use yoga strength.

Rector. Garazd. Don't need a hrobak.

Obviously, the clerk was a confidant: the abbot spoke to him on an equal footing.

Rector. Write from a new row... “And the cranes took no more than sixty boxes, the swamps dried up, and everything that was left was a witch, which the local forests and motors have for us, for the beast...” Like guessing, you need a witch?

PISAR (biting his pen mrily). If everything is called and judged coldly in the hour, then it is not required.

Rector. Why?

clerk. You can take a bear to your quarters.

Rector. Go ahead.

The clerk soaked his pen in the inkwell and passed a bold line on the paper. The abbot thought and looked at the window, looking up.

Rector. Write further: “But if you wanted to and droned maybe two months, but still they brought good linden honey near the linden pitching, so I send you until the Day of your namesake and I ask your Holy Prayers. And I also ask for a walnut olive and a candle in exchange for a whisk, which I sent you earlier ... Well, how?

The clerk did not hurry from the beginning of the day and continued to bite the pen.

clerk. That everything is called and coldly judge in the hour ...

Rector. That th?

clerk. Nothing is required. Surely you can help us. Write that it was a miracle. The sun was hot. The grass has grown.

Rector. Why?

clerk. To that nevrozhay against your interests. Say, it’s nasty to cope with the right and send it to a distant eparchy from the eyes of a getaway.

clerk. Have you forgotten about Kamchatka?

The priest thought. After saying pause.

Rector. Garazd wised up. The sun was shining, the grass was growing... Ale about yalin and candles. I want to ask someone else for a new one...

Pisar lowered his shoulders.

clerk. Just judge in the hour, ask only holy prayers. Give exactly.

At this hour, a lad-ink ran into the cell.

Boy-inok Done!

Rector. I'm too hard for you, so you didn't enter without knocking?

Vіn got the lad by the ear and vіdder like a moment. The boy was crying.

Rector. What are you ready? I de?

Boy-inok (crunchy tears). Kolodyaz ... Kolodyaz ready!

The abbot marveled at the hour of the hour, like a new one on the table.

Rector. So two years have not passed ... What do you want, brother, to twist?

The abbot is out of trouble to the zanedbanoy krinitsa. Zzadu yogo biga shriveled clerk-secretary, who didn’t care for the need to finish the sheet, the situation with the krinitsa bula tsikavisha, lower like a paper, don’t go up to a significant spiritual person. From a shkiryan portfolio, like a vin nіs, washing a wooden kіvsh.

Pіdіyshovshi, offended commemorated that the chants were standing in a rut and anxiously peeping at the well, moving about among themselves. Having baptized the abbot, they parted, like the leaders of the Red Sea before the prophet Moses.

The abbot looked at the well.

Rector. And de Ivan Semyonov son?

Single-eyed black. Znik. Mabut, drink water, pishov.

Rector. So here drive to the waist!

Single-eyed black. It was up to the waist, but it became twenty fathoms at the mud, no less.

The abbot chiseled over the log, lowering the wind at the new one, the hero and sniffing the water.

Rector (pisarevі). Give me a qivsh.

The pisar prostyazh to you of the cuttings of the wooden kіvsh, the back of the supplies. The abbot scooped up water from the wind and drank it with one shovel.

The Chenci became alert, tensed up, for the rector was swidky for reprisals and spit on the swedish for the Swedish sirnik.

The abbot had made one kovtok from the ladle, the other ... Wiped with a harsh ruin.

Rector. Licorice water!

Here we all relaxed, started talking: “That licorice is pure. I tear to tears ... "

The abbot chuckled over the cut. Shouting at the gap to the tovshu drive.

Rector. Ivan Semyonov son!

Ivan Semenovich (dissatisfied). But then why am I screaming?

Vіn sіdіv, vyyavlyаєєєєєєєєєєєєє, bіlya protilazhnogo kіntsya zrubu і drying on obscure sun wet onuchі, rozklyavshi їх on wooden places.

Rector. I'm nothing... And why are you?

Ivan Semenovich, and I'm from Torzhok as a dear friend. Yshov for pivnich, and come for pivnich. Can't you find a hot tea?

The abbot wanted to hit the wooden ladle on the head. Ale streamavsya and overkill yourself.

Rector (in charge of orders). Brew youmu with dried linden. (Turning back to Ivan Semyonovich.) Confess tomorrow. I will partake of you.

Vіn having said about tse yak about blessing. Having crossed the well at once, Ivan Semenovich and killed him.

Rector. What do you say?

Vin turned to his secretary. The clerk at the sumnivі pіdtisnuv thin lips.

clerk. Chi is not that cadence. Illusion smell.

Rector. Axis and I'm talking about those. Do you think that the cadence is sumnivny?

clerk. Have you read Plato's Dialogues? The shadows on the walls of the oven, the visible light is less than a reflection of real essences, but the stench itself. Comprenov?

Rector (thinking). It would be necessary to obshukati the yogo cell, if yogo is not available.

clerk. Argument adrem!

Rector. Rest in me for assault. Most calm of all!

clerk. Repent!

Rector. I would repent. The kind scho without assault bude? I will say nothing.

Vіn sighed importantly, marveling at the distant forest and thrusting the wooden pitcher at the secretary's briefcase.

The rector served the liturgy. Vіn standing white to the Throne at the vіvtarі and reading a prayer over the Holy Gifts.

Rector. Lord, having sent Your Most Holy Spirit to Your apostles, Yogo, Good One, do not see us! Amen! Amen! Amen! (Quietly to the deacon.) Wonder, Ivan Semyonov, how is it here?

The deacon looked out from the vvtar, having repaired the pivnіchnі doors, but did not mention Ivan Semenovich anywhere. The Chentsi stood like a black moore and prayed earnestly.

Deacon. Nope.

Rector (voice). God bless you! Forget, now and forever, and for ever and ever, amen!

At one o'clock Ivan Semyonovich ran to the church. Hair yogo bulo skuyovdzhene, under the right eye of black is a great blue. Nemov bozhevilniy, vіn obvіv look around the church. I know the eyes of the deacon, who at this hour went out of the vіvtar.

Ivan Semenovich (muddy, in the greatest honor). I'll tell you... N-priest. There is such a thing on the right that you can’t scream ...

Deacon. Check now. You need to come right now!

Win pishov y vivtar. Ivan Semyonovich thumped on his knees in front of the holy Roses and began to bang his head about the lie. Rozp'yatty whimpered.

Nezabar from vvtar Viyshov the rector of a simple cassock. Religious ecstasy Ivan Semyonovich did not manage to make a deep impression. Fight against the unacceptable feelings of your own, win pіdіyshov to the lectern, for whom lay the Cross and the Gospel. Ivan Semyonovich, having baptized the rector, raised the priest to the new level.

The abbot, so as not to say rude things, squashing his eyes and reading to himself the prayer “Let God come to resurrection, and Yogo be smitten…”.

Flattening the eyes. Ivan Semenovich standing bent over the lectern.

Rector (dryly). Why are you complaining?

Ivan Semyonovich Everything.

Rector. And how do you think?

Ivan Semenovich: There is no such sin that I would not have tasted!

Shaposhnikov, having said it with annoyance, looked like the abbot shuddered. Vіn z perelyak marveling at chentsіv, chi smell the stench. Such words could bring anyone into peace. Alechenzi prayed earnestly and, it seemed, did not think that Ivan Semyonovich blurted out.

Rector (whispers). So, everyone?

Ivan Semyonovich sighed and nodded his head.

Rector (calling quietly). At the beating?

Ivan Semyonovich: What kind of vbivstvі? Knowing me, Vladiko?!

Rector. At the thief?

Ivan Semenovich… Is that bad for Russia?

Rector. Do false?

Ivan Semenovich Dig deeper. The worst sin…

Ivan Semenovich: I don't know the woman and I don't want to know.

Rector. Nikoli nikola?

Ivan Semyonovich: But why is valor like that for the glory of the world?

Rector (beginning to boil). Look, everyone knew, but they didn’t know wine! Hiba tse not zukhvalist?

Ivan Semenovich: Zukhvalіst is not an abomination. And you can try the guide.

Rector (taking it in his hands). Garazd. I understand everything for you. You are proud. Napoleon. Tse OK treba, who drove here! Sansculotte ti, brother, axis ti hto!

Ivan Semenovich The Convention has not been seen for a long time...

Rector. And you are proud to choke you without a proper convention! Repent in pride!

Ivan Semenovich, I can, but only if I can help you to receive.

Rector. I don't need much. You got ready to spovidi, canons vychituvav?

Ivan Semenovich, I’m talking about childishness and nothing, krіm grass, don’t їm! Sneety, that stinger, that troch of beer!

Rector. Drink, but without me. І vzagali what do you want, now come?

Ivan Semyonovich… About the worst sin of rhetoric… May I?

Rector (crossing himself groggily). Well... Speak!

Ivan Semyonovich hooted, stumbled, not knowing how to start and why. Rector, getting ready to the top, nervously fiddling with wooden chotki.

Ivan Semyonovich (in a terrible whisper). Love in my soul is inexhaustible ...

Rector (shuddering). Until what?

Ivan Semenovich To everything. Until the creatures of the earth, heaven and underwater. That's right, dear people ... (Heavy sighing and looking down.) I run horse under my foot, and my heart clenched in pity. I will cross the yogo. The sight of a homeless mow and that worse - the heart is torn.

Rector. What about people?

Ivan Semenovich... It's scary to say about a person... I love so much that I can't live without her. Especially without a human enemy.

The rector did not properly evaluate the phrase.

Rector. Strive, strivat... Do you love your enemies?

Ivan Semenovich Such a weakness.

Rector. І gates of the Church of Christ?

Ivan Semenovich, tsikh - especially.

Rector. New?

Ivan Semyonovich, if the stench would come voluntarily to our room.

Rector. And if you don't want to?

Ivan Semenovich.

Rector. Now my heart is clenched... Shoot it off! (Vіn vytyag z kishenі khustka і viter z chola pіt.) That's all, what?

Ivan Semenovich Not all. I repent of kindness nevimovnoy. In the presence of greediness. At self-sacrifice, at all-forgiving wisdom.

Rector. What?

Ivan Semenovich (explaining). Wisdom. Such a stand. Specific

ske. Have you tried it, vladiko?

Rector. Ni. God is merciful.

Ivan Semyonovich… And it’s fast in me. Siju, used to, bіlya vіkna, marvel at the long life and contemplate: wisdom. I can’t take anything from myself. Wise, and everything is here!

Rector. Vice is heavy.

Ivan Semenovich... I'm talking about. Let go of sins, Vladiko?

Rector. Do a haircut... Don't squirt me. (Vin wrinkling his forehead, thinking about it carefully. Thinking, saying firmly.) I can’t admit sins.

Ivan Semyonovich (disappointingly). I don't want it, but I got it right... I thought so.

Rector (uniquely vіdpovіdі). It's just that you musish himself at my door, and not me in you.

Ivan Semenovich ... I can’t lie behind the rank ...

Rector. I in the service of you are not bound by language. You don’t have to stand until the end… Go, brother, go!

Ivan Semenovich, where should I go?

Rector. Wherever you want. Go to the river... (Yogo's appearance brightened in a rapt voice.) Ribi is less evil. And I'll smoke for important guests. Aje before me and the archbishop comes, and vzagali ...

Ivan Semenovich… I didn’t catch any…

Rector. Tse is simple. Spit on the hook and throw it near the water... Take wood to your brothers. Go, my soul, go. For I need communion at once.

Ivan Semenovich... And I want to take communion...

Rector (with a sigh). You scho, kidnapped in your head? Not at all. Tobi tse zovsіm not to lich. Axis Rose a kiss and finish it ... Go, brother, go star!

Ivan Semenovich sighed heavily.

Rector. And blue breeches here?

Ivan Semyonovich… That’s right… Sam stole the eye. And I thought: the blue is not a enemy, like a zіyde, so і wyde.

Rector. I'm right. Take it sometimes. It’s not a good guest to sit and move closer, if we can’t hurry.

Vіn becoming meticulously tidy up from the lectern the Gospel and Rozp'yattya. Ivan Semyonovich wanted to kiss his lips to the cross, but the rector of Rozp'yattya vіdsmiknuv and kissed to the new without giving. Nodding his head towards the great wooden cross that he was standing on the canon.

Ivan Semyonovich sank down before the cross and kissed the feet of the Savior. Looking around anxiously, get out of the church.

The abbot, having checked himself, if he was drunk, pidijshov to the wooden cross and diligently made a harsh place, where Ivan Semyonovich was healthy.

…Vіn pryamuvav to the monastic buildings in the brightest crock of a fierce administrator ready for anything. Behind him, the secretary was covered with his portfolio. In front of the big boy-inok.

Rector. Chi exactly pishov?

Cotton-inok, well. Taking the wood and pishov on the river.

Rector. And how to behave in a cell? Chi is not spoiling?

Boy-inok, do not spoil. Ale pray zavazhє.

Rector. Why?

Boy-inok To make more noise. Now it’s a loud knock, a nibi zhorn rolls on a pidloz, then a wild stogin, and sometimes a laugh.

The abbot threw a promotional glance at the clerk.

Rector. Are you sensible?

clerk. It is said about the whole life. God will be the church, but the devil will arrive. Noel is quite peresichna.

Rector (sobi pіd nіs). I'll destroy the qiu noel... I won't let you into the monastery any time before me!

Morning stench went up to the fraternal corps.

The abbot sniffed, why is the dog in the water. The matting on the bed was winter and winter, the icon of the Savior lay on the bed.

Rector (to the cheng-chyu boy). Wonder why there is nothing in your yogo bed ... Mabut, steal and eat peas ...

The lad-inok began to rush in tsinіvtsі. Vtіm, obshuk viyshov short, more up to the hands once drank like a marvelous object. The lad is by no means such a bachelor: something for the toilet, something the devil knows, you won’t figure it out at once ...

Vіn viklav їх on the bed in front of the rector. He looked at them and roared wildly.

The lad crossed his throat in amazement, for the rector's laugh was terrifying for anger. And the rector regotov and regotov. І zupinitis nіyak not a moment.

In front of him on the monastic bed lay a lady's cap, a bonnet and papillots.

Vіn raptom, grabbing the clap by the breasts, sticking it to himself in such a way that the cassock rattled and cracked on the edge.

Rector. Up to me what a bitch son! Negaino! Negaino! Before me!

Three women stood on the wooden places and rinsed in the cold whiteness.

One of the grandmothers. And what is the statue?

Vaughn is small on Ivan Semyonovich's uvaz, like a tall one on a birch, like a statue, with a voice in front.

Ore. Who will you be?

Ivan Semenovich, fisherman. And you?

Ore. And I am a shameless ore. Take your pidbury. And then the shalaboli bovtayutsya, the women lykayutsya.

Babies roared wildly.

Ivan Semyonovich, I can't. Meni my good luck dear.

Ore. And like me, can you be evil?

Ivan Semenovich (honestly). Ni.

Ore. Get out, you fool, not a fisherman. There was no riba here.

Ivan Semyonovich... Well, they sent me... So, yes.

Ore. They sent it, don't go there. Did you dig up a worm?

Ivan Semyonovich Don't... They told me to spit on the hook. I all.

Ore. Your jack, like a spider. You won't get close.

Ivan Semyonovich (absolutely embarrassed). And w-well, you, piety, you don’t have a penny ... (Rolling up to no one.) Axis scho n-arobiv, bastard! How do you move me!

Ivan Semenovich (do not hesitate). Piety - tse zabobon. Rousseau reading?

Ivan Semenovich (zaїkayuchis). Why?

Ivan Semenovich (do not hesitate). It's necessary. Read. My original. I will write you from Paris.

One zhіnka іnsha. That wine itself seems to be. behavior!

Ore. Whom is it better to trim at the monasteries? It's fun, like a yellow booth!

The stench quickly picked up their whiteness and went to the village, fearfully looking around at Ivan Semyonovich.

Ivan Semenovich (rich). Like Iona climbed into the belly of a whale, so salmon and chum salmon come here ... (To your own.) Throw!

Ivan Semenovich (zaїkayuchis). And p-spit n-necessary?

Ivan Semenovich (do not hesitate). Yak you want.

Vin thought, marveling at the hook, and still spitting. Unhappily throwing hair near the water. Gachok fell right on the shore in the milky waters.

Raptom near the water, a gigantic shadow loomed. The fox tensed up. Vudka wanted to get out of the hands of Ivan Semyonovich, they tried to bite into her and, with inertia, flew near the water.

On the writing table were laid out terrible proofs found in the novice's cell - a hood, a cap and papillots. Fire crackled in the fireplace. The abbot sat at the wooden chair and in the eyes of Ivan Semenovich troch zadrom.

Raptom prokinuvsya in the presence of a rustling ... Rubbed his eyes and with a flicker huddled from his armchair.

In front of him sat a temple of a spiritual disguise in a luxurious hood and with a great panagia on his chest, the image on which, however, was erased and in the dark in the eyes was not visible. In appearance, the archimandrite is like a great monastery, no less.

Spiritual person. What are you, brother, so disbanded?

In the voice of Yogo, the abbot was internally trembling. Shchos Bulo in a new mandate, a general. The guise of an ascetic with penetrating gostrimi eyes did not fill up with sumnіvіv: the abbot will have a great deal. Learn only about whom and for what ...

Rector. Soromlennya in zasoba ... There is no such thing as the least necessary in the monastery, the candle is not silent.

Spiritual person. And rubbish at the soul?

Rector. Іst to stitch. And what are the stars… Your Eminence? Chi not zі capitals?

Spiritual person. From the Tomsk province. Kumandy monastery named after St. Homi the unbelievable. Chuv about this?

Rector. Come on, guess.

The archimandrite thoughtfully took a papillot from his hand, put it up to his eyes, and put a hand on the hood.

Spiritual person. So…

Rector. That tse ... Boys of one. Idleness. I want to vodderti for the vuha and let me in ...

Spiritual person. Himself vlasi twist chi else?

Rector (importantly). Inshim.

Spiritual person. So, a barber.

Rector. Possibly. Ale vin tse rob without the help of the public.

Spiritual person. Ale, perhaps, for їhnої spiritualї koristі. The presumption of innocence ... Is that a presumption in your monastery?

Rector. Everything is here. Ale, I haven’t done such a thing yet.

Spiritual person. And in me є. We successfully get it in accordance with the church charter and Roman law;

Rector Presumption... Would you like some thyme?

Spiritual person (dryly). I drink more sirah water. (After a pause.) Why are you married to blessed Ivan, hegumen? What are you living in?

Rector. Tse vie about whom?

Spiritual person. About Ivan Semyonov son. Adzhe vin mayzhe saints. (The appearance of yoga began to hurt painfully, the lips twisted, and became restless and terrible.) Glory about the new one to live in front. From youth to go to monasteries. Meek, like a lamb. Work miracles. Marvel, canonize yoga through the repetition of thousands of fates, what do you say? How do you sleep?

Rector. I won't say anything after a thousand years.

Spiritual person. Come out, others will speak for you. Buv, movlyav, on earth there is one narrow-minded igumen. Living the world. Burying live near the ground. Biv i gnav. I would use yoga in your place.

Rector. Where do you get this shovel?

Spiritual person. Where do you want. Having approached bi to itself. Having trusted the bi treasure that management. Preparing the change. You are not young. You can’t get hold of bagatma. Sleep at night, and upon sleep - a blow. And maybe, even worse - in the ranking service for a week. And here - a man, you can bow down to a yak forever. Our people. Make up your abode all over the earth. Come to the monastery to break up.

Rector. Beat God, how can there be supplies here?

Spiritual person. And forget about the earth? Helpers themselves write them together from the villagers and with flooded bows. And they will stand on their knees, having accepted these villages. (He frowned forward, frowning and marveling at the gumenov right in his eyes.) Don't forget about foxes, your lamb head! Fox, it would have been better, the best thing on the right, if you stand. What is the new melancholy? Only mosquitoes and huts. Ale, if you lie down, you will turn into gold. The tree is planted at the price. Virubaesh, sell it, and ask Ivan Semenovich to whom to sell it. On Skhid chi Zahid. Guess what. I don't have mercy on anyone. You are together with a gesheft, in the monastery there are candles and an olії, like a dream... It's easy to breathe and it's easy to live. Only the wind walks in the cold desert here and there, here and there ... Phew! (Vin sees a whistling sound with his lips.) That's it! (Standing up and adjusting his mantle on himself). I sat in you. It's time for the road. The path to Kumandi is short.

Rector. Rosemary. Command є Command.

Spiritual person. Team is a nіsenіtnitsa. Ale, service - a pose of remembrance. Goodbye!

Vin straightened to the door.

Rector. Why don't you take yoga yourself? At Commandu?

Spiritual person. The team is ready, but not yet.

Viyshov from the cell and having closed the doors behind him.

Igumen for an hour standing in the middle of the office, picking up thoughts and wrinkling his cholo. Then we raptom vibig at the clerk with a cry.

Rector. Cross... Have a new cross?

The clerk sits in his place, instead of thundering battles. The hegumen looked at the riddles that Yogo hooted, grabbing the clerk by the breasts.

Rector. Chi buv at the new chest cross chi nі?

clerk. Which lady can have a breast cross?

Rector. What are you weaving?

clerk. Healthy taka, debela ... Thirty-three nasolodi. I seem to be recognized ... I seem to be possible, but to others, it seems, it is not possible ... I already do not know what to think. A Moscow woman and a man's monastery... Nonsense. Aporia of Zeno...

Rector. P'yany ti, chi scho?

clerk. And you smell the little one. She let in vipadkovo. Do you understand? Hirska lavender. Water from suspension. Not for our wilderness.

Vіn having stretched out the batiste khustka to the hegumen with a heart embroidered on the new one.

He sniffed and began to cough unselfishly.

Raptom at the corridor, I felt some kind of homin. Three chents brought into the cell a majestic riba, ten yards long. Two trims її at the edges, and one clasp on the shoulder, moving the cuff beam. Ribi bula's head is round, mayzhe human. From the bottom of the nose, the whiskers looked out, and on the head there were small ribs.

Rector. What is it? New?

Ivan Semenovich... You yourself p-asked... For the glory of God. And r-ribin w-Skoda. It's not her fault.

Riba marveled at them with her round sumptuous eye and sighed gravely.

Ivan Semyonovich's hands were twisted with tovstoy stump, and his legs were tied together with a sea rope.

Ivan Semenovich: And n-legs now?

Rector. So you don't come back.

Ivan Semenovich: And r-hands?

Rector. Shchob at the nose did not kolupavsya.

Sitting on a wooden bench and marveling, like a chance they spoof Ivan Semenovich, like an Egyptian mummy.

Rector. Shut up the 1st company of you. And then with sips of sipatime, like peas.

Vin served a batiste khustka with an erysipelatous heart. Chentsi slammed yoga to the mouth of Ivan Semyonovich. That one, having begun to cough, that stop.

Rector. Bring yoga to the pier, fathers!

There was a wooden pier standing on a narrow slab. Ivan Semyonovich, who was tied up, was entangled on the new one, who became lagid, movable and marveling at the eyes wide open in the clear sky. Hmari pishli. The red sun set for the obry.

Rector. Lord, Living Shlyakha, chanting with Your servant Josip, chant, Vladiko, and Your servant Ivan, be it any restlessness and slandering of will, peace and good will, and turn more powerful!

Pisar (whispers). And about the turn you said for nothing!

Rector. I'm sure Vin doesn't smell...

I showing his eyes to the sky. Hitting the church door. The Chenci lifted the slab in front of the pier and shoved it down with batogs, letting it flow.

The abbot thoughtfully marveled at the stove, which he saw in the new one. Crossed over and, spiraling on a club, pishov at the monastery.

Raptom vin feeling like screams behind him. Looking around. Pliv slab against leaks. Whom didn’t have any daily sums. The axis of the river flowed down the birch bark, the axis, like children's boats, swept yellow leaves behind it.

Ale plit ishov against them. Approaching the pier and importantly tickling her wooden side. The rector reminded that Ivan Semyonovich, like before, was unruly - to lie on the back of ties and marvel in the clear sky.

abbot Fuck yoga! Drive to the encore!

Ale yogo call buv marny. Some of the Chentsi have already stood on their knees, inflicted by God's miracle, some of them have baptized themselves and reiterated a prayer against evil spirits.

Seeing that you don’t make porridge with them, the abbot rushed to the pier, leaning on his mustache, breaking the slab into the shore.

Ivan Semyonovich sighed heavily and loudly. Stove, having thought for a while and nibi having waited for it from the current, pishov down, ale raptom sharply changing straight ahead and again raiding the pier. So raided that the abbot fell on the boards with a heavy blow.

The church ringing stopped ringing. There was a profound calmness in the whole Christian land. The abbot sat on the wharf and marveled with hatred at the tied Ivan Semyonovich.

The swaddled Ivan Semyonovich was placed in front of the rector at the vertical camp. Sob the body didn’t fall, the stench kicked it from the sides.

Rector. Rozvyazuvati is not required. I Khustka from the company is not required. (Vіn pіdіyshov to Ivan Semyonovich, respectfully admiring to his eyes.) So, comrade with water?

Ivan Semenovich only started to notice.

Rector. Bіlizna Pratimesh. What is unsuitable? I can't smell it!

Winning out of the company of Ivan Semenovich Khustka.

Ivan Semenovich We drank the porti on the board, we blew it to ourselves ...

Rector. I thought so. (I again shut up youma's mouth with a bite). You live there. At the portomine. I do not get on my eyes, for I will come. (Giving order to the chents.) Vіdnesіt іlo.

Ivan Semyonovich was taken into the corridor.

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Hieronymus Bosch. "Saint Anthony's Peace". 1505-1506

Broke another. Zhila-bula resora

On the way, a marvelous procession rode: gendarmes in front and behind, in front - two coaches, gleaming with gold and with a double-headed eagle on the doors, cognacs on the right, high school, knocking with hoards, dumb seams: tsok, tsok, tsok ... fall on a knee and fall asleep, for example, the march of the Preobrazhensky regiment, or else what else ...

Dzvonar pobachiv їх іz dzvіnitsі і trohi svіdomіst not zomlіv vіd zhakhu. Having begun ringing in the dzvіn for the whole district, the chantsi hung out of the cells, threw the good work that rumor, the rector himself came running from the secretary to the dvіnitsyu.

Rector (sounding the trumpet). What are you talking about, fool? Wait, what's up?

Zvonar. Hirshe…

Vіn waving his hands and beat in dzvіn ceasing.

Rector. Hiba can be schos higher for a pozhezhu?

clerk. Maybe. The arrival of the clearest calling ...

The abbot waved his hands at the new one, crossed herself, and clasped her hand over her heart.

The gates of the monastery were opened. They had one gendarme on their back, then another, then a third... And then two carriages appeared.

Those who arrived filled up the entire monastery door. Zupinilis in silence. A little bulo, how to make noise at the height of the wind.

The doors of the first carriage were opened, and from it a fine young man of majestic growth with whiskers stood up and such a grand look that he seemed to want to climb on the wall.

Mikola Pavlovich ... Well, dear! Why did God punish me with such roads? Who vodpovist? Oleksandra Khristoforovich, my soul… Why are you cursed by the family of Russia?

The abbot chomus vyrishiv, that they themselves turn to the new and that they are guilty of their spiritual knowledge, they can earnestly vouch for the uneasy supply.

Rector. If we judge in a good hour and non-human minds, then we don’t need roads for us ... and insanely shodlivy.

Mikola Pavlovich, move on, old man! Then I'm not you.

Although the stench was about the same age, ale that who arrived, seeing himself as clearly young.

On the other side of the carriage, the viishov may be so very red, only a troch less for the occasion, but with straightening and whiskers, he could be crossed with the first one. Yakіsnі buli vusa, thoroughbred. І tsya breed both once fell into vіchі.

Another prisiv navpochipki and marveling at the wheels of the carriage.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). Come on, your majesty, our dearly ends on a minor note. Resora is dead. That wheel is under a threat.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). And I'm zavzhdi buv against the leafy English resori. Who is more likely to get to Russia?

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). To be honest, I wrote a dozen spring coaches from London.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). So, tsey old maє raciyu? (He pointed his eyes at the rector.) Why don’t we need roads and we don’t need carriages?

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). I wouldn't say so. The old dark one, like a boil. I want to expand the darkness of qiu to the whole camp.

The abbot's lips trembled. Vіdchuv, scho seem to yourself about the new one. As for leaving a straw, I winced with a glance at the clerk. That little hand-written miniature, which she depicted Sovereign Mikola Pavlovich for the last time, and showed to the rector. That one, looking at the portrait, looked even bigger and fell to her knees. Behind him, all the citizens, all the inhabitants fell to the ground.

Mikola Pavlovich (Russian). Get up, old man. What kind of intelligence? We still live in the illuminated capital, and now the camps of zaboboni are not in honor.

Prote behind the voice of the sovereign felt that he was satisfied. He went to the abbot, having tried by force to lift yoga from the earth, but the abbot began to groan, getting nervous and throwing himself on the ground, clattering his teeth. It turns out that the new one has an epileptic attack.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). Vіn died at once because of his patriotic sense.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). Tsya problem virishuetsya dosit simply.

Vіn pіdіyshov to the abbot, which at that hour had begun to їsti the orphan land, and nahlivsya to the new one.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (whispers, sincerely). Shpitsrutenov wants, old channel?! Get up now!

The abbot spit dry grass out of his mouth and immediately rose to his feet.

Mikolo Pavlovich, who are you?

The appearance of yoga hardened with rapt, round eyes became cursing. At the voice of the ringing of metal, in the sight of such a gentleman in the Winter Palace they were not tired. In one minute, a pretty and thoroughbred person pretended to be a basilisk.

Rector. Igumen… Mentor of these mournful mіsts.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And what about falling on a knee? Do you think it's so easy for me to talk to you?

Rector. I don't think. I don’t guess at all.

Mikola Pavlovich: Why do you care about my ministers?

Rector. Tim, I live in a witch's den.

Mikola Pavlovich uncomfortably spoke up. Vidpovid youmu clearly fell to the soul. Basilisk sign, and his eyes again became human.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). You chuv, count? And the old bastard!

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). Ask the new one, your majesty, what kind of people they have, to please the English language.

Mikolo Pavlovich, what is the human in you ...

Rector (not giving to bring). Nope.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And who are the same?

Vin showing his hand at the folded chents.

Rector. Tse not people. Tse sheep.

Mikola Pavlovich, it's all the same to me. Can you please the resource?

Rector. No, my God!

Mikola Pavlovich... Well, well, well... Just as you say, you don’t need any resources, you don’t need roads... But why?

Rector. Tom. If there are roads, then the enemy will pass them. I have a meal in the heart of Russia.

The sovereign hesitated. Zuhwala the abbot's confession did not give in to the evil one.

Mikola Pavlovich ... Axis, axis, my soul ... It seems old.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). Know someone to hear... Zaliznitsya. Won virishit our problem.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). In Yogo’s words, it’s possible ... Vin is not so bad, as it seems. The Russians are not foolish.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich Not bad, but smart.

Mikola Pavlovich looked round. He lifted his head and marveled at the link. Having bounced from below, as if marveling at the new ringing, in the form of great feelings, wind up your mouth, which is crooked.

The sovereign deeply sighed, crossing himself to the church.

Mikola Pavlovich… Through the provinces… I love you.

I gave my hand to the abbot. That vp'yavsya in her lips.

Mikola Pavlovich (pokіrno). Podulok us, holy father ... Do not slander. Reread it for us. We got tired.

Dim and a couple veered through the repaired doors. The appearance of Mikoli Pavlovich was blackened, specks of sweat appeared on his forehead. Vin has already taken off his own robe and sat at the dressing room in the lower shirt over the corset.

Looking at the vuzka at the end. Chentsi stood near the lazna with a mournful wall, in front of the other blacks the abbot and silently lied with his gray lips, maybe, praying. Two gendarmes stood at attention from them.

Having put on a shirt and having tried on his own a corset made of whalebone, which he wears in public and especially on trips. Ale, the fingers did not hear and the corset did not open.

Mikola Pavlovich (opening the door to the stairwell). Finish the drowning, come on, but sit down!

Vіn turned up to the boy-chents, like a liv on the rozpechen kamіnnya zhovtu homeland from the great bottle. The fireplace dimmed. Tіsny expanse of the laznі buv near the child.

Mikolo Pavlovich, what llesh?

The lad was silently marveling at the new one, opening his mouth.

To Mikolo Pavlovich... Why, why don't you see a naked soldier? Can you unzip the corset?

Vin turned his back to the clapping, as if earlier, trimming the shirt over the stegon, but not knowing.

The lad shook his shoulder blades and covered the fat with a ball. Numerous birthmarks that descended from the shoulders to the corset. The skin was white and erysipelas, mayzhe satin.

Mikola Pavlovich, there are buttocks and hinges. Razbeb їх!

Mikola Pavlovich did not stream and gave a lad on the hands. She unstoppably became protected and tangled up the hands of the sovereign with the palm of her hand.

That one, having stopped fighting, looking at the lads at the vіchі ... Look at them, they were shooting. The sovereign, having read in the eyes of Chance, the roar of a hunted animal.

Mikola Pavlovich, Mandta call. Abo someone from the protection.

The lad backed down, like before, putting his hands on the vase for a zahistu. Opening the door with your back. Stumbling, I ran to the people who were standing in otochenny.

Mikola Pavlovich (French, to himself). Pony idiot!

Sniffing to the dance, for example, the boy poured his motherland on the stone. Wetting his mother's hands, she sniffed.

The doors opened, glancing in it at the cries of a man with a shkiryan bag, which he guessed the titular guardian. The fox yogo bula was resolutely combed to sparse hairs.

Leib is a physician (German). I am protecting you, your majesty!

Vіn shook his hands to break up the steam, scho was stingy in the storeroom.

Mikola Pavlovich (German). Smell, Mandte, what's up?

Vіn mav on uvazi suliya. The life-medical doctor chiseled himself to the bone, staring at the neck of the neck and noisily pulling in the air.

Leib is a doctor, in my opinion, bread kvass.

Mikola Pavlovich ... But in my opinion, it’s more mіtsnіshe.

Leib is a doctor, then you can't do it any other way. Blood can be poured up to the head.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And the spa?

Leib is a doctor, at the same time.

Mikola Pavlovich… Just a corset of roses. Meni tse bude vіdpochinok.

Offended people spoke German. Mandt tenderly unzipped his corset and laid Yogo on the wooden bench, keeping order. Mikola Pavlovich looked up on the lava, leaning back against the wall.

Leib is a doctor, it’s stuffy and stuffy here. You need to go.

Mikola Pavlovich, but the stinks will guess that I'm not dreaming.

Life medic, but we can’t tell.

Mikola Pavlovich... If you want some water they poured out of the ceberus, so that the stench of chuli.

Mandt uvіyshov at the climb. Having rolled on the back of the head one cebro lead, then we will do it later.

From the yard, having sunk the prayer spіv of the abbot. So, on the streets they sensed that the sovereign was rushing.

Mandt turned to the dresser. Mikola Pavlovich, as before, was sitting on a bench, with his back to the wall. On the forehead of yoga, the great peter has stepped.

...Yogo's head was guessing the head of the Medusa Gorgoni. My hair was bulging and pulsing. Disguise became bleak, like a statue in the Winter Palace.

To the head of the sovereign Bulo put p'yavki. There were some crumbs near the corridor.

Voice of Oleksandr Khristoforovich (through the door). Your majesty! Look like you're all set. Call for an evening meal.

Leib is a doctor, I'm not happy bi.

Mikolo Pavlovich, tell me I'll be there soon. (to Mandtu) Know!

The life-medical doctor, having carefully taken the appearance from one cover, then we will see the other. I rubbed my whiskey with alcohol, smearing it with erysipelas oil.

Leib is a physician (German). Your sumlіnіstі vіkonnі ії svoїh obov'yazkіv divuє.

Mikola Pavlovich (German). I am more than a simple soldier.

Leib is a doctor, and who punishes you?

Mikola Pavlovich, borg and oath.

Leib is a doctor, you should be punished for everything.

Mikola Pavlovich Tse one and the same. (Vin glancing thoughtfully at the leeches that swelled up in the yogo moist blood.) Who is the most unfortunate person in this country?

Leib is a doctor, I can't know, Your Majesty...

Mikola Pavlovich, that person is me.

... Vіn uvіyshov at the refectory bіdy, but do not care for the Mandt, which is your charge. Having crossed on the icon, having taken its place on the table, the whole space was occupied by a marvelous fish with fish and ribs on a round head - the same one, like Ivan Semenovich drunk.

Rector. The eyes of all on Thee, O Lord, hope, and give thee to me in the hour, open thee to Thy generous hand, conquer all creatures of good will. Amen.

Mustache for style.

Rector. Live near the local waters. Until the arrival of your majesty, God sent.

Mikola Pavlovich What is your name?

PRIEST (with amazement at the clerk). How is it called?

Scribe (with an air of dignity). Monster Exose.

Mikola Pavlovich (French, adjutant). Lay me down, Anri, little piece of that monster.

The adjutant carefully cut a small piece of medium weight into the ribeye and laid it on the sovereign's plate.

Mustaches sat, like on their heads. Rector bv blіdіshy vіd stіni.

Mikola Pavlovich ... But it’s so damn good, Count, I’m not near here. In some way, having thrown off a dozen rokiv ...

Oleksandr Khristoforovich, you know, Your Majesty, that I uphold European water principles. Russian Lazne is not a problem to follow.

Mikola Pavlovich pricked with a see-saw at the plate. Putting a shmatochok at his mouth. Chewed thoroughly. On yoga guise, a strimane zdivuvannya appeared. The fish bula had a wonderful relish.

Mikola Pavlovich: The water closet is richly handy. Ale, I can’t show my Russia with only water closets. What will be with my people for such an order of speeches?

Oleksandr Khristoforovich: Engineers will replace the people. Vcheni. Lawyers.

Vіn speaking not too seriously. Ale, at the last word, the sovereign, throwing a fork on the table and not appreciating the heat. Mustache, who sat at the refectory, thought: the count blurted out the wrong ones.

Mykolo Pavlovich, tell me, holy father, what lawyers do we need?

Win turned to the rector. That one's lips trembled in the heat.

Rector. Oh my God!

To Mikolo Pavlovich... Axis, Count, listen to some mighty old man!

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). Tsey strong old z'їv his brain.

Mikola Pavlovich (Russian). Lawyers... Just a few lawyers! What are you preparing for us with your water closets!

The sovereign's zhovch rose. The life-medicine indefinitely patted the pulse on his hands. The abbot wanted to shovatsya pіd stіl.

Mikolo Pavlovich, Mirabo bov lawyer! Marat was a lawyer! .. Robes'er ...

Vіn zatnuvsya, picking up the word.

clerk. Tsey - even more beautiful.

It seemed to me that I was the only one at the table with my own thoughts.

Mikola Pavlovich (shouting). What are you carrying? Why is Robes'er better?

clerk. Vin slashing the heads of lawyers.

Mykoli Pavlovich's eyes glared and took on a viraz, like a basilisk's.

Mikola Pavlovich (grizno). Who is this?

clerk. Writer of the mysts. Self-taught. I will need to know the zmalka.

At the table viniklo trunov Movchannya. Pan unstoppably getting up, pidishov to the clerk and kissing Yogo on the lips.

Mikola Pavlovich, having said aloud about Robesper. Well done!

The mustache felt relieved, for the grim was less progrim, and the storm did not shed.

Mikola Pavlovich (turning on the plate). Lawyers of Russia are not needed. And the writers... They took an oath from the yakbi stench, like a military camp, todі - and on the right.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich: Absolutely suitable for the rest.

Mikola Pavlovich, do you know what a fortification is? Hydraulics? Exact engineering rozrahunok?.. No, I don't know. But we don’t know the Fatherland, we don’t know our peculiarities, such as God gave them ... We all have our own, and the English have no decree for us. I’ll say more: we have our own water closets, especially, and our own airlock, not like the English.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich What can be special in the hall?

Mikolo Pavlovich, and you better know, my soul! Well, we have a member of the Committee for my salaries, not me!

Hmari began to rise. But all the same, tension hung around the window, and Oleksandr Khristoforovich virishiv translated Rozmov to another topic.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (turning to rector). And why do your monastery have miracles?

The abbot prokovtnuv and lowered himself.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich, cryptic signs? Holy ascetics? Primari, wiguks, shadows on the wall?

Rector. Your Excellency... About what? I can’t imagine about the mayor. We will survive the winter without hunger ... Tse th will be a majestic wonder for us.

Mykola Pavlovich… All of a sudden, I’m going to rise in price for Russia and I can only feel: hunger, hunger, hunger… Our land has grown mad, the fields have become deserted and the land has ceased to be a people? And of all the miracles - there is no more evil of the English resora, like to please no one ... Why? Who is guilty?

The blood rushed up to his head, the cheeks turned black, and red veins became commemorative in bright eyes.

The one-eyed monk (having ventured). Ni. Not this way.

Mikolo Pavlovich, what are you weaving? Why not?

Single-eyed black. Our monastery has miracles. Great and un-

The abbot wanted to succumb to you potilnik, ale streaming, not getting stuck.

Single-eyed black. I speak the truth, holy father! I will not hesitate before my sovereign-emperor! (Raptomly throwing myself at the pidlog and bowing before Mikola Pavlovich.) Great banner and great ascetic!

In the eyes of the Sovereign, having saved a dopeful interest.

Mikola Pavlovich (priest). What do you want, hegumen? Yaky pid-

Rector. That not an ascetic is not a miracle.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And what?

Rector (christen). And the devil Yogo knows what! If the Savior walked by the waters, the axis was a wonder! And here ... And here it’s more than a plate of water against the leaks ...

Mikola Pavlovich ... And what was the wind on the flesh?

The abbot shook his head.

Mikola Pavlovich, build steam ships and swim against the currents by force. And a simple stove ... Isn't it a wonder?

Rector. Chi is not surprising.

Single-eyed black. And those who cleansed the old well of wines for a year from filth?

Rector. Chi is not surprising.

Single-eyed black. And why burn and not burn? I those who riba up to the new sama plive, like up to the apostles?

Rector (stubbornly). Not amazing, not amazing, not amazing.

Rector bov at the Nestyami. Vіn bіg, stumble and importantly wild. Falling down a couple of times, tripping over the root.

The wooden dressing room stood on the birch of the river not far from the lazna. Igumen pobachiv, yak Ivan Semenovich to carry water at the cebras. Not from the river to the dressing room, but, instead, from the dressing room to the river. But the situation was so tense that Shaposhnikov's devilish divastvo did not cry out in the abbots of an overwhelming attack of anger.

Ivan Semyonovich wove a handful of water at the river, one wind, then another.

Ivan Semenovich... And I thought... Should we take water from the river? Adzhe yi prikro. Isn't it faster than white to go to the river, lower to the white?

The abbot on tse zgrib yogo by the breasts and putting his fist up to his nose.

Rector. To come to you at once ... If you say a word, you won’t only care about the monastery, but you won’t care for the light anymore. Just sit there movchi ... Are you sensible? Sit down and talk!

Vіn pіdіbrav cassock і, spokoykayuschiesya, ran back to budіvlі, in yakіy bula refectory.

Ivan Semyonovich glanced at you. Because of the darkness, having looked at the last month. In darkness, it happened to you that a large mass of men is leaning on the new one - people of the world and those people are gone, and the helmets shine under the dead light, like a luska of the majestic ribi.

Sovereign Oleksandr Khristoforovich went ahead of the gendarmes. The abbot was a big lieutenant, whispering in the ear of a clear person.

Ivan Semyonovich passionately rubbed dry palms, taking empty cebras and hurrying to his dressing room.

The abbot opened the doors of the hall and crossed himself, letting the sovereign and count through the middle.

There was a fire burning. Firewood crackled at the rude. On the bed, in the same pants, a small little man was sitting and thoughtfully marveling at the month that he had appeared at the window. Having attached a bench of wines under a letter styl - on it stood an inkwell and a lying arkush of a white paper. Behind Ivan Semyonovich's vukh, a goose feather was erased. Dry tufts of grass hung from the steles.

Mikola Pavlovich (priest). Leave us alone with him.

The rector wanted to rebuke, ale strimavsya. Potai showed Shaposhnikov a fist behind the sovereign's back. Viyshov to the street and having closed the doors behind him.

Mikolo Pavlovich, are you a miracle worker?

Ivan Semenovich didn’t swear at the price of anything, but wilted a goose feather because of the wind and bit it, as if to shy the writers, if they blew a black noel.

Mikola Pavlovich Mi in the expedition. The Lord sent a test: the resora on the carriage shattered, but cheers to no one.

Ivan Semyonovich dipped his pen into the inkwell and began to write on paper with a fuzzy trace of a titmouse, but it passed through the frosty snow.

Having written and put down the pen, I entrusted myself to the bench.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich... You, you see, letters of instruction... May I have a look?

Ivan Semyonovich is not viable. The Count took out the paper, put a lorgnette up to his eyes, and began to read.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (reading out loud). "Bjoli in the sky zu-zu-zu ... Do not take from the breeder of the wine city! .."

Mikola Pavlovich (disguised). What? Which breeder?

Oleksandra Khristoforovich. (Raising his voice to Ivan Semyonovich.) Merciful sir! Allow me to clarify my invective!

On the face Shaposhnikov began to vibrate with a feather near his teeth. The hero stared at the shmatochok as if she were growing, respectfully looking up, putting a pen to her eyes.

Mikola Pavlovich ... So, so ... Well, Yogo’s words are good! (He frowned on his high forehead, thinking about it more painfully. Sitting down on the bench, in front of which Shaposhnikov was sitting on the bed.) I don’t take it. Take the state to your own needs. Tse in the world so - gifts from breeders and merchants. And if you don’t take it, do you still need the stench? Aje ti musish himself razumіti, skіlki vіd іm evil: bureaucracy pіdkupovat, foxes illegally chop, and if, God forbid, get to the treasury, then nothing will be lost in nіy, okrim dead mice ... I Oleksandr Khristoforovich to confirm: steal!

The count solemnly nodded his fox head. Here Ivan Semenovich miraculously pursed his lips, stubborn viraz disguised as skeptical and navit sly. Taking up the pen and quickly writing on paper.

Mikolo Pavlovich, give me a lorgnette, count! (Having grasped the note in his hands and reading it with difficulty.) “Without practice, you can’t bend the color ...” (We see, count.) What is it like, Oleksandra Khristoforovich ?!

The count glanced at the sheet.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). And here Russia looks at its rightful sight. People-sphinxes, like carrying game!

Mikola Pavlovich (Russian). And what is my price?

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (low-shouldered). To the bird. You can finish the audience, let's go, your majesty.

Mikola Pavlovich… That’s it, do it… Vіn me tsikaviy. Vin is no less a miracle worker... Vin is another politician!

The disguise of Ivan Semyonovich hung with satisfaction. From the fold of the yogo wilіz strumok slipped and descended on the paper.

Oleksandra Khristoforovich, we need to go. Vіn already let the sleigh go. Ask Yogo for a wonderful miracle, and on the right with a kiss.

Mikola Pavlovich Tse not me ... Tse Benkendorf ask. Can you please the resource?

Ivan Semyonovich wiped his mouth with a piece of paper. He whistled loudly in the new and clave navpіl. Having lowered the pen into the inkwell, and wrote fluently.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (reading). "Scho not to repair minds, sharpen with slings ..." In my opinion, everything is clear. Idemo, your majesty, Idemo! (Vin mayzhe forcibly twisted the sovereign from the right.

rutens? It’s more than an execution, because the death penalty has been imposed on us.

Dbaily closed the door behind him. Ivan Semyonovich smiled blissfully.

Mikola Pavlovich was pensive and gloomy, which made the great work go to the next level. Navit buvaliy Oleksandr Khristoforovich ishov troch vіddalіk, beware, not bothering to speak from the sovereign. The abbot did not bother. Wanting to go to Benckendorff, and waving at him with a noble white mitten, the hegumen announced the protection.

And pan all ishov i ishov curl up, putting your hands behind your back. His round eyes were wild in the middle of the soul, but what was there in my soul, we don’t know about them. Behind the fault, having seen the rush of the people, but not turning on her respect, to the fact that the head of the yogi was occupied by others.

The carriages of the yogo expedition, so suddenly interrupted, gave up. In front stood the tsar's woman, the evil one.

Mikola Pavlovich stared blankly at her for an hour. Then we blew out the swarm of cambric hustka, spitting the thickest lint in it, squeezing on top of it, smearing the cracked resor in the dark, rubbing it with our wet hustka.

I got to my feet and turned around. Yurba piddanih stood behind him, the stench marveled at those who rob the sovereign-emperor.

Mikola Pavlovich (to Oleksandr Khristoforovich). I want to sleep. Let's lay at the cell and don't wake up the vranci.

Oleksandra Khristoforovich, be vikonan, your majesty!

The doors to the count's room soundlessly opened. Oleksandr Khristoforovich, like a Viyskov man, stretched himself to the pillow, under which he lay the pistol of the Lepage system loaded.

Ale was not consumed in the new. On the threshold, with a lighted candle in his hands, stood the sovereign-emperor. Vіn buv robes at the night robe, a little hair on the head was bulo skuyovdzhene. Well, the count’s head, for the most part, was dressed in a neat grid.

Mikolo Pavlovich. Chi є chim write down?

Oleksandra Khristoforovich: I will remember, Your Majesty. Dictate.

Mikola Pavlovich sat on the edge of his bed, putting the candle on the bedside table.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). First: the speed of the kіlkіst kіlіkіv from halves to one thirds of the wild population on the territory of the Russian Empire.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich marveled at him without blinking.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich.

Mikola Pavlovich Empowering the powerful peasants with the power of the land.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich Impossible. What can the helpers say?

Mikola Pavlovich ... You can say: "Glory to the sovereign-emperor." And if you don’t say it, then you’ll make a fool out of it, you didn’t say it.

Oleksandra Khristoforovich, what else will you do?

Mikolo Pavlovich. (Vіn zamnuvsya, podshukuyuchi need a word, continuing in French.) One more thing ... You are one of the founders of the Partnership for the mortgage of floating steamships, is it not so?

Count movchav, nothing vyslovlyuchi his thoughts.

To Mikolo Pavlovich I your share is one hundred thousand silver rubles. What's good? І scho such underwien steamboats? Chi will not explain?

Oleksandr Khristoforovich: Rich is necessary and essential for skin care.

Mikolo Pavlovich, no doubt. Prote your pіkluvannya “Another Russian kind of fire suspenstvo” ... Tse filthy tone. You are a stately person, and commercial interests are clearly important here.

Oleksandra Khristoforovich: And why did the food blame itself at once?

Mikolo Pavlovich, for without practice, not bende coloration. I figured out what the fault is on the vіn mav. Without truth, there is no king. What do you want me to say? Without the truth of God. Think about it, my soul. Think hard!

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (after a short pause). When should I write a prohannya about a resettlement?

Mikolo Pavlovich, if you like. But I can't accept your input. Replace you with no one.

Mіzh them viniklo tyazhe movchannya, resentment marveled in different sides. In the middle of the world, the stench of the stench was instilled by the siblings of a charitable mortgage, but not by sovereign men.

Mikola Pavlovich (to defuse the situation, Russian). Would you like to sleep here?

Oleksandra Khristoforovich, may I do well. I haven't kushtuvav just yet. How about you, your majesty?

Mikola Pavlovich, Mayzhe yak at the Winter Palace. There are more bed bugs. Fierce stench here... Evil.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich, and I thought that the bugs at the monasteries should be fasting.

Mikola Pavlovich, they have a fast day today. Good night to you, Count.

Oleksandra Khristoforovich, dobranich, your majesty!

Sovereign viyshov at the corridor with a candle and quietly fixing the doors behind him.

... Having fallen asleep, but the pillow was not under the head, but lay on top, curling up. There was a knock at the door. The adjutant stood on the fence.

Adjutant (in French). You asked to wake up about the tenth, your majesty! The card is ready. The expedition can be continued!

The sovereign was asleep and swollen.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And the resora?

Adjutant Tsila. Why, I didn’t break.

Mikola Pavlovich

Adjutant, don't seem to.

Pan sitting down on the bed, putting your feet down on the bed and putting on the captcha.

Mikolo Pavlovich, bring some warmth and water. We'll go in a year.

Everything is ready to go far more expensive. The gendarmes were sitting on horseback, Oleksandr Khristoforovich standing and smoking a pakhitoska, opening the doors of the monarch's carriage. The Sovereign knew the order and, for that matter, chatted with him French.

On the dzvіnitsi scoring the dzvіn. The abbot was big to the emperor with a nose, on the basis of an erysipelas hefty cow of the monastic bread. Having sank down in front of the sovereign on a roll and simple bread.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And de koval, what a resoru lagodiv?

The abbot of whom saw a throaty sound of innocence.

Mikola Pavlovich: Did you do it yourself?

The hegumen nodded, looking up the eyes of the killer.

To Mikolo Pavlovich: Well, marvel at the vіchі!

Vіn silomіts hopped the abbot for the pіdboridya and pulled him to himself. The eyes of the abbot were calamity, sovneni sum'yattya and mud. I state tse sum'yattya gіdno otsіniv.

Mykola Pavlovich... For such a hospitality... But for... I remember, hegumen, without the truth there is no king. There is no monastery. Goodbye.

The abbot was in a good cover. It is covered by the fact that the ring was assigned not to you, but to Ivan Semenovich. Ale received the gift and kissed the sovereign's fingers with cold lips.

On the subvir'ї vinik ruh. The monastery gates were vіdchinenі. Z-pіd saves flying saws, the wheels of the carriage began to wrap around and rip. Promenev's bulk hovered behind the walls of the monastery.

The abbot stood bent. At the left hand of Yogo, the monarch's ring is squeezed, the fingers of the right hand were folded for blessing.

Vіn laying a wide cross on the quiet, hto їhav.

Docking the eye of the remaining gendarme, uncontrollably shaking his fist at him.

Irresponsibly threatened. Hearts are unfamiliar.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich: What do we work with bread?

Mikola Pavlovich It is necessary to respond to the gendarmes. You are not floury, like I am. (Vin, pointing with his hands at his life.) And I understand the night, what a Russian air can be. Vaughn maє buti shirshoy, lower in Europe, on a kіlka lіktiv.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich, now?

Mikola Pavlovich At overseas heaps of stench cannot be quickened by her.

The emperor died. Marveling at the end of the carriage. There is a sirіv odnomanіtny kraєvid: lіs ta buy. Buy that lіs ...

Buy a fox. Buy that lіs… The abbot and the clerk straightened to the door with a sharp crack. They kicked me, like Ivan Semyonovich dragging the white to the river. The cat was tied with a special skein to the back and bigger than Shaposhnikov himself. Vaughn poured nibi on kupakh, instead of whiplash, without any assistance to the people.

Igumen put a pointed finger to his lips, punishing his mouth. Together, the stench hid behind a fallen tree, watching out for Ivan Semyonovich to kill further.

And zrobiv wine is the same. I went down to the water. Putting the cat on the coastal sand. The hero from her pershu party whiteness and throwing it near the water. The river angered the whiteness, my mov, hoarsely її in the middle. Ivan Semyonovich trichi clapped at the valley. The water immediately spit out the whiteness to yoga nig. Navit from afar was commemorative, that the shirt was vipran with whiteness.

The rector of the meanings marveled at the clerk, and the clerk at the rector. Shaposhnikov, throwing a draft of whiteness by the water, and clapping at the valley. Bіlizna turned to yogo nіg іdeally viprati.

The abbot looked again at the clerk. And the clerk only lowered his shoulders.

Ivan Semenovich carefully picked up the vipran of the whiteness in the cat and carried it back to the right place. The abbot and the clerk, bowing down and hovayuchis, went next.

The stench hunched up to a narrow vіkna, stalking after him, that Ivan Semyonovich was working.

Shaposhnikov laid out a vipran shirt on a wide table. Having lowered his trousers to the knee and siv on her. The shirt immediately puffed up. Ivan Semenovich moved on, and the rector and the clerk cheered that the shirt was approved and ready to live. The rector of the meanings marveled at the clerk. And the clerk to the rector.

clerk. Sik!

Those who crossed over in Latin have seen supra-primary furnishing.

Rector (whispers). Clear your mind.

clerk. Tertullian. I believe it is absurd.

Rector. How are my children?

clerk. Viber is important. You can't leave yoga out here. Bo tse spokus for otochyuchih.

Rector. Anathema calm ...

clerk. You can’t drive, because the sovereign-emperor himself opposes you.

Rector. Visnovok?

clerk. See with your eyes, not see.

The priest thought. And Ivan Semenovich at the dressing room at the same time, having robbed the very operation with a cassock, which earlier with a shirt: clave on the table, sitting on the new bare hollow, and the cassock drowsing, dumb frying pan on the fire.

Igumen uvіyshov at the dressing room.

Rector (do not marvel at the vich). The greatest honor has fallen to you... Rejoice.

Ivan Semyonovich, do not honor ... You will not sitim. Let’s make me happy at once?

Rector. It’s better not to get excited. To that joy for us is suffering, as the Lord has vouchsafed us.

Ivan Semenovich... And who has now honored me?

Rector. Voted to drink in a distant hermitage and live on the bonnets. This path was followed by great ascetics - Saints Anthony, Simeon Stovpnik.

Pisar (telling). Maria Yegipetska…

Rector. Same.

Ivan Semenovich Ale Maria Єgipetska Bula Zhіnka i Litala.

Rector. You will fly as you please. Ale, give us more. Shchob mi did not bachili, if you fall. Trim on the axis ... This is a gift from the sovereign-emperor.

Remain the words of the rector with the greatest tightness. A ring came out of the intestines, curled up at the matting, roaring and yelling at Ivan Semyonovich. That one, having saved yoga, went to sleep, from which it was light, and fell in love.

Rector. Climb, you'll be gone in a year!

Stretching out his hand for lobbying, Ivan Semyonovich at the same time put the ring on one or the other finger and did not remember the rector's outstretched hand.

The hegumen from the clerk went to work. Fixing the doors behind them, they felt that they were like a rattling, rattling and knocking.

The rector of the meanings marveled at the clerk, the clerk at the rector.

Igumen crossed himself and sighed heavily.
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"Monk i bis". Exclusive orders, aphorisms from the film to become famous.

It goes without saying that the bagatioh did not deprive the baiduzhims of the fresh robot of Mikoli Dostal “Monk ta bis”. The film received a lot of positive feedback from me. I think there are few of those who, without having turned their attention to the great number in the new original orders and in the distance aphoristic speeches, were simply destined to become krylatimi. Deyakі iz them, I am enthralled, already everywhere walk around the expanses of Russia, that th not only, even de us, Russian, only a few.

Here it is necessary to pay close attention to screenwriter Yuri Arabov, who, with good explanations, consulted with representatives of the Russian clergy when writing this “libretto” - stinks and gifts were given to you by the deacons of yaskravih orders. I took the stench not from the sounds, but from the sacred writings! Other interpretations of the characters are the successful fruit of the imagination of the screenwriter and, perhaps, other filmmakers. As a matter of fact, most of these languages ​​are exclusive, the pieces were created especially for this film masterpiece and have never been used before.

Below I will create a collection of verbal pearls created by me from this unique film, like a raja, I will marvel at those who have not yet been able to. I give її to everyone who is just like me, unbelievable to see our great and mighty! Deyakі їх secured, about every vipadok, their explanations.

Chi is not that cadence. (Not the kind of thing).

Not everything is sacred, what is included in a book. (Don’t mindlessly trust any kind of word that’s been crafted).

Zukhvalіst is not an abomination. And you can try the guide.

Checked, that all the zhdany z'їli.

Be a freak, but become a Novgorodian!

The concert is proish, but the conductor is not come.

God will be the church, but the devil will arrive.

Cute is not cute, if the face is rotten.

Did a woman loving and її doїv.

We are friendly with robots, but without robots do not grieve ...

Dear guest, what a soul, they call yogo, like a hedgehog ...

Nice black, that miє was white.

Boiling water is narizno, and the greenhouse is western.

Water to cool, and people to fornicate.

Boil a kobila, but take care of it.

Who is kind, that beaver. And whoever is not kind, in order to live.

Fly across the sky, do not twist people.

I am from Torzhok as a dear friend. Іshov for pіvdnіch, and priyshov for pіvnіch (vіdmazka vіd nutrition hto і і іdki).

I don’t want to be crook, but I’ve known it well.

In the framboise stani and with a strong amber (In the confused ones, there is a smell of fumes).

French nobility no belmes. Fur'є do not read. And among the people there is darkness, wildness and dullness.

. - And why are they selling Christ? - And what else should I trade? (About the trade in food items for saints at the markets in Rusalim).

All gods are similar one to one, only yours is not similar to anyone. (Words of a demon about Jesus Christ).

We do not worship stones. We have other certificates for gourds. (From the drive of worship to Christian shrines - the Lord's hands, the anointed stone, etc.)

An ascetic without a bisa is no more an ascetic. Ale the ascetic with a bіsom - tse already a holy fool!

Come near the glybin of transphysical magmas. (Dogodish in hell).

Shrew saying: "Good!" and falling asleep without being restless.

They parted, like the leaders of the Red Sea before the prophet Moses. (They obsequiously stepped aside before the important faces).

Do you want to know the mystery of lawlessness? If you don't love, you will be unloved!

Sneety, that stinger, that troch of beer! (About the diet under the hour of fasting).

Don't be embarrassed, brother! What, don’t you bashish, why is there one wonder of the world here? (Do not give respect to the reaction of people, if they are lower for you in terms of development, or representatives of another culture, if they don’t understand yours ....).

I don’t lie, but I lie (Demonic trick to mix the truth with deceit, to introduce into Oman)

I believe it is absurd. (Attributed to Tertullian).

Well, not Savoy, not Slovyansky Bazaar, but you can live.

Everything is going great. Before a strong zloty, there is often a small fall.

Merciful sovereign! Allow me to clarify my invective! (Allow me to explain my vipad).

See with your eyes, not see. (Beware of the objectionable people, having sent її where you gave it).

As Iona climbed up to the whale's belly, so salmon and chum salmon come here ... (Lucally for fishermen).

Piety - tse zabobon. Rousseau reading?

Honor not їsti ... You will not sitim.

Noel is quite peresichna. (Who has nothing special).

Maizhe yak at the Winter Palace. There are more bed bugs.

Do you have gangrene of the hypothalamus?

Without practice, there is no bende of color ... (Without truth, there is no reign).

More conic and less oxen scarf. (Righteous rozmir svoїh grіhіv).

І axis to you the first rumor: go and boday zrіdka! 3 senior in rank.

Whom is it better to trim at the monasteries! It's fun, like a yellow booth!

Take your pidbury. And then the shalaboli bovtayutsya, the women lykayutsya.

Everything has been resurrected by sinners, like a church for a week.

So I couldn’t get involved, so as not to bring some important dialogues (they were designed exactly like the text to the script to the film ....):

Ivan Semyonovich. And s-Satan, probach Lord, vin yak? ..

Legion. In what sense?

Ivan Semyonovich. Well ... like a human? ..

Legion (after a pause). Even more efficient kerіvnik.

Ivan Semyonovich. You don't like adje ti yoga, Legione.

Legion. And I don't come. I hate yoga. We are so accepted. Strongly nabrid. Ale replace for now no one.

Ivan Semyonovich. And why should you go to yoga, without thinking?

Legion. I don't know much. That one is such a defense, you won’t get it.

Ivan Semyonovich. Yak with pan?

Legion. Your sovereign is far from the new.

Ivan Semyonovich. W-wonderful place... Hell. All one hate one, but live together... Why?

Legion. Your world is brighter.

Ivan Semenovich (pictured). And what the stink of Christ trade?

Legion. It suits me. And what else should I sell, Vanya? Squeak with figs?

Ivan Semyonovich. And what about the nobility, where the devil gets?

Legion. At r-paradise.

Ivan Semyonovich. Have eternal bliss? Why so?

Legion. Tse d-for you b-bliss ... but for n-us ... f-terrible

Ivan Semyonovich. Not all. I repent of kindness nevimovnoy. In the presence of greediness. At self-sacrifice, at all-forgiving wisdom.

Rector. What?

Ivan Semenovich (explaining). Wisdom. Such a stand. Specialist
ske. Have you tried it, vladiko?

Rector. Ni. God is merciful.

Ivan Semyonovich. And May is fast. Siju, used to, bіlya vіkna, marvel at the long life and contemplate: wisdom. I can’t take anything from myself. Wise, and everything is here!

Rector. Vice is heavy.

Ivan Semyonovich. I'm talking about. Let go of sins, Vladiko?

Rector. Do a haircut... Don't squirt me. (Vin wrinkling his forehead, thinking about it carefully. Thinking, saying firmly.) I can’t admit sins.

Ivan Semyonovich (disappointingly). I don’t want to be crook, but I’ve known it well.

Rector (uniquely vіdpovіdі). It's just that you musish let me in, and not me in you.)

Mikolay Pavlovich. That road! Why did God punish me with such roads? Who vodpovist? Oleksandristoforovich, my soul ... Why do you have a family curse of Russia, why will you help the Almighty and live me, like people?

Rector. If we judge in a good hour and non-human minds, then we don’t need roads for us ... and insanely shodlivy.

Mikolay Pavlovich. Well, well, well… If you think it’s your way, then you don’t need any resori, you don’t need roads… Why?

Rector. Tom. If there are roads, then the enemy will pass them. I have a meal in the heart of Russia.

Mikola Pavlovich (to defuse the situation, Russian). Would you like to sleep here?

Oleksandr Khristoforovich. Maybe, okay. I haven't kushtuvav just yet. How about you, your majesty?

Mikolay Pavlovich. Maizhe yak at the Winter Palace. There are more bed bugs. Fierce stench here... Evil.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich. And I thought, why should the bugs at the monasteries try to be fasting))

Mikolay Pavlovich. And now you've fallen on your knees? Do you think it's so easy for me to talk to you?

Rector. I don't think. I don’t guess at all.

Mikolay Pavlovich. What do you think about my ministers?

Rector. Tim, I live in a witch's den.

The idea for the film came about after reading a book about the life of St. John of Novgorod in the Nilo-Sorsk desert of the 19th century.

Director Mykola Dostal told the contestants of the film festival "Pokrov" about his film "Monk and Bis". Zustrich from the meter went on the 10th of Zhovtnya at the Kiev Budynka cinema, remind Foma.in.ua.

Behind the words of the director, the idea of ​​the film came after reading a book about the chentsiv of the Nilo-Sorsk desert of the 19th century (the story about the cassock of Ivan Semyonovich Shapochnikov) and the life of St. John of Novgorod. St. John once drunk a bissa at the rudder, and prayed to her: “Let me go.” Saint Vіdpovіv: “I will let you in, as if you were calling me to the tomb of the Lord to Jerusalem.” He called, but then we began to take revenge on Chentsyu.

A similar plot, as it appeared after the completion of the work on the film, is heard from the work of Oleksandr Pushkin (the story "The Monk"), and also the dialogue of chentsya and bisa about the road to the Holy Land.

Orders that often sound in films are taken by screenwriter Yuri Arabov and director from the Lives of the Saints.

Under the hour, the film was taken alone from the church near the Vologda eparchy, having recognized that it was necessary to take the film with such a name, they protested. "The stench didn't know that the film was Orthodox," the director announced. And those who knew - podtremuvali, zokrema arkhієreyї.

Most important days (the winters lasted about 2 months) passed on the territory of the Kirilo-Bilozersk Museum-Reserve, as well as near the metro station Petra (Jordan) and in Krim, which for a while became the Holy Land.

Mykola Dostal also developed a parable - the key to the film. A vague monk to come to his cell, only thinks that he should lie down and drink, that the devil should lie on his couch. “You need it, tezh, mabut, exhausted, bіdolakha,” the black man thought and lay down on the couch. Schoyno vin lіg, the demon kulei vyletіv іz kelії.

“You can fight evil with love. Not only "good with fists," but love. If they ask me about the film, I say: “About the kohannya. About love to the world. To the near and far. To the enemies of the human race. Like the commandments of the All-Vishish, so it’s out. About our cinema. I would have liked to have received it like that,” said Mykola Dostal.

"Monk i bis", 2016 rіk, Russia.

Director: Mikola Dostal.

Screenplay Yuri Arabov.

Starring: Timofiy Tribuntsev, Georgy Fetisov, Boris Kamorzin, Roman Madyanov, Mikita Tarasov, Sergiy Barkovsky.

The history of the first half of the 19th century is fantastic. A new resident, Ivan Semyonovich, appears at the man's monastery. Together with the Chance, dark forces penetrate to the monastery, as if materializing in the Legion (as Ivanov introduces himself). The Legion made Ivan the object of his diabolical work, calming him down with all his might, so that he could beat the path of service to God from the one he had chosen. And what is stronger than peace, then the spiritual strength of Ivan.

Tsikavo: the actor Georgiy Fetisov, a sort of sigrav of the demon of the Legion, is a man who believes and wives on Athos.

Until the speech, Blessed Metropolitan Onuphry, if I feel I will name the film that will mark the festival “Pokrov”, saying: “Oh, see what I’m doing today.”

This script is written for the director Mikoli Dostal and for the new one. We tried to add Gogol's aesthetics of funny-terrible for the needs of today's Russian cinema. The result is visible beforehand: for the financing of the picture, they don’t get a penny.

Reshta to take revenge on the text.

Persian head. Chi is not that cadence

At the wooden gates, there was a knock. The lad-inok lifted his big duff, and before him a marvelous picture appeared. It was a dreary dangling plank, the gray sky was close, so that it was possible to hit it with a hand before the new, and here, standing on the threshold of the holy place, a chtiy man of the middle fates near a stained cassock and, regardless of indignation, flicker. The lad navіt rota vіdkriv vіd podivu, tim more scho scho vglyad mav smoky, skuf'ya on the head z'їhala nabіk, no writing, no swearing in priyshov not posterihalo.

Stepping on the territory of the monastery, yelling and falling to the ground.

What do you want, uncle? New?

Ivan Semenovich, I'm on fire!

As soon as the one who came, chantsi began to pick up, vіdіrvanі vіd vіdіkdennyh prіvіv ієyu wondrous appearance. One of them had a koshik made of beetroot, the other had a yoke with buckets filled with water. They stumbled, stingy for a while, not knowing that they were lying on the ground, but they drove it down and marveled at the low sky.

The rector appeared. At the cassock with wide sleeves, made of comfy linen fabric, ventilated in other coats, it is elegant and edgy in all its form. In front there was a big boy-inok, pointing at the bulge with his finger. Spiraling on an important tick, the abbot pidishov unknowingly and swindled over him. Sniffing up to the garou, I went into the mandriving.

Abbot (chenqiu). What caught, yak bovvan? Give me water!

Zasmuchuyuchi nekaplivіst inhabitant, he himself took from the yoke a bucket of water and throwing yoga on the unknown.

Raptom at the bushes, vocally sleeping unknown birds. The lad-inok, having felt his sleep, his mouth opened wider.

Rector. Scream yoga.

The Chentsi undertook to follow the order of the abbot, zirvali the mandrinnik, the shirt and stripped the yoga in the lower trousers, naked to the waist and with an important collar on the sunken chests.

Rector. Who will you be like this?

Ivan Semenovich Shaposhnikov Ivan. Semeniv syn.

In the cold water yogo tremtilo.

Rector. Why are there so many of you?

Ivan Semenovich: Two brothers and three sisters. Our rіd vіdomiy іz vіzvіv tsar Іoann Vasilyovich.

Rector. Tse less turbuє. Іz sisters come?

Ivan Semyonovich... Did the sisters need to call? Check, come.

Rector. Checked. That all the zhdaniki z'їli. Now let's talk about reception. Burn for what?

Ivan Semenovich For sins.

Rector. So big?

Ivan Semenovich More conic and less oxen scarf.

Rector. So, mayzhe saints. I don't have a place for such people. Everything has been resurrected by sinners, like a church for a week.

Ivan Semenovich ... And the governor-general came, the place knew ...

One of the chents. So the new one has a smut in the ports!

True, from Ivan Semenovich's portmanteau a head hung from behind - black, like an Ethiopian. Monk vyyav її zі stanіv і throwing a kalyuzha. Vaughn let out the dying dim and fell asleep.

Ivan Semenovich (please). From the Nilo-Sorsk desert I’m going. The skete is on fire.

Rector. Together from the empty?

Ivan Semyonovich (grumpily). How can the empty burn? Empty - for nothing, nigil. Having respected the writer Shakespeare: "From nothing and see nothing." Think with your head, Vladiko!

Rector. Do you know that the tit lit the sea?

Ivan Semenovich, how?

Rector. She waved her tail and proclaimed to everyone: "The sea is on fire!"

Ivan Semenovich

Rector. And the tension is with the one who won’t talk to me all the same. Don't kick me in the nose with Shakespeare. Go to the bath. Wash up. І axis to you the first rumor: go and boday zrіdka! 3 senior in rank.

Priyshov wanted to be rebuffed, but he shamen, shamen and only flickered. The abbot had drunk himself on the thought that he could not speak for two people. One grumpy and arrogant. The second is Syria and rubbish.

Rector (to the cheng-chyu boy). Do yoga.

Boy-inok And tse nightingale, Vladiko!

Vіn mav on uvazi spіv ptah, yaky not pripyavsya. The abbot threw a displeased glance at the honeysuckle bush. Having thought, having seen the lads, the linen potilnik.

Rector. It's a yellow month, is your head bad?!

The nightingale, nibi formed, snorting a sprat once and breathing in the spirit. The abbot majestically, spiraling on his club and setting his life ahead, pishov near his stone chambers. And Ivan Semenovich at the protilezhny bik - at the wooden climb, which stood on the birch of the river.

There is a lazy blue fire at the flood stove. This meant that the water was flowing and flowing alone with satisfaction.

The lad-inok Here, too, is cute that towel.

I showed it to the police.

Ivan Semenovich Adzhe in us it is said?

Boy-inok I don't know...

Ivan Semenovich Іkos uprikos, and kontakion and so ... Right? Cute is not cute, if the face is rotten?

At the price of the unfortunate night, there was nothing for a moment.

Ivan Semenovich... Do you know what you will think about me soon? Dear guest, what a soul, they call yoga, like a hedgehog.

Vin quietly laughed, rubbing dry palms. The lad zmovchav again.

Ivan Semyonovich (in an unmistakable toneless voice). And the lavender water, primkhliva for a full puffed up after a mіtsnogo obmivannya? And rubbing oil smells? Mistletoe, ginger and African lemon? Ethiopian princess of Palmyra?

The lad shook his head and mumbled unreasonably.

Ivan Semenovich (drawn). So no? Todі go zvіdsi i movchi.

Іnok vykotivsya in the front door and having closed the doors behind him. Vіdpochivav. I put the wooho to the door. Vіn feeling, like water flowing on the ground. Seeing the smell of hot steam, like, it was given up, squeezing through the crack of the wall.

The voice of Ivan Semyonovich is muffled. Why are you robish, ido? Lubricate x-want? To-boiling water is narizno, but the t-warmth is zahidle, chuv about that?

That same voice, but with a different intonation. That hot and warm ... And all the same province. Zhodnogo respect. French nobility no belmes. Fur'є do not read. And among the people there is darkness, wildness and dullness.

The voice of Ivan Semyonovich is muffled. T-so go star, why are you tormented and bored?

That same voice, but with a different intonation. Boil a kobila, but take care of it. Tse already I myself virishu. Please, without your help.

It was quiet for a while. For a while, just a chuv, like water flowing on a bed. Vіn already wanted to go, but with a raptom of yogo vuha marvelous, unreasonable sounds came up. First of all, it’s tormenting, or it’s drawn out with a high voice, but to rob it harmoniously and musically.

Voice of Ivan Semyonovich. Z-lock it! Almost її I can not.

That same voice, but with a different intonation. And I will anyway.

Musical stogins have been renewed and become especially rich. Inok, not knowing what the Scottish volinka was playing.

The wooden walls of the monastery were washed by a mighty cold river. On a high dzvіnitsі lingering tinkling dzvіn.

Chenzi and the novices went to the stone building for an evening meal.

With a broad gesture, he crossed the old style and siv at the center of yoga. Standing at the table and reading the corner of the life of St. Varlaam Khutinsky.

Black-read. "... The Reverend Varlaam, the miracle worker, was born in the name of rich fathers at the glorious city of Novgorod with the names of Alexis, but did not want to cory with their nadbannyam ..."

Or parenu ripu, jam peas and pivb'yanu porridge. The rector їv, like a mustache, silently watching over the new novice. Shaposhnikov, standing in the roman's lazne, his hair bulo clean, and greedy, loudly chewing and champing.

Black-read. “…After the death of the Batkiv, having given away all his maetok to his brothers, Alexis took black tonsure as a mentor of his priest Porfiry and became the bearer of the name Varlaam…”

The abbot looked at the porridge, remembering that Ivan Semyonovich put himself on another portion and stop, maybe, you can’t.

Ivan Semyonovich glanced at the plate, but didn't pinch his teeth.

Rector. Garna porridge?

Ivan Semenovich: The dead man said: “Good!” and falling asleep without being restless.

Rector. Take a plate from someone else and don't give it. (Zvertayuchis until chentsya-chitacha.) You read, read ... Why lock?

The chants passed a plate in front of Ivan Semyonovich. Vіn vostannє drenched її with a pick of life's bread and put the pick in your mouth.

Black-read. "...Shukav in the place for the resurrection of feats, and having become worthy of you on the birch of the Volkhov pommel, the titles of Khutin ..."

Ivan Semenovich… I don’t want to say the same… K-porridge is a true representative. Mr. General's porridge. At the taverns, they serve it worse.

Rector (with interest). And what about you, buvav at the shanks?

Ivan Semenovich P-had to.

Rector. І gіrku after drinking beer?

Ivan Semenovich Not once. Life and so sir. And I’m there at the service ... m-boy-state of the river, if the father has been involved. P-until the Lord called me, strimkuvat on the holy mysteries.

Rector. Are the stars born?

Ivan Semenovich, in honor of the glorious city of Torzhok.

Rector (condescendingly). From Torzhok... And how does the glorious city of Torzhok live - the capital of the Christian world?

Drinking sparks lit up in Yogo's eyes. It was obvious that the abbot wanted to find out about the miserable life, how tedious you are in your wilderness. Those people who were sitting at the table stopped chewing and marveled at the mandriving man. Navit read stumbled and read life ceased.

Ivan Semyonovich (having stopped stuttering). Dine at Pozharsky's in Torzhtsi. Eat fried cutlets and break without anything ... I don’t know what the place is alive, but I can tell you what the tavern is not to sleep, I can tell ... (Vin throwing a hungry look at the presented plate.) Two metropolitan writers arrived once before us. One long-haired bird in the form of a bird. Nіs, like dziob. The lightest, like a wind, and similar to a Negro. We washed the burnt cutlets. Don't you know what a cutlet is like, Vladiko? I bet you don't know...

The abbot glancing hard at the arrangement of peas by the plates. The “volodar’s” belligerence suffocated you, and you won’t correct the balaku novice.

Rector. You breshesh nicely... What is this cutlet?

Ivan Semenovich Wipe the chicken meat with a tassel, rolled in breadcrumbs and crushed not on the fire, but on the steam ... Until it is completely reddened ... so that the cow's butter, as if smeared with water, would start to drip down, similar to young erysipelas honey from grassy primrose, honey of the first spring pitching ... Do you know about such honey, having tasted it, Vladiko?

Rector. I have the best pasika...

Vіdlamav vіdlamav vіdlamav bread and vіdpraviv vіd roman, schob їsti famine i primazhiti sleen, yak rose in the form of a healthy excuse Shaposhnikova.

Ivan Semenovich Dobre, I'm talking to a good beekeeper. So I brought cutlets to writers. And the one in the bird’s guise, having chopped one cutlet with a knife in my presence and twisted a piece of white hair from it ... I myself became embarrassed, angry and frowning. And the one who is light, roared and shouted at me: “What are you giving me, unmitigated rilo ?! Did you ask me to bring you Katherine's peruk? Sounds to come to Peru? Tse, maybe, chicken pir'їni-s. There is no hair at the trigger, do you want to come to the hair? It’s impossible!.. ”And having guessed that our cook was whistling and appeared to lie at the framboise camp and with a strong amber, because the girl had inspired him the day before, until such a wine was spitting like a breeze ...

Rector (with tightness). And what, do you want to know?

Ivan Semenovich, no.

Rector (mrily). And I would vіdshmagav. Rіzkami with water. For tinsel, for all your secret suits!

Ivan Semenovich ... І I tezh. Alright, it's okay. Easy asking for an inkwell and a pen. Having written verses on the server, I forgot how. About fire cutlets. І having said to the one with the bird's faces: “Do not scold, brother! Why, don’t you, why is there one miracle of the world here? ”

Rector. Go cover it?

Ivan Semenovich, what do you think? Merya is also a person.

Rector. And Pozharsky?

Ivan Semenovich (specifying). Chi people out? We don't know.

Rector. I'm not talking about those. Who is not a friend of Kuzmi Minin, who, having vryatuvav our Batkivshchyna among the Latins and the Poles?

Ivan Semenovich Cutlets with hair, sir? You might as well…

The abbot for the hour of obmirkovuvav vіdpovіd. Potim krov rushed to youmu in disguise. With a strong fist, he struck the table with an important fist so that the clay plate cracked and fell on the pidlog.

Rector. Why shut up? Read!

Vіn vіdvazhiv potilnik chentsyu-chitachevі.

Chenets-chitets (sleeping and chanting). “... Once, if the bishops, letting in Varlaam’s sight, asking for him to come back to me, the reverend priest: “Vladiko my saints! If God bless the glorious and all-commemorative apostles at the first day of this fast, on Friday I will come on a sleigh until the blessing of your Eminence ... "Indeed, at night on the fifth of the first day of Petrov's post, I fell snow on the second arshin on a summer day ... "

Rector (hanging over the table). Mean so! Hear me respectfully! (Looking yogo boov grizny, like a broken beak, and everyone who sat at the evening meal became very frightened.) I won’t make you happy for that anymore. I can't pinch peas on you.

Ivan Semyonovich pulled his head into his shoulders and nodded pitifully.

Rector. If you want to be left behind at the holy monastery under God's rule, then you will fix the well for the monastery. Are you kind?

Ivan Semenovich: Whoever is kind, to him is a beaver. And whoever is not kind, in order to live.

Rector. Same. If їzh for two, then popratsyuy for two. Price tobі on kіlka tizhnіv. Krynitsa is old-fashioned, zanedbana, but for the old hours of the healing bula. (Winning up from the table.) For thee, O Lord, that thou hast nurtured Thy earthly blessings. Do not forget us and Your heavenly Kingdom, but as among the disciples of Your coming to Thee Savior, come before us and save us... Amen.

Spiraling on the club, pishov from the refectory. For an hour we were mumbling, worrying about what happened. Let's sweat the lad-inok, pitifully pacing: “Down with you, uncle! Zovsim perished!.. "

Ivan Semyonovich And I didn't die. I am a carpenter for children.

Single-eyed black. There is no need here ... Here you can draw water ... Water is black, evil!

Ivan Semyonovich was deep in thought and let go of his cholo in folds. Navit povyakchasna joviality has deprived yogo.

Ivan Semyonovich (I'm starting to repent). And in-age, my right hand is dry and my left leg is visible ...

Vіdpovіddu yoma boulo gliboke movchannya.

A wooden block of a well standing at a deep hollow, with its bottom passing through a narrow stream. The zrub was blackened at the hour and it was covered with moss, small mushrooms on thin legs were washed from it. Ivan Semyonovich looked at the well and did not shake his breath. The black water came up to the brink of the maya. Lowering his hand, fumbling at the water and sighing softly... The fingers were covered with dark slime.

Ivan Semyonovich, you should sit there!

Rector. Mabut, well-did.

Vіn having thrown a couple of ceberas to Ivan Semyonovich's nіg.

Ivan Semenovich, what's the price?

Rector. What are you, scooping with a spoon? Chi tongue?

Vіn buv of satisfaction. At the head of the balakuchy Ivan Semyonovich, he was already driven out of the monastery, and now he needed more than a year, so that he could bring his vision right into life.

Singing sobі nіd nіs psalm, vіn pіshov from the hollow.

The non-self-motivated Ivan Semyonovich glanced shamelessly at the group of Chentsi who were standing in the distance. Falling on the left leg, I went to them.

Ivan Semenovich, what is it, b-brothers? What is testing?

Single-eyed black. Come see us.

Ivan Semenovich: And the yak-well? Follow me?

Single-eyed black. Here a regiment of soldiers does not run into. Aja needs to scoop to the bottom.

Ivan Semenovich (to clarify). To the dregs? Kolodyaz?

One of the chents. What did you think? Shchob brud usyu viliti, it is necessary to the bottom.

Ivan Semyonovich (having stopped stuttering). I only? Aje tse is not a sea, but nothing more than a well. Be a freak, but become a Novgorodian! (Vіn robiv kіlka sіdіdan. Zignuv right hand in likі і pokas neіsnuyuchi m'yazi.) Stand in lansyug and pour rotten water into the glass. (Rushing to the pit. Scooping up the black rubble with one bucket and handing over the money, standing nearby.) Break in! Otherwise, we won’t fit in to the Other One.

The wind blew like a French chentsi and blew into a glass.

Ivan Semenovich needs more water! Two is not enough!

The lad-schemnik, passing by, waded and wobbled: to fight the krinitsa to stand with the bagator hand of the yazichnitsky miracle. The head of a new type of Ivan Semenovich, and rich hands near the skin - behind the filling wind. The boy did not know the Indian pantheon and did not recognize Shiva. Just shaking his head and crossing himself.

That nі, it was more than a bachelor. Ivan Semenovich is the same, only merriment and joy. Empty cebras are passed to the well, there they look like a ford and run farther to the stream.

The Chentsi were weary, but Ivan Semyonovich wanted to know. Moreover, having thrown off the wines of his worn clothes from the ash-shkiri, the trousers of the coat, and poured water at the krizhan.

One of the chents. God is with you! You'll catch a cold!

Ivan Semenovich The water is cold, and the people are fornicating. What's hotter?

One of the chents. Don't know.

Ivan Semenovich I tezh. Trim the wind on the axle!

І vіn having stretched out the wind, filled with ford. It sang like a lansy and was poured into a glass.

The water in the glass at that hour became black and began to emerge from the banks.

The rector immediately folded the sheet to the archbishop. The clerk stood behind the desk and with a goose pen typed words on paper, as if dictating Vladik to you.

Rector (dictation). “Your Eminence! During the drier summer and late autumn, mushrooms were collected by twenty pounds less, lower at the past, and even more from worms, so it was not possible to prepare enough for the winter in abundance ... "Do you think you need about worms?

clerk. If everything is called and judged coldly in the hour, then it would not be warto b.

Rector. Why?

clerk. Khrobak can use yoga strength.

Rector. Garazd. Don't need a hrobak.

Obviously, the clerk was a confidant: the abbot spoke to him on an equal footing.

Rector. Write from a new row... “And the cranes took no more than sixty boxes, the swamps dried up, and everything that was left was a witch, which the local forests and motors have for us, for the beast...” Like guessing, you need a witch?

PISAR (biting his pen mrily). If everything is called and judged coldly in the hour, then it is not required.

Rector. Why?

clerk. You can take a bear to your quarters.

Rector. Go ahead.

The clerk soaked his pen in the inkwell and passed a bold line on the paper. The abbot thought and looked at the window, looking up.

Rector. Write further: “But if you wanted to and droned maybe two months, but still they brought good linden honey near the linden pitching, so I send you until the Day of your namesake and I ask your Holy Prayers. And I also ask for a walnut olive and a candle in exchange for a whisk, which I sent you earlier ... Well, how?

The clerk did not hurry from the beginning of the day and continued to bite the pen.

clerk. That everything is called and coldly judge in the hour ...

Rector. That th?

clerk. Nothing is required. Surely you can help us. Write that it was a miracle. The sun was hot. The grass has grown.

Rector. Why?

clerk. To that nevrozhay against your interests. Say, it’s nasty to cope with the right and send it to a distant eparchy from the eyes of a getaway.

clerk. Have you forgotten about Kamchatka?

The priest thought. After saying pause.

Rector. Garazd wised up. The sun was shining, the grass was growing... Ale about yalin and candles. I want to ask someone else for a new one...

Pisar lowered his shoulders.

clerk. Just judge in the hour, ask only holy prayers. Give exactly.

At this hour, a lad-ink ran into the cell.

Boy-inok Done!

Rector. I'm too hard for you, so you didn't enter without knocking?

Vіn got the lad by the ear and vіdder like a moment. The boy was crying.

Rector. What are you ready? I de?

Boy-inok (crunchy tears). Kolodyaz ... Kolodyaz ready!

The abbot marveled at the hour of the hour, like a new one on the table.

Rector. So two years have not passed ... What do you want, brother, to twist?

The abbot is out of trouble to the zanedbanoy krinitsa. Zzadu yogo biga shriveled clerk-secretary, who didn’t care for the need to finish the sheet, the situation with the krinitsa bula tsikavisha, lower like a paper, don’t go up to a significant spiritual person. From a shkiryan portfolio, like a vin nіs, washing a wooden kіvsh.

Pіdіyshovshi, offended commemorated that the chants were standing in a rut and anxiously peeping at the well, moving about among themselves. Having baptized the abbot, they parted, like the leaders of the Red Sea before the prophet Moses.

The abbot looked at the well.

Rector. And de Ivan Semyonov son?

Single-eyed black. Znik. Mabut, drink water, pishov.

Rector. So here drive to the waist!

Single-eyed black. It was up to the waist, but it became twenty fathoms at the mud, no less.

The abbot chiseled over the log, lowering the wind at the new one, the hero and sniffing the water.

Rector (pisarevі). Give me a qivsh.

The pisar prostyazh to you of the cuttings of the wooden kіvsh, the back of the supplies. The abbot scooped up water from the wind and drank it with one shovel.

The Chenci became alert, tensed up, for the rector was swidky for reprisals and spit on the swedish for the Swedish sirnik.

The abbot had made one kovtok from the ladle, the other ... Wiped with a harsh ruin.

Rector. Licorice water!

Here we all relaxed, started talking: “That licorice is pure. I tear to tears ... "

The abbot chuckled over the cut. Shouting at the gap to the tovshu drive.

Rector. Ivan Semyonov son!

Ivan Semenovich (dissatisfied). But then why am I screaming?

Vіn sіdіv, vyyavlyаєєєєєєєєєєєєє, bіlya protilazhnogo kіntsya zrubu і drying on obscure sun wet onuchі, rozklyavshi їх on wooden places.

Rector. I'm nothing... And why are you?

Ivan Semenovich, and I'm from Torzhok as a dear friend. Yshov for pivnich, and come for pivnich. Can't you find a hot tea?

The abbot wanted to hit the wooden ladle on the head. Ale streamavsya and overkill yourself.

Rector (in charge of orders). Brew youmu with dried linden. (Turning back to Ivan Semyonovich.) Confess tomorrow. I will partake of you.

Vіn having said about tse yak about blessing. Having crossed the well at once, Ivan Semenovich and killed him.

Rector. What do you say?

Vin turned to his secretary. The clerk at the sumnivі pіdtisnuv thin lips.

clerk. Chi is not that cadence. Illusion smell.

Rector. Axis and I'm talking about those. Do you think that the cadence is sumnivny?

clerk. Have you read Plato's Dialogues? The shadows on the walls of the oven, the visible light is less than a reflection of real essences, but the stench itself. Comprenov?

Rector (thinking). It would be necessary to obshukati the yogo cell, if yogo is not available.

clerk. Argument adrem!

Rector. Rest in me for assault. Most calm of all!

clerk. Repent!

Rector. I would repent. The kind scho without assault bude? I will say nothing.

Vіn sighed importantly, marveling at the distant forest and thrusting the wooden pitcher at the secretary's briefcase.

The rector served the liturgy. Vіn standing white to the Throne at the vіvtarі and reading a prayer over the Holy Gifts.

Rector. Lord, having sent Your Most Holy Spirit to Your apostles, Yogo, Good One, do not see us! Amen! Amen! Amen! (Quietly to the deacon.) Wonder, Ivan Semyonov, how is it here?

The deacon looked out from the vvtar, having repaired the pivnіchnі doors, but did not mention Ivan Semenovich anywhere. The Chentsi stood like a black moore and prayed earnestly.

Deacon. Nope.

Rector (voice). God bless you! Forget, now and forever, and for ever and ever, amen!

At one o'clock Ivan Semyonovich ran to the church. Hair yogo bulo skuyovdzhene, under the right eye of black is a great blue. Nemov bozhevilniy, vіn obvіv look around the church. I know the eyes of the deacon, who at this hour went out of the vіvtar.

Ivan Semenovich (muddy, in the greatest honor). I'll tell you... N-priest. There is such a thing on the right that you can’t scream ...

Deacon. Check now. You need to come right now!

Win pishov y vivtar. Ivan Semyonovich thumped on his knees in front of the holy Roses and began to bang his head about the lie. Rozp'yatty whimpered.

Nezabar from vvtar Viyshov the rector of a simple cassock. Religious ecstasy Ivan Semyonovich did not manage to make a deep impression. Fight against the unacceptable feelings of your own, win pіdіyshov to the lectern, for whom lay the Cross and the Gospel. Ivan Semyonovich, having baptized the rector, raised the priest to the new level.

The abbot, so as not to say rude things, squashing his eyes and reading to himself the prayer “Let God come to resurrection, and Yogo be smitten…”.

Flattening the eyes. Ivan Semenovich standing bent over the lectern.

Rector (dryly). Why are you complaining?

Ivan Semyonovich Everything.

Rector. And how do you think?

Ivan Semenovich: There is no such sin that I would not have tasted!

Shaposhnikov, having said it with annoyance, looked like the abbot shuddered. Vіn z perelyak marveling at chentsіv, chi smell the stench. Such words could bring anyone into peace. Alechenzi prayed earnestly and, it seemed, did not think that Ivan Semyonovich blurted out.

Rector (whispers). So, everyone?

Ivan Semyonovich sighed and nodded his head.

Rector (calling quietly). At the beating?

Ivan Semyonovich: What kind of vbivstvі? Knowing me, Vladiko?!

Rector. At the thief?

Ivan Semenovich… Is that bad for Russia?

Rector. Do false?

Ivan Semenovich Dig deeper. The worst sin…

Ivan Semenovich: I don't know the woman and I don't want to know.

Rector. Nikoli nikola?

Ivan Semyonovich: But why is valor like that for the glory of the world?

Rector (beginning to boil). Look, everyone knew, but they didn’t know wine! Hiba tse not zukhvalist?

Ivan Semenovich: Zukhvalіst is not an abomination. And you can try the guide.

Rector (taking it in his hands). Garazd. I understand everything for you. You are proud. Napoleon. Tse OK treba, who drove here! Sansculotte ti, brother, axis ti hto!

Ivan Semenovich The Convention has not been seen for a long time...

Rector. And you are proud to choke you without a proper convention! Repent in pride!

Ivan Semenovich, I can, but only if I can help you to receive.

Rector. I don't need much. You got ready to spovidi, canons vychituvav?

Ivan Semenovich, I’m talking about childishness and nothing, krіm grass, don’t їm! Sneety, that stinger, that troch of beer!

Rector. Drink, but without me. І vzagali what do you want, now come?

Ivan Semyonovich… About the worst sin of rhetoric… May I?

Rector (crossing himself groggily). Well... Speak!

Ivan Semyonovich hooted, stumbled, not knowing how to start and why. Rector, getting ready to the top, nervously fiddling with wooden chotki.

Ivan Semyonovich (in a terrible whisper). Love in my soul is inexhaustible ...

Rector (shuddering). Until what?

Ivan Semenovich To everything. Until the creatures of the earth, heaven and underwater. That's right, dear people ... (Heavy sighing and looking down.) I run horse under my foot, and my heart clenched in pity. I will cross the yogo. The sight of a homeless mow and that worse - the heart is torn.

Rector. What about people?

Ivan Semenovich... It's scary to say about a person... I love so much that I can't live without her. Especially without a human enemy.

The rector did not properly evaluate the phrase.

Rector. Strive, strivat... Do you love your enemies?

Ivan Semenovich Such a weakness.

Rector. І gates of the Church of Christ?

Ivan Semenovich, tsikh - especially.

Rector. New?

Ivan Semyonovich, if the stench would come voluntarily to our room.

Rector. And if you don't want to?

Ivan Semenovich.

Rector. Now my heart is clenched... Shoot it off! (Vіn vytyag z kishenі khustka і viter z chola pіt.) That's all, what?

Ivan Semenovich Not all. I repent of kindness nevimovnoy. In the presence of greediness. At self-sacrifice, at all-forgiving wisdom.

Rector. What?

Ivan Semenovich (explaining). Wisdom. Such a stand. Specific

ske. Have you tried it, vladiko?

Rector. Ni. God is merciful.

Ivan Semyonovich… And it’s fast in me. Siju, used to, bіlya vіkna, marvel at the long life and contemplate: wisdom. I can’t take anything from myself. Wise, and everything is here!

Rector. Vice is heavy.

Ivan Semenovich... I'm talking about. Let go of sins, Vladiko?

Rector. Do a haircut... Don't squirt me. (Vin wrinkling his forehead, thinking about it carefully. Thinking, saying firmly.) I can’t admit sins.

Ivan Semyonovich (disappointingly). I don't want it, but I got it right... I thought so.

Rector (uniquely vіdpovіdі). It's just that you musish himself at my door, and not me in you.

Ivan Semenovich ... I can’t lie behind the rank ...

Rector. I in the service of you are not bound by language. You don’t have to stand until the end… Go, brother, go!

Ivan Semenovich, where should I go?

Rector. Wherever you want. Go to the river... (Yogo's appearance brightened in a rapt voice.) Ribi is less evil. And I'll smoke for important guests. Aje before me and the archbishop comes, and vzagali ...

Ivan Semenovich… I didn’t catch any…

Rector. Tse is simple. Spit on the hook and throw it near the water... Take wood to your brothers. Go, my soul, go. For I need communion at once.

Ivan Semenovich... And I want to take communion...

Rector (with a sigh). You scho, kidnapped in your head? Not at all. Tobi tse zovsіm not to lich. Axis Rose a kiss and finish it ... Go, brother, go star!

Ivan Semenovich sighed heavily.

Rector. And blue breeches here?

Ivan Semyonovich… That’s right… Sam stole the eye. And I thought: the blue is not a enemy, like a zіyde, so і wyde.

Rector. I'm right. Take it sometimes. It’s not a good guest to sit and move closer, if we can’t hurry.

Vіn becoming meticulously tidy up from the lectern the Gospel and Rozp'yattya. Ivan Semyonovich wanted to kiss his lips to the cross, but the rector of Rozp'yattya vіdsmiknuv and kissed to the new without giving. Nodding his head towards the great wooden cross that he was standing on the canon.

Ivan Semyonovich sank down before the cross and kissed the feet of the Savior. Looking around anxiously, get out of the church.

The abbot, having checked himself, if he was drunk, pidijshov to the wooden cross and diligently made a harsh place, where Ivan Semyonovich was healthy.

…Vіn pryamuvav to the monastic buildings in the brightest crock of a fierce administrator ready for anything. Behind him, the secretary was covered with his portfolio. In front of the big boy-inok.

Rector. Chi exactly pishov?

Cotton-inok, well. Taking the wood and pishov on the river.

Rector. And how to behave in a cell? Chi is not spoiling?

Boy-inok, do not spoil. Ale pray zavazhє.

Rector. Why?

Boy-inok To make more noise. Now it’s a loud knock, a nibi zhorn rolls on a pidloz, then a wild stogin, and sometimes a laugh.

The abbot threw a promotional glance at the clerk.

Rector. Are you sensible?

clerk. It is said about the whole life. God will be the church, but the devil will arrive. Noel is quite peresichna.

Rector (sobi pіd nіs). I'll destroy the qiu noel... I won't let you into the monastery any time before me!

Morning stench went up to the fraternal corps.

The abbot sniffed, why is the dog in the water. The matting on the bed was winter and winter, the icon of the Savior lay on the bed.

Rector (to the cheng-chyu boy). Wonder why there is nothing in your yogo bed ... Mabut, steal and eat peas ...

The lad-inok began to rush in tsinіvtsі. Vtіm, obshuk viyshov short, more up to the hands once drank like a marvelous object. The lad is by no means such a bachelor: something for the toilet, something the devil knows, you won’t figure it out at once ...

Vіn viklav їх on the bed in front of the rector. He looked at them and roared wildly.

The lad crossed his throat in amazement, for the rector's laugh was terrifying for anger. And the rector regotov and regotov. І zupinitis nіyak not a moment.

In front of him on the monastic bed lay a lady's cap, a bonnet and papillots.

Vіn raptom, grabbing the clap by the breasts, sticking it to himself in such a way that the cassock rattled and cracked on the edge.

Rector. Up to me what a bitch son! Negaino! Negaino! Before me!

Three women stood on the wooden places and rinsed in the cold whiteness.

One of the grandmothers. And what is the statue?

Vaughn is small on Ivan Semyonovich's uvaz, like a tall one on a birch, like a statue, with a voice in front.

Ore. Who will you be?

Ivan Semenovich, fisherman. And you?

Ore. And I am a shameless ore. Take your pidbury. And then the shalaboli bovtayutsya, the women lykayutsya.

Babies roared wildly.

Ivan Semyonovich, I can't. Meni my good luck dear.

Ore. And like me, can you be evil?

Ivan Semenovich (honestly). Ni.

Ore. Get out, you fool, not a fisherman. There was no riba here.

Ivan Semyonovich... Well, they sent me... So, yes.

Ore. They sent it, don't go there. Did you dig up a worm?

Ivan Semyonovich Don't... They told me to spit on the hook. I all.

Ore. Your jack, like a spider. You won't get close.

Ivan Semyonovich (absolutely embarrassed). And w-well, you, piety, you don’t have a penny ... (Rolling up to no one.) Axis scho n-arobiv, bastard! How do you move me!

Ivan Semenovich (do not hesitate). Piety - tse zabobon. Rousseau reading?

Ivan Semenovich (zaїkayuchis). Why?

Ivan Semenovich (do not hesitate). It's necessary. Read. My original. I will write you from Paris.

One zhіnka іnsha. That wine itself seems to be. behavior!

Ore. Whom is it better to trim at the monasteries? It's fun, like a yellow booth!

The stench quickly picked up their whiteness and went to the village, fearfully looking around at Ivan Semyonovich.

Ivan Semenovich (rich). As Iona climbed into the belly of a whale, so salmon and chum salmon come here ... (To yourself.) Throw!

Ivan Semenovich (zaїkayuchis). And p-spit n-necessary?

Ivan Semenovich (do not hesitate). Yak you want.

Vin thought, marveling at the hook, and still spitting. Unhappily throwing hair near the water. Gachok fell right on the shore in the milky waters.

Raptom near the water, a gigantic shadow loomed. The fox tensed up. Vudka wanted to get out of the hands of Ivan Semyonovich, they tried to bite into her and, with inertia, flew near the water.

On the writing table were laid out terrible proofs found in the novice's cell - a hood, a cap and papillots. Fire crackled in the fireplace. The abbot sat at the wooden chair and in the eyes of Ivan Semenovich troch zadrom.

Raptom prokinuvsya in the presence of a rustling ... Rubbed his eyes and with a flicker huddled from his armchair.

In front of him sat a temple of a spiritual disguise in a luxurious hood and with a great panagia on his chest, the image on which, however, was erased and in the dark in the eyes was not visible. In appearance, the archimandrite is like a great monastery, no less.

Spiritual person. What are you, brother, so disbanded?

In the voice of Yogo, the abbot was internally trembling. Shchos Bulo in a new mandate, a general. The guise of an ascetic with penetrating gostrimi eyes did not fill up with sumnіvіv: the abbot will have a great deal. Learn only about whom and for what ...

Rector. Soromlennya in zasoba ... There is no such thing as the least necessary in the monastery, the candle is not silent.

Spiritual person. And rubbish at the soul?

Rector. Іst to stitch. And what are the stars… Your Eminence? Chi not zі capitals?

Spiritual person. From the Tomsk province. Kumandy monastery named after St. Homi the unbelievable. Chuv about this?

Rector. Come on, guess.

The archimandrite thoughtfully took a papillot from his hand, put it up to his eyes, and put a hand on the hood.

Spiritual person. So…

Rector. That tse ... Boys of one. Idleness. I want to vodderti for the vuha and let me in ...

Spiritual person. Himself vlasi twist chi else?

Rector (importantly). Inshim.

Spiritual person. So, a barber.

Rector. Possibly. Ale vin tse rob without the help of the public.

Spiritual person. Ale, perhaps, for їhnої spiritualї koristі. The presumption of innocence ... Is that a presumption in your monastery?

Rector. Everything is here. Ale, I haven’t done such a thing yet.

Spiritual person. And in me є. We successfully get it in accordance with the church charter and Roman law;

Rector Presumption... Would you like some thyme?

Spiritual person (dryly). I drink more sirah water. (After a pause.) Why are you married to blessed Ivan, hegumen? What are you living in?

Rector. Tse vie about whom?

Spiritual person. About Ivan Semyonov son. Adzhe vin mayzhe saints. (The appearance of yoga began to hurt painfully, the lips twisted, and became restless and terrible.) Glory about the new one to live in front. From youth to go to monasteries. Meek, like a lamb. Work miracles. Marvel, canonize yoga through the repetition of thousands of fates, what do you say? How do you sleep?

Rector. I won't say anything after a thousand years.

Spiritual person. Come out, others will speak for you. Buv, movlyav, on earth there is one narrow-minded igumen. Living the world. Burying live near the ground. Biv i gnav. I would use yoga in your place.

Rector. Where do you get this shovel?

Spiritual person. Where do you want. Having approached bi to itself. Having trusted the bi treasure that management. Preparing the change. You are not young. You can’t get hold of bagatma. Sleep at night, and upon sleep - a blow. And maybe, even worse - in the ranking service for a week. And here - a man, you can bow down to a yak forever. Our people. Make up your abode all over the earth. Come to the monastery to break up.

Rector. Beat God, how can there be supplies here?

Spiritual person. And forget about the earth? Helpers themselves write them together from the villagers and with flooded bows. And they will stand on their knees, having accepted these villages. (He frowned forward, frowning and marveling at the gumenov right in his eyes.) Don't forget about foxes, your lamb head! Fox, it would have been better, the best thing on the right, if you stand. What is the new melancholy? Only mosquitoes and huts. Ale, if you lie down, you will turn into gold. The tree is planted at the price. Virubaesh, sell it, and ask Ivan Semenovich to whom to sell it. On Skhid chi Zahid. Guess what. I don't have mercy on anyone. You are together with a gesheft, in the monastery there are candles and an olії, like a dream... It's easy to breathe and it's easy to live. Only the wind walks in the cold desert here and there, here and there ... Phew! (Vin sees a whistling sound with his lips.) That's it! (Standing up and adjusting his mantle on himself). I sat in you. It's time for the road. The path to Kumandi is short.

Rector. Rosemary. Command є Command.

Spiritual person. Team is a nіsenіtnitsa. Ale, service - a pose of remembrance. Goodbye!

Vin straightened to the door.

Rector. Why don't you take yoga yourself? At Commandu?

Spiritual person. The team is ready, but not yet.

Viyshov from the cell and having closed the doors behind him.

Igumen for an hour standing in the middle of the office, picking up thoughts and wrinkling his cholo. Then we raptom vibig at the clerk with a cry.

Rector. Cross... Have a new cross?

The clerk sits in his place, instead of thundering battles. The hegumen looked at the riddles that Yogo hooted, grabbing the clerk by the breasts.

Rector. Chi buv at the new chest cross chi nі?

clerk. Which lady can have a breast cross?

Rector. What are you weaving?

clerk. Healthy taka, debela ... Thirty-three nasolodi. I seem to be recognized ... I seem to be possible, but to others, it seems, it is not possible ... I already do not know what to think. A Moscow woman and a man's monastery... Nonsense. Aporia of Zeno...

Rector. P'yany ti, chi scho?

clerk. And you smell the little one. She let in vipadkovo. Do you understand? Hirska lavender. Water from suspension. Not for our wilderness.

Vіn having stretched out the batiste khustka to the hegumen with a heart embroidered on the new one.

He sniffed and began to cough unselfishly.

Raptom at the corridor, I felt some kind of homin. Three chents brought into the cell a majestic riba, ten yards long. Two trims її at the edges, and one clasp on the shoulder, moving the cuff beam. Ribi bula's head is round, mayzhe human. From the bottom of the nose, the whiskers looked out, and on the head there were small ribs.

Rector. What is it? New?

Ivan Semyonovich... You yourself p-asked... For the glory of God. And r-ribin w-Skoda. It's not her fault.

Riba marveled at them with her round sumptuous eye and sighed gravely.

Ivan Semyonovich's hands were twisted with tovstoy stump, and his legs were tied together with a sea rope.

Ivan Semenovich: And n-legs now?

Rector. So you don't come back.

Ivan Semenovich: And r-hands?

Rector. Shchob at the nose did not kolupavsya.

Sitting on a wooden bench and marveling, like a chance they spoof Ivan Semenovich, like an Egyptian mummy.

Rector. Shut up the 1st company of you. And then with sips of sipatime, like peas.

Vin served a batiste khustka with an erysipelatous heart. Chentsi slammed yoga to the mouth of Ivan Semyonovich. That one, having begun to cough, that stop.

Rector. Bring yoga to the pier, fathers!

There was a wooden pier standing on a narrow slab. Ivan Semyonovich, who was tied up, was entangled on the new one, who became lagid, movable and marveling at the eyes wide open in the clear sky. Hmari pishli. The red sun set for the obry.

Rector. Lord, Living Shlyakha, chanting with Your servant Josip, chant, Vladiko, and Your servant Ivan, be it any restlessness and slandering of will, peace and good will, and turn more powerful!

Pisar (whispers). And about the turn you said for nothing!

Rector. I'm sure Vin doesn't smell...

I showing his eyes to the sky. Hitting the church door. The Chenci lifted the slab in front of the pier and shoved it down with batogs, letting it flow.

The abbot thoughtfully marveled at the stove, which he saw in the new one. Crossed over and, spiraling on a club, pishov at the monastery.

Raptom vin feeling like screams behind him. Looking around. Pliv slab against leaks. Whom didn’t have any daily sums. The axis of the river flowed down the birch bark, the axis, like children's boats, swept yellow leaves behind it.

Ale plit ishov against them. Approaching the pier and importantly tickling her wooden side. The rector reminded that Ivan Semyonovich, like before, was unruly - to lie on the back of ties and marvel in the clear sky.

abbot Fuck yoga! Drive to the encore!

Ale yogo call buv marny. Some of the Chentsi have already stood on their knees, inflicted by God's miracle, some of them have baptized themselves and reiterated a prayer against evil spirits.

Seeing that you don’t make porridge with them, the abbot rushed to the pier, leaning on his mustache, breaking the slab into the shore.

Ivan Semyonovich sighed heavily and loudly. Stove, having thought for a while and nibi having waited for it from the current, pishov down, ale raptom sharply changing straight ahead and again raiding the pier. So raided that the abbot fell on the boards with a heavy blow.

The church ringing stopped ringing. There was a profound calmness in the whole Christian land. The abbot sat on the wharf and marveled with hatred at the tied Ivan Semyonovich.

The swaddled Ivan Semyonovich was placed in front of the rector at the vertical camp. Sob the body didn’t fall, the stench kicked it from the sides.

Rector. Rozvyazuvati is not required. I Khustka from the company is not required. (Vіn pіdіyshov to Ivan Semyonovich, respectfully admiring to his eyes.) So, comrade with water?

Ivan Semenovich only started to notice.

Rector. Bіlizna Pratimesh. What is unsuitable? I can't smell it!

Winning out of the company of Ivan Semenovich Khustka.

Ivan Semenovich We drank the porti on the board, we blew it to ourselves ...

Rector. I thought so. (I again shut up youma's mouth with a bite). You live there. At the portomine. I do not get on my eyes, for I will come. (Giving order to the chents.) Vіdnesіt іlo.

Ivan Semyonovich was taken into the corridor.

Hieronymus Bosch. "Saint Anthony's Peace". 1505-1506

Broke another. Zhila-bula resora

On the way, a marvelous procession rode: gendarmes in front and behind, in front - two coaches, gleaming with gold and with a double-headed eagle on the doors, cognacs on the right, high school, knocking with hoards, dumb seams: tsok, tsok, tsok ... fall on a knee and fall asleep, for example, the march of the Preobrazhensky regiment, or else what else ...

Dzvonar pobachiv їх іz dzvіnitsі і trohi svіdomіst not zomlіv vіd zhakhu. Having begun ringing in the dzvіn for the whole district, the chantsi hung out of the cells, threw the good work that rumor, the rector himself came running from the secretary to the dvіnitsyu.

Rector (sounding the trumpet). What are you talking about, fool? Wait, what's up?

Zvonar. Hirshe…

Vіn waving his hands and beat in dzvіn ceasing.

Rector. Hiba can be schos higher for a pozhezhu?

clerk. Maybe. The arrival of the clearest calling ...

The abbot waved his hands at the new one, crossed herself, and clasped her hand over her heart.

The gates of the monastery were opened. They had one gendarme on their back, then another, then a third... And then two carriages appeared.

Those who arrived filled up the entire monastery door. Zupinilis in silence. A little bulo, how to make noise at the height of the wind.

The doors of the first carriage were opened, and from it a fine young man of majestic growth with whiskers stood up and such a grand look that he seemed to want to climb on the wall.

Mikola Pavlovich ... Well, dear! Why did God punish me with such roads? Who vodpovist? Oleksandra Khristoforovich, my soul… Why are you cursed by the family of Russia?

The abbot chomus vyrishiv, that they themselves turn to the new and that they are guilty of their spiritual knowledge, they can earnestly vouch for the uneasy supply.

Rector. If we judge in a good hour and non-human minds, then we don’t need roads for us ... and insanely shodlivy.

Mikola Pavlovich, move on, old man! Then I'm not you.

Although the stench was about the same age, ale that who arrived, seeing himself as clearly young.

On the other side of the carriage, the viishov may be so very red, only a troch less for the occasion, but with straightening and whiskers, he could be crossed with the first one. Yakіsnі buli vusa, thoroughbred. І tsya breed both once fell into vіchі.

Another prisiv navpochipki and marveling at the wheels of the carriage.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). Come on, your majesty, our dearly ends on a minor note. Resora is dead. That wheel is under a threat.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). And I'm zavzhdi buv against the leafy English resori. Who is more likely to get to Russia?

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). To be honest, I wrote a dozen spring coaches from London.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). So, tsey old maє raciyu? (He pointed his eyes at the rector.) Why don’t we need roads and we don’t need carriages?

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). I wouldn't say so. The old dark one, like a boil. I want to expand the darkness of qiu to the whole camp.

The abbot's lips trembled. Vіdchuv, scho seem to yourself about the new one. As for leaving a straw, I winced with a glance at the clerk. That little hand-written miniature, which she depicted Sovereign Mikola Pavlovich for the last time, and showed to the rector. That one, looking at the portrait, looked even bigger and fell to her knees. Behind him, all the citizens, all the inhabitants fell to the ground.

Mikola Pavlovich (Russian). Get up, old man. What kind of intelligence? We still live in the illuminated capital, and now the camps of zaboboni are not in honor.

Prote behind the voice of the sovereign felt that he was satisfied. He went to the abbot, having tried by force to lift yoga from the earth, but the abbot began to groan, getting nervous and throwing himself on the ground, clattering his teeth. It turns out that the new one has an epileptic attack.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). Vіn died at once because of his patriotic sense.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). Tsya problem virishuetsya dosit simply.

Vіn pіdіyshov to the abbot, which at that hour had begun to їsti the orphan land, and nahlivsya to the new one.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (whispers, sincerely). Shpitsrutenov wants, old channel?! Get up now!

The abbot spit dry grass out of his mouth and immediately rose to his feet.

Mikolo Pavlovich, who are you?

The appearance of yoga hardened with rapt, round eyes became cursing. At the voice of the ringing of metal, in the sight of such a gentleman in the Winter Palace they were not tired. In one minute, a pretty and thoroughbred person pretended to be a basilisk.

Rector. Igumen… Mentor of these mournful mіsts.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And what about falling on a knee? Do you think it's so easy for me to talk to you?

Rector. I don't think. I don’t guess at all.

Mikola Pavlovich: Why do you care about my ministers?

Rector. Tim, I live in a witch's den.

Mikola Pavlovich uncomfortably spoke up. Vidpovid youmu clearly fell to the soul. Basilisk sign, and his eyes again became human.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). You chuv, count? And the old bastard!

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). Ask the new one, your majesty, what kind of people they have, to please the English language.

Mikolo Pavlovich, what is the human in you ...

Rector (not giving to bring). Nope.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And who are the same?

Vin showing his hand at the folded chents.

Rector. Tse not people. Tse sheep.

Mikola Pavlovich, it's all the same to me. Can you please the resource?

Rector. No, my God!

Mikola Pavlovich... Well, well, well... Just as you say, you don’t need any resources, you don’t need roads... But why?

Rector. Tom. If there are roads, then the enemy will pass them. I have a meal in the heart of Russia.

The sovereign hesitated. Zuhwala the abbot's confession did not give in to the evil one.

Mikola Pavlovich ... Axis, axis, my soul ... It seems old.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). Know someone to hear... Zaliznitsya. Won virishit our problem.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). In Yogo’s words, it’s possible ... Vin is not so bad, as it seems. The Russians are not foolish.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich Not bad, but smart.

Mikola Pavlovich looked round. He lifted his head and marveled at the link. Having bounced from below, as if marveling at the new ringing, in the form of great feelings, wind up your mouth, which is crooked.

The sovereign deeply sighed, crossing himself to the church.

Mikola Pavlovich… Through the provinces… I love you.

I gave my hand to the abbot. That vp'yavsya in her lips.

Mikola Pavlovich (pokіrno). Podulok us, holy father ... Do not slander. Reread it for us. We got tired.

Dim and a couple veered through the repaired doors. The appearance of Mikoli Pavlovich was blackened, specks of sweat appeared on his forehead. Vin has already taken off his own robe and sat at the dressing room in the lower shirt over the corset.

Looking at the vuzka at the end. Chentsi stood near the lazna with a mournful wall, in front of the other blacks the abbot and silently lied with his gray lips, maybe, praying. Two gendarmes stood at attention from them.

Having put on a shirt and having tried on his own a corset made of whalebone, which he wears in public and especially on trips. Ale, the fingers did not hear and the corset did not open.

Mikola Pavlovich (opening the door to the stairwell). Finish the drowning, come on, but sit down!

Vіn turned up to the boy-chents, like a liv on the rozpechen kamіnnya zhovtu homeland from the great bottle. The fireplace dimmed. Tіsny expanse of the laznі buv near the child.

Mikolo Pavlovich, what llesh?

The lad was silently marveling at the new one, opening his mouth.

To Mikolo Pavlovich... Why, why don't you see a naked soldier? Can you unzip the corset?

Vin turned his back to the clapping, as if earlier, trimming the shirt over the stegon, but not knowing.

The lad shook his shoulder blades and covered the fat with a ball. Numerous birthmarks that descended from the shoulders to the corset. The skin was white and erysipelas, mayzhe satin.

Mikola Pavlovich, there are buttocks and hinges. Razbeb їх!

Mikola Pavlovich did not stream and gave a lad on the hands. She unstoppably became protected and tangled up the hands of the sovereign with the palm of her hand.

That one, having stopped fighting, looking at the lads at the vіchі ... Look at them, they were shooting. The sovereign, having read in the eyes of Chance, the roar of a hunted animal.

Mikola Pavlovich, Mandta call. Abo someone from the protection.

The lad backed down, like before, putting his hands on the vase for a zahistu. Opening the door with your back. Stumbling, I ran to the people who were standing in otochenny.

Mikola Pavlovich (French, to himself). Pony idiot!

Sniffing to the dance, for example, the boy poured his motherland on the stone. Wetting his mother's hands, she sniffed.

The doors opened, glancing in it at the cries of a man with a shkiryan bag, which he guessed the titular guardian. The fox yogo bula was resolutely combed to sparse hairs.

Leib is a doctor (German). I am protecting you, your majesty!

Vіn shook his hands to break up the steam, scho was stingy in the storeroom.

Mikola Pavlovich (German). Smell, Mandte, what's up?

Vіn mav on uvazi suliya. The life-medical doctor chiseled himself to the bone, staring at the neck of the neck and noisily pulling in the air.

Leib is a doctor, in my opinion, bread kvass.

Mikola Pavlovich ... But in my opinion, it’s more mіtsnіshe.

Leib is a doctor, you are not allowed to. Blood can be poured up to the head.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And the spa?

Leib is a doctor, at the same time.

Mikola Pavlovich… Just a corset of roses. Meni tse bude vіdpochinok.

Offended people spoke German. Mandt tenderly unzipped his corset and laid Yogo on the wooden bench, keeping order. Mikola Pavlovich looked up on the lava, leaning back against the wall.

Leib is a doctor, it’s stuffy and stuffy here. You need to go.

Mikola Pavlovich, but the stinks will guess that I'm not dreaming.

Leib is a doctor, but we can’t tell.

Mikola Pavlovich... If you want some water they poured out of the ceberus, so that the stench of chuli.

Mandt uvіyshov at the climb. Having rolled on the back of the head one cebro lead, then we will do it later.

From the yard, having sunk the prayer spіv of the abbot. So, on the streets they sensed that the sovereign was rushing.

Mandt turned to the dresser. Mikola Pavlovich, as before, was sitting on a bench, with his back to the wall. On the forehead of yoga, the great peter has stepped.

...Yogo's head was guessing the head of the Medusa Gorgoni. My hair was bulging and pulsing. Disguise became bleak, like a statue in the Winter Palace.

To the head of the sovereign Bulo put p'yavki. There were some crumbs near the corridor.

Voice of Oleksandr Khristoforovich (through the door). Your majesty! Look like you're all set. Call for an evening meal.

Leib is a doctor, I would not be radiv.

Mikolo Pavlovich, tell me I'll be there soon. (to Mandtu) Know!

The life-medical doctor, having carefully taken the appearance from one cover, then we will see the other. I rubbed my whiskey with alcohol, smearing it with erysipelas oil.

Leib is a doctor (German). Your sumlіnіstі vіkonnі ії svoїh obov'yazkіv divuє.

Mikola Pavlovich (German). I am more than a simple soldier.

Leib is a doctor, and who is punishing you?

Mikola Pavlovich, borg and oath.

Leib is a doctor, shvidshe punish you for everything.

Mikola Pavlovich Tse one and the same. (Vin glancing thoughtfully at the leeches that swelled up in the yogo moist blood.) Who is the most unfortunate person in this country?

Leib is a doctor, I can’t know, your majesty ...

Mikola Pavlovich, that person is me.

... Vіn uvіyshov at the refectory bіdy, but do not care for the Mandt, which is your charge. Having crossed on the icon, having taken its place on the table, the whole space was occupied by a marvelous fish with fish and ribs on a round head - the same one, like Ivan Semenovich drunk.

Rector. The eyes of all on Thee, O Lord, hope, and give thee to me in the hour, open thee to Thy generous hand, conquer all creatures of good will. Amen.

Mustache for style.

Rector. Live near the local waters. Until the arrival of your majesty, God sent.

Mikola Pavlovich What is your name?

PRIEST (with amazement at the clerk). How is it called?

Scribe (with an air of dignity). Monster Exose.

Mikola Pavlovich (French, adjutant). Lay me down, Anri, little piece of that monster.

The adjutant carefully cut a small piece of medium weight into the ribeye and laid it on the sovereign's plate.

Mustaches sat, like on their heads. Rector bv blіdіshy vіd stіni.

Mikola Pavlovich ... But it’s so damn good, Count, I’m not near here. In some way, having thrown off a dozen rokiv ...

Oleksandr Khristoforovich, you know, Your Majesty, that I uphold European water principles. Russian Lazne is not a problem to follow.

Mikola Pavlovich pricked with a see-saw at the plate. Putting a shmatochok at his mouth. Chewed thoroughly. On yoga guise, a strimane zdivuvannya appeared. The fish bula had a wonderful relish.

Mikola Pavlovich: The water closet is richly handy. Ale, I can’t show my Russia with only water closets. What will be with my people for such an order of speeches?

Oleksandr Khristoforovich: Engineers will replace the people. Vcheni. Lawyers.

Vіn speaking not too seriously. Ale, at the last word, the sovereign, throwing a fork on the table and not appreciating the heat. Mustache, who sat at the refectory, thought: the count blurted out the wrong ones.

Mykolo Pavlovich, tell me, holy father, what lawyers do we need?

Win turned to the rector. That one's lips trembled in the heat.

Rector. Oh my God!

To Mikolo Pavlovich... Axis, Count, listen to some mighty old man!

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). Tsey strong old z'їv his brain.

Mikola Pavlovich (Russian). Lawyers... Just a few lawyers! What are you preparing for us with your water closets!

The sovereign's zhovch rose. The life-medicine indefinitely patted the pulse on his hands. The abbot wanted to shovatsya pіd stіl.

Mikolo Pavlovich, Mirabo bov lawyer! Marat was a lawyer! .. Robes'er ...

Vіn zatnuvsya, picking up the word.

clerk. Tsey is even shorter ...

It seemed to me that I was the only one at the table with my own thoughts.

Mikola Pavlovich (shouting). What are you carrying? Why is Robes'er better?

clerk. Vin slashing the heads of lawyers.

Mykoli Pavlovich's eyes glared and took on a viraz, like a basilisk's.

Mikola Pavlovich (grizno). Who is this?

clerk. Writer of the mysts. Self-taught. I will need to know the zmalka.

At the table viniklo trunov Movchannya. Pan unstoppably getting up, pidishov to the clerk and kissing Yogo on the lips.

Mikola Pavlovich, having said aloud about Robesper. Well done!

The mustache felt relieved, for the grim was less progrim, and the storm did not shed.

Mikola Pavlovich (turning on the plate). Lawyers of Russia are not needed. And the writers... They took an oath from the yakbi stench, like a military camp, todі - and on the right.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich: Absolutely suitable for the rest.

Mikola Pavlovich, do you know what a fortification is? Hydraulics? Exact engineering rozrahunok?.. No, I don't know. But we don’t know the Fatherland, we don’t know our peculiarities, such as God gave them ... We all have our own, and the English have no decree for us. I’ll say more: we have our own water closets, especially, and our own airlock, not like the English.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich What can be special in the hall?

Mikolo Pavlovich, and you better know, my soul! Well, we have a member of the Committee for my salaries, not me!

Hmari began to rise. But all the same, tension hung around the window, and Oleksandr Khristoforovich virishiv translated Rozmov to another topic.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (turning to rector). And why do your monastery have miracles?

The abbot prokovtnuv and lowered himself.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich, cryptic signs? Holy ascetics? Primari, wiguks, shadows on the wall?

Rector. Your Excellency... About what? I can’t imagine about the mayor. We will survive the winter without hunger ... Tse th will be a majestic wonder for us.

Mykola Pavlovich… All of a sudden, I’m going to rise in price for Russia and I can only feel: hunger, hunger, hunger… Our land has grown mad, the fields have become deserted and the land has ceased to be a people? And of all the miracles - there is no more evil of the English resora, like to please no one ... Why? Who is guilty?

The blood rushed up to his head, the cheeks turned black, and red veins became commemorative in bright eyes.

The one-eyed monk (having ventured). Ni. Not this way.

Mikolo Pavlovich, what are you weaving? Why not?

Single-eyed black. Our monastery has miracles. Great and un-

The abbot wanted to succumb to you potilnik, ale streaming, not getting stuck.

Single-eyed black. I speak the truth, holy father! I will not hesitate before my sovereign-emperor! (Raptomly throwing myself at the pidlog and bowing before Mikola Pavlovich.) Great banner and great ascetic!

In the eyes of the Sovereign, having saved a dopeful interest.

Mikola Pavlovich (priest). What do you want, hegumen? Yaky pid-

Rector. That not an ascetic is not a miracle.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And what?

Rector (christen). And the devil Yogo knows what! If the Savior walked by the waters, the axis was a wonder! And here ... And here it’s more than a plate of water against the leaks ...

Mikola Pavlovich ... And what was the wind on the flesh?

The abbot shook his head.

Mikola Pavlovich, build steam ships and swim against the currents by force. And a simple stove ... Isn't it a wonder?

Rector. Chi is not surprising.

Single-eyed black. And those who cleansed the old well of wines for a year from filth?

Rector. Chi is not surprising.

Single-eyed black. And why burn and not burn? I those who riba up to the new sama plive, like up to the apostles?

Rector (stubbornly). Not amazing, not amazing, not amazing.

Rector bov at the Nestyami. Vіn bіg, stumble and importantly wild. Falling down a couple of times, tripping over the root.

The wooden dressing room stood on the birch of the river not far from the lazna. Igumen pobachiv, yak Ivan Semenovich to carry water at the cebras. Not from the river to the dressing room, but, instead, from the dressing room to the river. But the situation was so tense that Shaposhnikov's devilish divastvo did not cry out in the abbots of an overwhelming attack of anger.

Ivan Semyonovich wove a handful of water at the river, one wind, then another.

Ivan Semenovich... And I thought... Should we take water from the river? Adzhe yi prikro. Isn't it faster than white to go to the river, lower to the white?

The abbot on tse zgrib yogo by the breasts and putting his fist up to his nose.

Rector. To come to you at once ... If you say a word, you won’t only care about the monastery, but you won’t care for the light anymore. Just sit there movchi ... Are you sensible? Sit down and talk!

Vіn pіdіbrav cassock і, spokoykayuschiesya, ran back to budіvlі, in yakіy bula refectory.

Ivan Semyonovich glanced at you. Because of the darkness, having looked at the last month. In darkness, it happened to you that a large mass of men is leaning on the new one - people of the world and those people are gone, and the helmets shine under the dead light, like a luska of the majestic ribi.

Sovereign Oleksandr Khristoforovich went ahead of the gendarmes. The abbot was a big lieutenant, whispering in the ear of a clear person.

Ivan Semyonovich passionately rubbed dry palms, taking empty cebras and hurrying to his dressing room.

The abbot opened the doors of the hall and crossed himself, letting the sovereign and count through the middle.

There was a fire burning. Firewood crackled at the rude. On the bed, in the same pants, a small little man was sitting and thoughtfully marveling at the month that he had appeared at the window. Having attached a bench of wines under a letter styl - on it stood an inkwell and a lying arkush of a white paper. Behind Ivan Semyonovich's vukh, a goose feather was erased. Dry tufts of grass hung from the steles.

Mikola Pavlovich (priest). Leave us alone with him.

The rector wanted to rebuke, ale strimavsya. Potai showed Shaposhnikov a fist behind the sovereign's back. Viyshov to the street and having closed the doors behind him.

Mikolo Pavlovich, are you a miracle worker?

Ivan Semenovich didn’t swear at the price of anything, but wilted a goose feather because of the wind and bit it, as if to shy the writers, if they blew a black noel.

Mikola Pavlovich Mi in the expedition. The Lord sent a test: the resora on the carriage shattered, but cheers to no one.

Ivan Semyonovich dipped his pen into the inkwell and began to write on paper with a fuzzy trace of a titmouse, but it passed through the frosty snow.

Having written and put down the pen, I entrusted myself to the bench.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich... You, you see, letters of instruction... May I have a look?

Ivan Semyonovich is not viable. The Count took out the paper, put a lorgnette up to his eyes, and began to read.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (reading out loud). "Bjoli in the sky zu-zu-zu ... Do not take from the breeder of the wine city! .."

Mikola Pavlovich (disguised). What? Which breeder?

Oleksandra Khristoforovich. (Raising his voice to Ivan Semyonovich.) Merciful sir! Allow me to clarify my invective!

On the face Shaposhnikov began to vibrate with a feather near his teeth. The hero stared at the shmatochok as if she were growing, respectfully looking up, putting a pen to her eyes.

Mikola Pavlovich ... So, so ... Well, Yogo’s words are good! (He frowned on his high forehead, thinking about it more painfully. Sitting down on the bench, in front of which Shaposhnikov was sitting on the bed.) I don’t take it. Take the state to your own needs. Tse in the world so - gifts from breeders and merchants. And if you don’t take it, do you still need the stench? Aje ti musish himself razumіti, skіlki vіd іm evil: bureaucracy pіdkupovat, foxes illegally chop, and if, God forbid, get to the treasury, then nothing will be lost in nіy, okrim dead mice ... I Oleksandr Khristoforovich to confirm: steal!

The count solemnly nodded his fox head. Here Ivan Semenovich miraculously pursed his lips, stubborn viraz disguised as skeptical and navit sly. Taking up the pen and quickly writing on paper.

Mikolo Pavlovich, give me a lorgnette, count! (Having grasped the note in his hands and reading it with difficulty.) “Without practice, you can’t bend the color ...” (We see, count.) What is it like, Oleksandra Khristoforovich ?!

The count glanced at the sheet.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (French). And here Russia looks at its rightful sight. People-sphinxes, like carrying game!

Mikola Pavlovich (Russian). And what is my price?

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (low-shouldered). To the bird. You can finish the audience, let's go, your majesty.

Mikola Pavlovich… That’s it, do it… Vіn me tsikaviy. Vin is no less a miracle worker... Vin is another politician!

The disguise of Ivan Semyonovich hung with satisfaction. From the fold of the yogo wilіz strumok slipped and descended on the paper.

Oleksandra Khristoforovich, we need to go. Vіn already let the sleigh go. Ask Yogo for a wonderful miracle, and on the right with a kiss.

Mikola Pavlovich Tse not me ... Tse Benkendorf ask. Can you please the resource?

Ivan Semyonovich wiped his mouth with a piece of paper. He whistled loudly in the new and clave navpіl. Having lowered the pen into the inkwell, and wrote fluently.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (reading). "Scho not to repair minds, sharpen with slings ..." In my opinion, everything is clear. Idemo, your majesty, Idemo! (Vin mayzhe forcibly twisted the sovereign from the right.

rutens? It’s more than an execution, because the death penalty has been imposed on us.

Dbaily closed the door behind him. Ivan Semyonovich smiled blissfully.

Mikola Pavlovich was pensive and gloomy, which made the great work go to the next level. Navit buvaliy Oleksandr Khristoforovich ishov troch vіddalіk, beware, not bothering to speak from the sovereign. The abbot did not bother. Wanting to go to Benckendorff, and waving at him with a noble white mitten, the hegumen announced the protection.

And pan all ishov i ishov curl up, putting your hands behind your back. His round eyes were wild in the middle of the soul, but what was there in my soul, we don’t know about them. Behind the fault, having seen the rush of the people, but not turning on her respect, to the fact that the head of the yogi was occupied by others.

The carriages of the yogo expedition, so suddenly interrupted, gave up. In front stood the tsar's woman, the evil one.

Mikola Pavlovich stared blankly at her for an hour. Then we blew out the swarm of cambric hustka, spitting the thickest lint in it, squeezing on top of it, smearing the cracked resor in the dark, rubbing it with our wet hustka.

I got to my feet and turned around. Yurba piddanih stood behind him, the stench marveled at those who rob the sovereign-emperor.

Mikola Pavlovich (to Oleksandr Khristoforovich). I want to sleep. Let's lay at the cell and don't wake up the vranci.

Oleksandra Khristoforovich, be vikonan, your majesty!

The doors to the count's room soundlessly opened. Oleksandr Khristoforovich, like a Viyskov man, stretched himself to the pillow, under which he lay the pistol of the Lepage system loaded.

Ale was not consumed in the new. On the threshold, with a lighted candle in his hands, stood the sovereign-emperor. Vіn buv robes at the night robe, a little hair on the head was bulo skuyovdzhene. Well, the count’s head, for the most part, was dressed in a neat grid.

Mikolo Pavlovich. Chi є chim write down?

Oleksandra Khristoforovich: I will remember, Your Majesty. Dictate.

Mikola Pavlovich sat on the edge of his bed, putting the candle on the bedside table.

Mikola Pavlovich (French). First: the speed of the kіlkіst kіlіkіv from halves to one thirds of the wild population on the territory of the Russian Empire.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich marveled at him without blinking.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich.

Mikola Pavlovich Empowering the powerful peasants with the power of the land.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich Impossible. What can the helpers say?

Mikola Pavlovich ... You can say: "Glory to the sovereign-emperor." And if you don’t say it, then you’ll make a fool out of it, you didn’t say it.

Oleksandra Khristoforovich, what else will you do?

Mikolo Pavlovich. (Vіn zamnuvsya, podshukuyuchi need a word, continuing in French.) One more thing ... You are one of the founders of the Partnership for the mortgage of floating steamships, is it not so?

Count movchav, nothing vyslovlyuchi his thoughts.

To Mikolo Pavlovich I your share is one hundred thousand silver rubles. What's good? І scho such underwien steamboats? Chi will not explain?

Oleksandr Khristoforovich: Rich is necessary and essential for skin care.

Mikolo Pavlovich, no doubt. Prote your pіkluvannya “Another Russian kind of fire suspenstvo” ... Tse filthy tone. You are a stately person, and commercial interests are clearly important here.

Oleksandra Khristoforovich: And why did the food blame itself at once?

Mikolo Pavlovich, for without practice, not bende coloration. I figured out what the fault is on the vіn mav. Without truth, there is no king. What do you want me to say? Without the truth of God. Think about it, my soul. Think hard!

Oleksandr Khristoforovich (after a short pause). When should I write a prohannya about a resettlement?

Mikolo Pavlovich, if you like. But I can't accept your input. Replace you with no one.

Mіzh them viniklo tyazhe movchannya, resentment marveled in different sides. In the middle of the world, the stench of the stench was instilled by the siblings of a charitable mortgage, but not by sovereign men.

Mikola Pavlovich (to defuse the situation, Russian). Would you like to sleep here?

Oleksandra Khristoforovich, may I do well. I haven't kushtuvav just yet. How about you, your majesty?

Mikola Pavlovich, Mayzhe yak at the Winter Palace. There are more bed bugs. Fierce stench here... Evil.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich, and I thought that the bugs at the monasteries should be fasting.

Mikola Pavlovich, they have a fast day today. Good night to you, Count.

Oleksandra Khristoforovich, dobranich, your majesty!

Sovereign viyshov at the corridor with a candle and quietly fixing the doors behind him.

... Having fallen asleep, but the pillow was not under the head, but lay on top, curling up. There was a knock at the door. The adjutant stood on the fence.

Adjutant (in French). You asked to wake up about the tenth, your majesty! The card is ready. The expedition can be continued!

The sovereign was asleep and swollen.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And the resora?

Adjutant Tsila. Why, I didn’t break.

Mikola Pavlovich

Adjutant, don't seem to.

Pan sitting down on the bed, putting your feet down on the bed and putting on the captcha.

Mikolo Pavlovich, bring some warmth and water. We'll go in a year.

Everything is ready to go far more expensive. The gendarmes were sitting on horseback, Oleksandr Khristoforovich standing and smoking a pakhitoska, opening the doors of the monarch's carriage. The Sovereign knew the order and, for that matter, chatted with him French.

On the dzvіnitsi scoring the dzvіn. The abbot was big to the emperor with a nose, on the basis of an erysipelas hefty cow of the monastic bread. Having sank down in front of the sovereign on a roll and simple bread.

Mikola Pavlovich ... And de koval, what a resoru lagodiv?

The abbot of whom saw a throaty sound of innocence.

Mikola Pavlovich: Did you do it yourself?

The hegumen nodded, looking up the eyes of the killer.

To Mikolo Pavlovich: Well, marvel at the vіchі!

Vіn silomіts hopped the abbot for the pіdboridya and pulled him to himself. The eyes of the abbot were calamity, sovneni sum'yattya and mud. I state tse sum'yattya gіdno otsіniv.

Mykola Pavlovich... For such a hospitality... But for... I remember, hegumen, without the truth there is no king. There is no monastery. Goodbye.

The abbot was in a good cover. It is covered by the fact that the ring was assigned not to you, but to Ivan Semenovich. Ale received the gift and kissed the sovereign's fingers with cold lips.

On the subvir'ї vinik ruh. The monastery gates were vіdchinenі. Z-pіd saves flying saws, the wheels of the carriage began to wrap around and rip. Promenev's bulk hovered behind the walls of the monastery.

The abbot stood bent. At the left hand of Yogo, the monarch's ring is squeezed, the fingers of the right hand were folded for blessing.

Vіn laying a wide cross on the quiet, hto їhav.

Docking the eye of the remaining gendarme, uncontrollably shaking his fist at him.

Irresponsibly threatened. Hearts are unfamiliar.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich: What do we work with bread?

Mikola Pavlovich It is necessary to respond to the gendarmes. You are not floury, like I am. (Vin, pointing with his hands at his life.) And I understand the night, what a Russian air can be. Vaughn maє buti shirshoy, lower in Europe, on a kіlka lіktiv.

Oleksandr Khristoforovich, now?

Mikola Pavlovich At overseas heaps of stench cannot be quickened by her.

The emperor died. Marveling at the end of the carriage. There is a sirіv odnomanіtny kraєvid: lіs ta buy. Buy that lіs ...

Buy a fox. Buy that lіs… The abbot and the clerk straightened to the door with a sharp crack. They kicked me, like Ivan Semyonovich dragging the white to the river. The cat was tied with a special skein to the back and bigger than Shaposhnikov himself. Vaughn poured nibi on kupakh, instead of whiplash, without any assistance to the people.

Igumen put a pointed finger to his lips, punishing his mouth. Together, the stench hid behind a fallen tree, watching out for Ivan Semyonovich to kill further.

And zrobiv wine is the same. I went down to the water. Putting the cat on the coastal sand. The hero from her pershu party whiteness and throwing it near the water. The river angered the whiteness, my mov, hoarsely її in the middle. Ivan Semyonovich trichi clapped at the valley. The water immediately spit out the whiteness to yoga nig. Navit from afar was commemorative, that the shirt was vipran with whiteness.

The rector of the meanings marveled at the clerk, and the clerk at the rector. Shaposhnikov, throwing a draft of whiteness by the water, and clapping at the valley. Bіlizna turned to yogo nіg іdeally viprati.

The abbot looked again at the clerk. And the clerk only lowered his shoulders.

Ivan Semenovich carefully picked up the vipran of the whiteness in the cat and carried it back to the right place. The abbot and the clerk, bowing down and hovayuchis, went next.

The stench hunched up to a narrow vіkna, stalking after him, that Ivan Semyonovich was working.

Shaposhnikov laid out a vipran shirt on a wide table. Having lowered his trousers to the knee and siv on her. The shirt immediately puffed up. Ivan Semenovich moved on, and the rector and the clerk cheered that the shirt was approved and ready to live. The rector of the meanings marveled at the clerk. And the clerk to the rector.

clerk. Sik!

Those who crossed over in Latin have seen supra-primary furnishing.

Rector (whispers). Clear your mind.

clerk. Tertullian. I believe it is absurd.

Rector. How are my children?

clerk. Viber is important. You can't leave yoga out here. Bo tse spokus for otochyuchih.

Rector. Anathema calm ...

clerk. You can’t drive, because the sovereign-emperor himself opposes you.

Rector. Visnovok?

clerk. See with your eyes, not see.

The priest thought. And Ivan Semenovich at the dressing room at the same time, having robbed the very operation with a cassock, which earlier with a shirt: clave on the table, sitting on the new bare hollow, and the cassock drowsing, dumb frying pan on the fire.

Igumen uvіyshov at the dressing room.

Rector (do not marvel at the vich). The greatest honor has fallen to you... Rejoice.

Ivan Semyonovich, do not honor ... You will not sitim. Let’s make me happy at once?

Rector. It’s better not to get excited. To that joy for us is suffering, as the Lord has vouchsafed us.

Ivan Semenovich... And who has now honored me?

Rector. Voted to drink in a distant hermitage and live on the bonnets. This path was followed by great ascetics - Saints Anthony, Simeon Stovpnik.

Pisar (telling). Maria Yegipetska…

Rector. Same.

Ivan Semenovich Ale Maria Єgipetska Bula Zhіnka i Litala.

Rector. You will fly as you please. Ale, give us more. Shchob mi did not bachili, if you fall. Trim on the axis ... This is a gift from the sovereign-emperor.

Remain the words of the rector with the greatest tightness. A ring came out of the intestines, curled up at the matting, roaring and yelling at Ivan Semyonovich. That one, having saved yoga, went to sleep, from which it was light, and fell in love.

Rector. Climb, you'll be gone in a year!

Stretching out his hand for lobbying, Ivan Semyonovich at the same time put the ring on one or the other finger and did not remember the rector's outstretched hand.

The hegumen from the clerk went to work. Fixing the doors behind them, they felt that they were like a rattling, rattling and knocking.

The rector of the meanings marveled at the clerk, the clerk at the rector.

Igumen crossed himself and sighed heavily.

Completion follows

Religious reading: the prayer of the film monk and bis to help our readers.

However, Vin in no way thought about the reasons for the very fact that Vin became an intermediary among the worlds. Aje, such a great gift cannot be seen. Ivan begins to investigate the history of his ancestry, which leads to great and terrible results. Ivan razumіє, that the fate of the people was prepared for him: be in the middle between God and the Devil. How can you fit in with such a foldable mission and not shawl the shawls on one side?

Trivality: 113 min. / 01:53

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"Monk that bis": life basis of the film

The film "Monk and Bis" became, perhaps, one of the most beautiful novelties of Russian cinematography of the past fate. In an hour, the picture caught the fancy of a wide range of viewers, and not only the Orthodox, but also won a few significant awards and honors (“The White Elephant”, “Golden Eagle”, Grand Prix of the festival “Pokrov”). Today, six contenders for the main national city - the Nika Prize - will be listed as winners on the 28th of June. Rich in why the success of "The Monk and the Bis" is based on non-typical problems, the idea of ​​the film: how can evil spirits be taught good? Tsіkavo, scho scho thinks caused the director Mikoli Dostal real stories from the life of the holy ascetics.

Invisible novice of the Nilo-Sorsk desert

Repeatedly in his interviews, Mikola Dostal himself points out that the main contribution to the idea of ​​making the film was knowledge of the history of the life of Ivan Semenovich Shaposhnikov, a resident of the Nilo-Sorsk monastery. Yak bachimo, the author of the picture is positively inspired by the name of his main character - Ivan, Semyonov son. What do you know about that wondrous holy fool ascetic?

Ivan was born in 1802 as a clerk at the town of Galich, Kostroma province, among these townspeople. Apparently, scho vin mav zdіbnosti to icon painting and craftsmanship, which he borrowed from the youth. However, at the age of seventeen years, Yomu happened to lose his heart busy: after paralysis, his right arm and leg were injured, until the end of his life, he could no longer free them, having changed his shoulders only for an additional club. Ale and in tsioma the young man, having succumbed to an obvious providence and the will of God, and virishiv to leave this vain world, pishovshi to the monastery.

The first branch of Ivan became the Kirilo-Novozersky monastery. Here vin, however, having tasted a short time, shards of illness, did not allow you to bear suvori labor rumors. Inclusions from the monastery, the novice of the arrivals at the Nilo-Sorsk desert, which is located nearby, de and proving the strength of his asceticism. The abbot of the monastery, Hieroschemamonk Nil Shvidko, having guessed from the young novice the wondrous image of God and the stench, became spiritual companions.

“If you don’t want to serve me, then turn back to Kiril”

Spontaneously, honestly, Ivan is already grieving for his first monastery. However, the Lord Himself instilled yoga and pinned down my worldless sorrow through His saint, the Monk Nil of Sorsk. Once an hour of service in the temple, if Ivan’s thoughts were completely rebuked in the Novoezersky monastery, from vvtar to new, the reverend Nil himself was not awake in reality and said: “If you don’t want to serve me, then turn back to Kiril.” After the novice's storm, the pain of the novice went without a trace, because of the joy of his feats at the monastery, the coming fates.

Unforgettably, the novice Ivan Shaposhnikov, coming together from strength to strength, managed to find such necessary, albeit rare, instillations for the dark spirits, like humility, absolute innocence and intolerance. Moreover, the powerful Yomu is also a gift of love, reaching out to everything God created. The brethren remembered that they carried a rumor at the refectory, stinging with pity for the next year, navit targaniv: picking up and rotting bread especially for these purposes, Ivan Semenovich clav їх at tі mіstsya, de coma was the most. The refectory wines had their hearing for twelve years, at which the kitchen replaced the first cell, immediately sleeping on the stove, blocked by boards. The clothes of the novice were unchangeable: be it the fate of the wines, walking in that very cassock, not wearing a vuzzle.

It is not surprising that the saint had a chance to endure a lot of slandering that noise in front of a young brother. Enduring everything calmly, not getting angry and not impersonating, often pretending to be a feat with foolishness.

By the way, so self-deserving from the ranks of the novices, Ivan Semenovich was rewarded with such gifts of grace. For example, the gift of clairvoyance: often the invisible light was revealed to you. Vіn knowing, who among the brothers during the hour of prayer is roused by obscene thoughts, and slyly twisted them. The seer remembered that it was a blessing to pray, that it was half-drowsy to pray, that the fire would go out. So holy bachiv, as two angels follow the newly tonsured. Vіdomy vipadok, if once at a meal Ivan Semyonovich loudly laughed, babbling, as if he had broken and disrespectful reading of the chants, he gave a bіs and їhav to the new one.

Like a place that stands on top of a mountain, you can’t hide, so about an invisible seer, it suddenly became known all over the neighborhood. Before Ivan Semenovich, people began to come with their sorrows and ailments. Having taken them out of love, ale shvidko becoming heavy with such worldly glory. From the blessing of the rector of wines, having created your own cell in the swamp and continued to carry your feat there.

It dawned on me that not only a few people, but even more, and the enemy of the human race could not have succeeded in the success of a wondrous old man. Trying hard to turn yoga in the service of God, knock it out of the pantel. Yet if Ivan Semenovich didn’t listen to the refectory, they were repeatedly awake to their terrible sight. The brethren often chula wondrous sounds that lulled the stars, and the lie knew the novice of everything in the face, the last of the living. The demons lifted yoga above the ground and shook the dance. The protege of the warrior of Christ did not give in to him. Sometimes the attacks were terrible, so if you ask someone from your brother, you will be left with him at the kitchen for nothing.

If Ivan Semyonovich moved to the farthest cell, the bis insurance and the znushchannya only got stronger. Once, when he turned back to himself after the evening rule, the terrible Ethiopian attacked the new one in a fox with a club and beat him so much that the novice lay still untidy. The scar after a blow to the head covered in a new to the end of life.

However, without a hitch, help came and was not given to help in the fight. As if the evening of the elders in the cell, Archdeacon Stefan appeared and pointed to the middle cross, saying that I am guilty of remembrance bisiv. Before that, the cross lay with Ivan Semenovich in a non-balance, the shards of the wine were eight-pointed, and the righteous man vowed that the correct cross could be less than chotirikintsev.

It was not a miracle to see the ascetic. Under the hour of grievous ailment of the wines, I was also honored with the appearance of the Lady of the Mother of God at the escort of the holy maidens: the venerable Anastasia and the Great Martyr Katerina. The Queen of Heaven gave the old man soup with black bread (Yogo is one dish) with the power of the Most Holy Hands, eating like a wine in a glass and dressing it.

But the fates of the earthly life of Ivan Semenovich still reached the end. Died on May 13, 1863. And more than six years before his death, he was tonsured by a cassock.

Yak Archbishop of Novgorod Osidlav Bisa

Another star of the main character of the film "Monk and Bis" was St. John of Novgorod. Vіn buv the first we will admonish, and not recognize from Kiev, as it was earlier, the Archbishop of Novgorod from 1165 to 1186 rіk. Tsey saint may be good in the history of the icon "Znamennya" of Novgorod, the memory of which is celebrated on the 10th chest.

The Most Pure Mother of God appeared to the archbishop himself at the prayer and ordered him to move the icon from the temple and install it on the walls of the place, the third day of which was lined with Suzdals. Only after his prayers did the icon, which is called the “Banner”, collapse from the place and allowed itself to be transferred to the indicated place. The saint himself wiped his phelonion with the tears of the Mother of God, if the icon of the znenatska “wept”, turning to the faces of the Novgorodians. As it seems, after all these Suzdal wars, which were attacked by darkness, they began to drive in one by one - the place was vryatovano.

Okrіm tsієї podії, z іm'yam Іoann Novgorodskogo pov'yazan a number of series of different retellings and legends, of which there are close to 150. Ride to Jerusalem on demons - one of the most beautiful and most famous confessions, included in the life of the saint.

As we already sang with the icon of the "Banner", Archbishop John Bov the great and merciful prayer book. Such a prayer is accepted by God, but it calls out anger and annoyance at the Bisiv power. І axis, at the hour of the chergovy cell prayer of the hierarch one besen, let the ascetic turn in the same occupation, starting to slosh in a vessel with water, which served as a washstand. The Holy One rejoiced, ale shvidko razumiv cunning. Vіn crossed the vessel, which closed the bіsa out of the sound.

We burn with the power of the hellish banner, having begun to ask the unclean to John to let go of the washstand. To di archbishop vіdpovіv, scho rob the whole less in that fall, like bis to bring yogi to the Holy Land and back. The bisenok waited a while and, having picked up the sight of a horse, zdіysniv obіtsyane, for one night they called the archbishop to Rusalim and back. There, the holy serpent saw the Church of the Resurrection of Christ, entered to some extent for yoga with prayers, and bowed to the Holy Sepulcher, and also to all other shrines.

Encore of confusion. Ale, for his “service” of wines, having asked Ivan not to tell anyone about the price, otherwise the unclean people promised him to take revenge. However, once, especially with the primal namіr, the righteous man nevertheless guessed from Rozmov that he knew the people, how he made a trip to the devil to Jerusalem.

“The substitute for that, to swim down the river, the stove, having poured the corner - against the flow. So people realized that they were horribly fooled by cunning"

Todі the crafty one, having begun to take revenge on you, trying to pray. Then he left the cell of the saint, having taken on the look of a harlot, then he gave some different items of women's wardrobe to you. People fell for the “shepherd” and wanted to get rid of the lords, who, having killed themselves, on their own thoughts, let go of sin. If the stench came to your Volodar, bis under the gaze of the maiden vibig from your cell.

Tse became the remaining droplet, as if she had recaptured the cup of burrowing. The people, having planted the shepherd whom he loved, on the stove, and having set it right, the river Volkhov. However, here it became a miracle, as it allowed the saint to be “rehabilitated” once. Instead, if you want to swim down the river, slabs of water in the corner - against the leaks. Todi people realized that they had mercy, they were cruelly fooled and cunning. The stench vibachalis at his lord, good for Yogo to turn around. The mild-mannered pastor, obviously, without becoming a trim figure, turned to the place. On the riddle about the bottom of the house, the slab of the archbishop was debunked, the Novgorodians erected a stone cross.

It should be noted that the plot of the tamed bisom from the life of John of Novgorod is more popular, and the film “The Monk and bis” is not the best. Until now, his artistic interpretation of life has been won in Russian literature. Somebody, maybe, once guessing the watering on the border behind the little laces from Gogol's story "Nothing before Christmas." It is noteworthy that this life motif of victoria and A.S. Pushkin for his first (unfinished and long spent) sing "Monk".

However, I do not misleadingly create an interpretation with simple positions. The history of Ivan, Semyonov's son, and bis on the name of Legion is only a "reflection on the topic", and not Orthodox beliefs. As you know, good and evil live by their own laws, and art - by their own. Therefore, whether it is a ringing in nonsense and “non-canonicity” according to the reference to the film “The Monk and Bis”, ungrounded and ridiculous.

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"Monk i bis". What kind of prayer does the movie sound like?

Tashenka Dronova is sweet, why slaves, my blue of God. Lay down and lift me up, here you don’t have a race, if not your Tasha’s prayer, ask and lift it up, it’s not given to everyone, I support you. Smite and heal the axis, people think about the skin word, this prayer was read by a person for the Lord, and you read it for yourself.

In the film "The Monk and Bis" directed by Mikoli Dostal, the prayer of St. Philaret, Metropolitan of Moscow, sounds good.

The prayer is beautiful and well read by the actor Timofiy Tribuntsev, who played one of the leading roles in the film.

Monk i bis. No candle to God, no poker poker.

“Yakscho all call and judge coldly at the hour”, then we will try to bring respect to deak speech.

Not a lot of history, not fiction, more Arabs confused the Trochs:

According to the lives, tse vin, and not Mikita, he won the bisa and litav to Jerusalem. Ale, the saint at this moment overcame the devil, punishing you to fly, punishing you to stand at the entrance to the Throne of the Lord, punishing you to fly back.

Let's take revenge on that through people. For the suspicion of dissolving the saint, they drove him out of the place, putting him on the stove. Ale, becoming a raft to drain, to drain itself into a place against a leak. (At Arabov, the plate turns to the monastery.)

Nache dribnitsa. Ale Ivan, turning with the power of the Bisivskoy against the current, and the real monk John, for his prayer to God, pouring into the monastery.

Who is Ivan? - Bisnuvaty! Tobto, man, how not to fight against the ovnishnim enemy of the human race, like a mustache ascetic, but you can have a wicked character. That wine itself seems to be: "Why can't I be possessed by a demon and vignati yogo?"

Bula is such a real person, as if she lived in the 19th century. Ivan Semenovich Shaposhnikov, novice of the Nilo-Sorsk desert. Knowing a lot of wines from the air, but only the stench bothered you calling.

And in the film, yogo was robbed of bіsnuvatim.

After the services they lowered the icon of the Mother of God of Pochaivska to the beast, and the people came to kiss. In front of me, two young men were leading a woman, as if the ice was moving her legs. In front of the very icon, the people could not lift the woman’s ailment to the icon, they didn’t report such bizusil. The monk himself, having pressed the icon to the lips of the woman, seemed to have shrugged it off, and accompanying her, they easily saw her death.

For example, Motovilov reportedly described his camp, which he himself had spent in such a situation.

What about the film? Comedy, farce, that year. What to create a new inhabitant of the monastery, how funny. Glyadachev is not guilty but boring!

Das ist fantastic! Third pidmina.

And now two of them have been trying for the whole hour at once. That the ascetic must fight already against the evil of evil? Nothing like it! If the rector sighed, that the stumps themselves were left behind in the forest, then why did Ivan shout, do not hesitate? I am awake in the new encore uviishov?

"Enter and exit, enter and exit, miraculously enter." (With)

And what do we do? The enemy of the human race is simply a guide. Rob a mustache, sob Ivan having spent until the Holy Sepulcher. Navit ztsіluє chentsya.

Only the Lord heals with the method of vryatuvat, and the demon with the method of destruction. And there are two great retailers, as it seems in Odessa.

P o d c o t i a t e l. Strive, strivat... Do you love your enemies?

І v a n S e m e n o v i h. Є such a weakness.

P o d c o t i a t e l. І gates of the Church of Christ?

І v a n S e m e n o v i h. Tsikh - especially.

P o d c o t i a t e l. New?

І in a n S e m e n o v i h. Schob stink voluntarily came to our room.

P o d c o t i a t e l. And if you don't want to?

І v a n S e m e n o v i h. Primusimo.

"And whoever in me does not want to be happy, I will twist him into a lamb rig!" (With)

It's already like an inquisition. What to show already in the film - Ivan Semenovich by force vshtovhuє Legion to the destination of the Holy Sepulcher.

Vidpovid: This is such a stone. Tse people, free will, like God cannot destroy.

So can you put some kind of bandit where you need it, and fix it? What? I’m going to stop our fifth column, then let’s go to the venal officials. We organize charter flights to Jerusalem. Give more. Zlochintsiv iz v'yaznits, ATO, IGIL, NATO top. I'm legion.

The year of atheists, Muslims, us, whoever believes, but is wrong. Orthodox oprichnina, that year. J. Orwell is convinced.

Lighthouse? And the film's hitch isn't crazy?

If I had first read the prayer of the Optina elders, but in the same esoteric book. Even she was worthy of me. And then we reluctantly recited this prayer in the Orthodox Church. So the axis: Prayer in that book scurried away for a long time, and the words were simply forgotten. What am I up to?

And before that, the axis is part of the prayer of Filaret, Metropolitan of Moscow:

“Hit that target, throw off and send me. reverence I pray before Your Holy Will and Your shares that are not tainted for me.

Reinforced words at the prayer of Ivan during the day. And why, vlasne?

“Your word is true, O Lord, that evil of old cannot be new honesty, and the head of all evil will not work for good!”

What is a blues-nir film? Shvidshe, stupid, more the author of the film bear the blame for incompetence. What are you doing here.

"Don't shoot at the pianist, play it as smart as you can." (With)

“Ex, Vanya, Vanya… There is no liberalism in you. I have no intuition.

Why? Yakі exact words, but chi did not enter. Maybe htos zaboroniv?

Ale film schos viyshov. Continue the thought.

"As long as the people are illiterate, of all the arts for us the most important is cinema and the circus."

Where should the light go…

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"Monk i bis". Exclusive orders, aphorisms from the film to become famous.

Without a doubt, the bagatioh didn’t stop the baiduzhims from finishing the fresh robot Mikoli #Dostal “Monk ta bis”. The film received a lot of positive feedback from me. I think there are few of those who, without having turned their attention to the great number in the new original orders and in the distance aphoristic speeches, were simply destined to become krylatimi. Deyakі iz them, I am enthralled, already everywhere walk around the expanses of Russia, that th not only, even de us, Russian, only a few.

. Chi is not that cadence. (Not the kind of thing).

ske. Have you tried it, vladiko?

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Monk i bis

"The Monk and Bis" is a new film by Mikoli Dostal, which recently (08.09.2016) appeared on the screens. One of my Orthodox friends called yoga "an ideal Orthodox movie". This "htos", in a way, is a church person, but in a different way, a professional at this gallery (the miraculous "Unbelievably dearer than the Seraphim" is a sufficient proof of this), so I can take this review more seriously.

I’ll immediately change my mind: everything else there is completely false. A false abbot, a false chants, a false tsar and a false dignitary, a false Russia that knows under the oppression of autocracy. Zagalni mіstsya, stamps, tedious, known from the first glance inanimate image, standard pseudo-Orthodox popular print.

And the bisi are the arches of the cіkavі objects for art. On the right, in what the stench is suitable for the muses, to that the musi always paint with gusto, savory barves. Spravzhnya osobistіst chentsya, sho repent, it’s better to die in the days of the psyche of the foolish demon, who came to the monastery with a frightful method. Miraculous "help", for an hour like a demon "repents" in his obvious chest, in love to the whole living thing else. In short, the obsession of the protagonist gave the creators of the film the opportunity to create a cicavi and profound image.

I, nareshti, on the third - in case of non-repentance, the person is guilty of pokirno to endure the legacy of sin, which is known to him - sorrow. On this (third) level of repentance, there is the leading hero of the film, possessed by a demon, Monk Ivan Semenov. And to endure, moreover, so that looking not hard at the eye, the one looking to see is basically not flour and chentsa, but the devil's cool windings. The first axis Ivan still reaches the line, it is shown - and to the other hand. Accept, I believe, wanting to change me not so easily.

PS: For the sake of justice, I will respect that a good woman can be reached by such a path. The axis of the final act of the life drama of Ivan Semenov.

The authorities dopituє їх - chentsya and bis, which, having spent its strength in the temple of the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem, looking like a great rogue. You are suspected of being robbed:

– Did you take the mail at the station?

- That me th brother is nothing, - it seems slyakano bis. - He caught his hands!

- On the axis, warm your hands.

- And you? - Ask the bosses chentsya.

- That's right, your honor. I am guilty, - Ivan Semyonov says.

- And the kobil at the villager Zakharka on Rіzdvo chi did not lie?

- Did you name the girl Smolyaninova?

- You ask about the death of Pompeii, don’t you? - the demon sneers.

- Ty Pompey filling up, murderer? - Ask the authorities.

- That tse vіra in a new way! - explain bis. - Take it all. Bad, need to say, faith.

- Ivan, Semyonov syn. Z mіschan.

- So what? Like the mischief, so can you lie? Mustache! The inquiry is completed. Fedot! Vishmagati oboh for vagrancy. And the axis of which axis, z mіschan, smack especially! For slandering herself, she is disrespectful to vladi.

І tsey unfair virok (at the same time, not allowing his own logic) appears to be fatal for the chents. Lethal - and ryativnim. Spanking is a scourge of yogo in the form of bisiv violence, for the first time of exaltation of the bis you cannot show the power of the powerful force and hold in the body the soul of the chents that hangs in the new. The one who endures to the end - that vryatovaniya will be.

As an addendum to the text - there is a lot of darkness in the comments from Facebook:

Olga Gella the righteous youmu appeared too tough and vіn having violated shukati the sacrifice is simpler so let's say. Bis viyshov vzagali netikavim, more primitive. And the axis was the image of chentsiv, the abbot me was given away by the tsikavim, I don’t know what it is, but they can be.

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