The story “Biryuk” refers to “Notes of the Hunter” - a cycle of works where I. Turgenev reflected the customs, traditions and customs of the Russian people. The main events unfold in a deep province. The plot consists of everyday stories that have been heard or seen by the narrator. A brief retelling of this book will help you understand and remember everything that the author has described.
(392 words) Late in the evening I returned from hunting, clouds were gathering in the sky - a thunderstorm was approaching. I drove into the forest, heavy rain began, the horse stopped stopping, in the dark I stopped at the bush with the intention of waiting out the thunderstorm. At that moment lightning flashed, and I saw a silhouette of a man next to me. The man called himself a local forester and offered to take me to his hut. I agreed.
He took my horse by the reins and led us through the dark forest for a long time, finally, we approached the forester's hut. He knocked on the door, a barefoot twelve-year-old girl opened to us. The hut was poorly furnished and consisted of one room. A cradle hung in the middle of this room, the girl held a splinter with one hand, and gently rocked the cradle with the other. I learned from her that she is the daughter of a forester, and that she is completely alone here.
The forester walked into the hut, and by the light of the lantern, I finally could see him: he was a shoulder, tall, with a long black beard. He called himself Thomas and said that he was called Biryuk, in the Oryol province they are so called sullen and lonely people. I remembered that I had heard many times before about a certain Biryuk. Everyone considered him a stern and strong guardian of the forest: "He will not let him pull away the brushwood from the brush ...".
I asked if there was a mistress in his house. He answered evasively that she escaped with the tradesman, leaving two children. Biryuk went to check my horse, the storm subsided, and the forester invited me to hit the road. He grabbed the gun, and I wondered why. He replied that he hears someone chopping a tree in the forest, although I myself have not heard it.
The rain ended, we walked through the forest, the forester stopped and listened. Suddenly, the turkey broke, ran and disappeared behind the bushes. I heard the terrible voice of the forester and a plaintive cry, a struggle ensued. I ran to the sound and saw a felled tree and a poor peasant with a disheveled beard. I asked the forester to lower the poor man, promising to pay for the tree.
It started to rain again, and we returned to the hut together with the exhausted poor man. The forester wanted to close the thief in the closet, but I asked him not to. “Let go,” the peasant asked the forester. The forester did not succumb to persuasion, and the unfortunate began to scold the spirits. The hero grabbed the thief by the shoulders, I rushed to the aid of the peasant, but then the forester dragged the poor man out the door and shouted to him to go to hell.
At that moment, I realized that the forester is actually a good person. Biryuk asked me not to tell anyone about this incident, volunteered to accompany me again, and after half an hour we said goodbye to the edge of the forest.
