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Year: 1967 Genre: story

Main characters: projectionist Knyazev Vasily Yegorych, brother Dmitry, daughter-in-law Sofya Ivanovna.

A weirdo is the personification of a simple person from the people. At the end of the story, Shukshin reveals to readers details about the main character. The weirdo acted as his heart told him, he is an open and sincere person. The author wants to draw attention to the fact that more and more people are becoming callous, hiding their real emotions.

Shukshin often writes his stories about ordinary village people. This story tells about a simple man named Vasily Yegorych, who works as a projectionist in the village; he is not indifferent to dogs and detectives. Because of his simplicity, many considered him eccentric, and his wife affectionately called him a eccentric.

One day Chudik decided to visit his brother, who lives in the Urals. They haven't seen each other for 12 years. The weirdo goes on a long journey. But already in the nearest city he finds himself in a stupid situation. The weirdo decided to buy gifts for his nephews and while standing in line at the store, he discovers 50 rubles that were lying on the floor. The weirdo decided to joke about this, thereby attracting attention to himself, but people did not understand his joke. He simply picked up the piece of paper and placed it on the cash register so that the owner of the lost bill could be found.

Leaving the store, Chudik realizes that he is missing 50 rubles in his pocket. He begins to scold himself for such stupidity, but does not dare to enter the store and take his money. He was afraid that people would think badly of him. So he left in upset feelings. On the plane, he tries to talk to his neighbor; the man was reading a newspaper and did not want to communicate. When the flight attendant asked all passengers to fasten their seat belts, Chudik decided to repeat to his neighbor that it would be safer to buckle up, but the man was keen on reading. As a result, the man falls from his seat and loses his dentures. Weird begins to help him, but the man only yelled at him. In response to the rude attitude, Chudik offers his help, which surprises the angry neighbor.

Arriving at his brother Dmitry, Chudik learns that in addition to his nephews and brother, he also has a daughter-in-law. At first sight, Dmitry's wife begins to hate Chudik. She tries in every possible way to insult him, hinting that he is not a welcome guest in the house. But Chudik responds to this aggression with kindness. The next day, Chudik decorates the baby stroller to please both his parents and nephews, after which, pleased with himself, he runs to the store for sweets. His daughter-in-law didn’t like it all, she kicks him out of the house. The weirdo goes back to the village to his wife.

Picture or drawing of Weird

Issues

In the story, Shukshin raises a favorite problem - the relationship between urban and rural residents. Chudik notes that “in the village people are better, more unpretentious.” He cites the example of his fellow villagers, who became Heroes of the Soviet Union and Knights of Glory of three degrees. The weirdo values his village life, even the air, and is not going to exchange it for a city one.

Another important problem of the story is family relationships, which can be built on love and trust or on mutual discontent (brother’s family). Many stories about eccentrics raise the problem of the relationship between an eccentric with a childish outlook on life, who lives by the heart, and people who are driven by reasonable pragmatism.

Heroes of the story

The main character of the story is called weirdo. That's what his wife called him, often in a negative context. The word “eccentric” has become the definition of a typical Shukshin hero. The peculiarity of these heroes is that they are simple, unsophisticated, not adapted to life and inconvenient for loved ones. Something happens to them all the time, and it interferes with the lives of others. They harm unintentionally, wishing others well. Freaks are childish and live by their hearts.

Such is the Weird. His portrait emphasizes simplicity and good-naturedness; he looks like a baby: a round fleshy face, round blue-white eyes. The author immediately reports that Chudik does not know how to joke, pretends that he is not afraid of a long journey, and respects city people. All these character traits are also childish, although the hero is 39 years old.

The teenage desire to impress forces Chudik to “cheerfully and wittyly” inform the queue that there is a 50-ruble note at the counter (half the monthly salary). The weirdo thinks he succeeded. But the reader already knows that Chudik doesn’t know how to make jokes. Even after discovering that it was he who lost the money, Chudik does not dare take it back. As a teenager, he is not confident in himself and is afraid that he will be judged and the paper will not be handed over.

The weirdo is even afraid of his wife, like a child is afraid of his mother’s scolding. And indeed, his wife hit him on the head a couple of times with a slotted spoon.

People notice the simplicity of the Chudik and teach him how to live, making comments to him, although he tries to please everyone.

When he picks up a passenger's dentures on the plane, he scolds Chudik for picking them up with dirty hands. The stern telegraph operator refuses to send a telegram to his wife in verse, reminding him that he is “an adult. Not in kindergarten." Daughter-in-law Sofya Ivanovna also makes a remark when Chudik sings loudly (from her point of view, he yells): “You’re not at the station.” Weird's best job is decorating a baby stroller. The weirdo is a master of his craft, he has already painted the stove, “which everyone marveled at.”

Shukshin leads the reader to the idea that the strange and abnormal is not the Weird at all, but those around him who reject the manifestation of feelings and the feelings themselves, calling them kisses and snot.

There is no anger in the Freak, which is why he tolerates anger in others so hard: “When they hated him, he was in great pain.” Faced with hatred, the Weird loses the meaning of life, does not fight, but leaves.

Chudik's brother Dmitry and his daughter-in-law Sofya Ivanovna- come from the village, but live in the city. Dmitry misses his homeland, asks his brother about home and dreams of coming to visit with his family. Sofya Ivanovna strives to break all old ties and dreams of a career, as she understands it. Sophia considers her husband and his brother losers because they are from the village. Her career consists of working as a barmaid in some department. She also prepares her children for a successful city life; according to her father, she torments them at piano lessons and figure skating. According to Shukshin’s plan, she is made by an evil break with her native village, with nature. Although it’s hard not to get angry if a stroller (an expensive thing) is decorated with children’s paints, which are washed off with water at the first rain. So Shukshin does not take sides in the conflict.

Plot and composition

The plot of the story is Chudik’s journey to his brother, whom he had not seen for 12 years, in a city in the Urals. The journey is fraught with many dangers, the hero experiences adventures: he loses money and is forced to return back for more, the plane lands on a potato field, risking the lives of passengers. Fate seems to be against the Weird, and not by chance. Throughout the entire journey, Chudik feels like a nonentity, asking himself the question out loud several times: “Why am I like this?” This is a question about the meaning of life: why is the hero different from others and how can he live in peace with other people?

The story consists of three parts. In the first, the hero comes up with the idea of visiting his brother. The second part is the journey itself (bus – train – plane – brother’s house).

The third part is the decision to return home and the return itself. The hero experiences great happiness from the fact that he arrives in a familiar environment, where he feels not like a weirdo, but useful and the right person, who knows how to work: he reroofed the house and built a veranda, and works as a projectionist in the village.

The name of the main character and his profession appear in the last paragraph of the story, after the description of a particularly “village” and “childish” act: The weirdo returned home and ran barefoot, taking off his shoes in the rain.

The plot of the story, if we omit everyday details, corresponds to the folklore plot of the fairy tale “Whatever the husband does is good.” A man exchanges property at a loss for himself, leaving him with nothing, but his wife is glad that he came home safe and healthy. The reader leaves the hero just at the moment when he approaches the house. One can assume that his wife will meet him like a wife from a fairy tale, but the ending of the story is open. But brother Dmitry’s wife does not look like a fairy tale.

Stylistic features

The story has little dialogue compared to Shukshin's other stories. The character of the hero is revealed through his actions and through his internal monologue. The reader sees the world through the eyes of the Chudik, and from his point of view evaluates the words and actions of other people. That is why the reader perceives Chudik’s remark ironically that his wife and daughter-in-law are “not evil, but crazy.”

By shifting the point of view towards the perception of the childish or wonderful, Shukshin encourages the reader to ask himself the question of whether he himself is missing anything in life.

Author Shukshin Vasily Makarovich

Vasily Makarovich Shukshin

His wife called him “Weirdo.” Sometimes affectionately.

The weirdo had one peculiarity: something always happened to him. He didn’t want this, he suffered, but every now and then he got involved in some kind of story - minor, however, but annoying.

Here are episodes from one of his trips.

I got a leave of absence and decided to go see my brother in the Urals: we haven’t seen each other for twelve years.

– Where is this spinner... the subspecies of bityur?! - the Freak yelled from the pantry.

- How should I know.

- Yes, they were all lying here! “The weirdo tried to look sternly with his round blue-white eyes. “Everything is here, but this one, you see, is not there.”

- Does it look like bityurya?

- Well. Pike.

“I apparently fried it by mistake.”

The weirdo was silent for a while.

- So how is it?

- Is it tasty? Ha ha ha! “He didn’t know how to make jokes at all, but he really wanted to.” - Are your teeth intact? She's duralumin!..

...It took a long time to get ready - until midnight.

And early in the morning Chudik was walking around the village with a suitcase.

- To the Urals! To the Urals! - he answered the question where he was going. At the same time, his round, fleshy face and round eyes expressed an extremely careless attitude towards long roads - they did not frighten him.

To the Urals! We need to sneak around.

But the Urals were still far away.

So far, he had safely reached the regional city, where he had to get a ticket and board the train.

There was a lot of time left. The weirdo decided to buy some gifts for his nephews - sweets, gingerbread... He went to the grocery store and joined the line. In front of him stood a man in a hat, and in front of the hat was fat woman with painted lips. The woman spoke quietly, quickly, passionately to the hat:

– Can you imagine how rude and tactless a person must be! He has sclerosis, well, he has had sclerosis for seven years, but no one suggested that he retire. And this one has been leading the team for a week without a year - and already: “Perhaps, Alexander Semenych, it’s better for you to retire?” Nah-hal!

The hat agreed:

- Yes, yes... They are like that now. Just think - sclerosis. And Sumbatich?.. I also haven’t kept up the text lately. And this one, what’s her name?..

The weirdo respected city people. Not everyone, though: he didn’t respect hooligans and salesmen. I was afraid.

It was his turn. He bought sweets, gingerbread, three bars of chocolate. And he stepped aside to put everything in his suitcase. He opened the suitcase on the floor and began to pack it away... I looked at the floor, and at the counter, where the line was, there was a fifty-ruble note lying at people’s feet. A sort of green fool, she lies there, no one sees her. The weirdo even trembled with joy, his eyes lit up. In a hurry, so that no one would get ahead of him, he began to quickly think about how to say something funnier, more witty, in line, about the piece of paper.

- Live well, citizens! - he said loudly and cheerfully.

They looked back at him.

– For example, we don’t throw such pieces of paper around.

Everyone got a little worried here. This is not a three, not a five - fifty rubles, you have to work for half a month. But the owner of the piece of paper is not there.

“Probably the one in the hat,” the Weird guessed. We decided to put the piece of paper in a visible place on the counter.

“Someone will come running now,” said the saleswoman.

The weirdo left the store in the most pleasant mood. I kept thinking how easy it was for him, how fun it was: “For example, here we don’t throw such pieces of paper!” Suddenly he felt like he was overcome with heat: he remembered that he had been given exactly such a piece of paper and another twenty-five ruble note in the savings bank at home. He just changed the twenty-five-ruble note, the fifty-ruble note should be in his pocket... He put it in his pocket - no. There and here - no.

- It was my piece of paper! - Weird said loudly. - That's your mother!.. My piece of paper.

My heart even began to ring with grief. The first impulse was to go and say: “Citizens, this is my piece of paper. I received two of them from the savings bank: one for twenty-five rubles, the other for fifty. I have now exchanged one, a twenty-five-ruble note, but the other is gone.” But just as he imagined how he would stun everyone with this statement, many would think: “Of course, since the owner was not found, he decided to pocket it.” No, don’t overpower yourself, don’t reach out for that damned piece of paper. They may not give it back yet...

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His wife called him “Weirdo.” Sometimes affectionately.
The weirdo had one peculiarity: something always happened to him. He didn’t want this, he suffered, but every now and then he got involved in some kind of story - minor, however, but annoying.
Here are episodes from one of his trips.
I got a leave of absence and decided to go see my brother in the Urals: we haven’t seen each other for twelve years.
– Where is this spinner... the subspecies of bityur?! - the Freak yelled from the pantry.
- How should I know.
- Yes, they were all lying here! “The weirdo tried to look sternly with his round blue-white eyes. “Everything is here, but this one, you see, is not there.”
- Does it look like bityurya?
- Well. Pike.
“I apparently fried it by mistake.”
The weirdo was silent for a while.
- So how is it?
- What?
- Is it tasty? Ha ha ha! “He didn’t know how to make jokes at all, but he really wanted to.” - Are your teeth intact? She's duralumin!..

...It took a long time to get ready - until midnight.
And early in the morning Chudik was walking around the village with a suitcase.
- To the Urals! To the Urals! - he answered the question where he was going. At the same time, his round, fleshy face and round eyes expressed an extremely careless attitude towards long roads - they did not frighten him.
To the Urals! We need to sneak around.
But the Urals were still far away.
So far, he had safely reached the regional city, where he had to get a ticket and board the train.
There was a lot of time left. The weirdo decided to buy some gifts for his nephews - sweets, gingerbread... He went to the grocery store and joined the line. In front of him stood a man in a hat, and in front of the hat was a plump woman with painted lips. The woman spoke quietly, quickly, passionately to the hat:
– Can you imagine how rude and tactless a person must be! He has sclerosis, well, he has had sclerosis for seven years, but no one suggested that he retire. And this one has been leading the team for a week without a year - and already: “Perhaps, Alexander Semenych, it’s better for you to retire?” Nah-hal!
The hat agreed:
- Yes, yes... They are like that now. Just think - sclerosis. And Sumbatich?.. I also haven’t kept up the text lately. And this one, what’s her name?..
The weirdo respected city people. Not everyone, though: he didn’t respect hooligans and salesmen. I was afraid.
It was his turn. He bought sweets, gingerbread, three bars of chocolate. And he stepped aside to put everything in his suitcase. He opened the suitcase on the floor and began to pack it away... I looked at the floor, and at the counter, where the line was, there was a fifty-ruble note lying at people’s feet.

A sort of green fool, she lies there, no one sees her. The weirdo even trembled with joy, his eyes lit up. In a hurry, so that no one would get ahead of him, he began to quickly think about how to say something funnier, more witty, in line, about the piece of paper.
- Live well, citizens! - he said loudly and cheerfully.
They looked back at him.
– For example, we don’t throw such pieces of paper around.
...

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Vasily Shukshin

His wife called him “Weirdo.” Sometimes affectionately.

The weirdo had one peculiarity: something always happened to him. He didn’t want this, he suffered, but every now and then he got involved in some kind of story - minor, however, but annoying.

Here are episodes from one of his trips.

I got a leave of absence and decided to go see my brother in the Urals: we haven’t seen each other for twelve years.

– Where is this spinner... the subspecies of bityur?! - the Freak yelled from the pantry.

- How should I know.

- Yes, they were all lying here! “The weirdo tried to look sternly with his round blue-white eyes. “Everything is here, but this one, you see, is not there.”

- Does it look like bityurya?

- Well. Pike.

“I apparently fried it by mistake.” The weirdo was silent for a while.

- So how is it?

- Delicious! Ha-ha-ha!... - He didn’t know how to make jokes at all, but he really wanted to. - Are your teeth intact? She's duralumin!..

...It took a long time to get ready - until midnight. And early in the morning Chudik was walking around the village with a suitcase.

- To the Urals! To the Urals! - he answered the question: where was he going? At the same time, his round, fleshy face and round eyes expressed an extremely careless attitude towards long roads - they did not frighten him. - To the Urals! We need to sneak around.

But the Urals were still far away.

So far, he had safely reached the regional city, where he had to buy a ticket and board the train.

There was a lot of time left. The weirdo decided to buy some gifts for his nephews - sweets, gingerbread... He went to the grocery store and joined the line. In front of him stood a man in a hat, and in front of the hat was a plump woman with painted lips. The woman spoke quietly, quickly, passionately to the hat:

The hat agreed:

- Yes, yes... They are like that now. Just think! Sclerosis. And Sumbatich?.. I also haven’t kept up the text lately. And this one, what’s her name?..

The weirdo respected city people. Not everyone, though: he didn’t respect hooligans and salesmen. I was afraid.

- Live well, citizens! - he said loudly and cheerfully.

They looked back at him.

– For example, we don’t throw such pieces of paper around.

Everyone got a little worried here. This is not a three, not a five - fifty rubles, you have to work for half a month. But the owner of the piece of paper is not there.

“Probably the one in the hat,” the Weird guessed.

We decided to put the piece of paper in a visible place on the counter.

“Someone will come running now,” said the saleswoman.

The weirdo left the store in the most pleasant mood. I kept thinking how easy it was for him, how fun it was: “For example, here we don’t throw such pieces of paper!” Suddenly he was suddenly overcome with heat: he remembered that he had just exchanged just such a piece of paper and another twenty-five ruble note, the fifty ruble one should be in his pocket... He reached into his pocket - no. Back and forth - no.

- It was my piece of paper! - Weird said loudly. - That's your mother!.. My piece of paper.

My heart even began to ring with grief. The first impulse was to go and say: “Citizens, this is my piece of paper. I received two of them from the savings bank: one for twenty-five rubles, the other for half a ruble. I have now exchanged one, but the other is gone.” But just as he imagined how he would stun everyone with this statement, many would think: “Of course, since the owner was not found, he decided to pocket it.” No, don’t overpower yourself – don’t reach out for that damned piece of paper. They may not give it back yet...

- Why am I like this? - Chudik reasoned bitterly out loud. - So what's now?..

I had to return home.

I approached the store, wanted to look at the piece of paper at least from a distance, stood at the entrance... and did not enter. It will really hurt. The heart may not be able to bear it.

I rode on the bus and cursed quietly - gaining courage: there was an explanation to be had with my wife.

Another fifty rubles were taken from the book.

The weirdo, killed by his insignificance, which his wife again explained to him (she even hit him on the head with a slotted spoon a couple of times), was traveling on the train. But gradually the bitterness went away. Forests, copses, villages flashed outside the window... They went in and out different people, were told different stories... The weirdo also told one thing to some intelligent friend when they were standing in the vestibule, smoking.

“We have a fool in our neighboring village too... He grabbed a firebrand and went after his mother.” Drunk. She runs from him and shouts: “Hands,” he shouts, “don’t burn your hands, son!” She takes care of him... And he rushes off, a drunken mug. To the mother. Can you imagine how rude and tactless you have to be...

- Did you come up with it yourself? – the intelligent comrade asked sternly, looking at the Weird over his glasses.

- For what? – he didn’t understand. - Across the river, the village of Ramenskoye...

The intelligent comrade turned to the window and spoke no more.

After the train, Chudik still had to fly by local plane for an hour and a half. He once flew once. For a long time. I boarded the plane not without some timidity. “Is it really possible that not a single screw in it will go bad in an hour and a half?” - thought. Then - nothing, I became bolder. He even tried to talk to his neighbor, but he was reading the newspaper, and he was so interested in what was in the newspaper that he didn’t even want to listen to a living person. And Chudik wanted to find out this: he heard that they provide food on planes. But they didn’t carry something. He really wanted to eat on the plane - out of curiosity.

“Healed,” he decided.

I started looking down. Mountains of clouds below. For some reason the weirdo couldn’t definitely say: is it beautiful or not? And everyone around them said: “Oh, what beauty!” He just suddenly felt the stupidest desire: to fall into them, into the clouds, like into cotton wool. He also thought: “Why am I not surprised? After all, there are almost five kilometers below me.” I mentally measured these five kilometers on the ground, put them on my butt to be surprised, but I was not surprised.

“Here’s a man?.. He just came up with an idea,” he said to his neighbor. He looked at him, said nothing, and rustled the newspaper again.

- Fasten your seat belts! - said the pretty young woman. - We're going to land.

The weirdo obediently fastened his belt. And the neighbor - zero attention. The weirdo touched him carefully:

- They tell you to fasten your belt.

“Nothing,” said the neighbor. He put the newspaper aside, leaned back in his seat and said, as if remembering something: “Children are the flowers of life, they should be planted with their heads down.”

- Like this? - Chudik didn’t understand.

The reader laughed loudly and said no more.

They quickly began to decline. The earth is just a stone's throw away, rapidly flying back. But there is still no push. As they explained later knowledgeable people, the pilot “missed.” Finally there was a push, and everyone began to be thrown around so much that they could hear chattering and grinding teeth. This reader with the newspaper jumped out of his seat, butted the Weird with his bald head, then kissed the porthole, then found himself on the floor. During all this time he did not make a single sound. And everyone around was also silent - this amazed the Chudik. He was also silent. Become. The first who came to their senses looked out the windows and discovered that the plane was in a potato field. A gloomy pilot emerged from the pilot's cabin and walked towards the exit. Someone asked him carefully:

- Do we seem to have landed in potatoes?

– Don’t you see it yourself? - said the pilot.

The fear subsided, and the most cheerful ones were already trying to make jokes.

The bald reader was looking for his artificial jaw. The weirdo unfastened his belt and also began to look.

- This?! – he exclaimed joyfully and handed it to the reader.