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Alexander Vampilov
Alexander Valentinovich Vampilov (1937 -1972)
Alexander Vampilov could not live a day without music. There was an antique guitar kept in his house, left over from his grandfather, and therefore especially attractive. In a close circle of friends, songs to the verses of A. Pushkin, A. Delvig, M. Lermontov were played to the accompaniment of guitars and touched the heart.
Parents Valentin Nikitich Vampilov and Anastasia Prokopyevna Kopylova - Vampilova
Theater for Young Spectators named after A. V. Vampilov in Irkutsk
Monument to A. Vampilov in Irkutsk
A. Vampilov against the backdrop of Farewell in June posters in the Klaipeda and Vologda theaters. 1966
Lake Baikal Vampilov drowned in Lake Baikal in the summer of 1972. Life ended at its very takeoff, a life that he was used to dictating, because he did not even allow himself to drown. There were two of them in the boat, which capsized after hitting the driftwood. One clung to the bottom, hoping that the boat would be noticed sooner than himself. And Sanya swam to the shore. And he swam, and already felt the bottom under his feet, but his heart could not stand it
“Let's be kinder, more attentive to each other, otherwise it will be too late later.” Our Sasha has passed away. I can't believe it, I can't believe it. We were proud when we learned that Georgy Tovstonogov, Oleg Efremov, Yuri Lyubimov were interested in our Sasha’s plays. In September he was going to Moscow again. He promised to bring one of us a fashionable tie and a record of Chopin's waltzes, and the other consulted with Sasha about his vacation and together they made a “plan”. And then he went to visit Baikal, and the old man did not let him go back... Now about you, Sasha, we need to say “was”. You would have laughed, old man, if you had heard this a week ago. And your eyes, the sharp oriental cut of which always said that you know how to understand and appreciate a joke, would smile along with you. But we won’t say, Sasha, that you were there, because you will remain with us, among your heroes, among the deeds and actions of your friends. They will live as loving life and people as you do. We will preserve the memory of your directness and honesty, of your respect for creativity. And we will also be kinder and more attentive to each other, because then it’s too late / Mark Sergeev / - Think about what lines express the essence of A. Vampilov’s personality and can become an epigraph to our lesson?
e What is unfriendly, wide valley, making noise? Can't forgive me for separation? What people don’t keep, what people don’t remember, that, Eternal One, you both remember and keep. I am forever in your endless meadows, I am forever in your dense meadows. And after all the roads of fate - Random, Winding, confusing, steep - The last road for me is Straight - Here to die in peace... /A. Vampilov/
Memorial stone at the site of the death of A. Vampilov
The most important dates in the life and work of A.V. Vampilov 1937 - the village of Kutulik. Irkutsk region. A playwright was born who brought an “amazing, all-powerful sense of truth” to the stage. 1960 – Graduated from the Faculty of History and Philology of Irkutsk University. Work in the newspaper “Soviet Youth”. Passion for drama
The most important dates of life and work 1965 - arrival in Moscow at the Sovremennik Theater 1966 - Farewell in June 1970 - Eldest Son, Duck Hunt 1972 - Last Summer in Chulimsk August 1972 - tragic death of the writer
“The eldest son” A. Vampilov liked to repeat: “A chance, a trifle, a confluence of circumstances sometimes becomes the most dramatic in a person’s life.” - What combination of circumstances brought the main character and his companion to the house of the Sarafanov family?
Andrei Grigorievich - head of the Sarafanov family Why did Andrei Grigorievich recognize Volodya Busygin as his eldest son? Can the head of a family be considered a loser?
Children in the Sarafanov family: Nina What do you like about Nina? Why are you judging her? How and why does Nina change at the end of the play?
Vasenka -How can you explain Vasenka’s actions? How does the author’s affectionate address to him help to understand the character of the hero? Has Vasenka changed at the end of the play?
Volodya Busygin What are the main character traits of Volodya Busygin? His attitude towards the Sarafanov family?
Did the meeting with the Sarafanov family change Volodya?
Silva Prove that Silva is essentially an orphan with living parents? Where does Silva's cynicism and practicality come into play?
Mikhail Kudimov - Nina's fiance What is your opinion about Nina's fiance? What's alarming about him? What, in your opinion, is the main trait of his character?
“Suburb” “Moral teachings with a guitar” “The Sarafanov family” Why is “Elder Son” the most successful title of the work? What does Alexander Vampilov say about a person?
Valentin Rasputin about the work of A. Vampilov: “It seems that the main question that Vampilov constantly asks: will you, a man, remain a man? Will you be able to overcome all the deceitful and unkind things that are prepared for you in many everyday trials, where the opposites have become difficult to distinguish - love and betrayal, passion and indifference, sincerity and falsehood, goodness and enslavement?
Lesson objectives: familiarity with drama theory, skills in working with reference material, expressive reading skills.
Literature for the lesson: Vampilov A. House with windows in the field. Irkutsk, 1982 (Section of memories and reflections).
Literary theory: drama, conflict, author's remark.
Vocabulary work: handicraftsman, handsome, boots
Equipment: exhibition of books by playwrights, portrait of A. Vampilov.
During the classes
I. Getting to know the text.
Handicraftsman- an artisan engaged in handicraft (non-factory) labor.
Noble- pleasant in appearance, inspiring respect with his appearance.
Intelligence- from “intelligent” - belonging to the intelligentsia, as well as having a great internal culture.
“Skinned trousers in the workshop” - in the era described by Vampilov (late 50s - early 60s), skinny trousers were in fashion. But the industry did not produce them, and fashionistas sharpened their trousers in workshops. In addition, following the “edgy” fashion in those days was assessed negatively by many people, as a sign of imitation of the West. “Hipsters” (as fashionistas were called) were ridiculed in newspapers and condemned in work collectives. In this play, Vampilov portrays a hero who is far from perfect, but follows the latest fashion in clothing, thereby emphasizing the ironic attitude towards him.
II. Students read the scene by role.
III. Working on theory
What type of literary work does this scene belong to? Read the article “drama, dramatic work, dialogue” in the theoretical section of the textbook.
What are the peculiarities of constructing dramatic works?
Indicate in this text the elements of dialogue, monologue, and author's remarks.
What is the main means of depicting life in drama? ( Dialogue.)
What shows up in the dialogues?
(Struggle, intense interaction of heroes - conflict.)
Conflict 1 - a clash, a struggle, on which the development of the plot in a work of art is built.
The definition of conflict is recorded in the dictionary.
What dramatic genre does this scene belong to: comedy, drama or tragedy?
What is the viewer laughing at here?
Is it only the author who strives to evoke laughter in the viewer and reader?
IV. Working on the text.
Pay attention to the title: “A Scene from Unknightly Times.” A. S. Pushkin has a dramatic work “Scenes from Knightly Times”, where the action takes place in the Middle Ages, the main characters are knights. What does the author want to say using the modified Pushkin title?
If necessary, use a more detailed analysis.
Determine the meaning of the word “knight” in a dictionary
Knight- 1. In medieval Europe: a feudal lord, a heavily armed mounted warrior who was in vassal dependence on his overlord.
2. Selfless noble person.
The use of the second meaning of the word often emphasizes the noble attitude towards women as an echo of the medieval cult of the Beautiful Lady.
In what sense is this word used by Pushkin, and in what sense by Vampilov?
(Vampilov uses the polysemy of the word to emphasize the “unchivalrous”, ignoble behavior of the young man. The comedy of the situation is that the young man, rushing to one “Beautiful Lady,” is impolite and even rude to another, and she turns out to be his supposed chosen one.)
Pay attention to the speech and behavior of the characters. Why are they interesting?
V. Creative tasks.
1. Describe the same scene, but the characters are kind to everyone, not just those they like.
2. Reflect (written or verbally) on how life would be different if this were true.
Homework.
1. Read a scene from A. Volodin’s film story “The Elder Sister.” (Manual “Read, Think, Argue...” P. 205.) Write a short review of this passage.
2. Prepare an expressive reading of “Scenes from Unknightly Times” by role.
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Alexander Vampilov
Date
A scene from non-knightly times
May day. Quiet city street. In the shadow of a two-story house sits a shoemaker, the last of the solitary artisans. He is a bearded, handsome old man with the makings of intelligence, sober, and in a good mood. In front of him is a stool, tools - everything is in perfect order. A young man in a gray jacket and trousers tapered in the workshop approaches him.
STUDENT. Hello!
SHOEMAKER. Good afternoon
STUDENT. Are you languishing without work?
SHOEMAKER. Hiding from the heat. My shoes don't have that luxury of ventilation...
STUDENT (sitting down on a stool and taking off his shoes). An unfortunate accident. The habit of walking without looking at your feet... These boots must live at all costs.
SHOEMAKER. You mean: no matter what it costs you? (Examines the boots.) The operation is risky...
SHOEMAKER. How many?
STUDENT. Ten. And then out of compassion for unemployed surgeons.
SHOEMAKER. Thirty rubles. Out of sympathy for the urban order.
STUDENT. Only ten.
SHOEMAKER. Then give your boots powder - three times a day... And then, it seems to me, I repaired these boots for someone else.
STUDENT. But-but!
SHOEMAKER. Sew, hem, put on heels - thirty rubles!
STUDENT. Well, okay... The arithmetic mean between ten and thirty is twenty rubles. Fix it, to hell with you! But the condition: as quickly as possible. Delay is deadly.
SHOEMAKER. Well, come on. I was brought up the old way.
STUDENT. Somehow it seems to me that you, dad, are sitting in someone else’s place.
SHOEMAKER (getting to work). Why is this on someone else's? The place is mine. Where else should a sixty-five-year-old pensioner, languishing from the boredom of life, sit? The sun is shining here, people are walking... Look, girls, girls, they sew like that, they sew like that!
A girl passing by, with short hair and fashionably dressed, suddenly screams and crouches on the sidewalk.
GIRL (with despair). Heel! (Looks around.) Shoemaker! How lucky!
SHOEMAKER (kindly). Very successful!
GIRL (approaching, looking at her watch). The heel has come off, please sew it on.
STUDENT. You see, the master is busy.
YOUNG WOMAN. But I hope you will give in. I'm terribly pressed for time.
STUDENT. I don't have time either.
YOUNG WOMAN. But get into the situation.
SHOEMAKER (to the girl). Allow your model...
STUDENT. In no case! I am late.
YOUNG WOMAN. You have no right... The master agrees.
STUDENT. But I don't agree. Sit down... meaning you have to stand.
YOUNG WOMAN. Thank you... Understand, they are waiting for me...
STUDENT. I’m very happy for you... (Looks at his watch.) Hurry up, patriarch.
GIRL (looks at her watch, nervous). I'm not talking about nobility, but basic politeness, decency...
STUDENT. The one you are in a hurry to see will be polite and attentive to you. Him and no one else. I don't see any point in this. It would be another matter if I liked you...
YOUNG WOMAN. Well, you know! You, you... (He gets nervous, wrings his hands. Quietly.) Well, okay... I ask you, you understand, I ask... I even confess to you... I can’t be late. Fate is decided, happiness depends on these minutes...
STUDENT. Do not be nervous. My happiness, perhaps, also depends on this nail. Why do you think that your happiness is better than mine? (To the shoemaker.) Tell me, patriarch, how old are you? You have probably already noticed that the relationship between the sexes consists of prejudices and misconceptions. Because some idiot a thousand years ago took the habit of strumming a guitar under the windows of a capricious person, putting his hand to his heart, and so on, I must now give in to every woman in everything. And, mind you, women no longer wait for the manifestation of sensitivity, languidly rolling their eyes, but demand, scream and threaten to sue. Don’t give up your seat on the bus and you will be called ignorant, boorish, or whatever. (Looks at his watch.) Let's say you. You pester me with an absurd demand: “Give me your happiness!” Why on earth? I can’t, I don’t have the opportunity to be sensitive and gentle with all the girls who repair shoes for private owners. Do not be nervous. A feudal lord with a guitar is waiting for you. I think he'll like you even without heels. Hurry up - weave ropes out of it, bend it into a ram's horn. But what does this have to do with me?
GIRL (to the shoemaker). Nail this young man's tongue.
STUDENT. You will have nothing to pay for it. (Looks at his watch.) Hurry up, patriarch! One minute left!
SHOEMAKER. Children, is it really possible to go this far from the very beginning?
YOUNG WOMAN. For such impudent people there is no beginning.
STUDENT. You are being rude before our eyes...
GIRL (flushing). No, you are the boor! (To the shoemaker.) How many minutes walk to the monument to Krylov?
STUDENT (with horror). Krylov?
SHOEMAKER. Five, no more.
GIRL (looks at her watch). I'm late! (Sobs). You... You are the most arrogant boor...
STUDENT (turning pale). Are you... Are you Lilya?..
GIRL (nervously). What! So it’s you... Ha ha ha! Wonderful! Ha-ha-ha!... Goodbye! Don't you dare call. (Quickly leaves.)
SHOEMAKER. What's the matter? Put on your shoes, run after her...
SHOEMAKER (blushing with curiosity). What's the matter?
STUDENT (shouting). What's the matter! What's the matter! The point is that the date took place. First date! For three months I reveled in this voice, afraid to breathe into the telephone receiver. Almost confessed my love! idolized... Proud and mysterious. I barely begged for a date...
SHOEMAKER. Hehe... The feudal lord breaks the strings...
STUDENT. Shut up, old pirate! The devil put you here! Private shops are allowed.
Teacher: Abilev M.K.
The star he believed in
(script of a literary evening dedicated to the work of A. Vampilov)
Target: acquaintance with the life and work of playwright A. Vampilov through biographical facts, poetry, the writer’s work, music.
Tasks:
to reveal the creative individuality of the playwright, to show the main problems that Vampilov was thinking about;
develop students' creative and communication abilities;
to cultivate a sense of belonging to the author who lived and worked in Irkutsk.
Values: truth, love, righteous behavior
(The beginning of the romance “Shine, Shine, My Star” sounds)
Presenter 1: “I have a presentiment that we will have a son. It seems to me that his fate will be unusual, perhaps as a writer’s. I recently dreamed about L.N. Tolstoy and A.M. Gorky. Gorky and I were hunting together, and as a token of gratitude he gave me half a bag of gunpowder.” (Valentin Nikitich Vampilov from a letter to his wife in the maternity hospital.)
Presenter 2: 1937 - this year the whole country was talking about Pushkin, who was killed exactly 100 years ago.
Presenter 3: Keep me safe, my talisman.
Keep me in the days of persecution.
In days of repentance and excitement.
You were given to me on the day of sorrow.
When the ocean rises
The waves are roaring around me.
When the clouds burst into thunder.-
Protect me, my talisman.
(A. Pushkin)
Presenter 4: 1937. It was this year that Sasha’s father, the director of a school in the village of Kutulik, did not reconcile himself with the illegal arrest of one of the teachers, went to Irkutsk to intercede on his behalf and himself found himself under suspicion.
Presenter 1: Sacred, sweet deception.
A magical luminary of the soul...
It hid itself, changed...
Guard me, my talisman.
Farewell, hope, sleep, desire:
Guard me, my talisman.
(Background of the romance “Shine, Shine, My Star”)
Presenter 2: The premonition of the extraordinary fate of his child was the brightest in the last days of Valentin Nikitich. On a vague December morning, a cat came for him, chased in childish despair by Sasha’s older brother, Mikhail...
Presenter 3: At school, Sasha did not stand out among his friends, of whom he always had many and whom he loved very much. He grew up like all children. He loved Gaidar and wrote a little poetry. I read Pushkin a lot. Lermontov. Chekhov. Yesenin, but especially loved Tyutchev’s poems.
Presenter 4: There are in the brightness of autumn evenings
A touching, mysterious charm.
The ominous shine and variegation of the trees.
Crimson leaves have a languid, light rustle.
Misty and quiet azure
Over the sad orphaned land.
And, like a premonition of descending storms.
Gusty, cold wind at times.
Damage, exhaustion - and everything
That gentle smile of withering.
What in a rational being we call
Divine modesty of suffering.
(F. Tyutchev)
Presenter 1: In the formation of A. Vampilov’s spiritual world, the family played a significant role. Here he absorbed genuine intelligence and sensitivity, definiteness in his views on life, and sincerity of judgment.
Presenter 2: Grandmother Alexandra Afrikanovna Medvedeva had a huge influence on the children. In Sasha she found a grateful, attentive listener and student. I told Sasha a lot of fairy tales and stories. She was fond of the classics and passed on her love for it to her grandchildren.
Presenter 3: Those close to him were amazed by Alexander’s constant participation in the fate of his fellow villagers, especially the Kutulik boys. I was always interested in the life of the old inhabitants of the village. A. Vampilov retained his greedy interest in people throughout his life. Behind all his heroes there were real faces and destinies. The history of his native land not only worried him, it became the subject of his pride and new plans.
Presenter 4: Sasha Vampilov had an amazing magnetism of charm. People flocked to him. It’s impossible to even explain why he was so attractive. He could rarely be seen alone; there were always friends and comrades around him.
Presenter 1: Horse riding, taiga, boating, and in winter skiing, independently prepared literary evenings, long discussions about literature in the classroom, illuminated by the flame of a burning stove, for which they stored firewood themselves - this is the range of their activities and interests.
This is what spiritual thirst distinguished that post-war generation of boys and girls! (From the memories of the class teacher.)
Presenter 2: In 1955, Vampilov entered the university at the Faculty of History and Philology. It comes without a doubt, because history in these exiled ranks to which Vampilov belongs - applied science, home science - passed through the ancestral memory, and literature was in the name, year of birth, Pushkin's anniversary, grandmother, memory of the father, in the desire of the heart.
Presenter 3: A fun, interesting student life has begun. Sociable, mocking and delicate, he quickly became acquainted with his classmates, and later with Valentin Rasputin. This was the beginning of a true and devoted friendship, which was cut short only by death.
Presenter 4: To the question: “Is it easy to be friends with Vampilov?” - Rasputin answered: “On the one hand, it’s easy. He seemed to complete you. What you could tell to yourself, you could tell to Vampilov. With him you had to be extremely sincere, frank, and never hide anything. And what he said seemed necessary to you, this is exactly what was missing in your own reasoning, in revelations with yourself. Yes, being friends with him was easy and at the same time difficult, because a friend had to live up to this.”
Presenter 1: We sat in the library day and night. The main communication was like this: we met, fell in love, sent notes... It was a place for meetings, and the conversations were good, smart conversations.
Presenter 2: Those were the days when everything was argued, when they learned at least something from each other, adopted something, and were insatiably eager for books and knowledge of literature.
Scene "Date"
A scene from non-knightly times
May day. Quiet city street. In the shadow of a two-story house sits a shoemaker, the last of the solitary artisans. He is a bearded, handsome old man with the makings of intelligence, sober, and in a good mood. In front of him is a stool, tools - everything is in perfect order. A young man in a gray jacket and trousers tapered in the workshop approaches him.
STUDENT. Hello!
SHOEMAKER. Good afternoon
STUDENT. Are you languishing without work?
SHOEMAKER. Hiding from the heat. My shoes don't have that luxury of ventilation...
STUDENT (sitting down on a stool and taking off his shoes). An unfortunate accident. The habit of walking without looking at your feet... These boots must live at all costs.
SHOEMAKER. You mean: no matter what it costs you? (Examines the boots.) The operation is risky...
STUDENT (hurriedly and categorically). Ten rubles!
SHOEMAKER. How many?
STUDENT. Ten. And then out of compassion for unemployed surgeons.
SHOEMAKER. Thirty rubles. Out of sympathy for the urban order.
STUDENT. Only ten.
SHOEMAKER. Then give your boots powder - three times a day... And then, it seems to me, I repaired these boots for someone else.
STUDENT. But-but!
SHOEMAKER. Sew, hem, put on heels - thirty rubles!
STUDENT. Well, okay... The arithmetic mean between ten and thirty is twenty rubles. Fix it, to hell with you! But the condition: as quickly as possible. Delay is deadly.
SHOEMAKER. Well, come on. I was brought up the old way.
STUDENT. Somehow it seems to me that you, dad, are sitting in someone else’s place.
SHOEMAKER (getting to work). Why is this on someone else's? The place is mine.
Where else should a sixty-five-year-old pensioner, languishing from the boredom of life, sit? The sun is shining here, people are walking... Look, girls, girls, they sew like that, they sew like that!
A girl passing by, with short hair and fashionably dressed, suddenly screams and crouches on the sidewalk.
GIRL (with despair). Heel! (Looks around.) Shoemaker! How lucky!
SHOEMAKER (kindly). Very successful!
GIRL (approaching, looking at her watch). The heel has come off, please sew it on.
STUDENT. You see, the master is busy.
YOUNG WOMAN. But I hope you will give in. I'm terribly pressed for time.
STUDENT. I don't have time either.
YOUNG WOMAN. But get into the situation.
SHOEMAKER (to the girl). Please allow your model...
STUDENT. In no case! I am late.
YOUNG WOMAN. You have no right... The master agrees.
STUDENT. But I don't agree. Sit down... meaning you'll have to stand.
YOUNG WOMAN. Thank you... Understand, they are waiting for me...
STUDENT. I’m very happy for you... (Looks at his watch.) Hurry up, patriarch.
GIRL (looks at her watch, nervous). I'm not talking about nobility, but basic politeness, decency...
STUDENT. The one you are in a hurry to see will be polite and attentive to you. Him and no one else. I don't see any point in this. It would be another matter if I liked you...
YOUNG WOMAN. Well, you know! You, you... (He gets nervous, wrings his hands. Quietly.) Well, okay... I ask you, you understand, I ask... I even confess to you... I can’t be late. Fate is decided, happiness depends on these minutes...
STUDENT. Do not be nervous. My happiness, perhaps, also depends on this nail. Why do you think that your happiness is better than mine? (To the shoemaker.) Tell me, patriarch, how old are you? You have probably already noticed that the relationship between the sexes consists of prejudices and misconceptions. Because some idiot a thousand years ago took the habit of strumming a guitar under the windows of a capricious person, putting his hand to his heart, and so on, I must now give in to every woman in everything. And, mind you, women no longer wait for the manifestation of sensitivity, languidly rolling their eyes, but demand, scream and threaten to sue. Don't give up your seat on the bus and you will be called ignorant, boorish, or whatever. (Looks at his watch.) Let's say you. You pester me with an absurd demand: “Give me your happiness!” Why on earth! I can’t, I don’t have the opportunity to be sensitive and gentle with all the girls who repair shoes for private owners. Do not be nervous. A feudal lord with a guitar is waiting for you. I think he'll like you even without heels. Hurry up - weave ropes out of it, bend it into a ram's horn. But what does this have to do with me?
GIRL (to the shoemaker). Nail this young man's tongue.
STUDENT. You will have nothing to pay for it. (Looks at his watch.) Hurry up, patriarch! One minute left!
SHOEMAKER. Children, is it really possible to go this far from the very beginning?
YOUNG WOMAN. For such impudent people there is no beginning.
STUDENT. You are being rude before our eyes...
GIRL (flushing). No, you are the boor! (To the shoemaker.) How many minutes walk to the monument to Krylov?
STUDENT (with horror). Krylov?
SHOEMAKER. Five, no more.
GIRL (looks at her watch). I'm late! (Sobs). You... You are the most arrogant boor...
STUDENT (turning pale). Are you... Are you Lilya?..
GIRL (nervously). What! So it's you... Ha ha ha! Wonderful! Ha-ha-ha!... Goodbye! Don't you dare call. (Quickly leaves.)
SHOEMAKER. What's the matter? Put on your shoes, run after her...
STUDENT (mumbling). A girl with a gentle voice! Proud love... First meeting...
SHOEMAKER (blushing with curiosity). What's the matter?
STUDENT (shouting). What's the matter! What's the matter! The point is that the date took place. First date! For three months I reveled in this voice, afraid to breathe into the telephone receiver. Almost confessed my love! idolized... Proud and mysterious. I barely begged for a date...
SHOEMAKER. Hehe... The feudal lord breaks the strings...
STUDENT. Shut up, old pirate! The devil put you here! Private shops are allowed.
Presenter 3: From the notebook: “Lately I have been looking into the eyes of my fate with anxiety and expecting anything from it. For some reason I’ve been suspiciously happy lately: you love me and mostly dreams come true, hopes are met - isn’t that a lot at once?”
Presenter 4: Shaky wicket
In an old fence.
It is open to everyone.
But not for me anymore.
I'm passing by.
I'll take a little look.
Bird cherry trees under the window
White clouds.
I won't go any closer.
I'll stand here.
They forgot me there.
They don't expect me there.
The gate is open
Not by my hand.
And leaves at midnight
It’s not me, it’s someone else.
I remember the gate
He closed it quietly. .
Affectionate name
He repeated quietly.
I won't pass by.
Let me take a little look:
Bird cherry trees under the window
White clouds.
I won't come again
Into their dense shelter.
They forgot me there.
They don't expect me there.
(A. Vampilov)
Presenter 1: His skits and sketches written during lectures are readily published by the university's large-circulation newspaper and the Irkutsk youth newspaper. And although most often this is fleeting, student ridicule, at the core there is always such a living tenderness for the heroes that life is sure to escape from under the form.
Presenter 2: “With a pencil, with several sheets of white paper, rolled into a roll or a tube, he appears at lectures, etc. if reading it was not interesting, he thinks over his stories and then immediately, in the next hour, sends them out in a row.”
Presenter 3: It’s no wonder that while still at the university he would be invited to join the Molodezhka staff and soon after graduation he would publish the book “Coincidence of Circumstances,” small and inconspicuous, like many provincial books of those years, but even now retaining the light of that distant time.
Presenter 4: Vampilov himself believed in his talent, in his writing star, etc. maybe this faith, like a secret meaning, was put into the words of his favorite romance: “Shine, burn, my star” (the romance sounds)
Presenter 1: Since childhood, theater has become Vampilov’s primary passion. In the family, the passion for art and theater was traditional. Afrikan Fedorovich, the playwright’s great-grandfather, was also a lover of theater and music.
Presenter 4: The time has come, and the plays were placed on the table: “A house with windows on a field.” “Farewell in June”, “Duck Hunt”. "Last summer in Chulimsk." "Provincial jokes."
Presenter 1: Valentin Rasputin. “The main question that Vampilov asks himself in his plays is: will you, a human being, remain human? Will you be able to overcome all the false and unkind things that are prepared for you in many everyday trials, where even the opposites are difficult to distinguish: love and betrayal, passion and indifference, sincerity and falsehood, goodness and enslavement?
Presenter 2: What distinguishes Vampilov as a playwright? Attentiveness, seriousness, rigor, the desire to reveal the truth of life with all its complexity and diversity.
Presenter 3: Staged dialogue between Vampilov’s opponent and the playwright. Imaginary opponent:
Why are you writing these plays of yours? - asks with bewilderment. - Life is cruel, and people do not want to live according to human laws. They will be broken, your beautiful creatures. Look what's going on around you!
“But I’ll still write them,” Vampilov answers, just like the heroine of his play
Dramatizing an excerpt from a play.
Valentina goes down to the front garden, picks up boards and begins to restore the fence. Shamanov is at first distracted, then he watches Valentina more carefully.
Shamanov: Valentina... (Valentina stopped working.)
So I still want to ask...Why are you doing this?
Valentina: (not immediately). Are you talking about the front garden?...Why am I fixing it?
Shamanov: Yes, why?
Valentina: But...Isn’t it clear?
Shamanov (shakes his head): It’s not clear.
Valentina: And that means you don’t understand...Everyone has already asked me, except you. I thought you understood.
Shamanov: No. I don't understand.
Valentina (cheerfully): Well. then I will explain to you...I am repairing the front garden so that it is intact.
Shamanov (grinned): Yes? But it seems to me that you are repairing the front garden so that it will be broken.
Valentina (becoming serious). I'm fixing it. so that he is whole.
Shamanov: Why? Valentina?...As soon as someone passes, and...
Valentina: And let me fix it again.
Shamanov: And then?
Valentina: And then. Until they learn to walk on the sidewalk.
Shamanov: (shaked his head). Wasted work.
Valentina: Why in vain?
Shamanov (melancholy): Because they will walk through the front garden. Always.
Valentina: Always?
Shamanov (gloomily): Always.
Valentina: But that’s not true. Some, for example, still walk along the sidewalk. There are such.
Shamanov: Really?
Valentina: Yes. Here you are, for example. You always walk on the sidewalk
Shamanov (sincerely surprised): Me?...Well, I don’t know, I didn’t notice...In any case, it’s a bad example. I'm walking on the other side.
Valentina: On the other hand. But you can go with this one too. And always around.
Shamanov: Yes? Well, that means I'm just too lazy to bend over. I'd rather go around than bend over. (Not right away). No, Valentina, you are trying in vain.
Valentina: Not true. (With two or three gestures she finished with the fence.) That's all. There is a lot of work here - and everything is in place. And the fence is intact. (Briskly). Well, don't you understand? After all, if you give up and do nothing, then in two days they will take away the entire front garden.
Shamanov: So it will be.
Valentina: Not true! You will see them walking along the sidewalk.
Shamanov: You place too much hope on them.
Valentina: No, no. They will understand, you will see. They must understand - in the end...
Presenter 4; A. Vampilov argued: “No person is worthy of humiliation, every person is worthy only of love and forgiveness.”
Presenter 1: He always loved people and life.
Presenter 2: Alexander Vampilov’s heart gave out just a few meters from the shore to which he was swimming, after the boat capsized when it encountered a snag hidden under the Baikal water.
Presenter 3: A day later he would have turned 35 years old, so he went with a friend that evening on August 17, 1972 to catch fish for his birthday. The comrade was saved, but he was not.
(Video film about Vampilov(
Presenter 4: The last drama in life is playing out.
Fate or the boat hovered over the abyss
And collapsed into dark eternity...And mom?
And in that drama, mom is both hurt and cramped.
My heart aches from black grief.
And it seems there is no and will not be breathing.
The waves of Immortality are rocking...And the sea?
And the Baikal Sea betrayed Sanya.
Like lightning, thoughts flashed about a miracle:
After all, the play isn’t finished at home yet!
Has the Lord really turned away... And the people?
And people hurried along the dark forest.
Oh, where are you, salvation? Oh, where are you, Slavs?
It won't be long before we all realize the loss.
They retrieved the sunken boat... And Sanya?
And the boys lifted Sanya ashore.
The heavenly dawn is pouring absurdly,
The path is interrupted in the dark early,
And the prickly stars look...And the sky?
And the Lord’s heaven accepted Sanya.
(V. Skif)
Presenter 1: When the coffin with Vampilov’s body was taken out of the Writers’ House, someone played a record with the romance “Shine, Shine, My Star” performed by B. Shtokolov. (This romance sounds)
Presenter 3: Vampilov found his star. He did the most important thing in his earthly life - he left the world, the cosmos. Our task is to discover this world for ourselves.
Presenter 4: Of course, we are faced with indifference today in the same way as under Vampilov. But it was precisely against the power of fear, lies and demagoguery that Vampilov’s words became more painful.
Presenter 2: The other world is called paradise.
Angels wander, mourning...
How are you there? - we don’t know
We feel bad here without you.
Not about strife, not about quarrel -
That's not what we're talking about at all, -
And about the silent guitar,
What could keep warm.
Listen to life and hear speech.
Without fear of offending the authorities.
Without fear of burning your heart.
About holy birthright
Plays, and plans, and phrases.
And also about nobility.
So rare now.
August again, many colors.
No you. Who is to blame?
The pain lasts for decades.
How, tell me, can I calm her down?
(M. Sergeev)(The romance “Shine, burn, my star” sounds (
Script for the play based on A. Vampilov’s play “Twenty Minutes with an Angel”
Screensaver
Oh, bright and beautifully decorated land of Irkutsk! You are famous for many beauties: you are famous for the majestic Baikal-father, the beautiful Angara and life-giving springs, the high Sayan Mountains, glorious cities and great temples, but your most important wealth is the Siberian people. Mother Siberia, glorified and sung by its sons: Evgeny Yevtushenko, Valentin Rasputin, Gennady Mikhasenko, is not lacking in talents...
We would like to bring to your attention a performance based on Alexander Vampilov’s play “Twenty Minutes with an Angel”... Twenty minutes of our life, twenty minutes of truth.
Seventy years of victory...
Seventy memorable years...
Construction stages, accomplishments -
Chronicle of our victories.
But for great goals
Should we forget
Important: have you forgotten how to
Do we understand our neighbor?
So here we go. 70s, an ordinary room in a provincial hotel, morning, a dialogue between two business travelers who found themselves in this city on official business.
U. Rise!
A. Have a drink.
U. Should I have a drink? As much as you want. (Gives a carafe of water)
A. (removed U.’s hand) Vodka.
U. Yes. So you prefer vodka?
A. No? Nothing? Do you have money?
W. (throws away his jacket) Examine!
A. Silence...What about you?
W. Not a penny... Listen, where is my shoe? You do not know? Where did he go? We need to think. At least three rubles.
A. Three sixty two.
Violin
A. But grief is not enough for this. He saws and saws.
U. What should he do? Artist. A prosperous person. He spent there - a ruble, back - again a ruble.
A. Tired of it.
Women's laughter
Here's another one too. Mare.
U. And here a couple settled. Young. Cheerful.
Violin.
A. Will he shut up or not?
U. Listen, maybe he’ll give us three? You go to the newlyweds, and I’ll take on the musician!
A. To hell with it, I'll try.
U. (dials the phone number) Comrade violinist? Good morning. Would you lend us some? What? I see... Zhlobin!
There's a knock on the door. Vasyuta enters.
Q. Will we clean it up?
U. You can.
Q. What day do you drink?
U. Third, Anna Vasilievna. Third.
Q. What are you drinking in honor of? For what? What kind of capital?
U. To your own, A.V. for labor
V. Lord! What do people do with money? For example, I collect pennies at a time, I can’t afford to dress my granddaughter, and you spend hundreds and hundreds on vodka. Evil takes over me.
And what's that? God! Where has it been seen to put a shoe in a trash bin?
A enters.
U. Anna Vasilyevna, look at him, he’s not a healthy person. Sick...A.V., Save. Give me three rubles until tomorrow.
B. No, no, I won’t. You have no shame, no conscience. You throw away hundreds, but ask who? No, I won’t give it, and don’t ask! (Leaves)
U. How are the neighbors?
A. Keep your pocket wider. And this one?
U. Same thing.
A violin is heard.
A. The shard is splitting. (Knocks on the table 3 times).
Bazilsky enters.
B. What does this mean? Why are you knocking?
A. I'm tired of your music.
B. Oh! So did I bother you? Sorry! I’m stopping you from yelling, roaring, growling, forgive me generously. And yesterday you even screamed. It was you who screamed. I don’t understand how you manage to do this...
A. We are sick of your music.
U. This is not the Palace of Culture, this is a hotel, this is where people relax, by the way.
B. Everything. And no more sound. Clear?
A. Groovy guy.
U. Apparently, people don’t go to see it – there’s no money coming in.
A. There is money. He's squeezing.
U. Are there really no kind people in the world? (Opens the window) Look how many people there are. Full street.
Music
Wedding
Groom bride
A military man arm in arm with his wife, invited.
(12 people)
(After the dance - 2 verses with a bridge - he screams) Good people! Help! Hard case! Stalemate! Who will lend a hundred rubles?
U. Don’t joke, Fyodor Grigorievich.
A ditty.
Loud laughter. They run away.
And look at them. They laugh...Here they are, your good people.
There's a knock on the door.
X. Good afternoon. Was it you who asked for money? I can help you.
U. He offers for three.
X. Nothing of the kind.
A. Listen, friend... Even if you reach into your very soul, will you really tear out at least three rubles from there?
H. (takes out money) Here you go... You don’t have to return it. Goodbye. (Leaves).
A. How much?
U. One hundred!
A. Wait a minute. (Leaves).
U (counts the money, holds it up to the light).
X. appears, led by A.
A. Here, take the money, to hell with you.
X. But I gave them to you.
A. Or maybe the money isn’t yours at all, huh?
X. Whose are they, do you think?
U. Aren’t they fake?
H. (put the money in his pocket). I see that simple human participation is incomprehensible to you.
A. Listen, explain to me, admit it. Otherwise I won’t sleep. A hundred rubles just like that, you live for a great living - well, who will believe you, judge for yourself...
X. I wanted to help you.
A. You're lying! Towel! (Twists X's hands.)
X. Comrades, what's the matter?
A. Where did the pennies come from, tell me! Where did you get them? Stole?
W. He didn’t steal, it’s clear that he didn’t steal.
U. Where does the money come from? Will you tell me or not?
U. Don’t, Fedya, it will get worse.
X. Untie me or you will answer for this.
A. I’ll tell you now...
U. Listen, let's untie him. Who knows? Let him go further...
A. No...He will tell me...
U. And I’m telling you... let us go...
Struggle. They get tired. They fall on the bed.
A. Fraer...Barbos...
U. You are a fool, Fyodor Grigorievich...
U. You’re running into something you don’t know what. (Rises up and wants to untie X.)
Struggle.
A. We need to call people. Let them judge. (Runs out into the corridor) Citizens, help if you can.
Everyone comes in.
B. What's the matter?
S. What happened?
Q. What else is this?
A. Sit down, A.V., listen. Sit down, citizens. (To Ugarov) Bring me up to date.
U. Dear neighbors! You see before you a man who, in half an hour, frayed all our nerves.
B. In short.
X. Untie my hands.
S. Why is he connected? What is he, a criminal?
U. Maybe a criminal, and maybe even worse than a criminal.
A. In general, this is the case. Just now, as a joke, I shouted out the window, saying, citizens, borrow a hundred rubles.
S. We heard. I think this joke is outrageous.
B. Continue.
A. Well, I was joking, and we forgot about this matter. Here comes this goose...
U. Literally unknown to us.
A.I says: “Did you ask for money?” Leaves this hundred here and leaves. Yes or no?
A. Well, of course, I’m dragging him here.
U. And he is our moral. He says he wanted to help with all his heart. What is this, huh? Reason, good people.
S. Hmmm... Interesting...
U. Maybe we really don’t understand. He is a driver, I get toilets for my hometown - maybe we don’t understand life?
V. Yes, he must be drunk.
A. He is sober. Not in either eye, which is the point.
B. Should I give these fellows a hundred rubles? Mysterious...
S. Well, you are in vain. What's mysterious about this? rogue. A swindler, that's all.
F. Why are you doing this? After all, it is unknown...
S. What is unknown? His motives are unknown, and it’s not for nothing that he hides them. Only a swindler, a scoundrel, an obviously frivolous person can make such a joke. In a word, he's a crook.
Q. Should I call the administrator?
B. Or maybe a doctor? Are you sure you are healthy?..
X. I’m healthy, but what’s wrong with you, comrades? Do you really not understand? One person has not a penny, another has chervonets. The second gives to the first, shares with him. It's so simple. Look, we all care about ourselves the most. But at the same time, we must not completely forget about others. The hour comes, and we pay dearly for our indifference, for our selfishness. This is true, I assure you...
S. Brad. And a religious one at that. Nonsense and lies.
X. Yes, you yourself won’t help anyone.
B. Incomprehensible! In this city, no one except old women and child prodigies attends concerts. And intelligent people, instead of caring about culture, drink vodka and try at all costs to surprise the world. Why are you doing it? For what? By doing this you are corrupting the public, do you understand this?.. No, I don’t believe in your kindness! This is some kind of devilry!
X. It really is: do good to people, and they will thank you.
S. Give up these things. Who are you to throw away hundreds? Tolstoy or Jean Paul Sartre? Well, who are you? I'll tell you who you are. You are a bully. But that's the best case scenario.
Q. Why are you so handsome? Aren't you a heavenly angel, forgive me, Lord.
B. Alas, he has no resemblance to an angel. You are a charlatan. Or a type of charlatan.
F. What if really?.. If he wanted to help them? Just…
S. Don't talk nonsense!
F. Why are you yelling at me?
S. Because – don’t go where you shouldn’t!
F. Listen, I believe you. I believe that you are doing this just like that...
S. Stupid! Nothing just happens like that. And never! Remember this!
F. And you all think so?
Q. How else?
S. Don’t meddle with your naivety! I beg you.
F. So, everything that is done is not just like that?
V. Everything, dear, everything - don’t even doubt it. Both help and participation are not just that. That's love too...
F. What is love?
V. Because, dear, love is love, and, you know, with a car, for example, a husband is better than without a car.
S. Shut up!
Q. Am I not telling the truth?
S. What do you want here?
V. Yes, I’m not telling you, but to her. Let him know his place. It's good for you.
S. Shut up, old woman!
Q. Why are you yelling?
A. Look, agronomist. You're confusing people...
S. Comrades! What's going on here? This is simply monstrous! We'll all squabble. And all because of him! Because of him! He's a provocateur! He insulted us all! Slandered! He didn't care about our souls! He needs to be isolated. Immediately!
A. Let him tell you first why he came.
U. Where does the money come from?
A. Why did you give it? For what?
B.Can you finally name the true reason?
S. Speak, damn it!
All
Crazy, drunk, swindler, lie, I'll hurt you.
B. Maniac! Do you imagine yourself to be Jesus Christ?
F. Stop! Come to your senses!
X. What are you asking from me? What do you want?.. Tell you that I stabbed?.. Robbed?.. Killed?
C Not excluded. I'm even sure that we solved the crime. Call the police and that's the end of it!
B. No, no, call the hospital. This is delusions of grandeur. Definitely. He imagined himself as a savior.
C. For reference? Mental hospital number. Thank you.
X. Okay, untie. I'll explain everything. I don't intend to stay in a madhouse. I am busy. I came here for a week... My mother lived in this city... I haven’t seen her for six years... And during these six years I have never visited her. It didn’t help in any way... For all six years I was going to send her this very money. I carried them in my pocket, spent them... And now... now she doesn’t need anything anymore... And this money too. I buried her three days ago. And I decided to give this money to the first one. who needs them more than me... You know the rest. Now, I hope you understand me?
V. Lord, what a sin...
U. And we, huh? It didn't turn out well.
B. Excuse me, if possible...
U. Wine...
B. It's terrible, terrible. Something happened to us. We have gone wild, completely gone wild...
A. Sorry, friend, don’t be angry.
U. If only they knew what conversation...
S. Sorry, of course, Today I quarreled with my wife for the first time. Stop sulking. As you can see, my friend is in trouble. Well, excuse me. Well, don't sulk.
F. Don't touch me, please.
A. Understand, brother, money when you don’t have it is a terrible thing.
B. God is with them, with the damned. Where there is money, there is evil - it’s always like that.
U. What can you do... For your mother... So to speak, for the commemoration of the soul... Sorry.
X. No, comrades, nothing, life, as they say, goes on...
Verse from a song about a tramp (“Across the wild steppes of Transbaikalia...”)
