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Athos is bored with living in the world. His father is at war, his mother works from morning to evening on a collective farm on a dairy farm, and grandfather Titus sleeps on the stove. He sleeps during the day and sleeps at night, and in the morning, when he wakes up and eats porridge with milk, he also dozes.
“Grandfather, don’t sleep, you’ve already had enough sleep,” Afonya said to his grandfather this morning.
“I won’t, Afonushka, I won’t,” answered the grandfather. - I will lie and look at you.
- Why do you close your eyes and don’t say anything to me? – Afonya asked then.
“Today I won’t close my eyes,” Grandfather Titus promised. - Today I will look at the light.
- Why are you sleeping and I’m not?
“I’m a lot of years old, Afonushka... I’ll be ninety before three, my eyes are already squinting.”
“But it’s dark for you to sleep,” said Afonya. - The sun is burning in the yard, the grass is growing there, but you are sleeping, you don’t see anything.
- Yes, I’ve already seen everything, Afonushka.
– Why are your eyes white and tears crying in them?
“They have faded, Afonushka, they have faded from the light and become weak; I had to look for a long time.
Afonya examined his grandfather as he is. There were bread crumbs in my grandfather’s beard, and another mosquito lived there. Afonya stood on the bench, picked out all the crumbs from his grandfather’s beard, and drove the mosquito out of there - let him live separately. Grandfather's hands lay on the table; they were large, the skin on them became like the bark on a tree, and thick black veins were visible under the skin, these hands plowed a lot of land.
Afonya looked into his grandfather’s eyes. His eyes were open, but they looked indifferently, not seeing anything, and in each eye there shone a large drop of a tear.
- Don't sleep, grandpa! – Afonya asked...
But grandfather was already asleep. His mother sat him, sleepy, on the stove, covered him with a blanket and went to work. Afonya was left alone in the hut, and again he became bored. He walked around the wooden table, looked at the flies that surrounded the bread crumbs on the floor that had fallen from his grandfather’s beard, and ate them; then Afonya went to the stove, listened to his sleeping grandfather breathing there, looked through the window at the empty street and again walked around the table, not knowing what to do.
“Mom’s gone, dad’s gone, grandpa’s asleep,” Afonya said to himself.
Then he looked at the clock to see how it was going. The hours passed long and boringly: tick-tock, tick-tock, as if they were rocking their grandfather, and they themselves were also tired and wanted to fall asleep.
“Wake up, grandfather,” Afonya asked. - Are you sleeping?
- A? “No, I’m not sleeping,” answered Grandpa Titus from the stove.
- You think? – asked Afonya.
- A? I'm here, Afonya, I'm here.
- Do you think there?
- A? No, I thought it all over, Afonushka, I thought from a young age.
- Grandfather Titus, do you know everything?
– That’s it, Afonya, I know everything.
- What is this, grandfather?
- What do you want, Afonushka?
-What is all this?
- I already forgot, Afonya.
- Wake up, grandpa, tell me everything!
- A? - said grandfather Titus.
- Grandfather Titus! Grandfather Titus! - Afonya called. - Remember!
But the grandfather had already fallen silent, he fell asleep again in peace on the Russian stove.
Afonya then climbed onto the stove with his grandfather and began to wake him up so that he would wake up. And the grandfather was sleeping and only whispered inaudible words quietly in his sleep. Afonya got tired of waking him up and fell asleep next to his grandfather, clinging to his good, familiar chest, which smelled of warm earth.
Waking up from sleep, Afonya saw that his grandfather was looking with his eyes and was not sleeping.
“Get up, grandfather,” said Afonya. And the grandfather closed his eyes again and fell asleep.
Afonya thought that his grandfather was not sleeping when he was sleeping; and he wanted to never sleep in order to watch for his grandfather when he fully woke up.
And Afonya began to wait. The clock ticked, and its wheels creaked and hummed, lulling the grandfather.
Afonya then got down from the stove and stopped the pendulum near the clock. The hut became quiet. You could hear the mower beating his scythe across the river and the thin ringing of the midge under the ceiling.
Grandfather Titus woke up and asked:
- What are you doing, Afonya? Has it become so noisy? Were you the one making the noise?
- Don’t sleep! - said Afonya. - Tell me about everything! Otherwise you sleep and sleep, and then you die, mom says - you don’t have much time left; who will tell me about everything then?
“Wait, let me drink some kvass,” said the grandfather and got down from the stove.
-Have you come to your senses? – asked Afonya.
“I came to my senses,” answered the grandfather. - Let's go torture the white world now.
Old Titus drank the kvass, took Afonya by the hand, and they walked out of the hut.
There the sun stood high in the sky and illuminated the ripening grain in the fields and the flowers on the road.
The grandfather led Afonya along a field path, and they went out into a pasture where sweet clover for cows, herbs and flowers grew. Grandfather stopped at a blue flower, patiently growing with its roots from fine clean sand, pointed it out to Athos, then bent down and carefully touched that flower.
- I know that myself! – Afonya said drawlingly. - And I need that the most important thing happens, you tell me about everything! And this color grows, it’s not everything!
Grandfather Titus became thoughtful and angry with his grandson.
- Here is the most important thing for you!.. You see - the sand lies dead, it is stone chips, and there is nothing else, and the stone does not live and does not breathe, it is dead dust. Do you understand now?
“No, grandfather Titus,” said Afonya. - It’s not clear here.
- Well, I don’t understand, so what do you want, since you’re slow-witted? And the flower, you see, is so pathetic, but it is alive, and it made itself a body from dead dust. Therefore, he turns the dead, crumbling earth into a living body, and he smells of pure spirit. Here you have the most important thing in this world, here you have where everything comes from. This flower is the most holy worker, it works life out of death.
– Do grass and rye also do the main thing? – asked Afonya.
“It’s the same,” said grandfather Titus.
- What about you and me?
- And you and I. We are plowmen, Afonushka, we help bread to grow. But this yellow color is used for medicine, and they take it at the pharmacy. You would have picked them and demolished them. Your father is at war; suddenly they hurt him or he weakens from illness, so they treat him with medicine.
Afonya thought among the herbs and flowers. He himself, like a flower, now also wanted to make life out of death; he thought about how blue, red, yellow happy flowers were born from loose, boring sand, raising their kind faces to the sky and breathing pure spirit into the white light.
– Now I myself know about everything! - said Afonya. - Go home, grandfather, you must have wanted to sleep again: your eyes are white... You sleep, and when you die, don’t be afraid, I will learn from the flowers how they live from dust, and you will again live from yours. ashes. Grandfather, don't be afraid!
Grandfather Titus said nothing. He smiled invisibly at his kind grandson and went back to the hut to the stove.
And little Afonya was left alone in the field. He collected as many yellow flowers as he could hold in an armful and took them to the pharmacy for medicine so that his father would not get sick from wounds during the war. At the pharmacy they gave Afon an iron comb for flowers. He brought it to his grandfather and gave it to him: now let grandfather scratch his beard with that comb.
“Thank you, Afonushka,” said the grandfather. “Didn’t the flowers tell you anything about what they are made of in the dead sand?”
“They didn’t say,” Afonya answered. - You live how long you live, and you don’t even know. And he said that you know about everything. You do not know.
“The truth is yours,” the grandfather agreed.
“They live in silence, we need to ask them,” said Afonya. - Why are all the flowers silent, but they themselves know?
The grandfather smiled meekly, stroked his grandson’s head and looked at him as if he were a flower growing on the ground. And then grandfather hid the comb in his bosom and fell asleep again.
Athos is bored with living in the world. His father is at war, his mother works from morning to evening on a collective farm on a dairy farm, and grandfather Titus sleeps on the stove. He sleeps during the day and sleeps at night, and in the morning, when he wakes up and eats porridge with milk, he also dozes.
“Grandfather, don’t sleep, you’ve already had enough sleep,” Afonya said to his grandfather this morning.
“I won’t, Afonushka, I won’t,” answered the grandfather. - I will lie and look at you.
- Why do you close your eyes and don’t say anything to me? – Afonya asked then.
“Today I won’t close my eyes,” Grandfather Titus promised. - Today I will look at the light.
- Why are you sleeping and I’m not?
“I’m a lot of years old, Afonushka... I’ll be ninety before three, my eyes are already squinting.”
“But it’s dark for you to sleep,” said Afonya. - The sun is shining in the yard, the grass is growing there, but you are sleeping, you don’t see anything.
- Yes, I’ve already seen everything, Afonushka.
- Why are your eyes white and tears crying in them?
“They have faded, Afonushka, they have faded from the light and become weak; I had to look for a long time.
Afonya examined his grandfather as he is. There were bread crumbs in my grandfather's beard, and another mosquito lived there. Afonya stood on the bench, picked out all the crumbs from his grandfather’s beard, and drove the mosquito out of there - let him live separately. Grandfather's hands lay on the table; they were large, the skin on them became like the bark on a tree, and thick black veins were visible under the skin, these hands plowed a lot of land.
Afonya looked into his grandfather’s eyes. His eyes were open, but they looked indifferently, not seeing anything, and in each eye there shone a large drop of a tear.
- Don't sleep, grandpa! – Afonya asked.
But grandfather was already asleep. His mother sat him, sleepy, on the stove, covered him with a blanket and went to work. Afonya was left alone in the hut, and again he became bored. He walked around the wooden table, looked at the flies that surrounded the bread crumbs on the floor that had fallen from his grandfather’s beard, and ate them; then Afonya went to the stove, listened to his sleeping grandfather breathing there, looked through the window at the empty street and again walked around the table, not knowing what to do.
“Mom’s gone, dad’s gone, grandpa’s asleep,” Afonya said to himself.
Then he looked at the clock to see how it was going. The hours passed long and boringly: tick-tock, tick-tock, as if they were rocking their grandfather, and they themselves were also tired and wanted to fall asleep.
“Wake up, grandfather,” Afonya asked. - Are you sleeping?
- A? “No, I’m not sleeping,” answered Grandpa Titus from the stove.
- You think? – asked Afonya.
- A? I'm here, Afonya, I'm here.
- Do you think there?
- A? No, I thought it all over, Afonushka, I thought from a young age.
- Grandfather Titus, do you know everything?
– That’s it, Afonya, I know everything.
- What is this, grandfather?
- What do you want, Afonushka?
- What is all this?
- I already forgot, Afonya.
- Wake up, grandpa, tell me everything!
- A? - said grandfather Titus.
- Grandfather Titus! Grandfather Titus! - Afonya called. - Remember!
But the grandfather had already fallen silent, he fell asleep again in peace on the Russian stove.
Afonya then climbed onto the stove with his grandfather and began to wake him up so that he would wake up. And the grandfather was sleeping and only whispered inaudible words quietly in his sleep. Afonya got tired of waking him up and fell asleep next to his grandfather, clinging to his good, familiar chest, which smelled of warm earth.
Waking up from sleep, Afonya saw that his grandfather was looking with his eyes and was not sleeping.
“Get up, grandfather,” said Afonya. And the grandfather closed his eyes again and fell asleep.
Afonya thought that his grandfather was not sleeping when he was sleeping; and he wanted to never sleep in order to watch for his grandfather when he fully woke up.
And Afonya began to wait. The clock ticked, and its wheels creaked and hummed, lulling the grandfather.
Afonya then got down from the stove and stopped the pendulum near the clock. The hut became quiet. You could hear the mower beating his scythe across the river and the thin ringing of the midge under the ceiling.
Grandfather Titus woke up and asked:
- What are you doing, Afonya? Has it become so noisy? Were you the one making the noise?
- Don’t sleep! - said Afonya. - Tell me about everything! Otherwise you sleep and sleep, and then you die, mom says - you don’t have much time left; who will tell me about everything then?
“Wait, let me drink some kvass,” said the grandfather and climbed down from the stove.
-Have you come to your senses? – asked Afonya.
“I came to my senses,” answered the grandfather. - Let's go torture the white world now.
Old Titus drank the kvass, took Afonya by the hand, and they walked out of the hut.
There the sun stood high in the sky and illuminated the ripening grain in the fields and the flowers on the road.
The grandfather led Afonya along a field path, and they went out into a pasture where sweet clover for cows, herbs and flowers grew. Grandfather stopped at a blue flower, patiently growing with its roots from fine clean sand, pointed it out to Athos, then bent down and carefully touched that flower.
- I know that myself! – Afonya said drawlingly. - And I need that the most important thing happens, you tell me about everything! And this color grows, it’s not everything!
Grandfather Titus became thoughtful and angry with his grandson.
– Here is the most important thing for you!.. You see - the sand lies dead, it is stone chips, and there is nothing else, and the stone does not live and does not breathe, it is dead dust. Do you understand now?
“No, grandfather Titus,” said Afonya. - It’s not clear here.
- Well, I don’t understand, so what do you want, since you’re slow-witted? And the flower, you see, is so pathetic, but it is alive, and it made itself a body from dead dust. Therefore, he turns the dead, loose earth into a living body, and he himself smells of pure spirit. Here you have the most important thing in the world, here you have it, where everything comes from. This flower is the most holy worker, it works life out of death.
– Do grass and rye also do the main thing? – asked Afonya.
“It’s the same,” said grandfather Titus.
- What about you and me?
- And you and I. We are plowmen, Afonushka, we help bread to grow. But this yellow color is used for medicine, and they take it at the pharmacy. You would have picked them and demolished them. Your father is at war; suddenly they hurt him, or he weakens from illness, so they treat him with medicine.
Afonya thought among the herbs and flowers. He himself, like a flower, now also wanted to make life out of death; he thought about how blue, red, yellow happy flowers were born from loose, boring sand, raising their kind faces to the sky and breathing pure spirit into the white light.
– Now I know about everything myself! - said Afonya. - Go home, grandfather, you must have wanted to sleep again: your eyes are white... You sleep, and when you die, don’t be afraid, I will learn from the flowers how they live from dust, and you will live from your dust again. Grandfather, don't be afraid!
Grandfather Titus said nothing. He smiled invisibly at his kind grandson and went back to the hut to the stove.
And little Afonya was left alone in the field. He collected as many yellow flowers as he could hold in an armful and took them to the pharmacy for medicine so that his father would not get sick from his wounds during the war. At the pharmacy they gave Afon an iron comb for flowers. He brought it to his grandfather and gave it to him: now let grandfather scratch his beard with that comb.
“Thank you, Afonushka,” said the grandfather. “Didn’t the flowers tell you anything about what they are made of in the dead sand?”
“They didn’t say,” Afonya answered. - You live how long you live, and you don’t even know. And he said that you know about everything. You do not know.
“The truth is yours,” the grandfather agreed.
“They live in silence, we need to ask them,” said Afonya. - Why are all the flowers silent, but they themselves know?
The grandfather smiled meekly, stroked his grandson’s head and looked at him as if he were a flower growing on the ground. And then grandfather hid the comb in his bosom and fell asleep again.
Andrey Platonovich Platonov
Flower on the ground
Athos is bored with living in the world. His father is at war, his mother works from morning to evening on a collective farm on a dairy farm, and grandfather Titus sleeps on the stove. He sleeps during the day and sleeps at night, and in the morning, when he wakes up and eats porridge with milk, he also dozes.
“Grandfather, don’t sleep, you’ve already had enough sleep,” Afonya said to his grandfather this morning.
“I won’t, Afonushka, I won’t,” answered the grandfather. - I will lie and look at you.
- Why do you close your eyes and don’t say anything to me? – Afonya asked then.
“Today I won’t close my eyes,” Grandfather Titus promised. - Today I will look at the light.
- Why are you sleeping and I’m not?
“I’m a lot of years old, Afonushka... I’ll be ninety before three, my eyes are already squinting.”
“But it’s dark for you to sleep,” said Afonya. - The sun is shining in the yard, the grass is growing there, but you are sleeping, you don’t see anything.
- Yes, I’ve already seen everything, Afonushka.
- Why are your eyes white and tears crying in them?
“They have faded, Afonushka, they have faded from the light and become weak; I had to look for a long time.
Afonya examined his grandfather as he is. There were bread crumbs in my grandfather's beard, and another mosquito lived there. Afonya stood on the bench, picked out all the crumbs from his grandfather’s beard, and drove the mosquito out of there - let him live separately. Grandfather's hands lay on the table; they were large, the skin on them became like the bark on a tree, and thick black veins were visible under the skin, these hands plowed a lot of land.
Afonya looked into his grandfather’s eyes. His eyes were open, but they looked indifferently, not seeing anything, and in each eye there shone a large drop of a tear.
- Don't sleep, grandpa! – Afonya asked.
But grandfather was already asleep. His mother sat him, sleepy, on the stove, covered him with a blanket and went to work. Afonya was left alone in the hut, and again he became bored. He walked around the wooden table, looked at the flies that surrounded the bread crumbs on the floor that had fallen from his grandfather’s beard, and ate them; then Afonya went to the stove, listened to his sleeping grandfather breathing there, looked through the window at the empty street and again walked around the table, not knowing what to do.
“Mom’s gone, dad’s gone, grandpa’s asleep,” Afonya said to himself.
Then he looked at the clock to see how it was going. The hours passed long and boringly: tick-tock, tick-tock, as if they were rocking their grandfather, and they themselves were also tired and wanted to fall asleep.
“Wake up, grandfather,” Afonya asked. - Are you sleeping?
- A? “No, I’m not sleeping,” answered Grandpa Titus from the stove.
- You think? – asked Afonya.
- A? I'm here, Afonya, I'm here.
- Do you think there?
- A? No, I thought it all over, Afonushka, I thought from a young age.
- Grandfather Titus, do you know everything?
– That’s it, Afonya, I know everything.
- What is this, grandfather?
- What do you want, Afonushka?
- What is all this?
- I already forgot, Afonya.
- Wake up, grandpa, tell me everything!
- A? - said grandfather Titus.
- Grandfather Titus! Grandfather Titus! - Afonya called. - Remember!
But the grandfather had already fallen silent, he fell asleep again in peace on the Russian stove.
Afonya then climbed onto the stove with his grandfather and began to wake him up so that he would wake up. And the grandfather was sleeping and only whispered inaudible words quietly in his sleep. Afonya got tired of waking him up and fell asleep next to his grandfather, clinging to his good, familiar chest, which smelled of warm earth.
Waking up from sleep, Afonya saw that his grandfather was looking with his eyes and was not sleeping.
“Get up, grandfather,” said Afonya. And the grandfather closed his eyes again and fell asleep.
Afonya thought that his grandfather was not sleeping when he was sleeping; and he wanted to never sleep in order to watch for his grandfather when he fully woke up.
And Afonya began to wait. The clock ticked, and its wheels creaked and hummed, lulling the grandfather.
Afonya then got down from the stove and stopped the pendulum near the clock. The hut became quiet. You could hear the mower beating his scythe across the river and the thin ringing of the midge under the ceiling.
Grandfather Titus woke up and asked:
- What are you doing, Afonya? Has it become so noisy? Were you the one making the noise?
- Don’t sleep! - said Afonya. - Tell me about everything! Otherwise you sleep and sleep, and then you die, mom says - you don’t have much time left; who will tell me about everything then?
“Wait, let me drink some kvass,” said the grandfather and climbed down from the stove.
-Have you come to your senses? – asked Afonya.
“I came to my senses,” answered the grandfather. - Let's go torture the white world now.
Old Titus drank the kvass, took Afonya by the hand, and they walked out of the hut.
There the sun stood high in the sky and illuminated the ripening grain in the fields and the flowers on the road.
The grandfather led Afonya along a field path, and they went out into a pasture where sweet clover for cows, herbs and flowers grew. Grandfather stopped at a blue flower, patiently growing with its roots from fine clean sand, pointed it out to Athos, then bent down and carefully touched that flower.
- I know that myself! – Afonya said drawlingly. - And I need that the most important thing happens, you tell me about everything! And this color grows, it’s not everything!
Grandfather Titus became thoughtful and angry with his grandson.
– Here is the most important thing for you!.. You see - the sand lies dead, it is stone chips, and there is nothing else, and the stone does not live and does not breathe, it is dead dust. Do you understand now?
“No, grandfather Titus,” said Afonya. - It’s not clear here.
- Well, I don’t understand, so what do you want, since you’re slow-witted? And the flower, you see, is so pathetic, but it is alive, and it made itself a body from dead dust. Therefore, he turns the dead, loose earth into a living body, and he himself smells of pure spirit. Here you have the most important thing in the world, here you have it, where everything comes from. This flower is the most holy worker, it works life out of death.
– Do grass and rye also do the main thing? – asked Afonya.
“It’s the same,” said grandfather Titus.
- What about you and me?
- And you and I. We are plowmen, Afonushka, we help bread to grow. But this yellow color is used for medicine, and they take it at the pharmacy. You would have picked them and demolished them. Your father is at war; suddenly they hurt him, or he weakens from illness, so they treat him with medicine.
Afonya thought among the herbs and flowers. He himself, like a flower, now also wanted to make life out of death; he thought about how blue, red, yellow happy flowers were born from loose, boring sand, raising their kind faces to the sky and breathing pure spirit into the white light.
– Now I know about everything myself! - said Afonya. - Go home, grandfather, you must have wanted to sleep again: your eyes are white... You sleep, and when you die, don’t be afraid, I will learn from the flowers how they live from dust, and you will live from your dust again. Grandfather, don't be afraid!
Grandfather Titus said nothing. He smiled invisibly at his kind grandson and went back to the hut to the stove.
And little Afonya was left alone in the field. He collected as many yellow flowers as he could hold in an armful and took them to the pharmacy for medicine so that his father would not get sick from his wounds during the war. At the pharmacy they gave Afon an iron comb for flowers. He brought it to his grandfather and gave it to him: now let grandfather scratch his beard with that comb.
“Thank you, Afonushka,” said the grandfather. “Didn’t the flowers tell you anything about what they are made of in the dead sand?”
“They didn’t say,” Afonya answered. - You live how long you live, and you don’t even know. And he said that you know about everything. You do not know.
“The truth is yours,” the grandfather agreed.
“They live in silence, we need to ask them,” said Afonya. - Why are all the flowers silent, but they themselves know?
The grandfather smiled meekly, stroked his grandson’s head and looked at him as if he were a flower growing on the ground. And then grandfather hid the comb in his bosom and fell asleep again.
Year of book publication: 1985
Platonov’s work “Flower on the Earth” was first written back in 1945, but the first publication of the work took place only forty years later. The story is included in several anthologies of the writer (“Lukomorye”, “Polyushko-field”). Along with other works by Platonov, the work tells about the life of villagers during the war years.
The story “Flower on the Earth” summary
In the story “Flower on the Earth” we can read that a little boy named Afonya was very bored spending his days at home. His father was at war, while his mother, like the main character, was forced to work from early morning until late at night. And only old grandfather Titus sat in the house every day with the little hero of the story. However, the old man was constantly in a sleepy state. He dozed even when he had breakfast or lunch.
Once the main character asked Grandpa Titus not to sleep so that he wouldn’t be so bored. The old man promised that he would not close his eyes and would constantly look at his grandson. Afonya asked his grandfather why he always wanted to rest, to which he replied that he was already too old and did not have much strength. The boy had no idea how Titus could miss all the beautiful things that open to his eyes when the sun rises. To which the grandfather said that he had already seen quite a lot in his life, and the eyesight of an 87-year-old man was no longer the same as in his youth. In Platonov’s work “Flower on Earth” we can read that a little later Afonya began to carefully examine the falling asleep Titus. He noticed some bread crumbs and even a small mosquito in his beard. A few minutes later the main character realized that his grandfather was fast asleep.
The boy became terribly bored. He looked at the flies that were eating the bread crumbs and walked around the house. Periodically, Afonya approached his grandfather to check if he had woken up. However, the old man continued to sleep soundly all this time. In the work “Flower on the Earth,” the summary says that then the main character woke up Titus, but after a few minutes he closed his eyes again. Tired of aimlessly walking around the house, the boy lay down next to his grandfather and fell asleep.
Waking up a few hours later, the main character noticed that the old man was also not sleeping. Then he asked Titus to go for a walk with him and tell him about everything that the old man had learned during his life. Together they walked along a field road and came out to a huge pasture with a lot of flowers and herbs. Grandfather told Afona that sand is ground stone and, in its essence, is dead dust. But despite this, it helps flowers and herbs grow as high as possible. Just like an ordinary worker who, while experiencing death, is able to build a real life.
If we read Platonov’s story “Flower on the Earth,” we learn that the heroes of the story found a small yellow flower. The old man told his grandson that this is a medicinal plant that can be bought at the pharmacy. Then the boy decided to pick some flowers so that he could use them to treat his father after the end of the war. Afonya noticed that grandfather was very tired and wanted to sleep again. He told him to go home, rest and in no case be afraid of death. The boy promised to find out from the flowers how they are able to live from dust, and to pass on this secret to his grandfather.
The work “Flower on the Earth” by A.P. Platonova says that Titus patted his grandson on the head and walked towards the house. And the main character picked up a whole armful of yellow flowers and took them to the pharmacy, where he received a metal comb for them. He brought the gift home and gave it to the old man so that he could comb his thick and unruly beard.
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Platonov’s story “Flower on Earth” is also popular in our time. And although such popularity is largely ensured by the presence of the story in the school curriculum, this ensured it a worthy place among. And given the stable interest on the part of schoolchildren, the story “Flower on the Earth” will appear in ours more than once.
The author tells the reader about the boring life of the boy Afonya. His father is at war, his mother works on the farm all day. Only grandfather Titus is at home. He is eighty-seven years old, and, due to his age, he sleeps all the time. Afonya persuades his grandfather not to sleep, but grandfather Titus doesn’t mind, he says that he won’t close his eyes, he will look at his grandson. But as soon as Afona turns away, the grandfather falls asleep.
Afonya walks around the table, looks at the flies that are eating crumbs from the floor, looks out the window at the empty street and talks to himself out of idleness. And in the house all you can hear is the snoring of the sleeping grandfather and the ticking of the old clock.
Afonya stopped the pendulum at the clock, and the sounds of the street poured into the house. Grandfather immediately woke up and asked Afonya why it was noisy. The boy again asked his grandfather not to sleep, but to tell him everything. The grandfather drank the kvass, took the boy by the hand, took him to the pasture and pointed to a flower that grew from the sand. He explained to the boy that this was what it was all about. A flower grows from infertile soil, and this is the meaning of everything - to create living things from inanimate things.
This story teaches the meaning of life. Using the example of a flower growing from sand, the author explains to the reader that creation is the main aspiration of all living things.
Picture or drawing of a flower on the ground
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Olechka Rozova is married to a man of honor. She was a quiet, loving and modest wife. But everything changed in an instant, after she bought a women's white starched collar with a yellow ribbon threaded through it
- Summary Mikhalkov Napping and yawning
Samuil Marshak's poem “Drowsiness and Yawning” was written for young children. Most of this author's poems are humorous in nature. This poem is no exception
- Summary of Filumena Marturano Filippo
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