Summary of "Songs about the merchant Kalashnikov": nothing is left without punishment

“Song ...”, written in 1837, is stylized as folk epics, for which it is in the work of M.Yu. Lermontov was very much appreciated by the Slavophiles. Here it is - the long-awaited return to national roots. Here we hear a truly popular speech to the tunes of the hussers.

Chorus

The "Song ..." begins with the appeal of the hussars to Tsar Ivan Vasilyevich with the message that she talks about her beloved tsar's guardian and the brave merchant Kalashnikov. The song, folded in an old fashion, was already heard by the people and the boyars. And the boyar Romodanovsky and his wife, a white woman, treated them, and treated them to honey, and brought a towel sewn not with anything but silk. This tune only gives an allusion to the summary of “Songs about the merchant Kalashnikov”

Chapter One: At the Royal Feast

In his palace, not under the light of the sun, not under clear skies, but in the refectory, a feast is held by the formidable king, by Ivan by Vasilyevich. And around him are captains, princes, and boyars, and guardsmen. The king was cheerful. He tells everyone to pour wine. Everyone drinks and praises the king, only one young oprichnik does not eat, does not drink, he lowered his head to his chest and thinks a strong thought. The terrible king noticed this, looked strictly - the fighter did not notice, the king tapped with a stick - again the daredevil did not hear anything. Then the king spoke menacingly, and a young fighter woke up.

And the tsar asked if his servant Kiribeevich had thought of something unkind to him, for it was indecent for the king's joy to shy away from a feast. And he is a proud family - from the family of Malyuta Skuratov. At the feast, a story begins that in part will be a summary of "Songs about the merchant Kalashnikov."

Speech of the young Oprichnik

“Though I cut off my unworthy slave’s head, I don’t have any joy. I’ll sit on a horse and ride around dressed in holy Moscow, as I dress, I’m not deprived of your mercy, and with a handsome sash and a sable hat, all the girls are standing by me gates from tesa, drop in.

But one in my heart sunk, the one that does not look at me, turns away, closes with a silk veil. There is no longer such a beauty in Russia. Like a swan, walks like a dove, looks, says that the nightingale is singing. And the dawn of pink painted her cheeks, the sun gilded the braids. She is from a merchant family, and her name is Alena Dmitrievna. Just look at her, and I don’t need outfits of Kamchatka, gold-silver is not necessary. To whom do I brag about panache? To whom should I boast of wealth? "Tsar-sovereign, let me live on a free Cossack life and lay down a wild head in battle."

The sudden outbreak of love continues the summary of "Songs about the Merchant Kalashnikov." Only the formidable king laughed, listening to repentant speeches. You need a good matchmaker and rich gifts - so the Tsar Tsar decided. Kiribeevich was completely sorrowful: he was cunning before the tsar, he did not say that Alena Dmitrievna was already a married wife and would never get him. The summary of “Songs about the Merchant Kalashnikov” is partly the sad confession of the young oprichnik.

Chapter Two: The Young Merchant Kalashnikov

A bad day happened at the merchant’s merchant. Buyers did not go into his shop. He closed it in the evening and came home. But the hostess did not meet him, did not set the table. Where is she at such a late time? By vespers I went to church, but did not return. And it’s night on the street. And the beloved wife runs into the house - simple-haired, with tattered clothes, a cloudy look. Weeps bitterly, rushes to her husband’s feet and complains: as Kiribeevich caught up with her, he began to hug, promise expensive gifts, and the neighbors all saw and laughed.

"Avenge me, dear husband, except you, I have no protection in the world." Alena Dmitrievna cries with tearful tears. And Stepan Paramonovich called for his younger brothers and announced to them that if he died in battle tomorrow, then let the brothers not be shy and also go to battle with the offender. This chapter outlines the humiliated feelings of an honest young family. This is described in the "Song of the Merchant Kalashnikov," a summary of which will have an unfair continuation.

Chapter Three: The Battle of the River in Moscow

The sun had not yet risen, only the scarlet dawn had broken out, as the daring fellows had begun to measure their fist strength, to have fun with each other. So the terrible king came, but not alone, with all the faithful servants. He ordered a silver chain to cordon off the place for fighting fun. The cry was clicked to the good fellows, that the king was amused, that they went out into the circle without fear. The king will reward the one who will be the winner. The first came out young Kiribeevich. He bowed to the king in his belt, took off his fur coat, propped his handle on his right side, one walked around, and no one came out to him. And he chuckles - let go, have mercy. A crowd rang out and Stepan Paramonovich Kalashnikov came out.

The king bowed, to churches, to the Russian people. He straightened his shoulders, pulled on the gauntlets - well done, well done. Kiribeevich boasts, asks who he will order a requiem for. Stepan Paramonovich answers him that he does not disgrace anyone's wives, does not rob at night. A requiem will be served, because he went to one battle and will bring it to the end.

This is the lead of the gusliar “A song about the merchant Kalashnikov”. Summary is becoming increasingly stressful. Kiribeevich became ill from such speeches. Silently they parted, a merciless battle began. The first hit Kiribeevich, so much so that blood from the chest spilled from a young merchant. But Stepan Paramonovich gathered his strength and hit him with a powerful blow to the head. Oprichnik died immediately.

The king, forgetting the promise, was angry. He called a fighter to himself and in all severity interrogated: he killed or voluntarily killed his beloved servant of the king. And when he heard that a fighter did it of his own free will, he promised him his royal mercy: he would sharpen an ax with a sharp ax and cut his head in a frontal place . And the king will not leave his family. The brothers will trade without any duties, and the wife and small children will be granted money.

Execution

Here the executioner walks, waits, the bell is mournfully buzzing, and the young merchant says goodbye forever and asks her to bow to his beloved wife, and not tell the children how bitter they are. And he also asks the young merchant of the brothers to bow to their family home, friends, comrades and pray for his sinful soul. The inevitable end is drawing near.

This is the sound of the “Song about the daring merchant Kalashnikov,” a summary of which speaks of tsarist arbitrariness. And the merchant’s head rolled off the block, and they buried him at the crossroads of three roads. And people walk past his grave. Who crosses themselves, who grieves, who sings a song.

His work was stylized as a folk epos by Lermontov (“Song about the merchant Kalashnikov”). The summary and the full version justify the merchant's revenge for defaming his family.