Gorky M. Old Year

Old year

Fairy tale

On the last day of his life, the Old Year - before returning to Eternity - arranges something like a solemn meeting for his successor - he gathers all human Properties in front of him and talks with them until twelve o'clock - until the fateful moment of his death, until the birth of the New Year.

It was the same yesterday - in the evening, strange and vague creatures began to gather to visit the Old Year - creatures whose names and forms are known to us, but whose essences and meanings for us we cannot yet clearly imagine.

Hypocrisy came first, hand in hand with Humility, behind it came Ambition, respectfully accompanied by Stupidity, and after this pair slowly walked a majestic, but emaciated and obviously sick figure - it was Intelligence, and although in his deep and penetrating eyes there was a lot They sparkled with pride in themselves, but even more there was melancholy about their powerlessness.

Behind him walked Lyubov - a half-naked and very rude woman, with eyes in which there was a lot of sensuality and not a spark of thought.

Luxury, following her, said in a warning whisper:

- O love! How are you dressed? Fi, does such a suit suit your role in life?

- Bah! - Suspiciousness responded, - what do you want from Love, madam? You have always been and still remain a romantic, I’ll tell you what. For me, the simpler, the clearer, the better, and I am very pleased that I managed to tear away from Love the veils of fantasy in which the dreamers dressed her. We live on earth, it is hard, and its color is dirty, and the heavens are so high that there will never be anything in common between them and the earth! Is not it?

And Love itself was silent - her tongue has long been almost mute, she does not have the former ardent words, her desires are rude, and her blood is liquid and cold.

Vera also appeared - a broken and wavering creature. She cast a glance of irreconcilable hatred towards Um and quietly disappeared from his eyes in the crowd that had come to celebrate the Old Year.

Then behind her, Hope flashed like a spark, flashed and disappeared somewhere.

Then Wisdom appeared. She was dressed in bright and light fabrics, decorated with a mass of fake stones, and no matter how bright and shiny her costume was, she herself was so dark and sad.

And then Despondency came, and everyone bowed to it respectfully, because it is in the honor of Time.

The last to come was Truth, timid and downtrodden, as always, sick and sad; she, quietly and unnoticed by anyone, walked into the corner and sat there alone.

Old Year came out, looked at his guests and grinned with Mephisto's grin.

- Hello and goodbye! - he spoke. - Farewell because I am dying, as prescribed by Fate. I am mortal, and I am glad that I am mortal, for if the time of my life had continued even for one day, I would not have endured the melancholy of my pale life. It’s so boring to live always dealing only with you! I sincerely feel sorry for you - you are immortal. And for this I also regret that on my birthday you were all stronger, fresher and more whole than today, on the day of my death. Yes, I sincerely pity you - you are all terribly worn out by people, discolored by them, crushed, and you are all so close to each other in your common ugliness. And is it you – human properties? You are without strength, without color, without fire! I feel sorry for you and the people.

And the Old Year grinned and then again, looking around the guests, asked Vera:

- Faith! Where is your power, which moved people to great deeds and inspired life?

- He robbed me! – Vera said dully, pointing in the direction of Uma.

“I owe it to her that to this day people are still confident in my power.” In the fight against her I wasted best forces my! - Um responded angrily.

- Don't quarrel, unfortunates! – the dying Old Man smiled dispassionately again and, after a pause, said again: “Yes, you are all terribly pale and worn out.” How sickening it must be to be human and have to deal with you day after day for years? Who is that shaking his head affirmatively? Oh, it's you, True! You are still the same... not in honor among people... Well, what?.. Farewell, my former companions. Goodbye, I have nothing more to say to you... But... I don’t see anyone among you? Yes? Where is the Originality?

“She’s been gone for a long time,” Pravda answered timidly.

- Poor earth! - Old Year regretted. - How bored she is! People are pathetic and colorless if they have lost the originality of their thoughts, feelings, and actions.

“They don’t even know how to create a suit for themselves that would at least somewhat brighten up the ugliness of their forms, deprived of ancient beauty“Pravda complained quietly.

- What's wrong with them? – Old Year asked thoughtfully.

“They lost their desires and were left to live only with lusts...” Pravda explained.

- Do they die too? - Old Year was amazed.

“No,” said Pravda. - They are still living. But how do they live? Most out of habit, some out of curiosity, and all without realizing why they live.

Old Year laughed coldly.

- It's time! Another minute and my hour will strike - the hour of my liberation from life. As I leave, I'll say a little... I existed and found it very sad. Farewell once again and for the last time. I feel sorry for you, I regret that you are immortal and that peace is not available to you. Son of Time - I am impassive, but still I feel sorry for you and people. First hit! Two…

Having struck twice, the clock stopped chiming.

Everyone looked at them in amazement, and they saw something strange.

Someone, with wings on his head and legs, stood at the clock, beautiful, like one of the gods of Hellas, and, holding the minute hand of the clock with his hand, looked into the eyes of the Old Year, fading in anticipation of death.

“I am Mercury and was sent here from Eternity,” he said. - She said why? New Year old people? Tell them that there will be no New Year until new people are born. The one who was already there will remain with them - let him change from the shroud into the dress of a young man and live.

- But this is torture! - said the Old Man.

- You will stay! – Mercury repeated adamantly. - And until people renew their thoughts and feelings, you will remain with them, Old Man! That's what Eternity said - live!

And he disappeared - the messenger of Eternity... And when he disappeared, the clock threw ten dull blows into the silence of amazement.

And the Old Year, dying in triumph, remained to live again with Dejection smiling mournfully into his wrinkled face.

The guests of the Old Year were leaving quietly and sadly.

And Nadezhda, leaving, was silent, and Hypocrisy, expressing sorrow on her face, flirted with Supremacy, talking to him something about Mind, something about Patience, and, speaking, she was still afraid that Dejection would overhear his speeches and did not reproach him for his speeches.

And finally everyone left.

Only the Old Year remained, already dressed in the dress of the New Year, and the Truth is always and everywhere the last!

On the last day of his life, the Old Year - before returning to Eternity - arranges something like a solemn meeting for his successor - he collects all human Properties in front of him and talks with them until twelve o'clock - until the fateful moment of his death, until the birth of the New Year.
It was the same yesterday - in the evening strange and vague creatures began to gather to visit the Old Year - creatures whose names and forms are known to us, but whose essences and meanings for us we cannot yet clearly imagine.
Hypocrisy came first, hand in hand with Humility, behind it came Ambition, respectfully accompanied by Stupidity, and after this pair slowly walked a majestic, but emaciated and obviously sick figure - it was Intelligence, and although in his deep and penetrating eyes there was much They sparkled with pride in themselves, but even more there was melancholy about their powerlessness.
Behind him walked Lyubov - a half-naked and very rude woman, with eyes in which there was a lot of sensuality and not a spark of thought.
Luxury, following her, said in a warning whisper:
- O love! How are you dressed? Fi, does such a suit suit your role in life?
- Bah! - Suspiciousness responded, - what do you want from Love, madam? You have always been and still remain a romantic, I’ll tell you what. For me, the simpler, the clearer, the better, and I am very pleased that I managed to tear away from Love the veils of fantasy in which the dreamers dressed it. We live on earth, it is hard, and its color is dirty, and the heavens are so high that there will never be anything in common between them and the earth! Is not it?
And Love itself was silent - her tongue has long been almost mute, she does not have the former ardent words, her desires are rude, and her blood is liquid and cold.
Vera also appeared - a broken and wavering creature. She cast a glance of irreconcilable hatred towards Um and quietly disappeared from his eyes in the crowd that had come to celebrate the Old Year.
Then behind her, Hope flashed like a spark, flashed and disappeared somewhere.
Then Wisdom appeared. She was dressed in bright and light fabrics, decorated with a mass of fake stones, and no matter how bright and shiny her costume was, she herself was so dark and sad.
And then Despondency came, and everyone bowed to it respectfully, because it is in the honor of Time.
The last to come was Truth, timid and downtrodden, as always, sick and sad; she, quietly and unnoticed by anyone, walked into the corner and sat there alone.
Old Year came out, looked at his guests and grinned with Mephisto's grin.
- Hello and goodbye! - he spoke. - Farewell because I am dying, as prescribed by Fate. I am mortal, and I am glad that I am mortal, for if the time of my life had continued even for one day, I would not have endured the melancholy of my pale life. It's so boring to live always dealing only with you! I sincerely feel sorry for you - you are immortal. And for this I also regret that on my birthday you were all stronger, fresher and more whole than today, on the day of my death. Yes, I sincerely pity you - you are all terribly worn out by people, discolored by them, crushed, and you are all so close to each other in your common ugliness. And it is you who are human Properties? You are without strength, without color, without fire! I feel sorry for you and the people.
And the Old Year grinned and then again, looking around the guests, asked Vera:
- Faith! Where is your power, which moved people to great deeds and inspired life?
- He robbed me! - Vera said dully, pointing in the direction of Uma.
“I owe it to her that to this day people are still confident in my power.” In the fight against her, I wasted my best strength! - Um responded angrily.
- Don't quarrel, unfortunate people! - the dying Old Man smiled dispassionately again and, after a pause, said again: - Yes, you are all terribly pale and worn out. How sickening it must be to be human and have to deal with you day after day for years? Who is that shaking his head affirmatively? Oh, it's you, True! You are still the same... not in honor among people... Well, what?.. Farewell, my former companions. Goodbye, I have nothing more to say to you... But... I don’t see anyone among you? Yes? Where is the Originality?
“She’s been gone for a long time,” Pravda answered timidly.
- Poor earth! - Old Year regretted. - How bored she is! People are pathetic and colorless if they have lost the originality of their thoughts, feelings, and actions.
“They don’t even know how to create a costume for themselves that would at least somewhat brighten up the ugliness of their forms, devoid of ancient beauty,” Pravda quietly complained.
- What's wrong with them? - Old Year asked thoughtfully.
“They lost their desires and were left to live only with lusts...” Pravda explained.
- Do they die too? - Old Year was amazed.
“No,” said Pravda. - They are still living. But how do they live? Most out of habit, some out of curiosity, and all without realizing why they live.
Old Year laughed coldly.
- It's time! Another minute and my hour will strike - the hour of my liberation from life. As I leave, I'll say a little... I existed and found it very sad. Farewell once again and for the last time. I feel sorry for you, I regret that you are immortal and that peace is not available to you. Son of Time - I am impassive, but still I feel sorry for you and people. First hit! Two...
What is this?
Having struck twice, the clock stopped beating.
Everyone looked at them in amazement, and they saw something strange.
Someone, with wings on his head and legs, stood at the clock, beautiful, like one of the gods of Hellas, and, holding the minute hand of the clock with his hand, looked into the eyes of the Old Year, fading in anticipation of death.
“I am Mercury and was sent here from Eternity,” he said. - She said - why do old people need New Year? Tell them that there will be no New Year until new people are born. The one who was already there will remain with them - let him change from the shroud into the dress of a young man and live.
- But this is torture! - said the Old Man.
- You will stay! - Mercury repeated adamantly. - And until people renew their thoughts and feelings, you will remain with them, Old Man! That's what Eternity said - live!
And he disappeared - the messenger of Eternity... And when he disappeared, the clock threw ten dull strikes into the silence of amazement.
And the Old Year, dying in triumph, remained to live again with Dejection smiling mournfully into his wrinkled face.
The guests of the Old Year were leaving quietly and sadly.
And Nadezhda, leaving, was silent, and Hypocrisy, expressing sorrow on her face, flirted with Supremacy, talking to him something about Mind, something about Patience, and, speaking, she was still afraid that Dejection would overhear his speeches and did not reproach him for his speeches.
And finally everyone left.
Only the Old Year remained, already dressed in the dress of the New Year, and the Truth is always and everywhere the last!

To the question of M. bitter old year summary given by the author Olka Chudo the best answer is On the last day of his life, the Old Year - before returning to Eternity - arranges something like a solemn meeting for his successor - he collects all human Properties in front of him and talks with them until twelve o'clock - until the fateful moment of his death, until the birth of the New Year.
It was the same yesterday - in the evening strange and vague creatures began to gather to visit the Old Year - creatures whose names and forms are known to us, but whose essences and meanings for us we cannot yet clearly imagine.
Hypocrisy came first, hand in hand with Humility, behind it came Ambition, respectfully accompanied by Stupidity, and after this pair slowly walked a majestic, but emaciated and obviously sick figure - it was Intelligence, and although in his deep and penetrating eyes there was much they sparkled with pride in themselves, but even more there was melancholy about their powerlessness.
Behind him walked Lyubov - a half-naked and very rude woman, with eyes in which there was a lot of sensuality and not a spark of thought.
Luxury, following her, said in a warning whisper:
- O love! How are you dressed? Fi, does such a suit suit your role in life?
- Bah! - Suspiciousness responded, - what do you want from Love, madam? You have always been and still remain a romantic, I’ll tell you what. For me, the simpler, the clearer, the better, and I am very pleased that I managed to tear away from Love the veils of fantasy in which the dreamers dressed it. We live on earth, it is hard, and its color is dirty, and the heavens are so high that there will never be anything in common between them and the earth! Is not it?
And Love itself was silent - her tongue has long been almost mute, she does not have the former ardent words, her desires are rude, and her blood is liquid and cold.
Vera also appeared - a broken and wavering creature. She cast a glance of irreconcilable hatred towards Um and quietly disappeared from his eyes in the crowd that had come to celebrate the Old Year.
Then behind her, Hope flashed like a spark, flashed and disappeared somewhere.
Then Wisdom appeared. She was dressed in bright and light fabrics, decorated with a mass of fake stones, and no matter how bright and shiny her costume was, she herself was so dark and sad.
And then Despondency came, and everyone bowed to it respectfully, because it is in the honor of Time.
The last to come was Truth, timid and downtrodden, as always, sick and sad; she, quietly and unnoticed by anyone, walked into the corner and sat there alone.
Old Year came out, looked at his guests and grinned with Mephisto's grin.
- Hello and goodbye! - he spoke. - Farewell because I am dying, as prescribed by Fate. I am mortal, and I am glad that I am mortal, for if the time of my life had continued even for one day, I would not have endured the melancholy of my pale life. It’s so boring to live always dealing only with you! I sincerely feel sorry for you - you are immortal. And for this I also regret that on my birthday you were all stronger, fresher and more whole than today, on the day of my death. Yes, I sincerely pity you - you are all terribly worn out by people, discolored by them, crushed, and you are all so close to each other in your common ugliness. And it is you who are human Properties? You are without strength, without color, without fire! I feel sorry for you and the people.
And the Old Year grinned and then again, looking around the guests, asked Vera:
- Faith! Where is your power, which moved people to great deeds and inspired life?
- He robbed me! - Vera said dully, pointing in the direction of Uma.
“I owe it to her that to this day people are still confident in my power.” In the fight against her I wasted my best strength! - Um responded angrily.
- Don't quarrel, unfortunate people! - the dying Old Man smiled dispassionately again and, after a pause, said again: - Yes, you are all terribly pale and worn out. How sickening it must be to be human and have to deal with you day after day for years? Who is that shaking his head affirmatively? Oh, it's you, True! You are still the same... not in honor among people... Well, what?.. Farewell, my former companions. Goodbye, I have nothing more to say to you... But... I don’t see anyone among you? Yes? Where is the Originality?
- She's been gone for a long time

Preview:

Lesson summary.

Date: 03/05/12

Class: 7

Subject: Literature

Lesson #48

Textbook: Literature. 7th grade. T.F. Kurdyumova.

Program: T.F. Kurdyumova.

Lesson topic: Philosophical fairy tale by M. Gorky “Old Year”.

Lesson type: conversation with elements of discussion..

Goals:

Educational: introduce the concept of “philosophy”, concepts that characterize internal qualities person.

Developmental: develop the skills of listening to the teacher’s story, broaden the horizons of students.

Educating: cultivate interest in a person’s personality, his inner world, state of mind, attentive attitude towards people, the ability to see the positive and negative in a person through the prism of such concepts as compassion, love, friendship, etc.,contribute to the development of a humane attitude towards loved ones; the ability of students to listen to comrades, formulate their views and argue for them, and the ability to take into account the opinions of others.

Equipment: portrait of M. Gorky.

Lesson plan:

1. Organizing time. (5 minutes.)
2. Examination homework. (5 minutes.)
3. Learning new material. (25 min.)
4. Summing up the lesson. / 5 minutes./
5. Homework.(5 min.)

1.Organizational moment: communication of the topic and goals of the lesson, mood for the lesson. /5 minutes/

2.Checking homework. (5 minutes.)

The work of M. Gorky "Old Year" - philosophical tale . /25 min./

What is philosophy?

Student: / the science of people’s lives in society/.

Analysis of the tale:
1. So, on the last day of his life, the Old Year - before returning to Eternity - arranges something like a solemn meeting for his successor - he collects all human Properties before his face and talks with them until twelve o'clock - until the fatal moment of his death, until the moment New Year's birth.

2. How do you understand the word “eternity”?

Student: /the old year will go away forever and there will be no return to it/.

3. In the evening, strange and vague creatures began to gather to visit the Old Year, whose names and forms are known to us, but whose essences and meanings for us we cannot yet clearly imagine.
Tell me who came to visit?

Student: / Hypocrisy, Humility, Ambition, Stupidity came first.

Assignment: work with the table and the meaning of the human qualities that came first.

/see table/.

4. Why do they think they came among the first?

Student: /these are all those qualities of a person that so interfere with his life/.

5.Why them?

Student: /widespread among people/.

6. Mind, Love, Faith, Hope and Wisdom are shown by the author as gray, powerless and persecuted creatures.

7. Task: find a description of the Wisdom, Love, Faith, Hope of Truth of all those who came second:
Student: / Wisdom she was dressed in bright and light fabrics, decorated with a lot of fake stones, and as bright and shiny as her costume was, she herself was so dark and sad.

Love scantily clad, rude, with eyes in which there was not a spark of thought

Faith a broken and wavering creature

Hope flashed and disappeared

Is it true, timid and downtrodden, as always, sick and sad, she, quietly and unnoticed by anyone, walked into the corner and sat there alone./

8. Why do they think the truth came last and why does it look like this?
Student: /No one likes the truth, it ruins life, relationships, people are used to hiding it/.

9. At midnight the Old Year was about to leave forever, but Mercury, the messenger of Eternity, appeared and announced. that the Old Year will live until new people are born. Why?

Student: /Until people renew their thoughts and feelings, the Old Year must remain with them/.

10. The Old Year died in triumph. Why?

Student: /it’s hard to always be around such qualities/.

11.What are these qualities?

Student: /more negative/.

12. Name them

Student: /everything except love, faith, hope, truth/.

13.What if these are people?

Student: /it’s twice as hard/.

14. Who did the Old Year stay with? /

Disciple: / was left to live again with Dejection smiling mournfully into his wrinkled face /.

15.If he remained to live with Dejection, what awaited him?

Student: /sadness, boredom/.

16. So, all the human Properties that arrived for the Old Year began to disperse and the Old Year remained alone, already dressed in the dress of the New.

That is, what is the idea of ​​this work?

What is an idea?

Student: / call for something /.
Positive and negative qualities. And as long as negative qualities dominate, time and life will not be able to move forward.

Assignment: name the houses written down in notebook 10 positive qualities human nature that can improve the world.

Students take turns sharing their notes made at home: /kindness, camaraderie, sympathy, empathy, joy, camaraderie, affection, trust.../.

Summing up the lesson: So, we talked at the beginning of the lesson about philosophy,/ 5 minutes. /

then we analyzed the person's qualities. What conclusion can be drawn?

Student: one must be able to live in society, be honest and be truthful, fight against those qualities that prevent a person from living, because it is negativity that makes a person and his life gray, boring and monotonous.

People should live in a world of kindness and harmony, and as Dostoevsky said: “Only beauty will save the world.” This beauty is in man himself./ commenting on lesson grades /

Homework: 1. Write a fairy tale on the topic of the lesson; / 5 minutes./

2. Write a poem about good and evil.

Table of human qualities that came to the Old Year