I.A.Bunin. Stories (short summary): a dark alley leading to the brightest

"Dark alleys" (read the summary below) - a series of stories IA. Bunin, over which he worked for eight years. There are no repetitive scenes. Each story is the fate of an individual: unique, unique, unique in its own way, like a fingerprint. What made the author combine them into one book? Of course, love. The life path may be different, but the "dark alleys" of each of us ultimately lead only to one thing - to love ...

IA Bunin, a summary of the "Dark Alley"

Cold autumn bad weather. One of the Tula roads, flooded and riddled with endless rains. To a long hut, combining on one side the post office, and on the other - a small private hotel, drove up a dirty tarantas. From it came a slender old military man, with a gray mustache, but still black-browed. He famously ran up the porch of the hut, then went to the front room to the left.

It was clean, warm and dry. Before he could call the hosts, a dark woman, also black-browed, and age-old, beautiful woman entered the room lightly. Rounded shoulders, big breasts under a red blouse, "light legs", red, worn Tatar shoes - nothing escaped his gaze. The visitor started the conversation that usually takes place between people whose paths have accidentally crossed, but they most likely will never see each other again. We talked, yes And forgotten. It turned out that this woman is the hostess of the inn. This fact surprised him, but he praised her for the cleanliness and comfort. She squinted and looked inquiringly at him, and answered: "I love cleanliness ... when I grew up, Nikolai Alexeevich." Whether her words, her voice, her name, or maybe all of them, suddenly and unexpectedly Recalled the bright pictures of youth ... The man quickly straightened up and blushed: "Hope! Of course, it was she - the same Hope, which thirty, and perhaps thirty-five years ago was his lover. Oh, how long ago it was! Passed youth, love, and history, in fact, was "vulgar, ordinary".

But this is not the end. Summary "The Dark Alley" continues. After all, the fact that for one - a real trifle, which you can sometimes remember with a pleasant sadness, for another - the love of all life, with which you do not part for a minute. She knew everything. She understood that Nikolenka was no longer her, and she had given her all her youth, beauty and "fever" to him, and not to become her or him or anyone else's wife. I tried to put my hands on myself. But fate decreed otherwise ...

Nikolay Alekseevich blushes, hides a tear-stained tear and repents only before God, because she, apparently, has not kept an eye on him for a long time. But Hope did not forgive him, and does not intend to forgive. It's impossible. Feelings madly mixed. Love, delight, resentment, disappointment and hatred - where that, go figure it out. Therefore, as her love for him will remain unchanged, so that it has settled nearby.

Repentance and tears instantly disappeared from his face. Nikolai Alekseevich told that his life did not work out either. His wife, whom he loved very much, changed and threw him "even more insulting" than he was to Nadezhda. The son is an unprecedented fugitive and loafer, a man without a heart and honor. Maybe he really did not appreciate and betrayed the true thing that was offered to him initially. After this unexpected confession she came and kissed his hand, and he - her, and they said goodbye. When we drove on, he felt unbearably ashamed. The last words, some stupid, somewhere even childish remorse, kissing hands ... The former military blushed profusely, but was immediately ashamed of these vile feelings. After all, the time spent with her was the best and magical in his life: "Around the wild rose bouquet blossomed, dark linden alleys stood ..." Closing his eyes, he shook his head: I wonder what would be further, what if He did not abandon her, and this woman, Nadezhda, mistress of the inn, would become his life companion, the manager of his St. Petersburg home, the mother of his children? This concludes the "Dark Alley" concludes. The question remained unanswered ...

What is the story about "Dark alleys"?

The summary of the work, as well as the whole text, makes the reader think about what it is - the story of great love or "vulgar, ordinary" affair? In life, we have to observe hundreds, and even thousands, of such dramas. But this is on the one hand. Or rather, it is the tip of the iceberg. What is hidden under the dark water? The summary "The Dark Alley" told the story of two people. Hope has carried love to one man through the years. Yes, this love was cloudy with a touch of resentment, sharp pain and deep disappointment. But she was. Nikolai Alekseevich, betraying and insulting one, also knew this feeling, but thanks to the other. And he did not give up. And he continued to protect what had come to life in his soul, and was subsequently trampled and mixed with mud. Why do we so carefully store what hurts and howls? Why is "everything passes, but not everything is forgotten"?