Joy
It was twelve o'clock at night.
Mitya Kuldarov, excited and disheveled, rushed into his parents’ apartment and quickly walked through all the rooms. The parents had already gone to bed. My sister lay in bed and finished reading the last page of the novel. The schoolboy brothers were sleeping.
- Where are you from? - the parents were surprised. - What happened to you?
- Oh, don't ask! I never expected it! No, I never expected it! This... this is even incredible!
Mitya laughed and sat down in a chair, unable to stand on his feet with happiness.
- This is incredible! You can't imagine! Look!
The sister jumped out of bed and, throwing a blanket over herself, went up to her brother. The high school students woke up.
- What happened to you? You have no face!
- It’s me with joy, mom! After all, now all of Russia knows me! All! Previously, only you alone knew that the collegiate registrar Dmitry Kuldarov existed in this world, but now all of Russia knows about it! Mother! Oh my God!
Mitya jumped up, ran around all the rooms and sat down again.
- What happened? Speak clearly!
“You live like wild animals, you don’t read newspapers, you don’t pay any attention to publicity, but there are so many wonderful things in newspapers!” If anything happens, everything is known now, nothing can be hidden! How happy I am! Oh my God! After all, they only publish about famous people in newspapers, but here they published about me!
- What you? Where?
Papa turned pale. Mother looked at the image and crossed herself. The schoolchildren jumped up and, as they were, in only short nightgowns, approached their older brother.
- Yes, sir! They published about me! Now all of Russia knows about me! You, mother, hide this number as a souvenir! We'll read sometimes. Look!
Mitya pulled out a copy of the newspaper from his pocket, handed it to his father and pointed his finger at the place circled with a blue pencil.
- Read!
Father put on his glasses.
- Read it!
Mother looked at the image and crossed herself. Dad coughed and began to read:
“On December 29, at eleven o’clock in the evening, collegiate registrar Dmitry Kuldarov...
- Do you see, do you see? Further!
...college registrar Dmitry Kuldarov, leaving the porterhouse on Malaya Bronnaya, in Kozikhin’s house, and being in a drunken state...
- This is me and Semyon Petrovich... Everything is described down to the subtleties! Carry on! Further! Listen!
...and being in a drunken state, he slipped and fell under the horse of a cab driver standing there, a peasant from the village. Durykina, Yukhnovsky district, Ivan Drotov. The frightened horse, stepping over Kuldarov and dragging through him the sleigh with the Moscow merchant Stepan Lukov of the second guild in it, rushed down the street and was detained by the street cleaners. Kuldarov, initially in an unconscious state, was taken to the police station and examined by a doctor. The blow he received to the back of the head...
“I’ll hit it on the shaft, dad.” Further! Read on!
... which he received on the back of the head is classified as light. A report has been drawn up about the incident. The victim received medical assistance."
“They told me to soak the back of my head with cold water.” Have you read it now? A? That's it! Now it has spread all over Russia! Give it here!
Mitya grabbed the newspaper, folded it and put it in his pocket.
- I’ll run to the Makarovs, I’ll show them... I also need to show the Ivanitskys, Natalia Ivanovna, Anisim Vasilich... I’ll run! Farewell!
Mitya put on a cap with a cockade and, triumphant and joyful, ran out into the street.
Story The joy of reading the story
Exactly at midnight, a disheveled Mitya Kuldarov flew in to his parents, who were already getting ready for bed. Running in, he began to run around with amazed cries and look into all the rooms. In one, his sister was reading the last pages of a novel, in the other, his brothers, high school students, were fast asleep.
Surprised household members wanted to know what happened?
But Mitya couldn’t really explain it. He just shouted that he didn’t expect to see this, it was amazing. Unable to stand on his feet from overwhelming delight, he sat down in a chair with laughter and a cry that expressed a storm of delight and joy.
Even the schoolchildren woke up and my sister, abandoning her novel, ran up to her brother. Everyone eagerly wanted to know what happened?
Mitya emotionally shouted that from that day on the whole country would know about him. Previously, only his relatives knew that a certain college registrar Dmitry Kuldarov was living, but from now on the whole country knows him. Mitya again happily ran around the rooms.
What's happened? All his household members kept trying to find out.
Mitya fell into bewilderment because his parents were unaware of everything that was happening. He began to compare their life with the life of wild animals, because without reading printed publications they know nothing about anything. And about him, specifically about Dmitry Kuldarov, they published in the newspaper.
Where? The distraught parents were screaming.
The son opened the newspaper and handed it to his father, pointing his finger at the highlighted article. The father turned pale and, clearing his throat, began to read the article circled in blue, which reported that on the evening of December twenty-ninth, college registrar Dmitry Kuldarov, while intoxicated, slipped at the exit from the porterhouse of Kozikhin’s house on Malaya Bronnaya Street and fell under the horse of the cab driver Ivan Drotov, who lived in the village of Durykina . The horse ran out of fright, dragging the sleigh with the merchant Stepan Lukov sitting in it, over the body of Kuldarov, who, while unconscious, was taken to the police department and examined by a paramedic. The blow struck to the back of the head by the shafts turned out to be of mild severity. A report was drawn up about the accident. The victim was promptly provided with medical assistance.
Learned?! The whole country will know, Mitya shouted again with delight.
Pulling out the newspaper and putting it in his pocket, he quickly put on his cap with a cockade and solemnly ran out into the street. He impatiently wanted everyone else to know about it.
The story teaches that it is stupid to become famous through bad deeds.
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A.P. Chekhov Joy
It was twelve o'clock at night.Mitya Kuldarov, excited and disheveled, rushed into his parents’ apartment and quickly walked through all the rooms. The parents had already gone to bed. My sister lay in bed and finished reading the last page of the novel. The schoolboy brothers were sleeping.
- Where are you from? - the parents were surprised. - What happened to you?
- Oh, don't ask! I never expected it! No, I never expected it! This... this is even incredible!
Mitya laughed and sat down in a chair, unable to stand on his feet with happiness.
- This is incredible! You can't imagine! Look!
The sister jumped out of bed and, throwing a blanket over herself, went up to her brother. The high school students woke up.
- What happened to you? You have no face!
- It’s me with joy, mom! After all, now all of Russia knows me! All! Previously, only you alone knew that the collegiate registrar Dmitry Kuldarov existed in this world, but now all of Russia knows about it! Mother! Oh my God!
Mitya jumped up, ran around all the rooms and sat down again.
- What happened? Speak clearly!
“You live like wild animals, you don’t read newspapers, you don’t pay any attention to publicity, but there are so many wonderful things in newspapers!” If anything happens, everything is known now, nothing can be hidden! How happy I am! Oh my God! After all, they only publish about famous people in newspapers, but here they published about me!
- What you? Where?
Papa turned pale. Mother looked at the image and crossed herself. The schoolchildren jumped up and, as they were, in only short nightgowns, approached their older brother.
- Yes, sir! They published about me! Now all of Russia knows about me! You, mother, hide this number as a souvenir! We'll read sometimes. Look!
Mitya pulled out a copy of the newspaper from his pocket, handed it to his father and pointed his finger at the place circled with a blue pencil.
- Read!
Father put on his glasses.
- Read it!
Mother looked at the image and crossed herself. Dad coughed and began to read:
— “December 29, at 11 pm, collegiate registrar Dmitry Kuldarov...
- Do you see, do you see? Further!
- ... collegiate registrar Dmitry Kuldarov, leaving the porterhouse on Malaya Bronnaya, in Kozikhin’s house, and being in a drunken state...
- This is me and Semyon Petrovich... Everything is described down to the subtleties! Carry on! Further! Listen!
- ... and being in a drunken state, he slipped and fell under the horse of a cab driver standing here, a peasant from the village of Durykina, Yukhnovsky district, Ivan Drotov. The frightened horse, stepping over Kuldarov and dragging through him the sleigh with the Moscow merchant Stepan Lukov of the second guild in it, rushed down the street and was detained by the street cleaners. Kuldarov, initially in an unconscious state, was taken to the police station and examined by a doctor. The blow he received to the back of the head...
“I’ll hit it on the shaft, dad.” Further! Read on!
- ... which he received on the back of the head is classified as light. A report has been drawn up about the incident. The victim received medical assistance..."
“They told me to soak the back of my head with cold water.” Have you read it now? A? That's it! Now it has spread all over Russia! Give it here!
Mitya grabbed the newspaper, folded it and put it in his pocket.
- I’ll run to the Makarovs, I’ll show them... I also need to show the Ivanitskys, Natalia Ivanovna, Anisim Vasilich... I’ll run! Farewell!
Mitya put on a cap with a cockade and, triumphant and joyful, ran out into the street.
First published: Spectator. 1883. No. 3.
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860-1904) Russian writer, playwright, doctor by profession. Honorary Academician of the Imperial Academy of Sciences in the category of belles-lettres (1900-1902). He is a generally recognized classic of world literature. His plays, especially “The Cherry Orchard,” have been staged in many theaters around the world for a hundred years. One of the world's most famous playwrights.
