The early period of Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol’s work is characterized by the image of mysticism and otherworldly forces in the life of residents of Ukrainian farms and villages. One in two in the works of the author, one way or another, is faced with the otherworldly in everyday life. Similar stories were collected by the writer in the book “Evenings on a Farm Near Dikanka", Which includes the story" Enchanted place. " Here is a very short summary of the book for the reader's diary.
(257 words) This story happened to the storyteller himself, the beekeeper Rudym Panko. Many years ago, when he was very young, his father left to trade tobacco, and at home he kept his wife, grandfather, and three sons at home. Once the Chumaks arrived, and all turned out to be the old-fashioned old acquaintances. Everyone had fun, danced, even the grandfather did not sit still. He was dancing, and suddenly he stopped in one place on a cucumber bed. Trying again is the same. Grandfather scolds, and someone laughs behind. He turns around and no longer knows the place. Around a clean field, but the hero recognized this territory, where his evil spirits brought. And it’s dark around, he only sees the grave, and behind it the sparkle sparkles, and after it another one. He realized that the treasure was buried there and put the branch in that place, so as not to lose.
The next morning, my grandfather found the same place in the field, but there is no grave there. The next day, he was digging beds in the garden, and as he reached the cherished place, he struck the earth with a spade and again found himself at the grave with a treasure. Looks - around nobody. Dug up the boiler. Here he looks - and there is only one evil: a talking bear, a lamb's head from the top of a tree looks, and a bird's nose. And what the grandfather does not say, they repeat everything after him. He gathered his courage, pressed his booty to his body, and ran as fast as he could.
And at home everyone wonders where the old man is. Mother looks - a barrel creeps along the road. She slopped into her slop, and this is the grandfather. The treasured cauldron was opened, and there was only one dirty soil in it. And in the damn place in the garden since then always grew, "God knows what!".
