Brief summary of biter. Leonid Nikolaevich Andreev

1901 Andreev Leonid finishes his work "Kusaka". In the center of the story is a dog that no one needs. They spy on her, they can even beat her. She seeks shelter for herself and finds a dacha where she spends the winter. And on Kusaka's life path, a holiday happens: a family with children comes to the dacha. The girl Lelya became attached to the dog, and Kusaka, in turn, realized that it was great to have an owner, to be needed by someone. But one day in autumn everything ends, the summer residents leave for the city and Kusaka is left alone again. She doesn't understand why people are so cruel.

The main idea of Kusak's story

The main idea of the sample of the Russian classic “Kusaka” is that Leonid Andreev, with his text, calls on us to love and take care of animals, to have compassion for them, not to throw them out into the street, thereby replenishing the armies of homeless animals. And one involuntarily recalls the words of Antoine de Saint-Exupery: "We are responsible for those we have tamed."

Read the summary of Andreev Kusak chapter by chapter.

Chapter 1.

Kusaka is a stray dog. Nobody needs her. She is afraid of everyone. In her dog life, she sees only cruelty and evil. Moreover, such hostility is not only from people, but also from yard dogs. Children tease her and throw stones and sticks at her, and dogs that have owners can bark at Kusaku. She hears kind words only once in her life, and even then, they sound from the lips of a drunken peasant. And the mood of drunkards is changeable. The caress is suddenly and unpredictably replaced by anger. The man wanted to pet the dog first, but kicked it instead of petting it. Since then, Kusaka hates people.

Winter is coming. The dog seeks refuge, finds it and settles in an empty cottage. She becomes so accustomed to this place that it seems to her that she must guard it. She even barks at those who pass by. This is important and meaningful to her.

Chapter 2

After winter comes spring. Summer residents come to "her" house. Biter is watching the arrivals from the bushes. Then she sees the girl Lelya, who did not notice how the dog crept up to her. It was Kusaka. She tore a tuft from Lely's hem. At night, Kusaka realizes that from now on she must protect not only the house, but also the people living in it.

Time goes by. Summer residents and the dog get used to each other's existence. They even came up with a name for the dog. Now she is Kusaka. The dog loves everything. She is fed, and in response to their manifestations of care, she comes closer and closer to people. Lelya finally shortened the distance between them, she offered Kusaka sugar and the dog believed people for the second time in her life, and let herself be stroked. After that, the girl called other children. Kusaka is happy that someone needs her. She expresses her admiration as best she can.

Chapter 3

Kusaka lives freely. She eats her fill. Her fur is slick. Kusaka is grateful to people, thanks to them, she again became able to play with others, to show her good qualities. Her somersaults evoked good-natured laughter from those who watched her. But Kusaka is not offended at all. On the contrary, she is happy and well. Most importantly, she found owners, someone needs her, that she is no longer alone, which means she is not embittered by the whole world. At night, Kusaki's main task is to protect the dacha and its inhabitants.

Chapter 4

Summer replaces autumn. The days are getting shorter and, most importantly, colder. The sun is no longer shining as brightly and gently as in summer. The inhabitants of the dacha began to gather in the city. The girl became attached to her pet during the time spent outside the city. Lelya even wanted to take the dog with her, but her mother answered her that it was impossible to keep a dog in a city apartment. Lelya is crying bitterly. Mom promises her in return that she will buy an expensive puppy for her daughter.

Kusaka is watching the gathering of summer residents. It becomes clear to her that something bad is coming. But until she understands this and does not realize it. It's starting to rain. It gets cold and uncomfortable. Soon the summer residents left for the station. Only then Lelya realized that she had not said goodbye to Biter. This thought makes her sad and sad.

Chapter 5

Kusaka does not yet realize what is happening. The dog does not feel lonely yet. She even ran to the station, looked for her owners, but there was no one there. Everyone left. Night has come. It was at this time that Kusaka realized that darkness filled her entire being. She became scared and sad. Then Kusaka howled very plaintively. The last words in the story: "The dog howled."

Picture or drawing of Biter

I

She belonged to no one; she did not have her own name, and no one could tell where she was during the long frosty winter and what she fed on. She was chased away from the warm huts by yard dogs, just as hungry as she was, but proud and strong in their belonging to the house; when, driven by hunger or an instinctive need for companionship, she showed up in the street, the guys threw stones and sticks at her, the adults hooted merrily and whistled terribly, piercingly. Beside herself with fear, shifting from side to side, bumping into fences and people, she rushed to the edge of the village and hid in the depths of a large garden, in one place known to her. There she licked bruises and wounds and alone accumulated fear and anger. Only once did they take pity on her and caress her. It was a drunken peasant returning from a tavern. He loved everyone and pitied everyone, and said something under his breath about good people and his hopes for good people; he also took pity on the dog, dirty and ugly, on which his drunken and aimless glance accidentally fell. - Bug! - He called her by the name common to all dogs. - Bug! Come here, don't be afraid! The bug really wanted to come up; she wagged her tail, but did not dare. The man patted his knee with his hand and repeated convincingly: - Come on, you fool! By God, I won't touch! But as the dog hesitated, waving its tail more and more violently and moving forward with small steps, the mood of the drunken man changed. He remembered all the insults inflicted on him by kind people, felt bored and dull anger, and when the Beetle lay down on his back in front of him, he poked her in the side with the toe of his heavy boot. - Wow, scum! It also climbs! The dog squealed, more from surprise and resentment than from pain, and the man staggered home, where he beat his wife for a long time and painfully and tore into pieces a new handkerchief, which he had bought for her last week as a gift. Since then, the dog did not trust people who wanted to caress it, and, tail between its legs, ran away, and sometimes attacked them with malice and tried to bite, until stones and sticks could not drive it away. For one winter, she settled under the terrace of an empty dacha, which had no watchman, and unselfishly guarded her: she ran out onto the road at night and barked until she was hoarse. Having already settled down in her place, she was still grumbling angrily, but through the anger there was a certain self-satisfaction and even pride. The winter night dragged on for a long, long time, and the black windows of the empty dacha looked sullenly at the frozen, motionless garden. Sometimes a bluish light seemed to flare up in them: either a fallen star was reflected on the glass, or a sharp-horned moon sent its timid beam.

Spring came, and the quiet dacha resounded with a loud voice, the creak of wheels and the dirty clatter of people carrying heavy loads. Summer residents arrived from the city, a whole cheerful gang of adults, adolescents and children, intoxicated with air, warmth and light; someone shouted, someone sang, laughed in a high female voice. The first person the dog met was a pretty girl in a brown uniform who ran out into the garden. Greedily and impatiently, wanting to embrace and squeeze everything visible in her arms, she looked at the clear sky, at the reddish branches of cherries, and quickly lay down on the grass, facing the hot sun. Then, just as suddenly, she jumped up and, embracing herself with her arms, kissing the spring air with fresh lips, said expressively and seriously: - That's fun! She said and quickly turned around. And at that very moment the dog, which had silently crept up, furiously seized the swollen hem of the dress with its teeth, jerked, and just as silently disappeared into the dense bushes of gooseberries and currants. - Oh, bad dog! - running away, the girl shouted, and for a long time her excited voice was heard: - Mom, children! Do not go into the garden: there is a dog! Huge! .. Zluu-shchaya! .. At night, the dog crept up to the sleeping cottage and silently lay down in its place under the terrace. There was a smell of people, and the soft sounds of short breathing were brought in through the open windows. People were sleeping, they were helpless and not afraid, and the dog jealously guarded them: she slept with one eye and, at every rustle, stretched out her head with two motionless lights of phosphorically glowing eyes. And there were many disturbing sounds in the sensitive spring night: something invisible, small rustled in the grass and crept up to the very shiny nose of the dog; last year's branch crunched under a sleeping bird, and on a nearby highway a cart rumbled and loaded wagons creaked. And far away in the motionless air spread the smell of fragrant, fresh tar and beckoned into the brightening distance. The summer residents who arrived were very kind people, and the fact that they were far from the city, breathed good air, saw everything around them green, blue and harmless, made them even kinder. The sun entered them with warmth and came out with laughter and affection for all living things. At first they wanted to drive away the dog that had frightened them, and even shoot it with a revolver if it did not get away; but then they got used to barking at night and sometimes in the morning they remembered: - And where is our Biter? And this new name "Kusaka" remained with her. It happened that during the day they noticed a dark body in the bushes, which disappeared without a trace at the first movement of the hand throwing bread - as if it were not bread, but a stone - and soon everyone got used to Kusaka, called her "their" dog and joked about her wildness and unreasonable fear. Every day, Biter reduced the space that separated her from people by one step; I looked closely at their faces and learned their habits: half an hour before dinner I was already standing in the bushes and blinking affectionately. And the same schoolgirl Lelya, who forgot the offense, finally introduced her into a happy circle of people having a rest and having fun. - Nipper, come to me! - she called to herself. - Well, good, well, dear, go! Do you want sugar?.. I'll give you sugar, do you want it? Well, go! But Kusaka did not go: she was afraid. And carefully, patting herself with her hands and speaking as affectionately as one could with a beautiful voice and a beautiful face, Lelya moved towards the dog and was afraid herself: she might suddenly bite. - I love you, Biter, I love you very much. You have such a pretty nose and such expressive eyes. You don't believe me, Nipper? Lelya's eyebrows rose, and she herself had such a pretty nose and such expressive eyes that the sun acted wisely, kissing her cheeks hotly, until her cheeks were red, all her young, naively charming little face. And for the second time in her life, Biter rolled over on her back and closed her eyes, not knowing for sure whether they would hit her or caress her. But she was caressed. A small, warm hand touched hesitantly to the rough head and, as if it were a sign of irresistible power, freely and boldly ran all over the woolly body, shaking, caressing and tickling. - Mom, children! Look: I'm caressing Kusaka! Lelya screamed. When the children came running, noisy, sonorous, fast and bright, like droplets of runaway mercury, Kusaka froze with fear and helpless expectation: she knew that if someone hit her now, she would no longer be able to dig into the body of the offender with her sharp teeth: her irreconcilable malice was taken away from her. And when everyone vied with each other began to caress her, she trembled for a long time at every touch of the caressing hand, and she was in pain from the unaccustomed caress, as if from a blow.

Kusaka bloomed with all her canine soul. She had a name to which she rushed headlong from the green depths of the garden; it belonged to the people and could serve them. Isn't that enough to keep the dog happy? With the habit of moderation, created by years of wandering, hungry life, she ate very little, but even this little changed her beyond recognition: her long hair, which used to hang in red, dry tufts and on her belly was always covered with dried mud, became clean, blackened and began to shine, like an atlas. And when, having nothing to do, she ran out to the gate, stood at the threshold and solemnly looked up and down the street, it no longer occurred to anyone to tease her or throw a stone. But she was so proud and independent only when she was alone. Fear had not yet completely evaporated from the fire of caresses from her heart, and every time at the sight of people, at their approach, she was at a loss and waited for beatings. And for a long time any caress seemed to her a surprise, a miracle, which she could not understand and to which she could not respond. She couldn't caress. Other dogs know how to stand on their hind legs, rub themselves at their feet and even smile, and in this way they express their feelings, but she did not know how. The only thing Biter could do was fall on her back, close her eyes, and squeal a little. But this was not enough, it could not express her delight, gratitude and love, - and with a sudden intuition, Kusaka began to do what, perhaps, she had seen in other dogs sometime, but had long forgotten. She absurdly somersaulted, clumsily jumped and twirled around herself, and her body, which was always so flexible and dexterous, became clumsy, ridiculous and pathetic. - Mom, children! Look, Biter is playing! - shouted Lelya and, choking with laughter, asked: - More, Biter, more! Like this! So... And everyone gathered and laughed, and Kusaka twirled, somersaulted and fell, and no one saw a strange plea in her eyes. And just as before they shouted and hooted at the dog in order to see its desperate fear, so now they deliberately caressed it in order to arouse in it a surge of love, infinitely funny in its clumsy and absurd manifestations. Not an hour passed without one of the teenagers or children shouting: - Nipper, dear Nipper, play! And the Nipper twirled, tumbled and fell with incessant merry laughter. They praised her in front of her and behind her back, and only regretted one thing, that in the presence of strangers who came to visit, she did not want to show her things and ran away into the garden or hides under the terrace. Gradually, Kusaka got used to the fact that there was no need to worry about food, since at a certain hour the cook would give her slops and bones, confidently and calmly lay down in her place under the terrace and already sought and asked for caresses. And she grew heavy: she rarely ran from the dacha, and when small children called her to the forest with them, she wagged her tail evasively and disappeared imperceptibly. But at night her guard barking was still loud and vigilant.

Autumn lit up with yellow fires, the sky wept with frequent rains, and the dachas quickly began to empty and fall silent, as if continuous rain and wind were extinguishing them, like candles, one after another. - How can we be with Kusaka? - Lelya asked in thought. She sat with her hands on her knees, and sadly looked out the window, on which the brilliant drops of the rain began to roll down. - What's your posture, Lelya! Well, who sits like that? - said the mother and added: - But Kusaka will have to be left. God bless her! “Sorry,” Lelya drawled. - Well, what can you do? We don’t have a yard, and you can’t keep her in the rooms, you yourself understand. “Sorry,” Lelya repeated, ready to cry. Her dark brows were already raised like the wings of a swallow, and her pretty nose wrinkled pitifully when her mother said: “The Dogaevs have long offered me a puppy. They say he is very thoroughbred and is already serving. Can you hear me? And this is a mongrel! “Sorry,” Lelya repeated, but did not cry. Unfamiliar people came again, and the wagons creaked and groaned under the heavy steps of the floorboards, but there was less talk and no laughter was heard at all. Frightened by strangers, vaguely foreseeing trouble, Kusaka ran to the edge of the garden and from there, through the thinned bushes, gazed relentlessly at the corner of the terrace she could see and the figures in red shirts scurrying along it. - You're here, my poor Nipper, - said Lelya, who came out. She was already dressed for the road - in that brown dress, a piece of which Biter had torn off, and a black blouse. - Come with me! And they got out on the highway. The rain now began to fall, then subsided, and the whole space between the blackened earth and the sky was full of swirling, rapidly moving clouds. From below one could see how heavy they were and impenetrable to the light from the water that had saturated them, and how bored the sun was behind this dense wall. A darkened stubble stretched to the left of the highway, and only on the hilly and close horizon did low scattered trees and bushes rise in solitary clumps. Ahead, not far away, there was an outpost and near it a tavern with a red iron roof, and by the tavern a bunch of people teased the village fool Ilyusha. "Give me a kopeck," the little fool rasped in a drawling voice, and angry, mocking voices vied with each other to answer him: "Do you want to chop wood?" And Ilyusha cursed cynically and dirtyly, and they laughed without amusement. A ray of sunshine broke through, yellow and anemic, as if the sun were terminally ill; the foggy autumn distance became wider and sadder. - It's boring, Biter! - Lelya said quietly and, without looking back, went back. And only at the station did she remember that she had not said goodbye to Biter.

Kusaka rushed about in the footsteps of the people who had left for a long time, ran to the station and - wet, dirty - returned to the dacha. There she did another new thing, which, however, no one had seen: for the first time she went up to the terrace and, rising on her hind legs, peered through the glass door and even scratched with her claws. But the rooms were empty, and no one answered Kusaka. It began to rain frequently, and the darkness of the long autumn night began to approach from everywhere. Quickly and dully he filled the empty dacha; noiselessly he crawled out of the bushes and, together with the rain, poured from the unwelcoming sky. On the terrace, from which the canvas was removed, which made it seem vast and strangely empty, the light struggled with the darkness for a long time and sadly illuminated the traces of dirty feet, but he soon gave way too. Night has come. And when there was no longer any doubt that it had come, the dog howled plaintively and loudly. Ringing, sharp, like despair, this howl broke into the monotonous, gloomy submissive sound of rain, cut through the darkness and, dying, rushed over the dark and bare field. The dog howled - evenly, insistently and hopelessly calmly. And to the one who heard this howl, it seemed that the very dark night was groaning and rushing towards the light, and longed for warmth, for a bright fire, for a loving woman's heart. The dog howled.

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Retelling plan

1. The life of a stray dog.
2. Summer residents give the dog a name and gradually tame it.
3. Biter is happy because people need and love them.
4. Summer residents leave, but Kusaka remains.
5. Woe to an abandoned dog.

retelling
I

The dog was no one's, she had no name, and it is not known where she spent the winter and what she ate. Yard dogs chased her away from the warm huts, the boys threw sticks and stones at her, and the adults hooted and whistled terribly. The dog ran away from everyone, beside himself with fear, hid deep in the garden and licked his wounds and bruises, accumulating fear and anger.

Only once did they take pity on her and caress her. It was a drunken man. Patting her knee, he called her to him, called the Bug. She approached hesitantly. But the mood of the drunkard changed dramatically, and when the dog came up and lay down in front of him on his back, he kicked her in the side with a swing of his boot. The bug squealed more from resentment than from pain, and the man went home, where he beat his wife and tore off the handkerchief bought for her as a gift.

Since then, the dog has always run away from people who wanted to caress it, and sometimes attacked them with malice. For one winter, she settled under the terrace of an empty cottage.

Spring came, and summer residents arrived from the city, "a whole merry band of adults, teenagers and children." The first person the dog met was a very cheerful pretty girl. She ran out into the garden and spun around, and at that time a dog crept up to her and grabbed her by the hem of her dress. The girl, frightened, ran away and said to everyone: “Mom, children! Do not go into the garden: there is a dog! Huge!.. Furious!..»

The gardeners were very kind people. “The sun entered them with warmth and came out with laughter and disposition towards all living things.” At first they wanted to drive away the evil dog, which also kept you awake at night with its barking, but then they got used to it and sometimes remembered in the morning: “Where is our Biter?” This new name stuck with her.

Biter every day came closer to people. That same girl, named Lelya, managed to find an approach to Kusaka. One day, talking very kindly to the dog, she carefully approached it. And for the second time in her life, Kusaka rolled over on her back and closed her eyes, not knowing whether they would offend her or caress her. But she was caressed. Soon all the children came running and stroked her in turn, and she still trembled at every touch of the caressing hand. Kusaka's unaccustomed caress hurt like a blow.

“Kusaka bloomed with all her canine soul. She was fed, and she changed beyond recognition: the wool, which had previously hung in tufts, cleared, turned black and began to shine like satin. All this was unusual for Biters, and she did not know how to caress, like other dogs.

The only thing she could do was fall on her back and scream. But this was not enough to express all the love, and therefore she absurdly tumbled, clumsily jumped and spun around herself, and her body, which was always so flexible and dexterous, became clumsy, ridiculous and pathetic. People liked it, and they deliberately caressed her, persuading her to play more. And she did this many more times, but she was still afraid of strangers and hid in the garden. Soon she got used to not getting food for herself, because the cook fed her, and all the time the dog was looking for and asking for caresses.

Autumn has come. Lelya thought about what to do with Biter. Mom once said that the dog would have to be left. Lele felt sorry for the animal to tears. Mom told her that they would take a puppy, and “what is this mongrel!” Lelya repeated that she was sorry for the dog, but she did not cry anymore.

They started getting ready to leave. Biter, frightened and foreseeing trouble, ran to the edge of the garden and looked at the terrace. “You are here, my poor Nipper,” said Lelya, who came out. She called her to come with her and they walked along the highway. Ahead was an outpost, next to it was a tavern, and at the tavern a bunch of people teased the village fool Ilyusha. Ilyusha cursed cynically and dirtyly, and they laughed without much amusement.

"Boring, Biter!" - Lelya said quietly and, without looking back, went back. And only at the station did she remember that she had not said goodbye to Biter.

Kusaka rushed about in the footsteps of the people who left, ran to the station, but then returned. At the dacha, she did a new trick: “for the first time she went up to the terrace and, rising on her hind legs, looked into the glass door and even scratched her nails.” But Kusaka did not answer, because everything in the rooms was empty.

Night fell, and the dog howled plaintively and loudly. “And to the one who heard this howl, it seemed that the very dark night was groaning and rushing towards the light, and longing for warmth, for a bright fire, for a loving woman's heart. The dog howled."

Andreev's story "Kusak" tells about the hard life of a homeless dog. A summary will help the reader to learn the plot, get to know the main characters in less than 5 minutes.

Who is Kusaka

Once a drunken man seemed to want to caress her, but when the dog approached him, he hit her with the toe of his boot. Therefore, the animal completely ceased to trust people. This is how Andreev's work "Kusak" sadly begins. A brief summary will allow the reader to travel from winter to spring and summer, where the dog was happy.

How the dog became Biter

In winter, the dog took a fancy to one empty dacha and began to live under the house. But spring has come. The owners have arrived. The dog saw a pretty girl who rejoiced in the fresh air, the sun, nature. Her name was Lela. The girl spun, engulfed in love for everything that surrounded her. And then a dog attacked her from behind the bushes. She grabbed the girl by the hem of her dress. She screamed and ran into the house.

At first, summer residents wanted to drive away or even shoot the animal, but they were kind people. What next awaits the reader in the story "Kusak" Andreev? A summary will help answer this question. Then good things awaited the dog.

Gradually, people got used to the nightly barking of the dog. Sometimes in the morning they thought about her and asked where their Kusaka was. So they named the dog. Summer residents began to feed the animal, but at first she was afraid when they threw bread at her. Apparently, she thought that it was ... they threw a stone at her, and ran away.

Kusaki's Short Happiness

Once a schoolgirl Lelya called Kusaka. At first she didn’t go to any, she was afraid. The girl cautiously herself began to move towards Kusaka. Lelya began to say kind words to the dog and she trusted her - she lay on her stomach and closed her eyes. The girl stroked the dog. This is the surprise prepared for the reader by Andreev's work "Kusak". The summary continues the positive narrative.

Lelya stroked the animal and was happy about it herself, she called the children and they also began to caress Kusaka. Everyone was delighted. After all, the dog from an excess of feelings began to awkwardly jump, somersault. The children burst into laughter at the sight of this. Everyone asked Kusaka to repeat their funny somersaults.

Gradually, the dog got used to the fact that she did not need to take care of food. Kusaka recovered, became heavier and stopped running with the children into the forest. At night, she also guarded the dacha, sometimes bursting into loud barking.

The rainy autumn has arrived. Many summer residents have already left for the city. Lely's family also began to gather there. The girl asked her mother about how to be with Biter. What did the mother say? This will help you get a summary. Andreeva Kusaka was not happy for long. The woman said that there was nowhere to keep her in the city and she would have to be left in the country. Lelya almost cried, but there was nothing to do. The gardeners have left.

The dog darted around for a long time, running in their tracks. She even ran to the station, but did not find anyone. Then she climbed under the house in the dacha and began to howl - insistently, evenly and hopelessly calmly.

Here is a work written by Leonid Andreev. The story "Kusak" awakens the best feelings, teaches compassion for those who need it.

Andreev's story "Kusak" tells about the hard life of a homeless dog. A summary will help the reader to learn the plot, get to know the main characters in less than 5 minutes.

Who is Kusaka

How the dog became Biter

Kusaki's Short Happiness

Here is a work written by Leonid Andreev. The story "Kusak" awakens the best feelings, teaches compassion for those who need it.

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