Pavel Sanaev, "Bury me behind the plinth": a short summary of the story

The book "Bury me behind the plinth" (a brief summary of several short stories of the story see below) produced the effect of a bomb exploding in the world of readers. It is so ambiguous and unusual that it is difficult to convey the emotions that arose when reading. However, the author's language is so clingy that having read a couple of lines will not leave the book to the last page. And then it will be a long time to hold it in hand, trying to understand what it was, where such a volcano of emotions and experiences.

about the author

Pavel Sanaev ("Bury me behind the plinth" - his most famous story) - Russian writer, publicist and translator, actor. He was born in 1969. He is the adopted son of the famous director Rolan Bykov.

He was engaged in translations, including synchronous pirated films. He was the co-author of many popular tapes now, including "On the Game", "Last Weekend", "Zero Kilometer".

The Tale

The story "Bury me behind the plinth" Pavel Sanayev, according to his confession, dedicated to his grandmother, who lived from four to eleven.

He called the love and care of the grandmother "tyrannical," "violent" "devastating."

It was in memory of her grandmother and her tyranny, the grave nature and the insane atmosphere that reigned in the house where the boy's childhood was spent, that the story "Bury me behind the plinth" is written (the contents of the book are waiting for you below).

According to the story, the progressive director Sergei Snezhkin shot the film of the same name. The motion picture caused many responses of a different nature. Pavel Sanayev himself explained in his interviews with journalists many aspects of the book, which in the movie were shown in a completely different way.

The writer was disappointed with the film, he refused to co-write the script, arguing that he once said everything clearly, the second time to do it with inspiration and spark is simply beyond his power.

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The story begins with a short introduction, where the narrator is represented by the second-class boy Sasha Saveliev, who lives with his grandmother, because his mother "exchanged it for a dwarf bloodsucker." He calls himself a "heavy cross" on his grandmother's neck, which immediately sets the reader to a specific mood. This is clearly not the words of the boy, immediately becomes clear the attitude of the grandmother to him. But not all so unambiguously. We present a brief retelling of several chapters of the story.

Bathing

In it, we learn how the boy is swimming. Grandmother barricades the bathroom door with rollers from blankets, brings in a heater (reflector), heats the water to 37.7 degrees. She is convinced that a boy can get sick from the slightest draft.

"Bury me behind the plinth" (a short summary is before you, but it will not convey all the feelings described in the book, we recommend reading the full version) - a work filled with the feelings of my grandmother, her excessive, painful concern for the boy.

At the same time, she constantly curses her grandson, calling him "rotting", wants to "rot in prison." Her intercourse is constantly interrupted by curses. They touch not only the boy, gets to the grandfather, and friends, and casual counter.

Morning

The book "Bury Me Behind the Skirting" (the brief content of the story is presented in the article) consists of short stories.

Sasha wakes up from her own cry. Rises and goes to the kitchen. He sees that the grandmother is not in the spirit.

From the grandmother's hands falls and breaks the porcelain teapot, she falls exhausted onto the bed, saying that she will now die. Grandfather (called grandmother "smelly old man") and the boy try to comfort her, for which they receive a new portion of curses and screams.

Grandfather acts as a silent witness of grandmother flashes. He tries not to anger her and not to blame, not to cause a wave of explosive anger.

The story "Bury me behind the plinth" (the short content is worth reading only in the absence of time, we are sure to consult the full version of the work) is filled with remarks and explanations of the author. One of them is below.

After this section, a small amendment follows, in which the author says that the curse of the grandmother is not his fiction and exaggeration. He to some extent also reduces them, avoiding unprintable "combinations."

Cement

Near the house of the boy stood the building of MADI. He was very fond of going there with a friend. There he felt free and rested from his grandmother. But she forbade him to go there. To get to the MADI territory the boy could only secretly, when he was let out to take a walk in the yard. Convinced that the boy was terribly ill, my grandmother bore him homeopathic remedy six times a day. Once she did not find him in the yard. The boys, hearing a furious cry, rushed to her. Nevertheless, this did not save Sasha. She saw that the boy was sweating, and this was a terrible "wine", after which he was reprimanded with lamentations and disguise.

Once Sasha and a friend ran away from the older guys and fell into a pit with cement. Granny's indignant indignation was no limit, she cursed and wished her grandson "to drown next time in cement completely."

Because of the mad granness of her grandmother and her calls of the waggons in the yard, Sasha was called a "Saveliev idiot".

Pavel Sanaev ("Bury me behind the plinth", the brief content of which we consider - his most famous work) shows many funny and sad situations that happened to the boy. The destiny itself tries to show her grandmother that she is acting incorrectly.

White ceiling

Sasha remembers that he went to school very rarely, 7-10 days a month. Grandmother took assignments for the house and class exercises for excellent Svetochka, constantly extolling and putting the girl in the example of Sasha. With her grandson, she worked until losing him and his strength, scratching the errors in the notebook with a razor.

Once the boy made a mistake and wrote twice one syllable in a word. This drove her grandmother into hysterics, in which she screamed that she did not know the boy, she did not have a grandson, then she repeated the meaningless "white ceiling".

Salmon

The story begins with the description of the apartment. She was two-roomed. One room belonged to the grandfather, where he slept on a folding, but never folding sofa. There was also a huge sideboard, called a sarcophagus.

In the kitchen there were two refrigerators, one was food, and in the other - canned food and caviar for doctors, according to which the grandmother constantly took the boy.

In this chapter, from the conversation between grandfather and friend Lesha, the reader will learn about the grandmother's psychiatric illness.

Park of Culture

Sasha had long dreamed of driving around in the park. Once, after a visit to a homeopath, he managed to drag grandmother to go there. But she did not allow the boy to ride a ride on any of the rides, but only bought ice cream, which she promised to give at home. On the way home, the delicacy melted. From him there was only one puddle, in which documents, money and analyzes were drowned.

Zheleznovodsk

Grandfather Senya got tickets to Zheleznovodsk. Grandmother and Sasha went there by train.

The boy was very fond of the toilet in the train, especially the brilliant flush pedal. When the grandmother left the compartment, Sasha rushed to the toilet, opening the door with his elbows, because there is an "infection". But he did not manage to get back without adventures, and before his grandmother's eyes he collapsed directly to the floor in the dominance of "microbes, dysentery and staphylococcus."

Completion of the story

In this story, on behalf of the boy, the reader will learn the origins of this unusual, surrealistic title of the story.

Its author is Sasha Saveliev. Frightened by grandmother's lamentations and the wishes of death, the boy was sure that he would soon die. Death seemed to him something terribly imminent, terrible. He was terribly afraid of her. And one day he decided that the best place for his burial would be not a cemetery, but "behind the plinth" in my mother's apartment. So that he would lie there and watch his mother walk, he saw her every day.

The conflict between Mama and grandmother little Sasha in the story is increasing towards the end. One day my mother comes and takes Sasha. Together with her husband, they let her grandmother know that they would not give her their son. Sasha stays with her mother, and her grandmother dies ...

So completed "Bury me behind the plinth" Sanaev P. (a brief summary of several stories see above). The story is very ambiguous and evokes a range of feelings. The style and language of the narrative seem to immerse us in the world of childhood. But childhood is not a happy, but terrifying, surreal, completely shoveled grandmother's cynicism and a mad, sizzling love, which is difficult to call such. The tale is undoubtedly worth reading to the fullest, but this is not a book that it is customary to enjoy over a cup of tea.