The reader's diary is an important step towards the study of literature. In the process of working on it, a person for a long time remembers the plot and main events from the book, rewriting it in abbreviation. But if you are not confident in your abilities, the Literaguru team will help you briefly and clearly retell the desired text.
(302 words) On a cold late autumn, a lonely old woman named Katerina Petrovna freezes in her old shack in the village of Zaborye. Her father was an artist, and his house now belongs to the museum. But he died long ago, and the only native person who stayed with her in this world is her daughter Nastya. But the girl lives in Leningrad, serves in the Union of Artists, and she has absolutely no time left to visit her gray-haired mother. And the neighbor girl and the watchman Tikhon look after the old woman. An elderly woman understands everything: that life is different now, and she is busy and go for a long time. Therefore, she tries not to annoy her daughter, she will only send 2-3 letters a month with hope and a request to come, and she cries quietly in the evenings. And now, anticipating the nearness of her death, Katerina Petrovna wrote her daughter the last letter.
Nastya, meanwhile, is really working, trying for the good of society - she is pulling the old sculptor Timofeev out of oblivion. Finding him in a frozen apartment, with a heavy character and wonderful work, Nastya knocks out and organizes an individual exhibition for him. Timofeev is immensely grateful in his soul, artists and sculptors are amazed and applaud for a long time. And Nastya is happy. Until a telegram arrives: “Katya is dying. Tikhon. " At first, the girl cannot even figure out who Katya is and why a certain Tikhon writes to her, and crumpled a note in her hand. But when he sees the address, he understands everything: “I'm leaving, wait.” However, it was too late - the last tear rolled down the old cheek.
Only a few people followed the coffin, and one of them was a brand new, very young teacher. Somewhere far away, in her native village, she also left an old mother, just as gray and just as lonely.
And Nastya arrived the day after the funeral, and all that was left for her was to sob all night in an empty, cold house, where her late mother spent the last years of her interesting life. When leaving, the girl crept in, like a thief, crushed by a sense of guilt that only Katerina Petrovna herself could take off from her.
