Gabriel García Márquez

A very old man with huge wings

It was raining for the third day in a row, and they barely had time to cope with the crabs crawling into the house; together they beat them with sticks, and then Pelayo dragged them through the water-filled courtyard and threw them into the sea. The newborn had a fever last night; apparently it was caused by dampness and stench. The world has plunged into despondency since Tuesday: the sky and the sea have mixed into some kind of ash-gray mass; the beach, sparkling in March with the sparks of grains of sand, turned into a slurry of mud and rotting shellfish. Even at noon the light was so wrong that Pelayo could not make out that it was moving there and moaning plaintively in the far corner of the patio. Only when he got very close, he discovered that he was an old, very old man who fell face down in the mud and kept trying to get up, but could not, because huge wings hindered him.

Frightened by the ghost, Pelayo ran after his wife Elisenda, who at that time was applying compresses to the sick child. Together they gazed in silent stupor at the creature lying in the mud. He was wearing a beggarly robe. A few strands of colorless hair adhered to the bare skull, there were almost no teeth left in the mouth, and there was no grandeur in its entire appearance. Huge hawk wings, half plucked, were bogged down in the impassable mud of the courtyard. Pelayo and Elisenda studied him for so long and so closely that they finally got used to his strange appearance, he seemed almost familiar to them. Then, emboldened, they spoke to him, and he answered in some incomprehensible dialect in the hoarse voice of a navigator. Without much thought, immediately forgetting about his strange wings, they decided that he was a sailor from some foreign ship that had crashed during a storm. And yet, just in case, they called a neighbor who knew everything about this and that light, and one glance was enough for her to refute their assumptions.

It’s an angel, ”she told them.“ Surely he was sent for the child, but the poor fellow is so old that he could not bear such a downpour and fell to the ground.

Soon everyone knew that Pelayo had caught a real angel. No one raised a hand to kill him, although the omniscient neighbor argued that modern angels were none other than participants in a long-standing conspiracy against God, who managed to escape the heavenly punishment and take refuge on earth. The rest of the day, Pelayo watched him from the kitchen window, holding a rope in his hand just in case, and in the evening he pulled the angel out of the mud and locked him in the chicken coop with the chickens. At midnight, when the rain ended, Pelayo and Elisenda were still fighting the crabs. A little later, the child woke up and asked for food - the fever was completely gone. Then they felt a surge of generosity and decided among themselves that they would put together a raft for the angel, give him fresh water and food for three days and let the waves go free. But when at dawn they went out to the patio, they saw almost all the inhabitants of the village there: crowding in front of the chicken coop, they stared at the angel without any emotional trepidation and thrust pieces of bread into the holes of the wire mesh, as if it were an animal from a zoo, and not a heavenly creature.

His call for caution fell on barren soil. The news of the captive angel spread so quickly that in a few hours the patio turned into a market square, and troops had to be called in to disperse the crowd with bayonets, which could destroy the house at any moment. Elisenda's back ached from the endless garbage collection, and she had a good idea: fence the patio with a fence and take five centavos for the entrance from everyone who wants to look at the angel.

It was raining for the third day in a row, and they barely had time to cope with the crabs crawling into the house; together they beat them with sticks, and then Pelayo dragged them through the water-filled courtyard and threw them into the sea. The newborn had a fever last night; apparently it was caused by dampness and stench. The world has plunged into despondency since Tuesday: the sky and the sea have mixed into some kind of ash-gray mass; the beach, sparkling in March with the sparks of grains of sand, turned into a slurry of mud and rotting shellfish. Even at noon the light was so wrong that Pelayo could not make out that it was moving there and moaning plaintively in the far corner of the patio. Only when he got very close, he discovered that he was an old, very old man who fell face down in the mud and kept trying to get up, but could not, because huge wings hindered him.

Frightened by the ghost, Pelayo ran after his wife Elisenda, who at that time was applying compresses to the sick child. Together they gazed in silent stupor at the creature lying in the mud. He was wearing a beggarly robe. A few strands of colorless hair adhered to the bare skull, there were almost no teeth left in the mouth, and there was no grandeur in its entire appearance.
Huge hawk wings, half plucked, were bogged down in the impassable mud of the courtyard. Pelayo and Elisenda studied him for so long and so closely that they finally got used to his strange appearance, he seemed almost familiar to them.

Then, emboldened, they spoke to him, and he answered in some incomprehensible dialect in the hoarse voice of a navigator. Without much thought, immediately forgetting about his strange wings, they decided that he was a sailor from some foreign ship that had crashed during a storm. And yet, just in case, they called a neighbor who knew everything about this and that light, and one glance was enough for her to refute their assumptions.

“It's an angel,” she told them. - Surely he was sent for the child, but the poor man is so old that he could not stand such a downpour and fell to the ground.

Soon everyone knew that Pelayo had caught a real angel. No one raised a hand to kill him, although the omniscient neighbor argued that modern angels were none other than participants in a long-standing conspiracy against God, who managed to escape the heavenly punishment and take refuge on earth. The rest of the day, Pelayo watched him from the kitchen window, holding a rope in his hand just in case, and in the evening he pulled the angel out of the mud and locked him in the chicken coop with the chickens. At midnight, when the rain ended, Pelayo and Elisenda were still fighting the crabs. A little later, the child woke up and asked for food - the fever was completely gone. Then they felt a surge of generosity and decided among themselves that they would put together a raft for the angel, give him fresh water and food for three days and let the waves go free. But when at dawn they went out to the patio, they saw almost all the inhabitants of the village there: crowding in front of the chicken coop, they stared at the angel without any emotional trepidation and thrust pieces of bread into the holes of the wire mesh, as if it were an animal from a zoo, and not a heavenly creature.

At seven o'clock, Padre Gonsaga arrived, alarmed by the unusual news. At this time, a more respectable audience appeared at the hen house - now everyone was talking about what the future awaited the prisoner. The simpletons believed that he would be appointed mayor of the world. The more judicious assumed that he was lucky enough to become a general who would win all wars. Some dreamers advised leaving him as a manufacturer in order to bring out a new breed of winged and wise people who would bring order to the universe. Padre Gonsaga was a woodcutter before becoming a priest. Approaching the wire mesh, he hastily recalled everything he knew from the catechism, and then asked to open the door of the chicken coop in order to see this puny male close by, who, surrounded by stunned chickens, looked like a huge helpless bird himself. He sat in a corner with his wings outstretched to the sun, among the droppings and the remains of the breakfast he was treated to at dawn.

His call for caution fell on barren soil. The news of the captive angel spread so quickly that in a few hours the patio turned into a market square, and troops had to be called in to disperse the crowd with bayonets, which could destroy the house at any moment. Elisenda's back ached from the endless garbage collection, and she had a good idea: fence the patio with a fence and take five centavos for the entrance from everyone who wants to look at the angel.

People came from Martinique itself. Somehow a wandering circus arrived with a flying acrobat, which several times flew, buzzing, over the crowd, but no one paid attention to him, because he had the wings of a star bat, not an angel. Desperate patients came from all over the Caribbean coast in search of healing: an unfortunate woman who, since childhood, had been counting her heartbeats and had already lost count; a martyr from Jamaica who could not sleep because he was tormented by the noise of the stars; the lunatic who got up every night to destroy what he did during the day, and others with less dangerous illnesses. In the midst of this crowd, from which the earth trembled, Pelayo and Elisenda, although endlessly tired, were happy - in less than a week they had filled the mattresses with money, and the line of pilgrims, waiting for their turn to look at the angel, continued to disappear beyond the horizon.

Although many believed that it was the usual reaction of pain, and not anger, after this incident, they tried not to worry him, because everyone realized that his calmness was the calmness of a calmed hurricane, and not the passivity of a retired seraphim. In anticipation of the highest interpretation of the nature of the captive, Padre Gonsaga unsuccessfully tried on the spot to reason with his windy flock. But, apparently, in Rome they have no idea what urgency means. It took time to establish whether the alien had a navel, whether there was anything similar to Aramaic in his language, how many like him could fit on the point of a pin, and whether it was simply a Norwegian with wings.

Detailed letters would probably go back and forth until the end of the century, if one day providence had not put an end to the torment of the parish priest. It so happened that in those days one of the many fairground rides that roamed the Caribbean coast arrived in the town. A sad sight - a woman turned into a spider for once disobeying her parents.

Seeing a spider woman was cheaper than watching an angel, in addition, it was allowed to ask her any questions about her strange appearance, to view her this way and that, so that no one would have any doubts about the truth of the sacred punishment. It was a hideous tarantula the size of a lamb and the head of a sad maiden. People were amazed not so much by the appearance of this devil as by the mournful truthfulness with which the spider woman told the details of her misfortune. As a girl, she once ran away from home to dance against the will of her parents, and when, having danced all night, she returned home along the forest path, a terrible thunderclap split the sky in two, a blinding lightning rushed from the abyss into the opened crevice and turned the girl into a spider. Her only food was lumps of minced meat that kind people sometimes threw into her mouth.

Such a miracle - the embodiment of earthly righteousness and the judgment of God - naturally should have overshadowed the arrogant angel, who almost did not honor ordinary mortals. In addition, the few miracles attributed to him by popular rumors betrayed him some mental inferiority: a blind old man who came from afar in search of healing did not gain sight, but he had three new teeth, the paralytic never got on his feet, but a little I didn’t win the lottery, and the leper had sunflowers sprouting from the ulcers. All this looked more like ridicule than holy deeds, and thoroughly tarnished the reputation of the angel, and the spider-woman with her appearance completely crossed it out. It was then that Padre Gonsaga forever got rid of the insomnia that tormented him and the patio at Pelayo again became as deserted as in those days when it rained for three days in a row and crabs roamed the rooms.

The owners of the house did not complain about their fate. With the money raised, they built a spacious two-story house with a balcony and a garden, on a high plinth so that crabs would not crawl in winter, and with iron bars on the windows so that angels would not fly in. Not far from the town of Pelayo, he started a rabbit nursery and permanently resigned from the position of alguasil, and Elisenda bought herself patent high-heeled shoes and many dresses of shimmering silk, which in those days were worn on Sundays by the most noble lords. The chicken coop was the only place on the farm that was overlooked. If it was sometimes washed or burned inside with myrrh, then this was done not at all to please the angel, but in order to somehow deal with the stench emanating from there, which, like an evil spirit, penetrated into all corners of the new house. In the beginning, when the child learned to walk, they made sure that he did not get too close to the chicken coop. But gradually they got used to this smell, and all their fears passed. So even before the boy's milk teeth began to fall out, he began to freely climb into the chicken coop through the holes in the leaky wire mesh. The angel was as unfriendly to him as he was to other mortals, but he endured all cruel childish tricks with dog's obedience. They got chickenpox at the same time. The doctor who treated the child could not resist the temptation to examine the angel and found that he had absolutely
bad heart, and kidneys are worthless - it's amazing how he was still alive. However, most of all, the doctor was struck by the structure of his wings. They were so naturally perceived in this absolutely human body that it remained a mystery why other people did not have the same wings.

By the time the boy went to school, the sun and rain had completely destroyed the chicken coop. The freed angel wandered back and forth like an exhausted sleepwalker. Before they had time to kick him out of the bedroom with a broom, he was already getting underfoot in the kitchen. It seemed that he could be in several places at the same time, the owners suspected that he was split in two, repeating himself in different corners of the house, and desperate Elisenda screamed that it was real torture to live in this hell filled with angels. The angel was so weak that he could hardly eat. His eyes, covered with patina, could no longer distinguish anything, and he barely hobbled, bumping into objects; only a few scanty feathers remained on its wings. Pelayo, feeling sorry for him, wrapped him up in a blanket and carried him to sleep under the shed, and only then did they notice that he had a fever at night and was delirious, like that old Norwegian who was once picked up on the seashore by local fishermen.

Pelayo and Elisenda were seriously alarmed, because even the wise neighbor could not tell them what to do with the dead angels.

But the angel did not even think of dying: he survived this very difficult winter of his and began to recover with the first sun. For several days he sat motionless on the patio, hiding from prying eyes, and at the beginning of December his eyes brightened, acquiring their former glass transparency. Large elastic feathers began to grow on the wings - the feathers of an old bird, which seemed to be planning to put on a new shroud. The angel himself, apparently, knew the reason for all these changes, but carefully concealed them from outsiders. Sometimes, thinking that no one hears him, he quietly hummed the songs of the sailors under the stars.

One morning Elisenda was cutting onions for breakfast, and suddenly a wind blew into the kitchen like that blows from the sea. The woman looked out the window and found the last moments of the angel on the ground. He was preparing for the flight somehow awkwardly, awkwardly: moving with clumsy jumps, with his sharp claws he plowed the whole garden and almost destroyed the canopy with the blows of his wings, dimly glittering in the sun. Finally he managed to gain altitude. Elisenda sighed with relief for herself and for him, seeing how he flew over the last houses of the village, almost touching the rooftops and zealously flapping his huge wings like an old hawk. Elisenda watched him until she finished cutting the onions and until the angel was completely out of sight, and he was no longer a hindrance in her life, but just an imaginary point above the sea horizon.

(Translation: A. Eshchenko)

Marquez Gabriel Garcia

Gabriel García Márquez

A very old man with huge wings

It was raining for the third day in a row, and they barely had time to cope with the crabs crawling into the house; together they beat them with sticks, and then Pelayo dragged them through the water-filled courtyard and threw them into the sea. The newborn had a fever last night; apparently it was caused by dampness and stench. The world has plunged into despondency since Tuesday: the sky and the sea have mixed into some kind of ash-gray mass; the beach, sparkling in March with the sparks of grains of sand, turned into a slurry of mud and rotting shellfish. Even at noon the light was so wrong that Pelayo could not make out that it was moving there and moaning plaintively in the far corner of the patio. Only when he got very close, he discovered that he was an old, very old man who fell face down in the mud and kept trying to get up, but could not, because huge wings hindered him.

Frightened by the ghost, Pelayo ran after his wife Elisenda, who at that time was applying compresses to the sick child. Together they gazed in silent stupor at the creature lying in the mud. He was wearing a beggarly robe. A few strands of colorless hair adhered to the bare skull, there were almost no teeth left in the mouth, and there was no grandeur in its entire appearance. Huge hawk wings, half plucked, were bogged down in the impassable mud of the courtyard. Pelayo and Elisenda studied him for so long and so closely that they finally got used to his strange appearance, he seemed almost familiar to them. Then, emboldened, they spoke to him, and he answered in some incomprehensible dialect in the hoarse voice of a navigator. Without much thought, immediately forgetting about his strange wings, they decided that he was a sailor from some foreign ship that had crashed during a storm. And yet, just in case, they called a neighbor who knew everything about this and that light, and one glance was enough for her to refute their assumptions.

It’s an angel, ”she told them.“ Surely he was sent for the child, but the poor fellow is so old that he could not bear such a downpour and fell to the ground.

Soon everyone knew that Pelayo had caught a real angel. No one raised a hand to kill him, although the omniscient neighbor argued that modern angels were none other than participants in a long-standing conspiracy against God, who managed to escape the heavenly punishment and take refuge on earth. The rest of the day, Pelayo watched him from the kitchen window, holding a rope in his hand just in case, and in the evening he pulled the angel out of the mud and locked him in the chicken coop with the chickens. At midnight, when the rain ended, Pelayo and Elisenda were still fighting the crabs. A little later, the child woke up and asked for food - the fever was completely gone. Then they felt a surge of generosity and decided among themselves that they would put together a raft for the angel, give him fresh water and food for three days and let the waves go free. But when at dawn they went out to the patio, they saw almost all the inhabitants of the village there: crowding in front of the chicken coop, they stared at the angel without any emotional trepidation and thrust pieces of bread into the holes of the wire mesh, as if it were an animal from a zoo, and not a heavenly creature.

His call for caution fell on barren soil. The news of the captive angel spread so quickly that in a few hours the patio turned into a market square, and troops had to be called in to disperse the crowd with bayonets, which could destroy the house at any moment. Elisenda's back ached from the endless garbage collection, and she had a good idea: fence the patio with a fence and take five centavos for the entrance from everyone who wants to look at the angel.

People came from Martinique itself. Somehow a wandering circus arrived with a flying acrobat, which several times flew, buzzing, over the crowd, but no one paid attention to him, because he had the wings of a star bat, not an angel. Desperate patients came from all over the Caribbean coast in search of healing: an unfortunate woman who, since childhood, had been counting her heartbeats and had already lost count; a martyr from Jamaica who could not sleep because he was tormented by the noise of the stars; the lunatic who got up every night to destroy what he did during the day, and others with less dangerous illnesses. In the midst of this crowd, from which the earth trembled, Pelayo and Elisenda, although endlessly tired, were happy - in less than a week they had filled the mattresses with money, and the line of pilgrims, waiting for their turn to look at the angel, continued to disappear beyond the horizon.

It's damp and gloomy outside. The third rain is pouring rain. Pelayo hits the crabs crawling into their house with sticks and throws them back into the sea. They live next to the sea. With difficulty, Pelayo saw someone stirring in the far corner of the patio. Looking closer, he saw an old man with wings. Pelayo and his wife stared at the strange creature in a daze. He was very old and emaciated. Pelayo soon became accustomed to the sight of the creature. The neighbor said that it was an angel, so they did not dare to kill him. And they decided to let him go. The next day, the whole village gathered around the chicken coop with a curiosity. There was also Padre Gonsaga, who convinced that this creature, smelly, exhausted and covered in mud, was not an angel, but still promised to write a letter to the Vatican, they would figure it out. But the crowd only increased, even the troops were called in not to break the fence. From everyone who wants to look at the angel, the owners decided to take a coin. There were many pilgrims. Pelayo filled all the mattresses with money. And the angel was unhappy, did not react and tried to hide. Everyone tried to snatch a feather from him, throw a stone, once they even cauterized him with a hot piece of iron, which made him cry. After that, he was not touched. The Vatican sent endless letters with questions and no answers. But one day, interest in the angel faded away. The circus came with a spider woman, and everyone left to look at the new miracle. Pelayo became deserted, but he did not complain. With the proceeds, they built a new house and made a number of acquisitions. And the angel lived in a chicken coop, only sometimes they paid attention to him. Already the child Pelayo went to school, when the sun and rain completely destroyed the chicken coop. He weakened even more, and began to completely annoy Pelayo with his presence. But one day in the spring, the angel began to recover, new wings grew. And one morning Elisenda, Pelayo's wife saw how the angel dispersed through the garden, took off with difficulty and disappeared into the sky. Relieved, she watched the angel until he disappeared. He was no longer a hindrance in her life, but just an imaginary point above the sea horizon.

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Theme: Gabriel García Márquez "A very old man with huge wings." Philosophical and ethical meaning of the Angel's meeting with people.

The purpose of the lesson: to acquaint students with the content of the story of GG Marquez "A very old man with huge wings", to show the techniques of "magical realism" in the story, to carry out an ideological and artistic analysis of the content of the story.

Lesson model : Idea-artistic analysis with elements of the "Take a position" discussion.

Equipment: texts, portrait of G.G. Marquez, reproduction of Vincent Van Gogh's painting "Sunflowers".

Epigraph

U. Eco

Introductory speech of the teacher. Motivation.

You got acquainted with the life and work of the Nobel Prize laureate G.G. Marquez, with the method of "magical realism". And now we will read with you the story of the writer "A very old man with huge wings" and try to make his ideological and artistic analysis, as well as trace how the author uses the method of "magical realism". But first, let's turn to the epigraph. How do you understand it? We will try to return to these words at the end of the lesson.

Before reading the story, I ask you to make associations for the word

deityAngel child

sky church

wings holiness purity

These associations will be useful to us for comparison with the characters in the story of Marquez.

II ... Reading Gabriel Garcia Márquez's story "A Very Old Man with Huge Wings."

III ... Conversation on the perception of the work.

1) How did the story make you feel?

2) Who made the unfriendly impression? Why?

3) What excited you about the story?

IV ... Work on the ideological content of the text.

Take a position method. What is this story:

This is just a fantastic story;

The work of Marquez has a deep, philosophical meaning;

The story "A very old man with huge wings" is a sentence. To whom?

Everything in the work is absurd. Why?

Students are divided into groups depending on their position and, based on the text, prove it.

V ... Invitation to discussion.

The text will help us to reveal the ideological content of the story.

Who are the main characters of the story? (residents of a small town, each of them is revealed in relation to the Angel). Let's turn to the diagram:

Pelayo (accustomed, fear, ignorance, pity)

Elisenda (empathy: he's a source of income)

The old man is an angel

Child (cruelty, commitment)

Neighbor (kill)

Priest (I didn't like that the angel doesn't know Latin)

People (treated with camphor, thrown with stones, branded with a red-hot iron)

Teacher's word

We turn to the words: “Was that old lord with huge wings really an angel? Why did you come here? The author does not answer all these questions. The fact is that the world portrayed by G. Marquez does not provide for questions, therefore it does not give answers, because it is absurd by its nature. That is, devoid of the laws of logic, and hence of any goal, ”writes the literary critic D. Zatonsky.

It looks like a verdict. If this is absurd, then the absurdity of real life is

At first. And secondly, I think Marquez posed a lot of deep philosophical questions by telling this story and forcing us to explore ourselves and seek concrete answers. I want to convince you of this. You and I only need to carefully read the text of Marquez.

What does the world look like when the angel has gone?

“The rain did not stop for the third day already, from the half-sunken yard the crabs were crawling into the house all the time; All Pelayo did was to destroy them ... The child had a fever all night long, and Pelayo and his wife thought it was from the stench of crabs. "

"Since Tuesday, the world has become gloomy, the sky and the sea were the same ashy color ... In the morning, the sky became completely dark."

Problematic question.

Who is to blame for this? Perhaps people are worthy of just such an existence? To answer this question, it is necessary to refer to the text.

It was in this world that the angel fell. What does he look like? For what purpose does the author draw an angel just like that? "This is a very old man who has fallen on his face in the mud, but cannot get up, because he is hindered by large wings."

He was dressed like a beggar, his skull was bald as a knee, his mouth was toothless, like a very old grandfather's, large hawk wings, pulled out and dirty, got stuck in a swamp, and all this together gave him a funny and unnatural look.

"... he looked like a big old chicken, he smelled like a swamp, algae hung from his wings, large feathers were excised by green winds."

Output: The author draws a fantastic situation. The naturalistic details of the hero's description kill the romanticism and fabulousness of the character he is describing. But it is they who give the absurd, unnatural situation a certain realism and vitality.

Problematic question.

Yes, indeed, the situation drawn by the author is absurd. But what is absurdity in our life? Let's turn to the text.

It was such a creature that appeared among people. And what about people? What emotions and thoughts did the appearance of an angel evoke in them? Did the presence of an angel change the existence of this community? How?

The priest Father Gonzago decided to talk to the angel:

"The priest immediately did not like the fact that the angel did not understand the divine language and did not know how to honor God's servants ... and nothing in the old man's miserable appearance testified to the greatness and dignity of the angel."

Output: People are prejudiced towards the absurd: an angel is not an angel if he does not know Latin and does not look like those painted in the church. People treated him to camphor, which, as they believed, the angels feed on, the sick pulled feathers from their wings to touch their sores, and the atheists threw stones at him so that the old man would rise and they could examine his body. One daredevil even fried his side with a red-hot piece of iron, which is used to brand bulls. People looked at the angel as if it were not a supernatural creation, but some kind of circus beast.

Output: The people turned out to be cruel barbarians. Before them was an incomprehensible creature, but alive.They showed neither hospitality, nor compassion, nor respect for age. The angel really changed the life of the Pelayo and Elisenda family. Their child has recovered. And with the angel, they did the same cruel and ungrateful. First, they put him in a chicken coop, turning him into a prisoner, then Elisenda came up with the idea to take 5 centavos from everyone who wants to go into the yard and look at the angel. And soon, as the author writes, Pelayo and Elisenda found out that they had a tidy sum. For the money they received, they rebuilt their house, making it two-story, and laid a garden. Pelayo resigned from the police post, and Elisenda bought herself lacquered high-heeled sandals, which she put on every Sunday, like a rich lady. The only thing that has remained unchanged is the chicken coop in which the angel suffered.

They were tired of the angel. They dreamed of getting rid of him. Elisenda cried in despair and complained that she no longer had the strength to live in this hell filled with angels.

Output: We are talking about the natural and the absurd. Yes, the appearance of an angel from the point of view of common sense is absurd, but is it no less absurd to make money on it, brand him (or any creature) with a red-hot iron, with relief to part with what brought you well-being? People in this story are prejudiced to the absurd, they are selfish, cruel and ungrateful.

The depicted society of people is not particularly burdened by the acquisitions of culture and education, ordinary upbringing. One gets the impression that these people are far from any civilization, not like us, they are some kind of "lost world", remote from us not only in space, but also in time. But these people are our contemporaries. Talking about the angel, they agree with the priest that wings are dubious evidence, since airplanes also have wings.

To complement the image of humanity, Marquez introduces another fantastic character into the story: “The traveling circus showed a girl who, for disobeying her parents, turned into a spider. Not only her appearance was terrible, but that sincere sadness with which the unfortunate woman spoke about her tragedy. "

Output: People did not know how to make a true prophet from a chimera. What countless miracles did the angel surprise people with? The author tells about the phenomenal abilities of the angel as follows: although he did not return his sight to the blind, but he had three new teeth, the paralytic did not start walking, but suddenly won a lot of money in the lottery, and the leper grew sunflowers in the places affected by the disease. Of course, no one appreciated this. His miracles were perceived as defective actions.

Teacher's word

Indeed, no one found the strength and reason to admit that the changes were still for the better. Usually smart people do not ignore amazing things, remember T. Mann: "Everything amazing is of itself valuable." People are not able to appreciate what was done for them and understand, accept with gratitude what fate gives them. Sunflowers are a detail in this story that evokes associations with V. Van Gogh and his painting "Sunflowers". Vincent Van Gogh worked as an artist for ten years. The masterpieces that he created were not accepted by his compatriots, his manner was unconventional, unusual. Anger, illness, difficult life situations led to the premature, tragic death of the creator.

Decades have passed. And one of Van Gogh's paintings, namely "Sunflowers", was sold at auction for six million dollars.

The compatriots are not able to appreciate their prophets.

Final conversation

Draw a conclusion, how we see man and humanity in the story of Marquez?

(People are ruthless, devoid of imagination and fantasy, unsuccessful, dark mentally, do not know how to see the essence of phenomena. People do not value good, quickly get used to it and take it for granted. Their life goals are primitive, absurd)

Marquez has a great sense of humor. With deadly irony, he writes that over time, Elisenda cried in despair and complained that she no longer had the strength to live in this hell filled with angels.

Who is a man if he could turn the earth into hell for angels?

What does he deserve?

What is its future?

This is really a question for deep thought, not short answers. Perhaps humanity has lost all chances and is doomed? Is there no hope for us?

(The angel did not die among people, after all. He began to travel further around our world. His paths were uncontrollable, he trampled down the whole garden and nearly destroyed the gate. Finally, he managed to climb up.

And Elisenda, although she installed an iron gate in her new house so that angels would not fly in, was tired of living in hell. “Overflowing with angels”, because she sighed with relief when the angel rose into the air, but still for a long time she looked after the angel, who flew towards the sea, turning into a small black dot.

It turns out that this meeting of an angel with people did not pass without a trace for the latter).

What was the angel's mission? (In the remake of human souls).

VI ... Summing up the lesson.

Vii ... Homework. Individual tasks:

1) Creative work "Hell for angels or once again about the Apocalypse and options for the future";

2) a detailed answer to the question: "Features of the method" magic realism "and its display in the story of G. Marquez" A very old man with huge wings "or an essay-reflection" What would I ask an angel if he flew to me? " ...