Outbuilding: what is this building and what is its main function? Do-it-yourself roof in a house What is an outbuilding at home
(Story, 1892).
Description hospital yard, overgrown with nettles, where it stands small outbuilding. In the passage, on the old rubbish, the watchman Nikita, an old retired soldier, always sleeps.
In a room on beds screwed to the floor, there are 5 madmen, one of whom is of noble rank, and the rest are bourgeois. One of them is the Jew Moses, who was housed when his hat workshop burned down. He is one of all released into the street, where he is given some kopecks, some kvass, some something else. Everything that Moiseyka brings is taken away by the watchman Nikita "for his own benefit". Moses loves to serve, but she does it not out of compassion, but imitating her neighbor with right side Ivan Dmitrievich Gromov, who helps everyone, but sometimes something like a fever comes over him, and he, choking, talks about "human meanness, about violence that tramples on the truth."
About 12-15 years ago, the official Gromov lived in his house on the main street, and with him his two sons - Sergey and Ivan. As a 4th year student, Sergei fell ill with consumption and died. A week later, my father was accused of forgery and embezzlement of government money and put on trial. He soon died in the prison hospital from typhus. Ivan himself is forced to earn a living by frequent lessons and send part of the money to his mother for food. He can't stand it and goes home. He was given a place in the county school, but he did not get along with his comrades, did not like the students and soon left the place. Mother died. For six months he ate only bread and water, then he entered the court as a bailiff until he was fired due to illness.
The city loved him. He was very educated and well-read. One autumn morning, Ivan Dmitrievich goes to a tradesman to get a writ of execution. Along the way, he meets prisoners with escorts, and this meeting makes a heavy impression on him. On the way home, Ivan Dmitrievich meets a police officer, which also seems suspicious to him. Ivan Dmitrievich cannot sleep at night. He is haunted by thoughts of a possible arrest, although he does not know any guilt behind him. He is tormented by nightmares. For several days, all the people passing by the windows and entering the courtyard seem to him to be spies and detectives. He is afraid of everything, avoids people, the service becomes unbearable for him. In the spring, two half-rotted corpses with signs of violent death are found near the cemetery. Fearing that he would be suspected of the murder, Ivan Dmitrievich walks the streets and smiles, at a meeting with acquaintances he assures that "there is no more vile crime than the murder of the weak and defenseless." In the end, Ivan Dmitrievich hides in the master's cellar, where he sits for two days. When the stove-makers come to the hostess, it seems to him that they are police officers in disguise. He gets out of the apartment and runs down the street in horror. They detain him, bring him home and call the doctor - Andrey Efimovich. They decide that Ivan Dmitrievich is mentally ill, and send him to the hospital in ward No. 6.
In addition to Ivan Dmitrievich and the Jew Moiseyka, the ward contains "a fat, almost round man, with a dull, completely senseless face. This is an immobile, gluttonous and unclean animal, which has long lost the ability to think and feel. A sharp, suffocating stench constantly comes from him" . The peasant does not respond to Nikita's cruel beatings with either a sound, or a movement, or an expression in his eyes.
The fifth inhabitant of Ward No. 6 is a former letter sorter, blond with a kind, sly face. He is obsessed with the idea that he is awarded rare orders.
There are rarely new people in the ward: only the barber comes in. However, a rumor soon spread that the doctor began to visit the lunatics.
Dr. Andrei Efimovich Ragin in his youth prepared himself for a spiritual career, but at the insistence of his father he devoted himself to medicine. The doctor has a cautious gait and a high voice. He dresses casually. Before Andrei Efimovich took office, arbitrariness was going on in the hospital and a terrible mess reigned. Andrey Efimovich reacted to the riots indifferently. At first, he works very hard, patients praise him for his attention and competence. Over time, the doctor gets bored with monotonous and useless work. The doctor comes to the conclusion that there is no point in preventing people from dying. Andrey Efimovich gives up and visits the hospital not every day. In the waiting room, Andrey Efimovich is met in the morning by the paramedic Sergei Sergeevich. He has a vast practice in the city, wears a white tie, and considers himself more knowledgeable than a doctor who has no practice at all. Sergei Sergeevich is religious. On Sundays, one of the patients reads an akathist aloud, and then the paramedic goes around the wards and fumigates the sick with incense.
Andrey Efimovich takes patients hastily, does not perform any more operations (for some time now the sight of blood has been unpleasant for him), hastily prescribes medicines so that the patients will leave him alone as soon as possible. Over time, the process of "treatment" finally bothers him, the patients are taken by a paramedic. Arriving home, Andrey Efimovich begins to read. He buys a lot of books on history and philosophy. In the evenings, the postmaster Mikhail Averyanych visits the doctor. Under the influence of good thoughts read from books, Andrey Efimovich becomes disgusted with his own past and present. He comes to the conclusion that he serves a harmful cause and receives a salary from people whom he deceives. Zemstvo allocates additional funds to strengthen the medical staff in the hospital. A young doctor Yevgeny Fedorovich Khobotov arrives in the city. He uses the only book - "The latest recipes for the Vienna clinic for 1881." He does not introduce new orders, fearing to offend Andrei Efimovich. The new doctor secretly envies the old one and would gladly take his place.
Once, at the end of March, a barefoot Jew, Moiseyka, asks Andrey Efimovich for a kopeck. With a mixed feeling of pity and disgust, the doctor asks Nikita to give Moiseika boots. Ivan Dmitrievich calls the doctor a reptile and an executioner, a charlatan, says that he must be killed, claims that hundreds of madmen are walking free, and a few unfortunate ones should sit out for everyone in ward No. 6.
Andrei Efimovich advises Ivan Dmitrievich to run away, but he himself agrees that it is useless. The doctor really likes to talk with Ivan Dmitrievich. He decides that he is very smart and interesting person decides to visit him more often.
The next day, Ivan Dmitrievich confesses to the doctor that he mistook him for a spy. He accuses the doctor of lack of will, laziness, connivance.
Andrey Efimovich starts going to ward No. 6 every day. Dr. Hobotov once finds his colleague talking to a madman and soon persuades the paramedic to eavesdrop on these conversations with him. After listening to the "philosophizing" of Andrei Efimovich, they both come to the conclusion that the doctor is out of his mind.
Andrey Efimovich notices that the attitude of those around him is changing. Everyone hints at him to stop drinking. Under a plausible pretext, he is summoned to the city government, where they ask seemingly harmless questions. Coming out of the council, Andrei Efimovich guesses that it was a commission designed to examine his mental health. In the evening, the postmaster comes to him and invites him to go abroad with him.
A week later, Andrei Efimovich was offered to resign. Together with a friend, he goes to Moscow, where the postmaster behaves "like a lord". The doctor is annoyed with his friend. They go to Warsaw, where the postmaster loses 500 rubles, borrows them from the doctor, who then has only 86 rubles left. Upon his return, the doctor has to change his habits: he has neither work nor money. He is unable to renew contact with Ivan Dmitrievich, as the latter's condition is deteriorating. Andrey Efimovich owes everyone. The rare visits of Khobotov's colleague and paramedic annoy him. The postmaster sympathizes with him, but does not give him the money. One day the postmaster and Khobotov visit Andrei Efimovich together. The postmaster, as usual, jokes, and even promises to marry Andrei Efimovich. He suddenly gets annoyed and indignantly kicks the guests out. Left alone, he repents of his act. The next morning he goes to the postmaster and apologizes to him. The postmaster seriously suggests that he take care of his illness. The doctor says he is not sick. In the evening, Khobotov comes to Andrey Efimovich and unexpectedly invites him to a consultation at the hospital.
Andrey Efimovich finds himself in ward number 6. Nikita takes away his dress. Ivan Dmitrievich mockingly urges him to "philosophize", and the former doctor admits that he has completely lost heart. Andrey Efimovich tries to go out for a walk, but Nikita severely beats him.
The next morning, Andrey Efimovich falls into apathy, does not answer questions, does not respond to visitors. In the evening he dies of apoplexy.
WING
WING
1. Residential extension on the side of the main building or free-standing additional building; house in the courtyard of a large building. In the yard in the outbuilding.
2. (outbuildings). The old name for the piano (music).
Dictionary Ushakov. D.N. Ushakov. 1935-1940.
Synonyms:
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- (German Flugel wing). 1) a small side building at the main building, as well as small house near the big one. 2) musical keyboard instrument, the same as the piano. Vocabulary foreign words included in the Russian language. Chudinov A.N ... Dictionary of foreign words of the Russian language
Husband, German building on the side of the main house, in one connection or separate; in one connection: wing, side, annex; apart: pridomok, prikhoromok. | Musical instrument, a large improved piano, renamed grand piano. Adjutant Wing, ... ... Dahl's Explanatory Dictionary
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- (German Flugel lit. wing), a separate auxiliary building, part of the complex of an urban or rural estate and compositionally subordinate to its main building ... Big Encyclopedic Dictionary
Outbuilding, building on the side of the main house, wing (like a wing to the body of a bird). Wed She rarely (into her room) admits Fedosyevna. She lives in an outbuilding. Boborykin. Pupils. 3, 2. Cf. Flügel (fliegen, fly), wing. Wed Plangere strike… … Michelson's Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary (original spelling)
WING, I, pl. me, her and and, her husband. An extension on the side of the main building or a house in the courtyard of the building. | reduce wing, lka, husband. | adj. outbuilding, oh, oh. Explanatory dictionary of Ozhegov. S.I. Ozhegov, N.Yu. Shvedova. 1949 1992 ... Explanatory dictionary of Ozhegov
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The outbuilding comes from the German flugel, which literally means "wing". In architecture, an outbuilding is a secondary extension, which can be part of the house or located outside it. The extension is created as a secondary element of the building, which is compositionally and functionally subordinate to the main structure.
In the Russian language, the word "outbuilding" over time has acquired many synonyms - this is both a pridomok and, by the way, a wing, sometimes even a mansion. Today, the outbuilding is used less and less as a place to live only in warm weather. Most often, an outbuilding is a full-fledged building, equipped with heating, lighting, connected to utilities.
Why do you need an outbuilding
This building is remembered when there is a need for additional living space. In outbuildings of the manor type, premises for service personnel (in the old way, servants) are most often equipped. If the structure is located on the roof, then it is used as a guest or play room. When planning an outbuilding, its construction on a finished building, it is necessary to take into account the style of the building so that the new building does not violate the overall composition, but, as it were, continues it.
A modern outhouse does not have to be built as a single structure - today architectural companies offer projects for multi-level buildings that can be double or even triple. All this gives the house individuality both outside and inside (meaning the layout).
Design features of the outbuilding
One of the most common outbuilding locations is the roof of a house. An extension can be planned in advance or built on an already finished building. In the first case, there are no problems, but if you plan to build an outbuilding on a built house, then a number of factors must be taken into account:
- structural features of the roof;
- number of floors, height of the building;
- reliability of walls, ceilings, foundations.
It is not necessary to build an outbuilding on a residential building. Often, a similar architectural element can be seen on outbuildings, a garage and even a bathhouse. It all depends on the preferences of the property owner. The easiest way to equip additional living space on flat roof or on the site of the veranda of the upper floor. In the latter case, it will be necessary to partially glaze the openings and make a roof. If, however, the walls and roof are insulated, then the structure will be ready to receive guests even in the cold season.
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In the hospital yard there is a small outbuilding surrounded by a whole forest
burdock, nettle and wild hemp. The roof on it is rusty, the pipe is half
collapsed, the steps at the porch rotted and overgrown with grass, and from the plaster
only traces remained. The front facade faces the hospital, the rear -
looks into the field, from which he is separated by a gray hospital fence with nails.
These nails, with their points upwards, both the fence and the wing itself have that
a special dull, cursed look, which we only have on sick leave and
prison buildings.
If you are not afraid to burn yourself on nettles, then let's go along the narrow path,
leading to the outbuilding, and see what's going on inside. Opening the first door
we enter the vestibule. Here, against the walls and near the stove, whole mountains of sick leave are piled up.
rubbish. Mattresses, old tattered dressing gowns, pantaloons, shirts with blue
striped, worthless, worn-out shoes - all this dud is dumped in
heaps, crumpled, tangled, rots and emits a suffocating smell.
On the trash, always with a pipe in his teeth, lies the watchman Nikita, an old retired
soldier with red stripes. He has a stern, exhausted face, hanging eyebrows,
giving the face the expression of a steppe shepherd, and a red nose; he is not tall,
he looks lean and wiry, but his posture is impressive and his fists are hefty.
He belongs to those simple-hearted, positive, diligent and
stupid people who love order more than anything in the world and are therefore convinced
that they should be beaten. He hits in the face, in the chest, in the back, in anything, and
I am sure that without this there would be no order here.
paint, the ceiling is smoky, as in a chicken hut - it is clear that they smoke here in winter
ovens and sometimes carbon monoxide. The windows from the inside are disfigured by iron bars. Paul litter
and a splinter. It stinks of sauerkraut, wick, bugs and ammonia, and
this stink in the first minute makes such an impression on you, as if you
enter the menagerie.
The room has beds bolted to the floor. People sit and lie on them
in blue hospital gowns and old hats. This is crazy.
There are five of them in all. Only one of noble rank, the rest
but all the commoners. First from the door, a tall, thin tradesman with red
with a shining mustache and tear-stained eyes, sits with his head propped up, and looks
to one point. Day and night he is sad, shaking his head, sighing and bitterly
smiling; he rarely takes part in conversations and usually
doesn't answer. He eats and drinks automatically when given. Judging by the painful
a beating cough, thinness and a blush on his cheeks, he begins to develop consumption.
He is followed by a small, lively, very active old man with a sharp
beard and with black, curly hair like a negro's. By day he
walks around the ward from window to window or sits on his bed, tucked
legs in Turkish, and restlessly, like a bullfinch, whistles, sings softly and
giggles. He also shows his childish gaiety and lively character at night, when
gets up then to pray to God, that is, to knock himself with his fists on
chest and pick at the door with your finger. This is the Jew Moiseika, a fool, crazy
about twenty years ago, when his hat workshop burned down.
Of all the inhabitants of ward no. 6, he alone is allowed to leave
outbuilding and even from the hospital yard to the street. Such a privilege
has been using it for a long time, probably like a hospital old-timer and how quiet,
harmless fool, the city jester, who has long been accustomed to seeing on
streets surrounded by boys and dogs. In a dressing gown, in a funny cap and
in shoes, sometimes barefoot and even without pantaloons, he walks the streets,
stopping at the gates and shops, and asks for a pretty penny. In one place they will give him
kvass, in another - bread, in the third - a penny, so that he returns to
the wing is usually well-fed and rich. Whatever he brings with him, he takes away
he has Nikita in his favor. The soldier does it rudely, with heart, twisting
pockets and calling God to witness that he will never be
to let a Jew into the street and that disorder is the worst thing in the world for him.
Moses loves to serve. He serves food to his comrades, shelters them when
they are sleeping, he promises everyone to bring a penny from the street and sew on a new one
hat; he is spoon-feeding his neighbor on the left side, a paraplegic.
He does not do this out of compassion and not out of any considerations of humane
properties, but imitating and involuntarily obeying his neighbor on the right side,
Ivan Dmitrich Gromov, a man of about thirty-three, from the noble, former
bailiff and provincial secretary, suffers from persecution mania. He
or lying on the bed, curled up, or walking from corner to corner,
as if for exercise, he sits very rarely. He is always excited, excited and
tense with some vague, indefinite expectation. The slightest is enough
a rustle in the passage, or a shout in the yard, so that he would raise his voice and become
listen: are they following him? Are they looking for him? And his face at the same time
expresses extreme anxiety and disgust.
I like his broad, bony face, always pale and miserable,
reflecting in itself, as in a mirror, tormented by struggle and prolonged
soul fear. His grimaces are strange and painful, according to the subtle features laid down
on his face with deep sincere suffering, reasonable and intelligent, and in
eyes with a warm, healthy glow. I like him himself, polite, helpful and
unusually delicate in dealing with everyone except Nikita. When
someone drops a button or a spoon, he quickly jumps out of bed and
raises. Every morning he congratulates his comrades on a good morning, lying down
sleep - wishes them good night.
In addition to constantly tense state and grimacing, madness
it is expressed in the following. Sometimes in the evenings he wraps himself in his
dressing gown and, trembling all over, chattering his teeth, begins to walk quickly from corner to
corner and between beds. It looks like he has a high fever. By
the way he suddenly stops and looks at his comrades, it is clear that
he wants to say something very important, but, apparently realizing that his
won't listen or understand, he shakes his head impatiently and
keeps walking. But soon it is desirable to speak prevails over all sorts of
considerations, and he gives himself free rein and speaks ardently and passionately. His speech
disorderly, feverish, like delirium, impulsive and not always intelligible, but on the other hand
says you will recognize Mr. as a crazy person. Difficult to convey on paper
his crazy speech. He speaks of human meanness, of violence that tramples
the truth, about the wonderful life that will eventually be on earth, about window
bars, reminding him every minute of the stupidity and cruelty of rapists.
It turns out a messy, awkward medley from old, but not yet finished singing
About twelve or fifteen years ago in the city, on the most important
street, in own house lived the official Gromov, a respectable man and
prosperous. He had two sons: Sergei and Ivan. Already a student
fourth year, Sergei fell ill with transient consumption and died, and this death
as if it served as the beginning of a whole series of misfortunes that suddenly rained down on
the Gromov family. A week after Sergei's funeral, the old father was placed under
court for forgery and embezzlement and soon died in a prison hospital from typhus. house and
all movable property was sold under the hammer, and Ivan Dmitritch and his mother were left without
any means.
Before, with his father, Ivan Dmitritch, living in St. Petersburg, where he studied at
Witzversigege, received sixty or seventy rubles a month and had no
concept of need, but now he had to dramatically change his life. He must
was from morning till night to give penny lessons, to engage in correspondence, and yet
to starve, since all the earnings were sent to the mother for food. Such a life
Ivan Dmitritch could not stand it; he lost heart, became ill, and, leaving the university, left
home. Here, in the town, under patronage, he received a teacher's job in the county
school, but did not get along with his comrades, did not like the students and soon left
place. Mother died. For six months he went without a place, eating only bread and
water, then entered the bailiff. He held this position until
until he was fired due to illness.
He never, even in his young student years, made an impression
healthy. He was always pale, thin, prone to colds, ate little,
slept. One glass of wine made him dizzy and hysterical. His
always attracted to people, but due to its irritable nature and
he did not get close to anyone and had no friends. About the townspeople
always spoke with contempt, saying that their gross ignorance and sleepy
animal life seems vile and disgusting to him. He spoke in tenor
loudly, ardently, and nothing else than indignantly and indignantly, or with delight and
surprise, and always sincerely. What happened, you can’t talk to him, he’s all
reduces to one thing: it is stuffy and boring to live in the city, society has no higher
interests, it leads a dull, meaningless life, diversifying it with violence,
gross depravity and hypocrisy; the scoundrels are fed and clothed, while the private ones are eating
crumbs; we need schools, a local newspaper with an honest direction, a theater,
public readings, solidarity of intellectual forces; society needs
self-conscious and horrified. In his judgments about people, he put thick colors,
only white and black, not recognizing any shades; humanity was divided
he has on honest and scoundrels; there was no middle ground. About women and love
he always spoke passionately, with delight, but he was never in love.
In the city, despite the sharpness of his judgments and nervousness, he was loved and
behind the eyes affectionately called Vanya. His innate delicacy, helpfulness,
decency, moral purity and his shabby frock coat, sickly
the sight and family misfortunes inspired a good, warm and sad feeling; to that
but he was well educated and well-read, he knew, according to the townspeople, everything and was in
city is something like a walking reference dictionary.
He read a lot. It used to be that everyone sits in the club, nervously pulling his beard
and leafing through magazines and books; and it is clear from his face that he does not read, but
swallows, barely having time to chew. One must think that reading was one of his
morbid habits, since he pounced on everything with equal greed,
that fell under his hands, even on last year's newspapers and calendars. at home
he always read himself lying down.
One autumn morning, turning up the collar of his coat and slapping through the mud,
Ivan Dmitritch made his way through the alleys and back alleys to some tradesman in order to
receive but a writ of execution. He was in a gloomy mood
always in the morning. In one of the lanes he met two prisoners in
shackles and with them four escorts with guns. Ivan Dmitritch used to be very
often met prisoners, and each time they aroused feelings in him
compassion and embarrassment, but now this meeting produced some kind of
special, strange impression. For some reason he suddenly felt that
they can also be put in shackles and in the same way lead through the mud to prison.
Having visited the tradesman and returning to his home, he met near the post office
familiar police officer, who greeted him and walked with him
the street a few steps, and for some reason it seemed suspicious to him. Houses
all day long prisoners and soldiers with guns could not get out of his head, and
did not light a fire in himself, and did not sleep at night and kept thinking that he could
arrest, shackle and put in jail. He knew no guilt
he could guarantee that in the future he would never kill, set fire to, or steal;
but is it really difficult to commit a crime unintentionally, involuntarily, and isn’t it
possible slander, finally a miscarriage of justice? After all, it is not for nothing that the age-old folk
experience teaches not to promise from the scrip and the prison. A miscarriage of justice under the present
legal proceedings is very possible, and there is nothing tricky about it. People who have
service, business attitude to someone else's suffering, for example, judges,
policemen, doctors, over time, by virtue of habit, are tempered to such
degree that they would like to, but they cannot treat their customers otherwise than
formally; in this respect they are no different from the peasant who
backyard slaughters sheep and calves and does not notice the blood. While formal,
soulless attitude towards the individual, in order to deprive an innocent person
all the rights of the state and to award to hard labor, the judge needs only one thing: time.
Only time to comply with some formalities, but which the judge is paid
salary, and then - it's all over. Seek then justice and protection in this
small, dirty town, two hundred miles from railway! Yes and no
Is it funny to think about justice when all violence is encountered
society as a reasonable and expedient necessity, and every act
mercy, such as an acquittal, causes a whole explosion
unsatisfied, vindictive feeling?
In the morning Ivan Dmitritch got up from his bed in horror, with cold sweat on his forehead,
already quite sure that he could be arrested any minute. If yesterday
heavy thoughts do not leave him for such a long time, he thought, then, therefore, there is an awn in them
element of truth. Could they really come to mind without any
The policeman slowly walked past the windows: this is not without reason. Here are two people
stopped near the house and are silent. Why are they silent?
And for Ivan Dmitritch agonizing days and nights came. All passed
past the windows and entering the courtyard seemed to be spies and detectives. At noon
usually the police officer rode in a pair along the street; he was driving from his
suburban estate to the police department, but it seemed to Ivan Dmitritch
every time he drives too fast and with some special expression:
obviously in a hurry to announce that a very important criminal has appeared in the city.
Ivan Dmitritch trembled at every ring and knock at the gate, and languished when
met a new person at the hostess; when meeting with policemen and gendarmes
smiled and whistled to punish the indifferent. He didn't sleep all night
all the time, waiting for arrest, but snoring loudly and sighing, as if sleepy, in order to
it seemed to the hostess that he was sleeping; because if he does not sleep, it means that he is being tormented
pangs of conscience - what evidence! Facts and sound logic convinced him that
all these fears are nonsense and psychopathy, what is in arrest and prison, if you look
on a wider matter, in essence, there is nothing terrible - if the conscience is calm;
but the smarter and more logical he reasoned, the stronger and more painful it became
mental anxiety. It was like oh how one hermit wanted to knock out
a place in the virgin forest; the harder he worked with an ax, the thicker
and the forest grew stronger. Ivan Dmitritch finally seeing that this
useless, gave up reasoning altogether, and gave himself up entirely to despair and fear.
He began to retire and avoid people. The service was disgusting to him before,
now she became unbearable for him. He was afraid that somehow
let them down, put a bribe in his pocket imperceptibly and then convict him, or he himself
inadvertently makes a mistake in official papers, tantamount to forgery, or
lose other people's money. It is strange that at no other time had his thought been
so flexible and inventive, as now, when every day he invented
thousands of different reasons to seriously fear for your
freedom and honor. But on the other hand, interest in the outside world has significantly weakened, in
in particular to books, and began to strongly change memory.
In the spring, when the snow melted, two
half-rotten corpses - an old woman and a boy, with signs of violent death.
In the city, there was only talk about these corpses and unknown murderers.
Ivan Dmitritch, so that they would not think that it was he who had killed, walked the streets and
smiled, and at a meeting with acquaintances turned pale, blushed and began to assure that
there is no more vile crime than the killing of the weak and defenseless. But this lie
soon tired him, and, after some reflection, he decided that in his
The best situation is to hide in the hostess's cellar. in the cellar
he sat for a day, then a night and another day, he was very cold and, waiting for
darkness, secretly, like a thief, made his way to his room. Stayed until dawn
he is in the middle of the room, not moving and listening. Early in the morning before sunrise
the stove-makers came to the hostess. Ivan Dmitritch knew well that they had come
to shift the stove in the kitchen, but fear told him that this
policemen dressed as stove-makers. He slowly left the apartment and,
terrified, without a hat or coat, he ran down the street. Behind him with a bark
dogs were chasing, a peasant was shouting somewhere behind, the air was whistling in his ears, and Ivan
It seemed to Dmitritch that the violence of the whole world had accumulated behind him and was chasing
They detained him, brought him home and sent the hostess for a doctor. Doctor
Andrey Efimych, about whom we are talking ahead, prescribed cold lotions on his head
and cherry laurel drops, shook his head sadly and left, telling the hostess that
it will come no more, because one should not prevent people from going crazy.
Since at home there was nothing to live on and to be treated, Ivan Dmitritch would soon
sent to the hospital and put him there in the ward for venereal patients.
He did not sleep at night, was capricious and disturbed the sick, and soon, after
by order of Andrey Yefimitch, was transferred to Ward No. 6.
A year later, Ivan Dmitritch was completely forgotten in the city, and the books
he, dumped by the hostess in a sleigh under a canopy, was pulled apart by the boys.
The neighbor on the left side of Ivan Dmitritch, as I said, is the Jew Moiseyka,
the neighbor on the right is a fat, almost round peasant with a stupid, completely
meaningless face. It is motionless, gluttonous and unclean
an animal that has long since lost the ability to think and feel. From him
there is always a sharp, suffocating stench.
Nikita, who is cleaning up after him, beats him terribly, with all his might, without sparing
their fists; and it’s not scary here that they beat him, - you can
get used to - and the fact that this stupid animal does not respond to beatings
no sound, no movement, no expression of the eyes, but only swaying slightly, as
heavy barrel.
The fifth and last inhabitant of Ward No. 6 is a tradesman who once served
sorter at the post office, a small thin blond with a kind, but somewhat
sly face. Judging by the intelligent, calm eyes, looking clear and cheerful, he
on his mind and has some very important and pleasant secret. He has under
pillow and under the mattress something that he does not show to anyone, but not from
fear that they might be taken away or stolen, but out of modesty. Sometimes he comes to
window and, turning his back to his comrades, puts something on his chest and
looks with his head down; if you approach him at this time, he will be embarrassed and
rip something off your chest. But its secret is not difficult to guess.
Congratulate me, - he often says to Ivan Dmitritch, - I am presented to
Stanislav of the second degree with a star. The second degree with a star is given only
foreigners, but for some reason they want to make an exception for me, - he smiles,
shrugging in confusion. - Well, to be honest, I didn't expect it!
I don’t understand anything about this,” Ivan Dmitritch declares gloomily.
But you know what I will achieve sooner or later? - continues the former
sorter, screwing up his eyes slyly. - I will certainly get the Swedish "Polar
star". The order is such that it is worth patting. A white cross and a black ribbon. This
very beautiful.
Probably nowhere else is life so monotonous as in
outbuilding. In the morning the sick, except for the paraplegic and the fat peasant, wash themselves in
hallway from a large tub and wipe themselves with the folds of dressing gowns; then drink from
pewter mugs of tea that Nikita brings from the main building. To each
relies on one mug. At noon they eat sauerkraut soup and porridge,
in the evening they dine with porridge left over from dinner. In between lie, sleep,
looking out the windows and walking from corner to corner. And so every day. Even the former
the sorter says everything about the same orders.
Fresh people are rarely seen in Ward No. 6. New crazy doctors have long
no longer accepts, and there are few fans of visiting madhouses on this
light. Once every two months Semyon Lazarich, the barber, comes to the wing. How is he
he cuts crazy people and how Nikita helps him do it and in what confusion
sick people come every time a drunken smiling barber appears,
we won't talk.
Except the barber, no one looks into the outbuilding. Sick condemned
to see only Nikita from day to day.
However, recently a rather strange
A rumor was spread that Ward No. 6 was allegedly visited by a doctor.
"Outbuilding" in the courtyards at Vosstaniya, 24 is the third project of Alexander Basalygin and Sergey Larionov (after "Architect" and "Third Cluster"). The first tenants settled here in the fall, but the official launch has not happened yet. The Village got to know the guests and found out how the place would develop.
yard
Photo Department Gallery
The Wing space is conditionally divided into two parts: a five-story building with a single entrance, which the locals call a tower, and two-story buildings, the tenants of which can be reached directly from the street. One of the key locations in the yard is the Fotodepartament, a fund to support young Russian photography. This is not only the office of the organization, but also an exhibition hall, where expositions change every month. Now they are showing the works of Natalia Reznik “In Search of My Father”. Thematic lectures and seminars are held behind the wall. In addition, there is a small library with a selection of rare photography books on different languages, shop and magazine rack Lebigmag. The interior of the space was developed by the architect Rhizome Group, the authors of the design of the St. Petersburg cafes "" and "".
Wine bar Do Immigration
One of the first places in the "Outbuilding" - wine bar Do Immigration was opened by Viktor Bocharov and Ekaterina Savchenko, who actively sold hot dogs under the Do Sosiski brand last summer. All wines are poured into glasses and sold for 150 rubles, despite the fact that the varieties selected are far from the cheapest. The menu is appropriate - crostini (pieces of toasted bread with cheese with various additives), cheese and meat plates, marinated olives, and hot panini with prosciutto or anchovies.
Hostel Kultura
The hostel, designed by the artist Igor Yankovsky, has 19 rooms: four of them are four-bed, two are eight-bed, and the rest are double. A night here costs from 420 to 2,240 rubles, depending on the day of the week and the number of beds in the room. The price includes Wi-Fi, iron, washing machine and use of all kitchen appliances.
Each room at Kultura Hostel is dedicated to a city landmark and decorated accordingly. In the spacious living room every Wednesday open meetings dedicated to sustainable living are held. The hostel has a small gift shop.
The place is working in a technical mode - one of the halls is still being renovated, and a store with vinyl records is being prepared for the opening nearby. Nevertheless, the bar is already fully stocked and even has its own specialties. It is worth paying attention to draft beer - ten craft varieties at 150-200 rubles per pint - and herbal tinctures in in large numbers. Food includes sandwiches, hummus with vegetables, a smoked cheese appetizer and pickled eggs.
Fligel Store
Showroom with clothes and accessories from St. Petersburg designers - GreatCriss, TDM, Satinn, Cliff, Liza Odinokikh, Sasha i Pasha, Mila Markina, Cor Timor Cor and Saint-P. The assortment is regularly replenished with new items of Russian and foreign brands, and in the near future an exchange with a similar store in Florida will start, from where young American brands will go to the Fligel Store.
Tower
Burger Grill & Veggies
The first burger Grill & Veggies opened two years ago on Komendantsky Prospekt, but over time, its owners decided that they couldn’t do without a branch in the center. On the first floor of the Wing tower, everything is cooked the same as on the outskirts: almost three dozen burgers, including several vegetarian ones, and rolls - cutlets and vegetables wrapped in flat cakes. Among alcoholic beverages- beer and a good collection of bourbons.
There is not much space in the bar, but big companies still come here to play board games and dance. For this purpose, a DJ stand was built at Grill & Veggies.
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