Within the framework of the project "Gogol. 200 years" RIA Novosti presents summary works "The Tale of how Ivan Ivanovich quarreled with Ivan Nikifirovich" by Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol - the final story from the second part of the Mirgorod cycle.

Wonderful man Ivan Ivanovich! What a glorious bekesha he has! When it gets hot, Ivan Ivanovich throws off his bekesha, rests in one shirt and looks at what is happening in the yard and on the street. Melons are his favorite food. Ivan Ivanovich eats a melon, and collects the seeds in a special piece of paper and writes on it: "This melon was eaten on such and such a date." And what a house Ivan Ivanovich has! With outbuildings and awnings, so that the roofs of the entire building look like sponges growing on a tree. And the garden! What is not there! There are all sorts of trees and every vegetable garden in this garden! More than ten years have passed since Ivan Ivanovich became a widower. He didn't have children. The girl Gapka has children, they run around the yard and often ask Ivan Ivanovich: “Tya, give me a gingerbread!” - and get either a bagel, or a piece of melon, or a pear. And what a pious man Ivan Ivanovich is! Every Sunday he goes to church and, after the service, goes around asking all the beggars, and when he asks the crippled woman if she wants meat or bread, the old woman reaches out her hand to him. “Well, go with God,” says Ivan Ivanovich, “what are you standing around for? I'm not hitting you!" He likes to go in for a glass of vodka to his neighbor Ivan Nikiforovich, or to the judge, or to the mayor, and he really likes it if someone gives him a present or a present.

Ivan Nikiforovich is also a very good person. His yard is near the yard of Ivan Ivanovich. And they are such pals as the world has never made. Ivan Nikiforovich never married and had no intention of getting married. He has a habit of lying all day on the porch, and if he passes through the yard to inspect the household, he will soon return to rest again. In the heat, Ivan Nikiforovich loves to swim, sits up to his neck in water, orders a table and a samovar to be put in the water, and drinks tea in such a coolness.

Despite their great affection, Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich are not entirely similar to each other. Ivan Ivanovich is thin and tall, Ivan Nikiforovich is shorter, but spreads in width. Ivan Ivanovich has the gift of speaking extremely pleasantly, Ivan Nikiforovich, on the contrary, is more silent, but if he puts in a word, then just hold on. Ivan Ivanovich's head looks like a radish with its tail down, Ivan Nikiforovich's head looks like a radish with its tail up. Ivan Ivanovich likes to go somewhere, Ivan Nikiforovich does not want to go anywhere. Ivan Ivanovich is extremely inquisitive and, if he is dissatisfied with anything, he immediately lets it be noticed. By the look of Ivan Nikiforovich, it is always difficult to know whether he is angry or happy about something. Friends equally dislike fleas and will never let a trader with goods pass so as not to buy from him an elixir against these insects, scolding him well in advance for professing the Jewish faith. However, despite some differences, both Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich are wonderful people.

One morning, lying under a canopy, Ivan Ivanovich looks around his household for a long time and thinks: “My God, what a master I am! What else do I not have?" Having asked himself such a thoughtful question, Ivan Ivanovich begins to look into the courtyard of Ivan Nikiforovich. There, a skinny woman takes out and hangs out stale things for weathering, among the infinite number of which Ivan Ivanovich's attention is attracted by an old gun. He examines the gun, gets dressed and goes to Ivan Nikiforovich to beg for the thing he likes or exchange it for something. Ivan Nikiforovich is resting on a carpet spread on the floor without any clothes. Friends help themselves to vodka and pies with sour cream, Ivan Ivanovich praises the weather, Ivan Nikiforovich sends the heat to hell. Ivan Ivanovich is offended by the ungodly words, but nevertheless gets down to business and asks to give him a gun or exchange it for a brown pig with two sacks of oats in addition. Ivan Nikiforovich does not agree, reasoning about the need for a gun in the household only provokes a neighbor. Ivan Ivanovich says with annoyance: "You, Ivan Nikiforovich, carried about with your gun like a fool with a written sack." To this, the neighbor, who knows how to shave better than any razor, replies: "And you, Ivan Ivanovich, are a real goose." This word offends Ivan Ivanovich so much that he cannot control himself. Friends not only quarrel - Ivan Nikiforovich calls "even a woman and a lad to take and put a neighbor out the door. In addition, Ivan Nikiforovich promises to beat Ivan Ivanovich in the face, he in response, running away, shows a fiddle.

So, two respectable men, the honor and adornment of Mirgorod, quarreled among themselves! And for what? For nonsense, for the fact that one called the other a gander. At first, the former friends are still drawn to reconcile, but Agafia Fedoseevna comes to Ivan Nikiforovich, who was neither his sister-in-law nor godfather, but still often went to him - she whispers to Ivan Nikiforovich that he would never be reconciled and could not forgive your neighbour. To top it off, as if with a special intention to offend a recent friend, Ivan Nikiforovich builds a goose barn right on the spot where he climbed over the wattle fence.

At night, Ivan Ivanovich sneaks around with a saw in his hand and cuts down the pillars of the barn, and he falls with a terrible crash. All the next day, Ivan Ivanovich fancies that the hated neighbor will take revenge on him and, according to at least set fire to his house. In order to get ahead of Ivan Nikiforovich, he hurries to the Mirgorod district court to file a complaint against his neighbor. After him, with the same purpose, Ivan Nikiforovich appears in court. The judge takes turns persuading the neighbors to reconcile, but they are adamant. The general confusion in the court ends with an emergency: Ivan Ivanovich's brown pig runs into the room, grabs Ivan Nikiforovich's petition and runs away with paper.

The mayor goes to Ivan Ivanovich, accusing the owner of the act of his pig and at the same time trying to persuade him to reconcile with his neighbor. The mayor's visit does not bring success.

Ivan Nikiforovich writes a new complaint, the paper is put in a closet, and it lies there for a year, two, three. Ivan Nikiforovich builds a new goose barn, the enmity of the neighbors grows stronger. The whole city lives with one desire - to reconcile the enemies, but this turns out to be impossible. Where Ivan Ivanovich appears, there cannot be Ivan Nikiforovich, and vice versa.

At the assembly given by the mayor, a decent society deceives nose to nose of warring neighbors. Everyone persuades them to stretch out their hands to each other as a sign of reconciliation. Remembering the cause of the quarrel, Ivan Nikiforovich says: “Let me tell you in a friendly way, Ivan Ivanovich! You were offended for the devil knows what it is: for the fact that I called you a gander ... ”The insulting word is uttered again, Ivan Ivanovich is furious, the reconciliation, which has almost happened, flies to dust!

Twelve years later, on a holiday in the church among the people, at a distance from each other, there are two old men - Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich. How they have changed and aged! But all their thoughts are occupied with the lawsuit, which is already underway in Poltava, and even in bad weather Ivan Nikiforovich goes there in the hope of solving the case in his favor. Ivan Ivanovich is also waiting for favorable news ...

In Mirgorod it is autumn with its melancholy weather: mud and fog, monotonous rain, tearful sky without a light.

Boring in this world, gentlemen!

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Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol.

The story of how Ivan Ivanovich quarreled with Ivan Nikiforovich

Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich

Glorious bekesha at Ivan Ivanovich! excellent! And what embarrassment! Fu you, the abyss, what a mess! gray with frost! I bet god knows what if anyone has one! Take a look, for God's sake, at them - especially if he starts talking to someone - look from the side: what kind of gluttony is this! It is impossible to describe: velvet! silver! the fire! Oh my God! Nicholas the Wonderworker, God's saint! Why don't I have such a bekeshi! He sewed it back then, when Agafia Fedoseevna did not go to Kyiv. Do you know Agafia Fedoseyevna? the same one that bit off the assessor's ear.

Wonderful man Ivan Ivanovich! What a house he has in Mirgorod! Around it on all sides is a canopy on oak pillars, under the canopy there are benches everywhere. Ivan Ivanovich, when it gets too hot, will throw off both his bekesha and underwear, he himself will remain in one shirt and rest under a canopy and look at what is happening in the yard and in the street. What apple and pear trees he has right under his windows! Open only the window - so the branches break into the room. It's all in front of the house; and see what's in his garden! What is not there! Plums, cherries, sweet cherries, all sorts of vegetable gardens, sunflowers, cucumbers, melons, pods, even a threshing floor and a forge.

Wonderful man Ivan Ivanovich! He loves melons very much. This is his favorite food. As soon as he dine and goes out in one shirt under a canopy, he now orders Gapka to bring two melons. And he will cut it himself, collect the seeds in a special piece of paper and begin to eat. Then he orders Gapka to bring an inkwell and himself, with his own hand, makes an inscription over a piece of paper with seeds: "This melon was eaten on such and such a date." If at the same time there was some guest, then: "participated such and such."

The late Judge Mirgorodsky always admired Ivan Ivanovich's house. Yes, the house is very good-looking. I like that sheds and canopies are attached to it on all sides, so that if you look at it from a distance, you can see only the roofs planted one on top of the other, which is very similar to a plate filled with pancakes, and even better, like sponges growing on tree. However, the roofs are all covered with an outline; willow, oak and two apple trees leaned on them with their spreading branches. Between the trees, small windows with carved whitewashed shutters flash and even run out into the street.

Wonderful man Ivan Ivanovich! The Poltava commissar knows him too! Dorosh Tarasovich Pukhivochka, when he travels from Khorol, he always stops by to see him. And Archpriest Father Peter, who lives in Koliberda, when a man of five guests gathers with him, always says that he does not know anyone who would fulfill his Christian duty and know how to live like Ivan Ivanovich.

God, how time flies! more than ten years had already passed since he had been widowed. He didn't have children. Gapka has children and they often run around the yard. Ivan Ivanovich always gives each of them either a bagel, or a piece of melon, or a pear. Gapka carries the keys to the comoros and cellars; Ivan Ivanovich keeps the key to himself from the large chest that stands in his bedroom, and from the middle chamber, and does not like to let anyone in there. Gapka, a healthy girl, walks in a reserve, with fresh calves and cheeks.

And what a pious man Ivan Ivanovich is! Every Sunday he puts on a bekesha and goes to church. Having ascended into it, Ivan Ivanovich, bowing to all sides, usually places himself on the wing and pulls up very well with his bass. When the service ends, Ivan Ivanovich will not endure in any way, so as not to bypass all the beggars. Perhaps he would not have wanted to do such a boring business, if his natural kindness had not prompted him to do so.

- Hello, sky! - he used to say, having found the most crippled woman, in a tattered dress sewn from patches. Where are you from, poor thing?

- I, lady, came from the farm: the third day, as I didn’t drink, didn’t eat, my own children kicked me out.

“Poor little head, why did you come here?

- And so, panochka, ask for alms, if someone will give at least bread.

- Hm! Well, do you want bread? Ivan Ivanovich usually asked.

- How not to want! hungry as a dog.

- Hm! Ivan Ivanovich usually answered. “So you might want some meat, too?”

- Yes, everything that your mercy gives, I will be satisfied with everything.

- Hm! Is meat better than bread?

– Where perishing hungry disassemble. Anything you wish is fine.

At the same time, the old woman usually held out her hand.

“Well, go with God,” said Ivan Ivanovich. - What are you standing for? Because I don't hit you! - and, turning with such questions to another, to a third, he finally returns home or goes to drink a glass of vodka with his neighbor Ivan Nikiforovich, or with the judge, or with the mayor.

Ivan Ivanovich loves very much if someone gives him a present or a present. He likes it very much.

Ivan Nikiforovich is also a very good person. His yard is near the yard of Ivan Ivanovich. They are such friends with each other, which the world did not produce. Anton Prokofievich Pupopuz, who still walks around in a brown frock coat with blue sleeves and dines in Sundays at the judge's, he used to say that the devil himself tied Ivan Nikiforovich and Ivan Ivanovich with a string. Where one is, there the other goes.

Ivan Nikiforovich never married. Although they said that he got married, but this is a complete lie. I know Ivan Nikiforovich very well and I can say that he did not even have the intention of getting married. Where does all this gossip come from? So, as it was carried, that Ivan Nikiforovich was born with a tail behind. But this invention is so absurd and at the same time vile and indecent that I do not even consider it necessary to refute before enlightened readers, who, without any doubt, know that only witches, and even then very few, have a back tail, which, however, belong more to the female sex than to the male.

Despite their great affection, these rare friends did not quite resemble each other. You can best recognize their characters from a comparison: Ivan Ivanovich has an extraordinary gift for speaking extremely pleasantly. Lord, what he says! This sensation can only be compared to when you are searching in your head or slowly running your finger along your heel. Listen, listen - and hang your head. Nicely! extremely nice! like sleeping after swimming. Ivan Nikiforovich, on the contrary; he is more silent, but if he slaps a word, then just hold on: he will shave off better than any razor. Ivan Ivanovich is thin and tall; Ivan Nikiforovich is a little lower, but it spreads in thickness. Ivan Ivanovich's head is like a radish with its tail down; head of Ivan Nikiforovich on a radish with his tail up. Ivan Ivanovich only after dinner lies in one shirt under a canopy; in the evening, he puts on a bekesha and goes somewhere - either to the city store, where he supplies flour, or to catch quails in the field. Ivan Nikiforovich lies all day on the porch - if it's not a very hot day, then usually with his back exposed to the sun - and doesn't want to go anywhere. If he wants to in the morning, he will walk around the yard, inspect the household, and again to rest. In the old days, he used to go to Ivan Ivanovich. Ivan Ivanovich is an extremely subtle person and in a decent conversation he will never say an indecent word and will immediately be offended if he hears it. Ivan Nikiforovich sometimes does not guard himself; then Ivan Ivanovich usually gets up and says: “Enough, enough, Ivan Nikiforovich; better soon in the sun than to speak such ungodly words.” Ivan Ivanovich gets very angry if he gets a fly in the borscht: then he loses his temper - and he throws the plate, and the owner gets it. Ivan Nikiforovich is extremely fond of swimming, and when he sits up to his neck in water, he also orders a table and a samovar to be placed in the water, and loves to drink tea in such a cool place. Ivan Ivanovich shaves his beard twice a week; Ivan Nikiforovich once. Ivan Ivanovich is extremely curious. God forbid, if you start telling him something, you won't finish it! If he is dissatisfied with something, he immediately makes it noticed. From Ivan Nikiforovich's appearance it is extremely difficult to know whether he is pleased or angry; even if he is happy about something, he will not show it. Ivan Ivanovich is somewhat timid in nature. Ivan Nikiforovich, on the contrary, has trousers with such wide folds that if they were blown up, the whole yard with barns and buildings could be placed in them. Ivan Ivanovich has large, expressive eyes of a tobacco color and a mouth somewhat resembling the letter Izhitsu; Ivan Nikiforovich's eyes are small, yellowish, completely disappearing between thick eyebrows and plump cheeks, and a nose in the form of a ripe plum. If Ivan Ivanovich treats you with tobacco, he will always lick the lid of the snuffbox with his tongue in advance, then he will click on it with his finger and, raising it, will say, if you know him: “Do I dare to ask, my lord, for a favor?”; if they are unfamiliar, then: “Do I dare to ask, my sovereign, not having the honor to know the rank, name and fatherland, for a favor?” Ivan Nikiforovich gives you his horn directly into your hands and will only add: "Lend me." Both Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich really dislike fleas; and that is why neither Ivan Ivanovich nor Ivan Nikiforovich will in any way let a Jew with goods pass, so as not to buy from him an elixir in various jars against these insects, scolding him well in advance for professing the Jewish faith.

"THE STORY ABOUT HOW IVAN IVANOVICH quarreled with IVAN NIKIFOROVICH",

When first published, it was dated 1831. On this occasion, Gogol wrote on September 28, 1833. M.P. Pogodin: “Somewhere Smirdin dug out one of my stories, and then in the wrong hands, written for Tsar Pea. I didn’t even look at it, however, it is not suitable for the almanac for 1834 (meaning the third book of the almanac by M. A. Maksimovich “Dennitsa”. - B. S.), I gave it to him. To the publisher of the almanac “Dennitsa” M.A. Maksimovich Gogol on November 9, 1833: “Smirdin already got one of my old stories from other hands, which I completely forgot about and which I am ashamed to call my own; however, it is so large and clumsy that it does not fit in your almanac. In 1835 the story was included in the Mirgorod collection. In one surviving unique copy of this collection, unlike the rest of the edition, there is Gogol's preface to P. o t., K. p. I.I. with I.N.: “I consider it my duty to warn you that the incident described in this story dates back to a very long time. Moreover, she is a complete invention. Now Mirgorod is not the same at all. Buildings are different; the puddle in the middle of the city has long dried up, and all the dignitaries: the judge, the judge and the mayor are respectable and well-intentioned people. The preface was written to fill a gap in the typesetting, but then it had to be removed, since it was necessary to use this page to make a note about the "error" found in "Viy" and write a new conclusion to this story.

Gogol, addressing A. M. Trakhimovsky in November 1850 with a recommendation to nominate his relative D. A. Troshchinsky as a deputy in the Mirgorod district, noted: “Gives more spurs to my request and an unpleasant review of the Mirgorod district, which I happened to hear way from the nobility of other districts, as if they were more deaf and ignorant than all the others in the Poltava province. That our county town Mirgorod is bad, we know it ourselves and laugh at it. But the desertedness of the county town and its lack of prosperity rather shows that the nobles sit in their places and are busy with business, and not go around the cities. The nobles of other districts have already forgotten that the best provincial leaders, and moreover, those who were in this rank more than others, were all from the Mirgorod district. Gogol did not at all consider the inhabitants of his native district to be worse than the inhabitants of other districts of the Russian Empire, on the contrary, he found a number of advantages in them. And if life in Mirgorod, where the heroes of P. o t., K. p. I. I. with I. N. live, is so bleak and gone, then some universal vices of human existence are to blame here.

The quarrel of the main characters of the story comes from boredom, from the vulgarity of provincial life. In an endless litigation with a neighbor, each of them acquires the meaning of life. Hence the final author's remark: "It's boring in this world, gentlemen!" In P. o t., K. p. I. I. with I. N., as in “Old World Landowners”, there is a clear hint that the master, having no legitimate offspring, lives with his yard girl: “ ... Even then, more than ten years had passed since he had been widowed. He didn't have children. Gapka has children and they often run around the yard. Ivan Ivanovich always gives each of them a bagel, or a piece of melon, or a pear. Gapka carries the keys to the comoros and cellars; Ivan Ivanovich keeps the key to himself from the large chest that stands in his bedroom, and from the middle chamber, and does not like to let anyone in there. Gapka, a healthy girl, walks in a reserve, with fresh calves and cheeks. Gapka here is a real "vessel of sin." This is emphasized by the fact that Ivan Ivanovich, pleasing his mistress with outfits, refuses alms to the old cripple, and even in the church. The differences between Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich are comically emphasized by comparing insignificant and incomparable features: “Ivan Ivanovich has a somewhat timid character. Ivan Nikiforovich, on the contrary, has trousers with such wide folds that if they were blown up, the whole yard with barns and buildings could be placed in them. Ivan Ivanovich has large, expressive eyes of a tobacco color and a mouth somewhat resembling the letter Izhitsu; Ivan Nikiforovich's eyes are small, yellowish, completely disappearing between thick eyebrows and plump cheeks, and a nose in the form of a ripe plum. This emphasizes the insignificance of both characters.

V. G. Belinsky in the article “On the Russian story and the stories of Mr. Gogol” (1835) emphasized that “Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich are completely empty, insignificant beings and, moreover, morally disgusting and disgusting, because there is nothing human in them; why, I ask you, why do you smile so bitterly, sigh so sadly when you reach the tragicomic denouement? Here it is, this secret of poetry! Here they are, these charms of art! You see life, and whoever has seen life cannot but sigh!... Mr. Gogol's comedy or humor has its own special character: it is a purely Russian humor, a calm, simple-hearted humor in which the author, as it were, pretends to be a simpleton. Mr. Gogol speaks with importance about Ivan Ivanovich's bekesh, and some simpleton will seriously think that the author is really in despair because he does not have such a beautiful bekesh. And in the article “Russian Literature in 1841”, V. G. Belinsky especially noted humor, which “penetrates through and through the wonderful story about the quarrel between Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich; finishing it, you exclaim with the author from the bottom of your heart: “It’s boring in this world, gentlemen!” exactly, as if leaving a lunatic asylum, where you looked with a bitter smile at the stupidities of the unfortunate patients ... "

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Gogol's story "About how Ivan Ivanovich quarreled with Ivan Nikiforovich" is included in the collection "Mirgorod". The work is written lightly, ironically. It would seem, what a trifle - an offensive word! But how much trouble came out of it. Looking at the heroes, you involuntarily begin to notice how often we, one-sidedly, quarrel over various trifles. By the way, it is the one-sided nature of the quarrel that reflects the name - Ivan Ivanovich quarreled with Ivan Nikiforovich ... A very brief summary of the book for reader's diary will help you understand others, no less interesting features story.

(428 words) Not in the world more beautiful than people than Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich! Neighbors-friends who are always together - where one is, there is another. And although they are not very similar in appearance and character, the world has never seen other such friends.

But even friends have fights. Once Ivan Ivanovich spotted a gun from a friend. So he wanted to get this gun, that he, without delay, went to his friend. Well, and there is vodka with pies with sour cream, and talk about the heat. And in the meantime, Ivan Ivanovich began to hint that he would change his rifle, but at least for a pig and two sacks of oats. But Ivan Nikiforovich says that he himself needs such a thing. This only provokes Ivan Ivanovich, and at some point he begins to taunt his friend - they say, Ivan Nikiforovich rushes around with this weapon, like a fool with a written sack. In response, he hears that he is generally such a gander! Friends quarreled. And Ivan Nikiforovich put Ivan Ivanovich out of his house.

And they seem to want to reconcile, but something is stopping them.

Here Agafya Fedoseevna comes to Ivan Nikiforovich - not a sister-in-law, not a godfather - but still she sometimes stops by. And she advised him not to put up with a friend, but, as a mockery, to build a goose house near their common fence.

Ivan Ivanovich, seeing such a thing, goes at night and saws the posts at the goose, he falls. The whole next day, Ivan Ivanovich is worried - what if his former friend comes and takes revenge? Also, God forbid, the house will burn.

And he runs to the Mirgorod district court - to leave a complaint against a hated neighbor. But he wasn't the only one who came up with the idea. The neighbors missed each other there quite a bit, and both of them were persuaded by the judges to reconcile. But these calls go unheeded.

While the court is doing business, the very pig for which Ivan Ivanovich tried to bargain for a gun comes running, grabs Ivan Nikiforovich's complaint and runs away. The mayor goes to the owner of the cattle - to accuse him of stealing papers, and try to convince him to make peace with his neighbor. But the event is not successful.

Ivan Nikiforovich has to write another paper. They put her in a closet, and she lies there idle, forgotten for years.

During this time, the enmity of the neighbors grows stronger. And there is no way to meet somewhere former friends together. Where one comes, the other will not necessarily come. The whole city only thinks how to reconcile them. They decide to trick them into pushing them together at the assembly. And now, when the reconciliation was almost completed, Ivan Nikiforovich recalls - because of what they then had a fight - because of some word "gander". But an offensive word is spoken, and there can be no more peace...

Another 12 years pass. At the service in the church, at its different ends, there are two former friend and think about the lawsuit they've been waging against each other all these years...

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The story of how Ivan Ivanovich quarreled with Ivan Nikiforovich

Wonderful man Ivan Ivanovich! What a glorious bekesha he has! When it gets hot, Ivan Ivanovich throws off his bekesha, rests in one shirt and looks at what is happening in the yard and on the street. Melons are his favorite food. Ivan Ivanovich eats a melon, and collects the seeds in a special piece of paper and writes on it: “This melon was eaten on such and such a date.” And what a house Ivan Ivanovich has! With outbuildings and awnings, so that the roofs of the entire building look like sponges growing on a tree. And the garden! What is not there! There are all sorts of trees and every vegetable garden in this garden! More than ten years have passed since Ivan Ivanovich became a widower. He didn't have children. The girl Gapka has children, they run around the yard and often ask Ivan Ivanovich: “Tya, give me a gingerbread!” - and get either a bagel, or a piece of melon, or a pear. And what a pious man Ivan Ivanovich is! Every Sunday he goes to church and after the service goes round with questions of all the beggars, and when he asks the crippled woman if she wants meat or bread, the old woman reaches out to him. “Well, go with God,” says Ivan Ivanovich, “why are you standing there? I'm not hitting you!" He likes to go in for a glass of vodka to his neighbor Ivan Nikiforovich, or to the judge, or to the mayor, and he really likes it if someone gives him a present or a present.

Ivan Nikiforovich is also a very good person. His yard is near the yard of Ivan Ivanovich. And they are such pals as the world has never made. Ivan Nikiforovich never married and had no intention of getting married. He has a habit of lying all day on the porch, and if he walks around the yard to inspect the household, he will soon return to rest again. In the heat, Ivan Nikiforovich likes to swim, sits up to his neck in water, orders a table and a samovar to be put in the water, and drinks tea in such a coolness.

Despite their great affection, Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich are not entirely similar to each other. Ivan Ivanovich is thin and tall, Ivan Nikiforovich is shorter, but spreads in width. Ivan Ivanovich has the gift of speaking extremely pleasantly, Ivan Nikiforovich, on the contrary, is more silent, but if he puts in a word, then just hold on. Ivan Ivanovich's head looks like a radish with its tail down, Ivan Nikiforovich's head looks like a radish with its tail up. Ivan Ivanovich likes to go somewhere, Ivan Nikiforovich does not want to go anywhere. Ivan Ivanovich is extremely inquisitive and, if he is dissatisfied with anything, he immediately lets them notice it. By the look of Ivan Nikiforovich, it is always difficult to know whether he is angry or happy about something. Friends equally do not like fleas and will never let a merchant with goods go, so as not to buy from him an elixir against these insects, scolding him well in advance for professing the Jewish faith. However, despite some differences, both Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich are wonderful people.

One morning, lying under a canopy, Ivan Ivanovich looks around his household for a long time and thinks: “My God, what a master I am! What else do I not have?" Having asked himself such a thoughtful question, Ivan Ivanovich begins to look into the courtyard of Ivan Nikiforovich. There, a skinny woman takes out and hangs out stale things for weathering, among the infinite number of which Ivan Ivanovich's attention is attracted by an old gun. He examines the gun, gets dressed and goes to Ivan Nikiforovich to beg for the thing he likes or exchange it for something. Ivan Nikiforovich is resting on a carpet spread on the floor without any clothes. Friends help themselves to vodka and pies with sour cream, Ivan Ivanovich praises the weather, Ivan Nikiforovich sends the heat to hell. Ivan Ivanovich is offended by the ungodly words, but nevertheless gets down to business and asks to give him a gun or exchange it for a brown pig with two sacks of oats in addition. Ivan Nikiforovich does not agree, reasoning about the need for a gun in the household only provokes a neighbor. Ivan Ivanovich says with annoyance: "You, Ivan Nikiforovich, carried around like that with your gun, like a fool with a written sack." To this, the neighbor, who knows how to shave better than any razor, replies: "And you, Ivan Ivanovich, are a real goose." This word offends Ivan Ivanovich so much that he cannot control himself. Friends not only quarrel - Ivan Nikiforovich calls "even a woman and a lad to take and put a neighbor out the door. In addition, Ivan Nikiforovich promises to beat Ivan Ivanovich in the face, he, in response, running away, shows a fiddle

So, two respectable men, the honor and adornment of Mirgorod, quarreled among themselves! And for what? For nonsense, for the fact that one called the other a gander. At first, the former friends are still drawn to reconcile, but Agafia Fedoseevna comes to Ivan Nikiforovich, who was neither his sister-in-law nor godmother, but still often went to him - she whispers to Ivan Nikiforovich that he never put up and could not forgive your neighbour. To top it off, as if with a special intention to offend a recent friend, Ivan Nikiforovich builds a goose barn right on the spot where he climbed over the wattle fence.

At night, Ivan Ivanovich sneaks around with a saw in his hand and cuts down the pillars of the barn, and he falls with a terrible crash. All the next day, Ivan Ivanovich imagines that the hated neighbor will take revenge on him and, at least, set fire to his house. In order to get ahead of Ivan Nikiforovich, he hurries to the Mirgorod district court to file a complaint against his neighbor. After him, with the same purpose, Ivan Nikiforovich appears in court. The judge takes turns persuading the neighbors to reconcile, but they are adamant. The general confusion in the court ends with an emergency: Ivan Ivanovich's brown pig runs into the room, grabs Ivan Nikiforovich's petition and runs away with paper.

The mayor goes to Ivan Ivanovich, accusing the owner of the act of his pig and at the same time trying to persuade him to reconcile with his neighbor. The mayor's visit does not bring success.

In Mirgorod it is autumn with its melancholy weather: mud and fog, monotonous rain, tearful sky without a light. Boring in this world, gentlemen!