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The hero's childhood took place in the small town of Knyazhye-Veno in the Southwestern Territory. Vasya - that was the boy's name - was the son of the city judge. The child grew up: the mother died when the son was only six years old, and the father, absorbed in his grief, paid little attention to the boy. Vasya wandered around the city all day long, and pictures of city life left a deep imprint on his soul. The city was surrounded by ponds. In the middle of one of them on the island stood old castle, which once belonged to the count's family. There were legends that the island was filled with captured Turks, and the castle still stood. The owners left this gloomy dwelling a long time ago, and it gradually collapsed. Its inhabitants were urban beggars who had no other shelter. But there was a split among the poor. Old Janusz, one of the count's former servants, received a certain right to decide who can live in the castle and who cannot. He left there only: Catholics and the former count's servants. The exiles found refuge in a dungeon under an ancient crypt near an abandoned Uniate chapel that stood on the mountain. However, no one knew their whereabouts. Old Janusz, meeting Vasya, invites him to come into the castle, because it is there now. But the boy prefers the exiles from the castle: Vasya takes pity on them. Many members are well known in the city. This is a half-mad elderly man who always mutters something quietly and sadly; the ferocious and pugnacious bayonet-cadet Zausailov; drunken retired official Lavrovsky, telling everyone implausible tragic stories about your life. And Turkevich, who calls himself General, is famous for the fact that respectable townspeople (police officer, secretary of the district court and others) are right under their windows. He does this in order to get money for vodka, and achieves his goal: they rush to pay him off. The leader of the entire community is Tyburtsy Drab. His origins and past are unknown to anyone. Others assume that he is an aristocrat, but his appearance is common. He is known for his extraordinary scholarship. At fairs, Tyburtsy entertains the audience with lengthy speeches from ancient authors. He is considered a sorcerer. One day Vasya and three friends come to the old chapel: he wants to look there. Friends help Vasya get inside through a high window. But seeing that there is still someone in the chapel, the friends run away in horror, leaving Vasya to the mercy of fate. It turns out that Tyburtsiya’s children are there: nine-year-old Valek and four-year-old Marusya. Vasya begins to often come to the mountain to visit his new friends, bringing them apples from his garden. But he only walks when Tyburtius cannot find him. Vasya does not tell anyone about this acquaintance. He tells his cowardly friends that he saw devils. Vasya has a sister, four-year-old Sonya. She, like her brother, is a cheerful and playful child. Brother and sister love each other very much, but Sonya’s nanny prevents them from noisy games: she considers Vasya a bad, spoiled boy. My father shares the same view. He finds no place in his soul for love for a boy. Father loves Sonya more because she looks like her late mother. One day, in a conversation, Valek and Marusya tell Vasya that Tyburtsy loves them very much. Vasya speaks of his father with resentment. But he unexpectedly learns from Valek that the judge is a very fair and honest person. Valek is a very serious and smart boy. Marusya is not at all like the frisky Sonya, she is weak, thoughtful,... Valek says that. Vasya learns that Valek is stealing food for his hungry sister. This discovery makes a grave impression on Vasya, but still he does not condemn his friend. Valek shows Vasya the dungeon where all the members live. In the absence of adults, Vasya comes there and plays with his friends. During a game of blind man's buff, Tyburtsy unexpectedly appears. The children are scared - after all, they are friends without the knowledge of the formidable head. But Tyburtsy allows Vasya to come, making him promise not to tell anyone where they all live. Tyburtsy brings food, prepares dinner - according to him, Vasya understands that the food is stolen. This, of course, confuses the boy, but he sees that Marusya is so happy about the food: Now Vasya comes to the mountain without hindrance, and the adult members also get used to the boy and love him. Autumn comes, and Marusya falls ill. In order to somehow entertain the sick girl, Vasya decides to ask Sonya for a while for a large beautiful doll, a gift from her late mother. Sonya agrees. Marusya is delighted with the doll, and she even feels better. Old Janusz comes to the judge several times with denunciations of the members. He says that Vasya communicates with them. The nanny notices the doll is missing. Vasya is not allowed out of the house, and after a few days he runs away secretly. Marusya is getting worse. The inhabitants of the dungeon decide that the doll needs to be returned, and the girl will not even notice. But seeing that they want to take the doll, Marusya cries bitterly: Vasya leaves her the doll. And again Vasya is not allowed to leave the house. The father is trying to get his son to confess where he went and where the doll went. Vasya admits that he took the doll, but says nothing more. Father is angry: And at the most critical moment Tyburtsy appears. He is carrying a doll. Tyburtsy tells the judge about Vasya’s friendship with his children. He is amazed. The father feels guilty before Vasya. It's like a wall has collapsed for a long time shared father and son, and they felt like close people. Tyburtsy says that Marusya died. The father lets Vasya go to say goodbye to her, while he passes through Vasya money for Tyburtsy and a warning: it is better for the leader to hide from the city. Soon almost everyone disappears somewhere. Only the old man and Turkevich remain, to whom the judge sometimes gives work. Marusya is buried in the old cemetery near the collapsed chapel. Vasya and his sister are taking care of her grave. Sometimes they come to the cemetery with their father. When does the time come for Vasya and Sonya to leave hometown, over this grave they pronounce their vows.

Chapter 8 Story by Korolenko V bad society the chapters continue with the fact that with the onset of autumn, the girl’s illness only worsened. Every day her condition worsened. Vasya now began to come at any time. One day Vasya saw his father talking to Janusz. It was difficult to understand whether it was about beggars or about Vasya. Vasya told Tyburtsy the conversation he overheard, but he said that his father was fair and always acted within the law. Again Vasya felt proud of his father and at the same time sad, because his father did not love his son. Chapter 9 The girl is very bad. In order to somehow amuse Marusya, Vasya asks his sister for a doll and she agrees to temporarily lend it to Marusya. The girl was delighted with such a gift, she even cheered up. Vasya, on the other hand, started having problems because of the doll. The father began to suspect something, he forbids his son to leave the house, but Vasya runs away.

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The prototype of this castle was the palace of the noble Lyubomirsky family, who bore the title of princes living in Rivne. These two couples could not live in understanding and harmony because... they had different religions, as well as a conflict with the counts serving - Janusz. And this same Janusz had the right to decide who is now allowed to live in the castle, and who should leave.
The old servant leaves selected “aristocrats” to live there, and the outcasts settled in the dungeon. Vasya visited this building very often. Janusz invited him to his place, but the boy was more drawn to the exiled ones, he felt sorry for them. Many of those outcasts were famous people. Among them were: a half-mad elderly “professor”; bayonet cadet Zausailov; alcoholic and retired official Lavrovsky; General Turkevich, but the leader of all these people is Tyburtsy Drab.
His entire biography is covered in uncertainty. One day Vasya and his comrades came to a dilapidated church.

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Text for reader's diary Korolenko In a Bad Society 5-6 sentences The work of Vladimir Korolenko has a very unusual title - “In a Bad Society.” The story is about the son of a judge who began to be friends with poor children. Main character At first I had no idea that there were poor people and how they lived, until I met Valera and Marusya.

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The hero of the story spent his entire childhood in big city Knyazhye-Veno of the South-Western Territory. Vasya is the name of the hero, he was the son of a judge. The boy grew up like a street child. The reason for this was early death mother (she died when the boy was only six years old), and the father was completely immersed in his grief and did not notice the child, he had no time for him.

The boy wandered around the city all day long, he was fascinated by the city's secrets and riddles. Everything left a deep imprint on his heart and memory. One of the mysteries was a castle standing on one of the ponds surrounding the city. This castle previously belonged to a certain count couple.

But now this building is half destroyed, and the reader sees its walls destroyed by age, and inside lived people who wandered and did not have their own home.

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But suddenly Tyburtsy comes, brings a doll and tells everything about his friendship with his children and how he came to them in the dungeon. The father is amazed by the story of Tyburtsy and this seems to bring him and Vasya closer, they were finally able to feel like family. Vasya is told that Marusya has died and he goes to say goodbye to her.

After this, almost all the inhabitants of the dungeon disappeared, only the “professor” and Turkevich remained there. Marusya was buried, and until Vasya and Sonya had to leave the city, they often came to her grave. Read summary In bad company. Brief retelling.
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Beggars live in the castle, but over time, changes came and Janusz, a former servant of the count, who got the right to decide who will live in the castle and who to drive away, drives out all the beggars. Chapter 2 Exiled people roam and wander around the city, and then disappear. But not from the city. People just found a place to live. They settled in the dungeon of the chapel.

Tyburtsy, who had an adopted son and daughter, became the head of the beggars, and their names were Marusya and Valek. Chapter 3 Here we learn about the relationship between father and son. But they were none. Vasya lives on his own, and because of the constant stern appearance of his father, he tried to avoid meeting him, so he ran out into the street early in the morning and returned very late. The boy often remembers his mother, her tender hugs, and then cries bitterly, because At the age of six, he had already experienced the feeling of loneliness.

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Valek and Marusya said that Tyburtsy loved them very much, to which Vasya told them his story and how offended he was with his father. But Valek said that the judge is a good and honest person. Valek himself was smart, serious and kind, Marusya grew up as a very weak girl, sad and constantly thinking about something, she was the opposite of Sonya, her brother said that such a gray life influenced her. One day Vasya finds out that Valek is engaged in theft, he stole food for his starving sister, this made a strong impression on him, but of course he did not condemn him. Valek gives a friend a tour of the dungeon, where everyone actually lives. Vasya usually visited them while the adults were not there, they spent time together, and then one day, while playing hide and seek, Tyburtsy suddenly came. The guys were very scared, since no one knew about their friendship, and first of all, the head of the “society” did not know.

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Since Vasya loved to wander through such places, when Janusz met, he invited him to visit the castle, but he preferred the so-called society of expelled people from the castle, he felt pity for these unfortunate people. The dungeon society included very popular people in the city, among them was an old man who muttered something under his breath and was always sad, the fighter Zausailov, the drunken official Lavrovsky, his favorite pastime was telling made-up stories, supposedly from his life. The main one among them all was Tyburtsy Drab. How he appeared, how he lived and what he did, no one had any idea, the only thing was that he was very smart.

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I. Ruins

My mother died when I was six years old. My father, completely absorbed in his grief, seemed to completely forget about my existence. Sometimes he caressed my little sister and took care of her in his own way, because she had her mother’s features. I grew up like a wild tree in a field - no one surrounded me with special care, but no one restricted my freedom. The place where we lived was called Knyazhye-Veno, or, more simply, Knyazh-gorodok. It belonged to one seedy but proud Polish family and represented all the typical features of any of the small towns of the South-Western region, where, among the quietly flowing life of hard work and petty fussy Jewish gesheft, the pitiful remains of the proud lordly greatness live out their sad days. If you approach the town from the east, the first thing that catches your eye is the prison, the best architectural decoration of the city. The city itself lies below sleepy, moldy ponds, and you have to go down to it along a sloping highway, blocked by a traditional “outpost”. A sleepy disabled person, a figure browned in the sun, the personification of a serene slumber, lazily raises the barrier, and - you are in the city, although, perhaps, you do not notice it right away. Gray fences, vacant lots with heaps of all sorts of rubbish are gradually interspersed with dim-sighted huts sunk into the ground. Further, the wide square gapes in different places with the dark gates of Jewish “visiting houses”; government institutions are depressing with their white walls and barracks-like lines. A wooden bridge spanning a narrow river groans, trembles under the wheels, and staggers like a decrepit old man. Beyond the bridge stretched a Jewish street with shops, benches, little shops, tables of Jewish money changers sitting under umbrellas on the sidewalks, and with awnings of kalachniki. Stink, dirt, heaps of guys crawling in the street dust. But another minute and you’re already outside the city. The birch trees whisper quietly over the graves of the cemetery, and the wind stirs the grain in the fields and rings with a sad, endless song in the wires of the roadside telegraph. The river over which the aforementioned bridge was thrown flowed from a pond and flowed into another. Thus, the town was fenced from the north and south by wide expanses of water and swamps. The ponds became shallower year by year, overgrown with greenery, and tall, dense reeds waved like the sea in the huge swamps. There is an island in the middle of one of the ponds. On the island there is an old, dilapidated castle. I remember with what fear I always looked at this majestic decrepit building. There were legends and stories about him, each more terrible than the other. They said that the island was built artificially, by the hands of captured Turks. “The old castle stands on human bones,” the old-timers said, and my frightened childhood imagination pictured thousands of Turkish skeletons underground, supporting with their bony hands the island with its tall pyramidal poplars and the old castle. This, of course, made the castle seem even more terrible, and even on clear days, when, encouraged by the light and the loud voices of birds, we came closer to it, it often brought on us fits of panic horror - the black depressions of the long-dug out windows; There was a mysterious rustling in the empty halls: pebbles and plaster, breaking off, fell down, awakening a echo, and we ran without looking back, and behind us for a long time there was knocking, stomping, and cackling. And on stormy autumn nights, when the giant poplars swayed and hummed from the wind blowing from behind the ponds, horror spread from the old castle and reigned over the entire city. “Oh-vey-peace!” - the Jews said timidly; God-fearing old bourgeois women were baptized, and even our closest neighbor, the blacksmith, who denied the very existence of demonic power, went out into his courtyard at these hours, made the sign of the cross and whispered to himself a prayer for the repose of the departed. Old, gray-bearded Janusz, who, for lack of an apartment, took refuge in one of the basements of the castle, told us more than once that on such nights he clearly heard screams coming from underground. The Turks began to tinker under the island, rattling their bones and loudly reproaching the lords for their cruelty. Then weapons rattled in the halls of the old castle and around it on the island, and the lords called the haiduks with loud shouts. Janusz heard quite clearly, under the roar and howl of the storm, the tramp of horses, the clanking of sabers, the words of command. Once he even heard how the late great-grandfather of the current counts, glorified forever for his bloody exploits, rode out, clattering the hooves of his argamak, to the middle of the island and furiously swore: “Keep quiet there, laidaks, psya vyara!” The descendants of this count left the home of their ancestors long ago. Most of the ducats and all sorts of treasures, from which the chests of the counts were previously bursting, went over the bridge, into the Jewish hovels, and the last representatives of the glorious family built themselves a prosaic white building on the mountain, away from the city. There their boring, but still solemn existence passed in contemptuously majestic solitude. Occasionally only the old count, the same gloomy ruin as the castle on the island, appeared in the city on his old English nag. Next to him, in a black riding habit, stately and dry, his daughter rode through the city streets, and the horsemaster respectfully followed behind. The majestic countess was destined to remain a virgin forever. Suitors equal to her in origin, in pursuit of the money of merchant daughters abroad, cowardly scattered around the world, leaving their family castles or selling them for scrap to the Jews, and in the town spread out at the foot of her palace, there was no young man who would dare to look up at beautiful countess. Seeing these three horsemen, we little guys, like a flock of birds, took off from the soft street dust and, quickly scattering around the courtyards, watched with frightened and curious eyes the gloomy owners of the terrible castle. On the western side, on the mountain, among decaying crosses and sunken graves, stood a long-abandoned Uniate chapel. This was the native daughter of the philistine city itself, which was spread out in the valley. Once upon a time, at the sound of a bell, townspeople in clean, although not luxurious, kuntushas gathered in it, with sticks in their hands instead of sabers, which rattled the small gentry, who also came to the call of the ringing Uniate bell from the surrounding villages and farmsteads. From here the island and its dark, huge poplars were visible, but the castle was angrily and contemptuously closed off from the chapel by thick greenery, and only in those moments when the southwest wind broke out from behind the reeds and flew onto the island, did the poplars sway loudly, and because The windows gleamed from them, and the castle seemed to cast gloomy glances at the chapel. Now both he and she were corpses. His eyes were dull, and the reflections of the evening sun did not sparkle in them; its roof had caved in in some places, the walls were crumbling, and, instead of a booming sound, high tone, a copper bell, owls began to sing their ominous songs in it at night. But the old, historical strife that separated the once proud master's castle and the bourgeois Uniate chapel continued even after their deaths: it was supported by the worms swarming in these decrepit corpses, occupying the surviving corners of the dungeon and basements. These grave worms of dead buildings were people. There was a time when the old castle served as a free refuge for every poor person without the slightest restrictions. Everything that could not find a place for itself in the city, every existence that had jumped out of the rut, which, for one reason or another, had lost the opportunity to pay even a pittance for shelter and a place to stay at night and in bad weather - all this was drawn to the island and there, among the ruins, bowed their victorious heads, paying for hospitality only with the risk of being buried under piles of old garbage. “Lives in a castle” - this phrase has become an expression of extreme poverty and civil decline. The old castle cordially received and covered the rolling snow, the temporarily impoverished scribe, the lonely old women, and the rootless vagabonds. All these creatures tormented the insides of the decrepit building, breaking off the ceilings and floors, heating the stoves, cooking something, eating something - in general, they carried out their vital functions in an unknown way. However, the days came when divisions arose among this society, huddled under the roof of gray ruins, and discord arose. Then old Janusz, who had once been one of the small count “officials,” procured for himself something like a sovereign charter and seized the reins of government. He began the reforms, and for several days there was such noise on the island, such screams were heard that at times it seemed as if the Turks had escaped from underground dungeons to take revenge on the oppressors. It was Janusz who sorted the population of the ruins, separating the sheep from the goats. The sheep that remained in the castle helped Janusz drive out the unfortunate goats, who resisted, showing desperate but useless resistance. When, finally, with the silent, but nevertheless quite significant assistance of the guard, order was again established on the island, it turned out that the coup had a decidedly aristocratic character. Janusz left in the castle only “good Christians,” that is, Catholics, and, moreover, mainly former servants or descendants of servants of the count’s family. These were all some old men in shabby frock coats and chamarkas, with huge blue noses and gnarled sticks, old women, loud and ugly, but retaining their the last steps impoverishment of their bonnets and cloaks. All of them constituted a homogeneous, closely knit aristocratic circle, which took, as it were, a monopoly of recognized beggary. On weekdays, these old men and women walked, with prayer on their lips, to the houses of the wealthier townspeople and middle-class people, spreading gossip, complaining about fate, shedding tears and begging, and on Sundays they made up the most respectable persons from the public that lined up in long rows near the churches and majestically accepted handouts in the name of “Mr. Jesus” and “Mr. Our Lady.” Attracted by the noise and shouts that rushed from the island during this revolution, I and several of my comrades made our way there and, hiding behind the thick trunks of poplars, watched as Janusz, at the head of a whole army of red-nosed elders and ugly shrews, drove out of the castle the last people who were to be expulsion, residents. Evening was coming. A cloud hanging over high peaks poplars, it was already raining. Some unfortunate dark personalities, wrapped in extremely torn rags, frightened, pitiful and embarrassed, scurried around the island, like moles driven out of their holes by boys, trying again to sneak unnoticed into one of the openings of the castle. But Janusz and the vigilantes, shouting and cursing, drove them from everywhere, threatening them with pokers and sticks, and a silent watchman stood aside, also with a heavy club in his hands, maintaining armed neutrality, obviously friendly to the triumphant party. And the unfortunate dark personalities involuntarily, dejectedly, disappeared behind the bridge, leaving the island forever, and one after another they drowned in the slushy twilight of the quickly descending evening. Since this memorable evening, both Janusz and the old castle, from which previously a vague grandeur emanated from me, lost all their attractiveness in my eyes. It used to be that I loved to come to the island and, although from afar, admire its gray walls and mossy old roof. When, at dawn, various figures crawled out of it, yawning, coughing and crossing themselves in the sun, I looked at them with some kind of respect, as if they were creatures clothed in the same mystery that shrouded the entire castle. They sleep there at night, they hear everything that happens there, when the moon peers into the huge halls through the broken windows or when the wind rushes into them during a storm. I loved to listen when Janusz used to sit down under the poplars and, with the loquacity of a seventy-year-old man, begin to talk about the glorious past of the deceased building. Before the children's imagination, images of the past arose, coming to life, and a majestic sadness and vague sympathy for what once lived on the dull walls breathed into the soul, and the romantic shadows of someone else's antiquity ran through the young soul, as the light shadows of clouds run on a windy day across the light greenery of the pure fields. But from that evening both the castle and its bard appeared before me in a new light. Having met me the next day near the island, Janusz began to invite me to his place, assuring me with a pleased look that now “the son of such respectable parents” could safely visit the castle, since he would find quite decent society in it. He even led me by the hand to the castle itself, but then, with tears, I snatched my hand from him and started to run. The castle became disgusting to me. The windows on the upper floor were boarded up, and the lower floor was in the possession of bonnets and cloaks. The old women crawled out of there in such an unattractive form, flattered me so cloyingly, cursed among themselves so loudly that I was sincerely surprised how the stern dead man, who pacified the Turks on stormy nights, could tolerate these old women in his neighborhood. But the main thing is that I could not forget the cold cruelty with which the triumphant residents of the castle drove away their unfortunate roommates, and when I remembered the dark personalities left homeless, my heart sank. Be that as it may, from the example of the old castle I learned for the first time the truth that from the great to the ridiculous there is only one step. The great things in the castle were overgrown with ivy, dodder and mosses, and the funny seemed disgusting to me, too cutting to a child’s sensibility, since the irony of these contrasts was still inaccessible to me.

I. Ruins

The main character is the boy Vasya, who lives in the town of Knyazhye-Veno. His mother died when he was six years old. After the death of his wife, the father was not very involved in raising his son.

On a hill among ponds there is an abandoned castle inhabited by beggars. Somehow a conflict occurs between them, as a result of which a group of homeless people find themselves on the street. An old servant named Janusz, who once served the count, the owner of the house, remained living in the castle. Catholics and several other servants settled with Janusz.

II. Problematic natures

Those who were expelled moved to live in a dungeon near an abandoned chapel. This group was headed by Pan Tyburtsy. Little was known about this man's past. Some considered him a sorcerer, others thought that this man was of noble blood, although in appearance he looked like a commoner. Tyburtsiy has adopted children. This is the boy Valek and Marusya, his sister. Janusz invites Vasya to visit the castle, but the guy is prettier than Valek and Marusya.

III. Me and my father

Janusz reproaches Vasily for hanging out with bad company.

Vasya remembers his mother, reflects on his father and his sister Sonya, with whom he became very close after the death of their mother.

IV. I'm making a new acquaintance

Vasily goes to the chapel with friends, but they were afraid to go inside and run away. The boy goes inside alone and meets Valek and Marusya there. Brother and sister invite Vasya to visit them more often and meet secretly so that their father does not find out.

V. The acquaintance continues

Vasya regularly visits his new friends. He notices that the girl’s health is deteriorating. Tyrbutsy believes that it is Kamen who is sucking away his daughter’s health. Life in a damp dungeon cannot but affect children's poor health.

VI. Among the "gray stones"

Vasya witnesses his new comrade stealing a bun to feed Marusya. Although Vasya very much condemns Valek’s action, pity takes over. He also feels sorry for the ill Marusya. At home Vasya is crying.

VII. Pan Tyburtsy appears on stage

Vasya meets Pan Tyrbutsy. This happens by chance, but then the boy and the man become friends. Janusz complains to the judge about bad company.

VIII. in autumn
Marusya is getting worse. Vasya visits new friends.

IX. Doll

Hoping to somehow please Marusya, Vasily asks his sister Sonya for a doll. This happens without the father's knowledge. The loss is discovered. The boy does not dare to take his friend’s new toy. She clutches her in delirium, like last hope. Vasily's father does not let him leave the house.

Everything is resolved when Tyrbutsy brings the doll home to Vasily. He tells Vasya’s father about his son’s acquaintance with other children and reports that Marusya has died. Vasya's father allows his son to leave to say goodbye to the deceased.

Conclusion

After these events, Pan Tyrbutsy and his son leave the city. Almost all homeless people disappear along with them. Sonya, her brother and her father visit Marusya’s grave. When children become adults, they leave the city. Before leaving, the brother and sister come to the girl's grave and say their vows.

In bad company

The hero's childhood took place in the small town of Knyazhye-Veno in the Southwestern Territory. Vasya - that was the boy's name - was the son of the city judge. The child grew up “like a wild tree in a field”: the mother died when the son was only six years old, and the father, absorbed in his grief, paid little attention to the boy. Vasya wandered around the city all day long, and pictures of city life left a deep imprint on his soul.

The city was surrounded by ponds. In the middle of one of them, on the island, stood an ancient castle that once belonged to a count's family. There were legends that the island was filled with captured Turks, and the castle stood “on human bones.” The owners left this gloomy dwelling a long time ago, and it gradually collapsed. Its inhabitants were urban beggars who had no other shelter. But there was a split among the poor. Old Janusz, one of the count's former servants, received a certain right to decide who can live in the castle and who cannot. He left there only “aristocrats”: Catholics and the former count’s servants. The exiles found refuge in a dungeon under an ancient crypt near an abandoned Uniate chapel that stood on the mountain. However, no one knew their whereabouts.

Old Janusz, meeting Vasya, invites him to come into the castle, because there is now “decent society” there. But the boy prefers the “bad company” of exiles from the castle: Vasya feels sorry for them.

Many members of the "bad society" are well known in the city. This is a half-mad elderly “professor” who always mutters something quietly and sadly; the ferocious and pugnacious bayonet-cadet Zausailov; a drunken retired official Lavrovsky, telling everyone incredible tragic stories about his life. And Turkevich, who calls himself General, is famous for “exposing” respectable townspeople (police officer, secretary of the district court and others) right under their windows. He does this in order to get money for vodka, and achieves his goal: those “accused” rush to pay him off.

The leader of the entire community of “dark personalities” is Tyburtsy Drab. His origins and past are unknown to anyone. Others assume that he is an aristocrat, but his appearance is common. He is known for his extraordinary scholarship. At fairs, Tyburtsy entertains the audience with lengthy speeches from ancient authors. He is considered a sorcerer.

One day Vasya and three friends come to the old chapel: he wants to look there. Friends help Vasya get inside through a high window. But seeing that there is still someone in the chapel, the friends run away in horror, leaving Vasya to the mercy of fate. It turns out that Tyburtsiya’s children are there: nine-year-old Valek and four-year-old Marusya. Vasya begins to often come to the mountain to visit his new friends, bringing them apples from his garden. But he only walks when Tyburtius cannot find him. Vasya does not tell anyone about this acquaintance. He tells his cowardly friends that he saw devils.

Vasya has a sister, four-year-old Sonya. She, like her brother, is a cheerful and playful child. Brother and sister love each other very much, but Sonya’s nanny prevents them from noisy games: she considers Vasya a bad, spoiled boy. My father shares the same view. He finds no place in his soul for love for a boy. Father loves Sonya more because she looks like her late mother.

One day, in a conversation, Valek and Marusya tell Vasya that Tyburtsy loves them very much. Vasya speaks of his father with resentment. But he unexpectedly learns from Valek that the judge is a very fair and honest person. Valek is a very serious and smart boy. Marusya is not at all like the playful Sonya; she is weak, thoughtful, and “cheerless.” Valek says that "the gray stone sucked the life out of her."

Vasya learns that Valek is stealing food for his hungry sister. This discovery makes a grave impression on Vasya, but still he does not condemn his friend.

Valek shows Vasya the dungeon where all the members of the “bad society” live. In the absence of adults, Vasya comes there and plays with his friends. During a game of blind man's buff, Tyburtsy unexpectedly appears. The children are scared - after all, they are friends without the knowledge of the formidable head of the “bad society”. But Tyburtsy allows Vasya to come, making him promise not to tell anyone where they all live. Tyburtsy brings food, prepares dinner - according to him, Vasya understands that the food is stolen. This, of course, confuses the boy, but he sees that Marusya is so happy about the food... Now Vasya comes to the mountain without hindrance, and the adult members of the “bad society” also get used to the boy and love him.

Autumn comes, and Marusya falls ill. In order to somehow entertain the sick girl, Vasya decides to ask Sonya for a while for a large beautiful doll, a gift from her late mother. Sonya agrees. Marusya is delighted with the doll, and she even feels better.

Old Janusz comes to the judge several times with denunciations against members of the “bad society.” He says that Vasya communicates with them. The nanny notices the doll is missing. Vasya is not allowed out of the house, and after a few days he runs away secretly.

Marusya is getting worse. The inhabitants of the dungeon decide that the doll needs to be returned, and the girl will not even notice. But seeing that they want to take the doll, Marusya cries bitterly... Vasya leaves her the doll.

And again Vasya is not allowed to leave the house. The father is trying to get his son to confess where he went and where the doll went. Vasya admits that he took the doll, but says nothing more. The father is angry... And at the most critical moment Tyburtsy appears. He is carrying a doll.

Tyburtsy tells the judge about Vasya’s friendship with his children. He is amazed. The father feels guilty before Vasya. It was as if the wall that had separated father and son for a long time had collapsed, and they felt like close people. Tyburtsy says that Marusya died. The father lets Vasya go to say goodbye to her, while he passes through Vasya money for Tyburtsy and a warning: the head of the “bad society” is better off hiding from the city.

Soon almost all the “dark personalities” disappear somewhere. Only the old “professor” and Turkevich remain, to whom the judge sometimes gives work. Marusya is buried in the old cemetery near the collapsed chapel. Vasya and his sister are taking care of her grave. Sometimes they come to the cemetery with their father. When the time comes for Vasya and Sonya to leave their hometown, they pronounce their vows over this grave.