The entire article of "Chameleon"

Original text of "Chameleon" by Russian Chekhov:

Police officer Ochumelov was wearing a new military coat and holding a small bag in his hand as he walked through the market square. Behind him was a patrolman with reddish brown hair, carrying a sieve filled with confiscated gooseberries.

There was silence everywhere... There was not even a soul in the square. Shops and hotels open their doors, listlessly facing the world created by God, like hungry mouths. There wasn't even a beggar near the shop door. ?

"How dare you bite, damn thing!" Ochumelov suddenly heard voices. "Guys, don't let it go! Biting is not allowed nowadays! Catch it! Ouch,... ouch!" The dog screamed. Ochumelov looked over and saw a dog emerging from the woodyard of the merchant Pichugin, running on three legs and looking back.

Behind it, a man wearing a starched calico shirt and an open waistcoat chased out. He chased the dog, leaned forward, fell to the ground, and grabbed the dog's hind legs. Then came the barking of dogs and the cry of people: "Don't let it go!" Sleepy faces came out of the shops one after another, and soon a group of people gathered at the door of the woodyard, as if they had emerged from the ground. The same. ?

"There seems to be trouble, sir!..." the patrolman said. ?

Ochumelov turned slightly to the left and walked toward the crowd. At the door of the woodyard, he saw the above-mentioned man in the unbuttoned waistcoat standing there, raising his right hand and showing a bloody finger to the crowd. His half-drunken face had the look: "I'm going to get you, you scoundrel!" and the finger itself looked like a banner of victory.

Ochumelov recognized this man as the jeweler Khryugin. The culprit of this mess was a white-haired terrier with a pointed face and a yellow spot on its back. It was sitting on the ground in the center of the crowd, with its front legs spread out and its whole body shaking. Its tearful eyes showed distress and fear. ?

"What happened here?" Ochumelov asked as he squeezed into the crowd. ?"What are you doing here? Why are you raising your finger?...Who is shouting?"?

"I was going my own way, sir, and didn't provoke anyone,..." Khryugin coughed into his empty fist and spoke. "I was talking about firewood with Mitri Mitrich. Suddenly, this bad guy bit my finger for no reason. ... Please forgive me, I am a working man. ... My The work is meticulous.

I have to pay for it, because I may not be able to move my finger for a week... Legally, sir, there is no such thing. , saying that people should endure the harm caused by animals... If everyone is bitten by dogs, it is better not to live in this world..."?

"Well! ...That's right, ..." Ochumelov said sternly, coughing and moving his eyebrows. "Not bad.?...Whose dog is this? I can't let this kind of thing go. I want to show some color to those who let the dogs out to cause trouble! Now it's time to control those who are unwilling to abide by the law. The old man!

When he is fined, he, this bastard, will understand the consequences of letting dogs and other beasts out! I want to show him something... "Derlin," the police officer said to the patrolman, "go find out whose dog this is and file a report! This dog has to be beaten to death. No delay! This is probably a mad dog." You: Whose dog is this?”?

“This dog seems to belong to General Zhigalov!” someone in the crowd said. ?

“From General Zhigalov’s house? Hmm!…You, Yeldelin, take off my coat.…?It’s so hot! It’s probably going to rain.… ...There's just one thing I don't understand: how could it bite you?" Ochumelov said to Khryugin. "Could it be able to reach your finger? It's short, but you, you know, are so tall!

Your finger was probably pierced by a small nail, but then it turned out to be whimsical. They're paying you. People like you... everyone knows what they're doing! I know you devils!"?

"He, sir, stuck his cigar in it. He didn't want to be a fool, so he bit him.

...He's a boring man, sir! "?

"You're talking nonsense, one-eyed dragon! You can't see, why are you talking nonsense? The commander is a sensible person, who can tell? Who is talking nonsense, who speaks with conscience as if he is in front of God. ... If I want to talk nonsense, let the mediating judge judge me? That’s fine. His laws are clearly written. …Now everyone is equal. ...To tell you the truth,...my brother is working as a military policeman. ..."?

"Stop talking nonsense! "?

"No, this dog does not belong to the general's family,..." the patrolman said thoughtfully. "There is no such dog in the general's family. Most of his dogs are large hunting dogs. ..."?

"Are you sure? "?

"That's right, sir. ..."?

"I know it myself. The dogs in the general's family are all expensive and well-bred. What about this dog? Who knows what it is! The color of his coat is not good, his appearance is not good-looking, he is a total wretch. ... His old man would raise such a dog? ! Where did your brain go? Do you know what would happen if such a dog were encountered in Petersburg or Moscow?

It doesn’t care what the law is or not, it will die in a blink of an eye! You, Khryugin, have suffered, and this matter cannot be left unattended. ...You have to teach them a lesson! It's time. ..."?

"But it could also be the general's dog..." the patrolman expressed his thoughts. "It doesn't have anything written on its face. ...I saw such a dog in his yard a few days ago. "

"That's right, it's from the general's family! "Someone in the crowd said.?

"Well! …Yeldrin, put on my coat. ...It seems the wind is blowing. ...It’s weird? It’s cold. ...You take this dog to the general's house and ask him there. ...You just said I found this dog and sent you to deliver it. ...You said you should not put it on the street in the future.

Perhaps it is a precious dog. If every pig pokes a cigar in its face, it will be trampled to death in a short time. Dogs are delicate animals? Well. ...You idiot, put your hands down! No need to show that stupid finger of yours! Is this all your fault? No! ..."?

"The general's chef is here, let's ask him. ...Hey, Prohor! Come here, dear! Look at this dog. ...is it from your family? "?

" Guess! We've never had a dog like this before! "?

"Then there is no need to spend a lot of time asking," said Ochumelov. "This is a wild dog! It doesn’t take much? I told you. ...Since he said it was a wild dog, it was a wild dog. ...Just kill it. "?

"This dog is not from our family," Prohor continued. "But it is the general's brother's dog. He came to us a few days ago. Our general doesn't like this kind of dog. His old brother likes it. ..."?

"Could it be that his old brother is here? Ulladimir Ivanich is here? "Ochumelov asked, with an emotional smile on his face. "It's amazing, Lord! I don't know yet! He's coming to stay for a while, right? "?

"Stay for a while. ..."?

"Amazing, Lord! ...He is thinking about his younger brother. ...but I don’t know yet! So this is his old man's dog? Very happy. ...You take it with you. ...This puppy is quite good. ...very smart. ...It bit this guy's finger! Ha ha ha ha! ...Hey, why are you shaking? Wuwu,...wuwu. ...It's angry, little bad bag,...what a puppy..."?

Prohor called the dog over and took it away from the woodyard. ...The group of people He laughed loudly at Khryukin.

“I will deal with you sooner or later! "Ochumelov threatened him, then wrapped his coat tightly and continued to patrol the market square. Extended information

Writing background:

" "Chameleon" was painted in 1884. Before the work was published, it was after the assassination of Alexander II (1881) by the Russian Nationalists. As soon as Alexander III came to power, while trying his best to strengthen police rule, he also introduced some concealment laws to give the brutal The authoritarianism was covered with a veil.

Lores Myrikov, the leader of the Supreme Council of Public Security established in 1880, later became the Minister of the Interior. He was a typical two-faced person, and the people called him. "Wolf mouth and fox tail".

The police at this time were no longer the batons who used their fists to hit people at will in the Gogol era. Instead, they were using the official tone of obeying the law and engaging in flattery and seeking credit.

The police officer Ochumelov portrayed by Chekhov is the embodiment of the Tsarist autocratic police rule. Therefore, what this work satirizes and exposes is not just an ordinary isolated policeman, but the Russian society that worships officials and nobles, and the extremely vicious Tsarist despotism.

Introduction:

"Chameleon" describes the police officer Ochumelov's trial of a dog biting a person. The beagle in the novel is undoubtedly the perpetrator of this incident. It is not news that a dog bites a person, but the writer uses such a small incident in daily life to express a major social issue, that is, to expose the reaction and hypocrisy of the police system under the autocratic rule of Tsarist Russia.

It is precisely because of the bite of the beagle that it creates an opportunity for the police officer to examine the case; it gives the police officer the chance to waggle, act according to the prevailing circumstances, go back on his word, follow the trend, and bully the flatterer. The ugly and despicable performance built a platform for self-expression, self-exposure, and self-shaping; it only exposed the contradiction between the police officers and the people at the bottom of society.

"Chameleon" is unique and ingenious in its conception, and the setting of the character of the beagle is crucial. When the police officers investigated the case, it was difficult to determine the identity of the little hound, and people around could only make uncertain guesses. In other words, there is temporary uncertainty about the identity of the beagle.

It is precisely because of repeated speculations about the identity of the beagle that the police officers' views and attitudes towards the beagle changed repeatedly during the trial. If a terrier can tell his owner directly like a parrot, even if the police officer has the magical ability to change, he will not change his color anyway.

The wonderful thing is that this little hunting dog can only bite but cannot speak. Its identity can only be guessed by others. Therefore, we can fully believe that the beagle is actually silently directing the police officer's "performance" of changing color through the words of others.

It is under the direction of Beagle, a temporarily unidentified "director", that the plot of the novel develops dramatically, the police officer's character is revealed in layers, and the police officer's chameleon image is revealed. It is vivid on the paper and vivid in the mind, so that the theme of the novel can be cleverly revealed.