In the classical interpretation, an outbuilding is a small, independent, or attached to a residential or business building, used for temporary residence of people or other household needs. This is additional living space.
Naturally, the simplest option for a roof outbuilding is to design it in advance, when building a new house. In this case, it is much easier to bind additional nodes and connections, to create a single complex with the main building.
What determines the possibility of building an outbuilding on the roof?
It will be influenced by several factors:
Naturally, those for whom aesthetics are important should evaluate whether the new structure will decorate the facade of their house. In general, whether it is pitched, or sloping roof- there is almost always a technical solution, the question is in the owner's desire and his financial capabilities.
The development of suburban construction is gaining in scale. The unpresentable barn houses, which were proudly called dachas, are becoming a thing of the past. In place of unpresentable houses, cozy cottages are being erected, in which all comfort zones are provided: rooms, a kitchen, bathrooms, a terrace, and sometimes an outbuilding.
An outbuilding is an extension used as additional room... It is erected to have another guest room or playroom for children. Sometimes the wing is meant to be organized in it winter garden or a small gym. Whatever the owners choose, one thing is clear - an outbuilding is never superfluous. In private houses, an outbuilding is usually placed on the roof - this is convenient and practical.
An outbuilding is an extension to a house or a detached residential building, functionally and compositionally combined with the main structure. The literal translation of the term wing from the German language means wing, which explains the huge number of synonyms of definition in Russia: annex, curb, annex, limb, wing, mansion. The wing is a full-fledged residential building with heating, lighting and sanitary facilities.
We are talking about the outbuilding when it is necessary to constructively increase the living space. Initially, premises for service personnel, servants in the old way, and guest rooms were added in manor-type buildings. Starting the reconstruction of the building, we tried to preserve the laid down style, decoration, so the shape of the wing organically continued the main structure, not emphasizing, but continuing it, as if it was originally intended that way. If there was no compositional solution, the wing was built separately, keeping the style of the complex.
The modern wing also solves the problem of increasing the living space, changing the architectural appearance of the building. The construction of multi-level wings, double, built and other complex levels, gives a modern personality to the appearance of the building, making the layout of the house unique.
It would be more reasonable to include the outbuilding immediately into the project of the house, in which case it is possible to choose one of standard projects, which are in abundance in our time. If your house has already been erected, do not be discouraged either, there is different options solutions to this problem. First of all, several important factors should be considered:
It should be remembered that although it is theoretically possible to install an outbuilding not only on the roof of a house, but on auxiliary buildings and annexes, a builder, especially an inexperienced one, will inevitably face difficulties. For example, it should be taken into account that the projected wing will certainly increase the load on the existing supporting structures of the house, the roof will also change its appearance, and this is dangerous not only and not so much damage to the aesthetic feelings of your neighbors, but also create additional windage, which will have a detrimental effect on strong winds.
If the strength of the walls and floors is insufficient, then you can choose lighter and stronger composite materials. or install additional columns. Also, do not forget about the gutters and the type of roof, whether it will be separate for the outbuilding or serves as a continuation of the main one. And most importantly, do not forget that we are still building an auxiliary room, do not try to build something monumental, many problems will go away by themselves.
Thus, remember:
And remember, among other things, this structure should harmoniously fit into the overall appearance of the building, and not stick out, a callous to the eye.
The wing comes from the German flugel, which literally means wing. In architecture, an outbuilding is called 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 "wing" over time has acquired many synonyms - this is an appendage and, sideways, a wing, sometimes even a mansion. Today, the outbuilding is used less and less as a living room only in warm weather. Most often, an outbuilding is a full-fledged structure equipped with heating, lighting, connected to utilities.
This building is remembered when there is a need for additional living space. In manor-type outbuildings, most often they equip premises for service personnel (in the old way, servants). If the structure is located on the roof, then it is used as a guest or playroom... When planning an outbuilding, its construction on 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 if continues it.
A modern wing does not have to be built in the form of a single structure - today, architectural companies offer projects of multi-level buildings, which can be doubled and even built. All this gives the house individuality both outside and inside (meaning the layout).
One of the most widespread outbuildings is the roof of the house. An extension can be planned in advance or built on an existing 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, building height;
- reliability of walls, floors, foundations.
It is not at all necessary to build an outbuilding on a residential building. Often similar architectural element can be seen in outbuildings, a garage and even a bathhouse. It all depends on the preferences of the property owner. The easiest way is to equip additional living space on flat roof or in place of the upper floor veranda. In the latter case, you will need to partially glaze the openings, make a roof. If, however, the walls and the roof are insulated, then the structure will be ready to receive guests even in the cold season.
V hospital yard costs small wing surrounded by a whole forest
burdock, nettle and wild hemp. The roof on it is rusty, the pipe is half
collapsed, the steps by the porch rotted and overgrown with grass, and from the plaster
only traces remained. The front facade is facing the hospital, the back -
looks out into the field, from which a gray hospital fence with nails separates him.
These nails, pointed upward, and the fence, and the outbuilding itself have one
a special dull, cursed look, which we have only in hospital and
prison buildings.
If you are not afraid to burn yourself on the nettles, then let's go along the narrow path,
leading to the outbuilding, and see what is going on inside. Opening the first door
we enter the hallway. Here, near the walls and near the stove, whole mountains of hospital
trash. Mattresses, old tattered robes, pantaloons, shirts with blue
stripes, worthless, worn out shoes - all this rag is dumped in
heaps, crumpled, tangled, rotting and emitting a suffocating odor.
The caretaker Nikita, an old retired
soldier with reddish stripes. He has a stern, drunken face, drooping eyebrows,
giving the face the expression of a steppe shepherd, and a red nose; he is short,
seemingly lean and sinewy, but his posture is imposing and his fists are hefty.
He belongs to those simple-minded, positive, executive and
stupid people who love order more than anything else and are therefore convinced
that they must be beaten. He hits the face, the chest, the back, anything, and
I am sure that without this there would be no order here.
paint, the ceiling is smoky, like in a chicken hut - it is clear that they smoke here in winter
ovens and is carbon monoxide. The windows are disfigured from the inside with iron bars. Floor litter
and a splinter. It stinks of sour cabbage, wick smoke, bedbugs and ammonia, and
this stench in the first minute makes you such an impression 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-fashioned caps. They are crazy.
There are five of them here. Only one noble title, the rest
all the bourgeoisie. The first from the door, a tall, thin tradesman with redheads
with a shiny 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
does not answer. He eats and drinks mechanically when given. Judging by the painful
a thumping cough, thinness, and a flush on his cheeks, he begins to have consumption.
He is followed by a small, lively, very agile old man with a sharp
a goatee and black, curly, like a Negro's hair. In the afternoon he
walks through the ward from window to window or sits on his bed, tucking
legs in Turkish, and restlessly, like a bullfinch, whistles, softly sings and
chuckles. He shows childish gaiety and lively character at night, when
then gets up to pray to God, that is, to knock his fists on
chest and poke your finger in the doorway. This is the Jew Moiseika, a fool who has gone mad
about twenty years ago, when his hat workshop burned down.
Of all the inhabitants of ward No. 6, only he is allowed to leave
outbuilding and even from the hospital yard to the street. Such a privilege he
has been using for a long time, probably as a hospital old-timer and as a quiet,
a harmless fool, a city jester, whom they have long been accustomed to seeing on
streets surrounded by boys and dogs. In a robe, in a funny cap and
in shoes, sometimes barefoot and even without pantaloons, he walks the streets,
stopping at the gates and benches, and asks for a pretty penny. In one place they will give him
kvass, in the other - bread, in the third - a pretty penny, so that he returns to
the outbuilding is usually well-fed and rich. Everything he brings with him takes away
he has Nikita in his favor. The soldier does it roughly, with a heart, twisting
pockets and calling God to witness that he will never again
to let the Jew out into the street and that the riots for him are the worst in the world.
Moiseika loves to serve. He serves food to his comrades, covers them when
they sleep, promises everyone to bring a pretty penny from the street and sew on a new one
hat; he spoon-feeds his neighbor on the left, a paralytic.
He does this not out of compassion and not out of any humane considerations.
properties, but imitating and unwittingly obeying his neighbor with right side,
Ivan Dmitrich Gromov, a man of about thirty-three, noble, former
bailiff and provincial secretary, suffering from persecution mania. He
or lies on the bed, curled up, or walks from corner to corner,
as if for exercise, he sits very rarely. He is always excited, agitated and
tense with some vague, indefinite expectation. The slightest is enough
rustling in the entryway or shouting in the yard so that he would raise his voice and become
listen: are they coming after him? Are they looking for him? And his face at the same time
expresses extreme concern and disgust.
I like his wide, cheeky face, always pale and unhappy,
reflecting in itself, as in a mirror, tortured by struggle and prolonged
fear the soul. His grimaces are strange and painful,
on his face with deep sincere suffering, reasonable and intelligent, and in
the eyes have 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 good morning by lying down
sleep - wishes them good night.
In addition to being constantly stressed and grimacing, madness
it is expressed in the following. Sometimes in the evenings he wraps himself in his
robe and, trembling all over, chattering teeth, begins to walk quickly from corner to
corner and between beds. It looks like he has a severe fever. By
as he suddenly stops and looks at his comrades, it is clear that
he wants to say something very important, but, apparently, realizing that his
will not listen or understand, he impatiently shakes his head and
continues to walk. But soon the desired talk takes over everyone
considerations, and he gives himself free rein and speaks hotly and passionately. His speech
disorderly, feverish, like delirium, impetuous and not always understandable, but on the other hand
says you recognize in Mr. crazy man. Hard to convey on paper
his crazy speech. He talks about human meanness, about violence, trampling
the truth about the wonderful life that will eventually be on earth, about the window
bars, reminding him every minute of the stupidity and cruelty of the rapists.
It turns out a messy, awkward medley of old, but not yet finished
About twelve - fifteen years ago in the city, on the main
street in own home 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 was the beginning of a whole series of misfortunes that suddenly fell on
the Thunder family. A week after Sergei's funeral, the old man's father was given over to
trial 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 in
witswersigege, received sixty to seventy rubles a month and had no
concept of need, but now he had to drastically change his life. He must
was from morning to night giving penny lessons, doing correspondence, and yet
starve, since all earnings were sent to the mother for food. Such a life
Ivan Dmitritch could not resist; he lost heart, decayed and, leaving the university, left
home. Here, in the town, under the 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
a place. The mother died. For six months he went without a place, eating only bread and
water, then entered the bailiff. He held this position until those
until he was fired due to illness.
He never, even in his young student years, did not make an impression
healthy. He was always pale, thin, prone to colds, ate little, bad
slept. One glass of wine made him dizzy and hysterical. His
always attracted to people, but due to its irritable nature and
suspiciousness he did not get close to anyone and had no friends. About the townspeople he
always responded with contempt, saying that their gross ignorance and sleepy
animal life seems to him vile and disgusting. He spoke in tenor,
loudly, hotly and nothing else but indignation and indignation, or with delight and
surprise, and always sincere. What you used to talk about with him, he is everything
reduces to one thing: it's stuffy and boring to live in the city, society has no higher
interests, it leads a dull, meaningless life, diversifying it with violence,
gross debauchery and hypocrisy; the scoundrels are fed and dressed, and the private ones eat
in crumbs; need schools, a local newspaper with an honest direction, a theater,
public readings, cohesion of the intellectual forces; need society
realized itself and was 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 never was in love.
In the city, despite the harshness of his judgments and nervousness, he was loved and
for the eyes affectionately called Vanya. His innate delicacy, helpfulness,
decency, moral purity and his shabby coat, sickly
the sight and family misfortunes inspired a good, warm and sad feeling; to that
he was well educated and well-read, he knew, in the opinion of the townspeople, everything and was in
the city is something of a walking reference dictionary.
He read a lot. It used to be that everyone sits in the club, nervously tugging at their beard
and leafs 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
painful habits, since he pounced on everything with the same greed
what fell into his hands, even on last year's newspapers and calendars. At home
he always read himself lying down.
One autumn morning, pulling up the collar of his coat and spanking in the mud,
Ivan Dmitritch was making his way down the alleys and backyards to some bourgeois
get but a writ of execution. His mood was gloomy, like
always in the morning. In one of the alleys, he met two prisoners in
shackles and with them four escorts with guns. Previously, Ivan Dmitritch was very
often met prisoners, and each time they aroused feelings in him
compassion and awkwardness, but now this meeting produced on him some
a special, strange impression. For some reason it suddenly seemed to him that his
can also be shackled and led in the same way through the mud into a prison.
Having visited the tradesman and returning to his home, he met near the post office
the police officer he knew who greeted him and walked
a few steps outside, and for some reason it struck him as suspicious. Houses
the whole day the prisoners and soldiers with guns did not get out of his mind, and
did not light a fire in himself, and did not sleep at night and kept thinking that he could
arrest, shackle and jail. He knew no guilt behind himself and
could guarantee that in the future he would never kill, set fire to and steal;
but is it difficult to commit a crime accidentally, involuntarily, and is it not
libel is possible, finally a miscarriage of justice? After all, it's not for nothing that the age-old folk
experience teaches from the bag and prison not to renounce. And a miscarriage of justice in the present
legal proceedings are very possible, and there is nothing tricky about it. People having
service, business relationship to someone else's suffering, for example, a judge,
police officers, doctors, over time, by force of habit, tempered to such
degree that they would like to, but cannot treat their clients otherwise than
formally; from this side, they are no different from a man who is
backyard cuts rams and calves and does not notice the blood. Formally,
soulless attitude to the person, in order to deprive an innocent person
of all the rights of the state and sentenced to hard labor, the judge needs only one thing: time.
Only time to comply with some formalities, but which the judge is paid
a salary, and then it's over. Then look for justice and protection in this
small, dirty town, two hundred miles from railroad! Yes and no
Is it funny to think of justice when all violence meets
society, as a reasonable and expedient necessity, and every act
mercy, such as an acquittal, causes a whole explosion
an unsatisfied, vengeful feeling?
In the morning Ivan Dmitritch got out of bed in horror, with a cold sweat on his forehead,
already quite sure that he could be arrested every minute. If yesterday's
heavy thoughts do not leave him for so long, he thought, it means that they have an awn
element of truth. They could not really come to mind without any
The policeman walked slowly past the windows: it was not for nothing. Here are two people
stopped near the house and were silent. Why are they silent?
And for Ivan Dmitritch, agonizing din and nights came. All passed
past the windows and entering the courtyard seemed to be spies and detectives. On midday
usually the police officer drove along the street in a pair; it was he who was driving from his
suburban estate in the police board, but Ivan Dmitritch felt
every time that he drives too fast and with some special expression:
obviously hesitating to announce that a very important criminal has appeared in the city.
Ivan Dmitritch shuddered at every bell and knock at the gate, languished when
met a new person at the hostess; when meeting with police and gendarmes
smiled and whistled to punish the indifferent. He stayed awake all nights
all day long, expecting to be arrested, but snored loudly and sighed, as if sleepy, so that
the hostess thought he was asleep; because if he is not sleeping, then it means that he is being tortured
remorse - what evidence! Facts and sound logic convinced him that
all these fears are nonsense and psychopathy, that in arrest and prison, if you look
on a wider matter, in essence, there is nothing terrible - the conscience would be calm;
but the cleverer and more logical he reasoned, the stronger and more painful became
mental anxiety. It was like oh, how one hermit wanted to knock out
a place in a virgin forest; the harder he worked with the ax, the thicker
and the forest grew stronger. Ivan Dmitritch in the end, seeing that it is
useless, he gave up reasoning altogether and surrendered himself entirely to despair and fear.
He began to retire and avoid people. The service was disgusting to him before,
now she was intolerable to him. He was afraid that somehow
let him down, unnoticeably put a bribe in his pocket and then catch him, or he himself
will inadvertently make a mistake in public papers that amounts to forgery, or
will lose other people's money. It is strange that at no other time was his thought
as flexible and inventive as now, when every day he invented
thousands of different reasons to seriously fear for their
freedom and honor. But on the other hand, interest in the outside world has significantly weakened, in
particular to books, and began to greatly change memory.
In the spring, when the snow melted, in a ravine near the cemetery they found 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 he had killed, walked the streets and
smiled, and when meeting acquaintances turned pale, blushed and began to assure that
There is no meaner crime than the murder of the weak and defenseless. But this lie
soon tired him, and after some reflection, he decided that in his
The best position is to hide in the owner's cellar. In the cellar
he sat for a day, then night and another day, became very cold and, after waiting
the darkness, secretly, like a thief, made its way into his room. I stood 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 came next,
to move the oven in the kitchen, but fear told him that it was
policemen disguised as stove-makers. He quietly left the apartment and,
seized with horror, without cap and frock coat, he ran down the street. Behind him with barking
the dogs were chasing, a peasant was shouting somewhere behind, the air whistling in his ears, and Ivan
It seemed to Dmitritch that the violence of the whole world had accumulated behind him and was chasing
He was detained, brought home and the hostess sent for a doctor. Doctor
Andrey Yefimych, about whom we will speak ahead, prescribed cold lotions on his head
and laurel-cherry drops, sadly shook his head and left, telling the hostess that
more he will come, because one should not prevent people from going crazy.
Since there was nothing to live on and to be treated at home, soon Ivan Dmitritch
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, by
by order of Andrey Yefimych, was transferred to ward no.6.
A year later, the city completely forgot about Ivan Dmitritch, and the books
his, dumped by his mistress in a sleigh under a shed, were taken away by the boys.
The neighbor on the left side of Ivan Dmitritch, as I said, the Jew Moiseika,
the neighbor on the right is a fat-swollen, almost round man with a stupid, completely
meaningless face. It is immobile, gluttonous and unclean
an animal that has long 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 that he’s being beaten is scary, but that’s possible.
get used to it - but the fact that this stupefied animal does not respond to the beatings
sound, no movement, no expression of the eyes, but only slightly sways, 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
a crafty face. Judging by the clever, calm eyes, looking clearly and cheerfully, he
on his own 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 can take away or steal, but out of bashfulness. Sometimes he comes up to
window and, turning his back to his comrades, puts something on his chest and
looks with his head bent; 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 his shoulders in disbelief. - I didn’t expect it, I must admit!
I don’t understand anything about this, ”Ivan Dmitritch declares gloomily.
But do 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 worth trying. White cross and black ribbon. This
very beautiful.
Probably nowhere else is life so monotonous as in
wing. In the morning, the sick, except for the paralytic and the fat man, wash in
in the entryway from a large tub and wipe themselves with the folds of their dressing gowns; after that they drink from
pewter mugs of tea, which Nikita brings from the main building. To each
relies on one mug. At noon they eat cabbage soup and porridge,
in the evening they have dinner with porridge left over from lunch. In between, they lie, they sleep,
they look out the windows and walk from corner to corner. And so every day. Even the former
the sorter says all about the same orders.
Fresh people are rarely seen in ward 6. The new maddened doctor has long been
does not accept anymore, and fans of visiting mad houses are a little on this
light. Once every two months, Semyon Lazarich, the barber, visits the wing. How is he
cuts crazy people and how Nikita helps him do it and what confusion
the sick come every time a drunken smiling barber appears,
we won't talk.
Except for the barber, no one looks into the outbuilding. The sick are condemned
see only Nikita from day to day.
However, recently a rather strange
A rumor was spread that the doctor had started to visit ward no. 6.
Outbuilding
Outbuilding
1. Residential annex to the side of the main building or a free-standing annex; house in the courtyard of a large building. Outside in the outbuilding.
2. (wings). The old name of the piano (music).
Explanatory dictionary Ushakova... D.N. Ushakov. 1935-1940.
- (German Flugel wing). 1) a small side structure at the main building, and small house not far from the big one. 2) a musical keyboard instrument, the same as a grand piano. Dictionary of foreign words included in the Russian language. Chudinov A.N ... Dictionary of foreign words of the Russian language
Husband., German. the building on the side of the main house, in one connection or separate; in one connection: wing, curb, extension; apart: an adjunct, a little man. | Musical instrument, large improved piano, renamed grand piano. Adjutant wing, ... ... Dahl's Explanatory Dictionary
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- (German. Flugel literally. wing), a free-standing auxiliary building, included in the complex of an urban or rural estate and compositionally subordinate to its main structure ... Big Encyclopedic Dictionary
Wing, building on the side of the main house, wing (like a wing to the body of a bird). Wed She admits to the dossyevna (into her room). She lives in the outbuilding. Boborykin. Pupils. 3, 2. Cf. Flügel (fliegen, to fly), wing. Wed Plangere hitting ... ... Michelson's Big Explanatory Phraseological Dictionary (original spelling)
FLIGEL, I, pl. I, her and her husband. An annex to the side of the main building or a house in the courtyard of a building. | decrease. wing, lka, husband. | adj. outbuilding, oh, oh. Ozhegov's Explanatory Dictionary. S.I. Ozhegov, N.Yu. Shvedova. 1949 1992 ... Ozhegov's Explanatory Dictionary
- (from German Flügel, the main meaning of the wing), an auxiliary extension to residential building or a detached secondary building, part of the complex of an urban or rural estate, functionally and compositionally subordinate to its main ... ... Art encyclopedia
wing- wing, pl. wings, genus. wings and wings, wings ... Dictionary of pronunciation and stress difficulties in modern Russian
wing- 1. Part of the building attached to it from the side; 2. Secondary separately standing house in the courtyard of the main large building [Terminological dictionary on construction in 12 languages (VNIIIS Gosstroy USSR)] Topics of buildings, structures, premises EN 1. ... ... Technical translator's guide
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(Story, 1892).
Description of the hospital yard, overgrown with nettles, where there is a small outbuilding. In the hallway, the watchman Nikita, an old retired soldier, always sleeps on old rubbish.
In the room, on beds screwed to the floor, there are 5 madmen, one of whom is of a noble rank, and the rest are philistines. One of them is the Jew Moiseyka, who was in prison when his hat workshop burned down. He is one of all let out into the street, where he is given a pretty penny, some kvass, some something else. Everything that Moiseyka brings is taken by the watchman Nikita "for his own benefit." Moiseyka loves to serve, but does it not out of compassion, but imitating his neighbor on the right side Ivan Dmitrievich Gromov, who helps everyone, but sometimes something like a fever rolls over him, and he, choking, talks about "human meanness, about violence, trampling the truth. "
About 12-15 years ago, an official Gromov lived in his house on the main street, and with him his two sons, Sergei and Ivan. As a 4th year student, Sergei fell ill with consumption and died. Through pedelya, the father was accused of forgery and embezzlement of state money and was brought to justice. He soon died in a prison hospital from typhus. Ivan is forced to earn his living by frequent lessons and send part of the money to his mother for food. He breaks down and goes home. He was given a place in the district school, but he did not get along with his comrades, did not like the students and soon gave up the place. The mother died. For six months he ate only bread and water, then went to court as a bailiff until he was dismissed due to illness.
They loved him in the city. He was very educated and well-read. One autumn morning, Ivan Dmitrievich goes to a bourgeoisie to receive a writ of execution. On 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 warden, which also seems suspicious to him. Ivan Dmitrievich sleeps at night. He is haunted by thoughts of a possible arrest, although he knows no guilt behind himself. He has nightmares. For several days, all 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 will be suspected of murder, Ivan Dmitrievich walks the streets and smiles, when meeting with his acquaintances he assures that "there is no mean crime like 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 stove-makers come to the hostess, it seems to him that they are policemen in disguise. He gets out of the apartment and runs down the street in terror. They detain him, bring him home and call a doctor - Andrei Efimovich. They decide that Ivan Dmitrievich is mentally ill, and they send him to the hospital in ward No. 6.
In addition to Ivan Dmitrievich and the Jew, Moiseyka, the ward contains "a peasant who is swollen with fat, almost round, with a dull, completely meaningless face. This is an immobile, gluttonous and unclean animal that has long lost the ability to think and feel. From him a sharp, suffocating stench constantly emanates." ... The peasant does not respond to Nikita's severe beatings with sound, movement, or expression of 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 of being awarded rare medals.
There are rarely new people in the ward: only the barber comes in. However, soon it was rumored that the doctor began to visit the insane.
Doctor 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-pitched voice. He dresses casually. Before Andrei Efimovich took office, arbitrariness was going on in the hospital and a terrible mess reigned. Andrei Efimovich was indifferent to the riots. 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 need to stop people from dying. Andrei Efimovich gives up and visits the hospital not every day. In the morning, Andrei Efimovich is met by a paramedic Sergei Sergeevich in the waiting room. In the city he has an enormous amount of practice, 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 the akathist aloud, and then the paramedic walks around the wards and fumigates the sick with incense.
Andrei Efimovich accepts patients hastily, does not perform any operations anymore (for some time now the sight of blood is unpleasant for him), hastily prescribes medications so that the patients would quickly leave him alone. Over time, the process of "treatment" finally bothers him, patients are taken by a paramedic. Arriving home, Andrei Efimovich begins to read. He buys a lot of books on history and philosophy. In the evenings, postmaster Mikhail Averyanich visits the doctor. Under the influence of good thoughts, read from books, his own past and present becomes disgusting to Andrei Efimovich. He comes to the conclusion that he is serving a harmful cause and receives a salary from people whom he deceives. The zemstvo allocates additional funds to strengthen the medical staff in the hospital. A young doctor Yevgeny Fedorovich Khobotov arrives in the city. He uses only one book - " Latest recipes Vienna clinic for 1881. "He does not introduce a new order, fearing of offending Andrei Efimovich. The new doctor secretly envies the old one and would gladly take his place.
One day at the end of March, the barefoot Jew Moiseyka asks Andrei Efimovich for a pretty penny. With a mixed feeling of pity and disgust, the doctor asks Nikita to give Moiseyka the boots. Ivan Dmitrievich calls the doctor a reptile and an executioner, a charlatan, says that it is necessary to kill him, claims that hundreds of madmen are walking free, and several unfortunates must sit out for everyone in ward No. 6.
Andrei Efimovich advises Ivan Dmitrievich to run, but he himself agrees that it is useless. The doctor really likes talking 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 took him for a spy. He accuses the doctor of lack of will, laziness, connivance.
Andrey Efimovich starts going to ward No. 6 every day. Doctor Khobotov once catches his colleague talking with 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 not himself.
Andrei Efimovich notices that the attitude of those around him is changing. All hints advise him to stop drinking. Under a plausible pretext, he is summoned to the city council, where they ask seemingly harmless questions. Leaving the council, Andrei Efimovich guesses that it was a commission called upon 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 after that only has 86 rubles. Upon his return, the doctor has to change his habits: he has no work, no 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 the paramedic annoy him. The postmaster sympathizes with him, but does not give the money. One day the postmaster and Hobotov visit Andrei Efimovich together. The postmaster jokes as usual, and even promises to marry Andrei Efimovich. He is unexpectedly annoyed and indignantly drives out the guests. Left alone, he regrets his deed. The next morning he goes to the postmaster and apologizes to him. The postmaster seriously invites him to take care of his illness. The doctor assures that he is not sick. In the evening, Khobotov comes to Andrei Efimovich and unexpectedly invites him to a consultation at the hospital.
Andrei Efimovich ends up in ward No. 6. Nikita takes away his dress. Ivan Dmitrievich mockingly urges him to "philosophize", and the former doctor admits that he is completely discouraged. Andrey Efimovich tries to go out for a walk, but Nikita severely beats him.
The next morning, Andrei Efimovich falls into apathy, does not answer questions, does not respond to visitors. Towards evening he dies of apoplectic stroke.
