I'm bored! Very rarely, but it still happens that the film helps me better understand the book. It is well thought that in the film adaptation all events are shown through the eyes of Egorushka, the main character, while Chekhov gives a kind of panoramic view. This boy is passionate about everything, and he does not really want to be separated from his native places. Although, perhaps, over time, he will lose this interest in the world around him irretrievably, and become a dry “educated” pedant.
The film was shot very correctly: a calm, leisurely narrative, but without “water”. Yes, there is no special dynamism, but it is here and unnecessarily. This very steppe is well shown - on the one hand exciting and full of life, and on the other - evoke mortal anguish.
Of the heroes, Solomon is especially remembered. How different this calm, full of dignity, slightly ironic character is from his relative, to the vulgarity of an obliging lyso-baby! How he says that he has not surrendered power and wealth for a hundred years! And his monologue about the fact that who is more influential, he licks his heels - just for all time.
And yet Vasya-Burkov is indeed one of the few who preserved the human in himself, despite the difficulties and hardships. To tell the truth, at first, his sobbing over the slain Ujik seemed to me a little faked, but after reviewing this scene, I realized that it was quite sincere. And there is no doubt that George Ivanovich was close to his hero.
Dymov, both in the book and in the film, caused me an exceptional dislike. But this is his "Boring me!!!!" explains everything. Suddenly, all this (including the murder of the same ugliness) is not from bad intention, but from boredom, and behind its unsightly shell lies a real tragedy? . .
And Father Christopher? A good old man, happy with life. How formalism is conveyed in religion: then he prays with a tongue-in-cheek, closed phrases. Honestly, I did not think about Trofimov for a second in the process of reading, but after seeing the film adaptation, I do not think of anyone else in this role anymore. Kuzmichov externally reminded Chekhov himself. The image of Constantine was also successful. A beam of light in the dark realm... Just like in the story: first the smile appeared, and only then its owner. In short, the film can be described as a gallery of psychological portraits against the backdrop of the endless steppe. What a song it is.