The short story did not tell about why the Duel had take place.

It only tells that honor is restored

after Vladimir Kladunov had died.
The story is about the difficulty of telling the tragic truth immediately to a mother whose son had
died in a gun battle (the duel).
Ivan has difficulty telling the sad truth to Vladimirs mother because she was full of hope and
happiness to Vladimir. The mother also thinks that Vladimir is only sleeping in his room and she
is not aware that something tragic had already happened to Vladimir the day before.
Ivan was also guilty because he was there when the duel had happened, and he was also the one
who set up the duel distance between Vladimir and his opponent.
Ivan only realized how Vladimirs mother treated him as her son also and a brother to Vladimir.
Even Lenochka has treated Ivan as their best friend and has even greeted him in her letters to
Vlidimirs mother.
In the end of the story when Valdimirs mother said that Ivan must also be in love, it means
maybe that Ivan also loves Lenochka the reason why he allowed Vladimir to go on a duel.

Nicolai Teleshov
THE DUEL
It was early morning.
Vladimir Kladunov, a tall, graceful young man, twenty-two years of age, almost boyish in
appearance, with a handsome face and thick, fair curls, dressed in uniform of an officer and in
long riding-boots, minus overcoat and cap, stood upon a meadow covered with new-fallen snow,
and gazed at another officer, a tall, red-faced, moustached man, who faced him at a distance of
thirty paces, and was slowly lifting his hand in which he held a revolver, and aimed it straight at
Vladimir.
With his arms crossed over his breast and also holding in one hand a revolver, Kladunov,
almost with indifference, awaited the shot of his opponent. His handsome young face, though a
little paler than usual, was alight with courage, and wore a scornful smile. His dangerous
position, and the merciless determination of his adversary, the strenuous attention of the seconds
who silently stood to one side, and the imminence of death, made the moment one of terrible
intensity, mysterious, solemn. A question of honour was to be decided. Everyone felt the
importance of the question; the less they understood what they were doing, the deeper the
seemed the solemnity of the moment.
A shot was fired; a shiver ran through all. Vladimir threw his hands about, bent his knees,
and fell. He lay upon the snow, shot through the head, his hands apart, his hair, face, and even the
snow around his head covered with blood. The seconds ran toward him and lifted him; the doctor
certified hid death, and the question of honour was solved. It only remained to announce the

news to the regiment and to inform, as tenderly and carefully as possible, the mother, who was
now left alone in the world; for the boy who had been killed was her only son. Before the duel no
one had given her even a thought; but now they all became very thoughtful. All knew and loved
her, and recognized the fact that she must be prepared by degrees for the terrible news. At least
Ivan Golubenko was chosen as most fit to tell the mother, and smooth our matters as much as
possible.
Pelagia Petrovna had just risen, and was preparing her morning tea when Ivan Golubenko,
gloomy and confused, entered the room.
Just in time for tea, Ivan Ivanovitch! amiably exclaimed the old lady, rising to meet her
guest. You have surely called to see Vladimir!
No, Iin passing by---- Golubenko stammered, abashed.
You will have to excuse him, he is still asleep. He walked up and down his room the whole
of last night, and I told the servant not to wake him, as it is a festival. But probably you come on
urgent businesss?
No, I only stepped in for a moment in passing ---
If you wish to see him, I will give the order to wake him up.
No, no do not trouble yourself!
But Pelageia Petrovna, believing that he had called to see her son on some business or other,
left the room, murmuring to herself.
Golubenko walked excitedly to and fro, wringing his hands, not knowing how to tell her the
terrible news. The decisive moment was quickly approaching; but he lost control of himself, was
frightened, and cursed the fate that had so mixed him up with the whole business.
Now! How can a body trust you young people! good-naturedly exclaimed Pelageia Petrovna
to her visitor, entering the room. Here I have been taking care not to make the least noise with
the cups and saucers, and asking you not to wake my boy, and he has long ago departed without
leaving a trace! But why do you not take a seat, Ivan Ivanovitch, and have a cup of tea? You have
been neglecting us terribly lately!
She smiled as with a secret joy, and added in a low voice: And we have had so much news
during that time! Vladimir surely could not keep it a secret. He must have told you all about it by
now; for he is very straightforward and open-hearted, my Vladimir. I was thinking last night, in
my sinful thoughts: Will when my Vladimir paces the room the whole night, that means he is
dreaming of Lenochka! That is always the case with him: if he paces the room the whole night,
he will surely leave tomorrow. Ah, Ivan Ivanovitch, I only ask the Lord to send me this joy in my
old age. What more does an old woman need? I have but one desire, one joy; and it seems to me
I shall have nothing more to pray for after Vladimir and Lenochka are married. So joyful and
happy it would make me! I do not need anything besides Vladimir; there is nothing dearer to me
than his happiness.
The old lady became so affected that she had to wipe away the tears which came to her
eyes.
Do you remember? she continued; things did not go well in the beginningeither
between the two or on account of the money. You young officers are not even allowed to marry
without investments. Well, now everything has been arranged: I have obtained the necessary five
thousand roubles for Vladimir, and they could go to the altar even to-morrow! Yes, and
Lonochka has written such a lovely letter to me. My heart is rejoicing!

Continuing to speak, Pelageia Petrovna took a letter out of her pocket, which she showed
to Golubenko, and then put back again.
She is such a dear girl! So good!
Ivan Golubenko, listening to her talk, sat as if on red-hot coals. He wanted to interrupt her
flow of words, to tell her everything was at an end, that her Vladimir was dead, and that in one
short hour nothing would remain to her of all her bright hopes; but he listened to her and kept
silent. Looking upon her good, gentle face, he felt a convulsive movement in his throat.
But why are you looking so gloomy to-day? the old lady at last asked. Why, your face
looks as black as night!
Ivan wanted to say Yes! And yours will be the same when I tell you! but instead of telling
her anything, he turned his head away, and began to twirl his moustaches.
Pelageia Petrovna did not notice it, and wholly absorbed in her own thoughts, continued:
I have a greeting for you. Lenochka writes that I must give Ivan Ivanovitch her kind regards,
and ask him to come with Vladimir and pay her a visit. You know yourself how she likes you.
Ivan Ivanovitch! No, it seems I cannot keep it to myself. I must show you the letter. Just see for
yourself how loving and sweet it is.
And Pelageia Petrovna again fetched the packet of letters from her pocket, took from it a thin
sheet, closely written, and unfolded it before Ivan Golubenko, whose face had become gloomier.
He tried to push away the extended note, but Pelageia Petrovna had already begun reading
Dear Pelageia Petrovnawhen will the time arrive when I will be able to address you, not
thus, but as my dear, sweet mother! I am anxiously awaiting the time, and hope so much that will
soon come that even now I do not want to call you otherwise than mother-----
Pelageia Petrovna lifted her head, and ceasing to read, looked at Golubenko with eyes suffused
with tears.
You see, Ivan Ivanovitch! she added; but seeing that Golubenko was biting his moustaches,
and that his eyes too were moist, she rose, placed a trembling hand up on his hair, and quietly
kissed him on the forehead. Thank you, Ivan Ivanovitch, she whispered, greatly moved. I
always thought that you and Vladimir were more like brothers than like ordinary friends. Forgive
me. I am so very happy, God be thanked!
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and Ivan Golubenko was so disturbed and confused that he
could only catch in his own her cold, bony hand and cover it with kisses; tears were suffocating
him, and he could not utter a word; but in this outburst of motherly love he felt such terrible
reproach to himself that he would have preferred to be lying upon the field, shot through the
head, than to hear himself praised for his friendship by this woman who would in half an hour
find out the whole truth. What would she then think of him? Did he not, the friend, the almost
brother, stand quietly by when a revolver was aimed at Vladimir? Did not this brother himself
measure the space between the two antagonists and load the revolvers? All this he did himself,
did consciously; and now this friend and brother silently sat there without even having the
courage to fulfill his duty.
He was afraid. At this moment he despised himself, yet could not prevail upon himself to
say even one word. His soul was oppressed by a strange lack of harmony; he felt sick at heart
and stifling. And in the meanwhile time flew. He knew it; and the more he knew it the less had he
the courage to deprive Pelageia Petronova of her few last happy moments. What should he say to
her? How should he prepare her? Ivan Golubenko lost his head entirely.

He had already had time enough to curse in his thoughts all duels, all quarrels, every kind
of heroism, and all kinds of so called questions of honour, and he at last rose from his seat ready
to confess or to run away. Silently and quickly he caught the hand of
Pelageia Petronova, and stooping over it to touch it with his lips, thus hid his face, over which a
torrent of tears suddenly streamed down; impetuously, without another thought, he ran out into
the corridor, seized his great-coat, and then went out of the house without a word.
Pelageia Petronova looked after him with astonishment, and thought:
He also must be in love, poor fellow. Well, that is their young sorrowbefore happiness!
And she soon forgot him, absorbed in her dreams of the happiness which seemed to her so
inviolable and entire.

The Duel

By Nicolai Teleshov

Respond to the following questions in full and complete sentences giving thoughtful
supported answers. Please refer to the Models of Success for The Duel.

Responding Personally:
1. Explain why the officer should/shouldnt have told the dead mans mother the
truth? Why do you think he couldnt? Do you think you would have been able
to if you were in his place?
2. Briefly describe another duel that you have read or viewed. What were the
caused and results? How did they compare with those in this story?

Responding Critically:
3. How does the author initially trick the reader? What is the real story in The
Duel?
4. In your opinion, why could Ivan Golubenko not break the news to Vladimirs
mother? Give evidence to support your interpretation.
5. From what point of view (Narration) is this story told? (Refer to you short
story notes) Why do you think the author chose this point of view? Who is
the focal (main) character?
6. What is the mood/tone in the first half of the story? In the second half?
Explain the reason for the contrast. (Remember to check your adjectives for
each section)

#9 Due one week from today!!!!

A. Conduct a survey of your family and friends (10-20 people). The
survey question is: Is it better to tell someone a terrible truth
than to leave that person in ignorant bliss?
B. Create any graph, on 8 by 11 paper, showing your percentages
from your findings. Example: 85% said yes, 10% said no, and 5%
said maybe.
C. On 8 by 11 paper create a chart to demonstrate your findings.
Include:

The name of the person you asked

Their age

Their answer (yes, no, maybe)

Write out their reason for why they responded the way they
did.