E10-Q3 Melc 4.1 Las-3
E10-Q3 Melc 4.1 Las-3
I. LEARNING SKILLS
A. Most Essential Learning Competency:
4.1 Critique a literary text using a formalist approach
B. Objectives:
1.Analyze a literary selection using a reading log;
2.Write a formalist literary criticism or essay on a literary selection
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b. Diction is the choice of words, imagery, and symbol that a writer makes to
effectively convey an idea, a point of view, or tell a story.
c. If a work has unity, all its aspects fit together in significant ways that create a
whole. Each element contributes to the totality of the work and its meaning.
7. Here are some of the typical questions in formalist criticism:
a. How does the narrator’s point of view shape the meaning?
b. How do the characters, setting, imagery and plot relate to the theme and to each
other?
c. How are the various parts of the work interconnected?
d. How do these parts and their collective whole contribute to or not contribute to
the aesthetic quality of the work?
e. What words, images, and symbols appear more than once or have a certain
effect in the text?
III. ACTIVITIES
Read the short story Vanka by Russian fictionist Anton Chekhov and
complete the activities that follow.
Vanka
Anton Chekhov
NINE-YEAR-OLD Vanka Zhukov, He was a small, lean old man about
who had been apprenticed three months sixty-five but remarkably lively and agile,
ago to Alyakhin the shoemaker, did not go with a smiling face and eves bleary with
to bed on Christmas eve. He waited till his drink. In the daytime he either slept in the
master and mistress and the senior back kitchen, or sat joking with the cook
apprentices had gone to church, and then and the kitchen-maids, and in the night,
took from the cupboard a bottle of ink and a wrapped in a great sheepskin coat, he
pen with a rusty nib, spread out a crumpled walked round and round the estate,
sheet of paper, and was all ready to write. sounding his rattle. After him, with drooping
Before tracing the first letter he glanced heads, went old Kashtanka and another
several times anxiously at the door and dog, called Eel, on account of his black coat
window, peered at the dark icon, with and long, weasel-like body. Eel was
shelves holding cobbler's lasts stretching on wonderfully respectful and insinuating, and
either side of it, and gave a quivering sigh. turned the same appealing glance on
The paper lay on the bench, and Vanka friends and strangers alike, but he inspired
knelt on the floor at the bench. confidence in no one. His deferential
"Dear Grandad Konstantin manner and docility were a cloak for the
Makarich," he wrote. "I am writing a letter to most Jesuitical spite and malice. He was an
you. I send you Christmas greetings and adept at stealing up, to snap at a foot,
hope God will send you his blessings. I creeping into the ice-house, or snatching a
have no Father and no Mummie and you peasant's chicken. His hind-legs had been
are all I have left." slashed again and again, twice he had
Vanka raised his eves to the dark been strung up, he was beaten within an
window-pane, in which the reflection of the inch of his life every week, but he survived
candle flickered, and in his imagination it all.
distinctly saw his grandfather, Konstantin Grandad was probably standing at
Makarich, who was night watchman on the the gate at this moment, screwing up his
estate of some gentlefolk called Zhivarev. eves to look at the bright red light coming
from the church windows, or stumping
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about in his felt boots, fooling with the you and I will always pray for you do take
servants. His rattle would be fastened to his me away from here or I'll die... "
belt. He would be throwing out his arms and Vanka's lips twitched, he rubbed his
hugging himself against the cold, or, with eyes with a black fist and gave a sob.
his old man's titter, pinching a maid, or one "I will grind your snuff for you," he
of the cooks. "Have a nip," he would say, went on. "I will pray for you and you can
holding out his snuffbox to the women. flog me as hard as you like if I am naughty.
The women would take a pinch and And if you think there is nothing for me to
sneeze. Grandfather would be overcome do, I will ask the steward to take pity on me
with delight, breaking out into jolly laughter, and let me clean the boots or I will go as a
and shouting: shepherd-boy instead of Fedya. Dear
"Good for frozen noses!" Grandad, I can’t stand it. It is killing me. I
Even the dogs would be given snuff. thought I would run away on foot to the
Kashtanka would sneeze, shake her head village, but I have no boots and I was afraid
and walk away, offended. But Eel, too polite of the frost. And when I grow up to be a
to sneeze, would wag his tail. And the man I will look after you and I will not let
weather was glorious. The air still, anyone hurt you and when you die, I will
transparent. fresh. It was a dark night, but pray for your soul like I do for my Mummie.
the whole village with its white roofs, the "Moscow is such a big town there
smoke rising from the chimneys, the trees, are so many gentlemen’s houses and such
silver with rime, the snow-drifts, could be a lot of horses and no sheep and the dogs
seen distinctly. The sky was sprinkled with are not a bit fierce. The boys don’t go about
gaily twinkling stars, and the Milky Way with the star at Christmas and they don’t let
stood out as clearly as if newly scrubbed for you sing in church and once I saw them
the holiday and polished with snow.... selling fish-hooks in the shop all together
Vanka sighed, dipped his pen in the with the lines and for any fish you like very
ink, and went on writing: good ones and there was one would hold a
"And yesterday I had such a hiding. sheat-fish weighing thirty pounds and I
The master took me by the hair and have seen shops where there are all sorts
dragged me out into the yard and beat me of guns just like the master has at home
with the stirrup-strap because by mistake I they must cost a hundred rubles each. And
went to sleep rocking their baby. And one in the butchers’ shops there are grouse and
day last week the mistress told me to gut a wood-cock and hares but the people in the
herring and I began from the tail and she shop don’t say where they were shot.
picked up the herring and rubbed my face "Dear Grandad when they have a
with the head. The other apprentices make Christmas tree at the big house take a
fun of me, they send me to the tavern for gilded nut for me and put it away in the
vodka and make me steal the masters’ green chest. Ask Miss Olga Ignatvevna tell
cucumbers and the master beats me with her it’s for Vanka."
the first thing he finds. And there is nothing Vanka gave a sharp sigh and once
to eat. They give me bread in the morning more gazed at the windowpane. He
and gruel for dinner and in the evening remembered his grandfather going to get a
bread again, but I never get tea or cabbage Christmas tree for the gentry, and taking his
soup they gobble it all rip themselves. And grandson with him. Oh, what happy times
they make me sleep in the passage and those had been! Grandfather would give a
when their baby cries, I don’t get any sleep chuckle, and the frost-bound wood
at all I have to rock it. Dear Grandad for the chuckled, and Vanka, following their
dear Lords sake take me away from here example, chuckled, too. Before chopping
take me home to the village I can’t bear it down the fir-tree, Grandfather would smoke
any longer. Oh, Grandad I beg and implore a pipe, take a long pinch of snuff, and laugh
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at the shivering Vanka... The young fir- And I send my love to Alyona one-eyed
trees, coated with frost, stood motionless, Yegor and the coachman and don’t give my
waiting to see which one of them was to concertina to anyone. I remain your
die. And suddenly a hare would come grandson Ivan Zhukov dear Grandad do
leaping over a snow-drift, swift as an come."
arrow... Grandfather could never help Vanka folded the sheet of paper in
shouting: four and put it into an envelope which he
"Stop it, stop it ... stop it! Oh, you had bought the day before for a kopek...
stub-tailed devil!" Then he paused to think, dipped his pen
Grandfather would drag the tree to into the ink-pot, wrote: "To Grandfather in
the big house, and they would start the village," scratched his head, thought
decorating it... Miss Olga Ignatyevna, again, then added:
Vanka's favorite, was the busiest of all. "TO KONSTANTIN MAKARICH"
While Pelageva, Vanka's mother, was alive Pleased that no one had prevented
and in service at the big house, Olga him from writing, he put on his cap and ran
Ignatyevna used to give Vanka sweets, and out into the sheet without putting his coat
amuse herself by teaching him to read, on over his shirt.
write and count to a hundred, and even to The men at the butcher's told him,
dance the quadrille. But when Pelageya when he asked them the day before, that
died, the orphaned Vanka was sent down to letters are put into letter-boxes, and from
the back kitchen to his grandfather, and these boxes sent all over the world on mail
from there to Moscow, to Alyakhin the coaches with three horses and drunken
shoemaker... drivers and jingling bells. Vanka ran as far
"Come to me dear Grandad," as the nearest letter-box and dropped his
continued Vanka. "I beg you for Christs precious letter into the slit...
sake take me away from here. Pity me An hour later, lulled by rosy hopes,
unhappy orphan they beat me all the time he was fast asleep... He dreamed of a
and I am always hungry, and I am so stove. On the stove-ledge sat his
miserable here I can’t tell you I cry all the grandfather, his bare feet dangling, reading
time. And one day the master hit me over the letter to the cooks... Eel was walking
the head with a last and I fell down and backwards and forwards in front of the
thought I would never get rip again. I have stove, wagging his tail... -1886-
such a miserable life worse than a dog’s. Source:ceibiblio.org:
https://www.ibiblio.org/eldritch/ac/vanka.html
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4. How would the meaning change if the Point of view is 3rd person point of view or an observer
story is told by Vanka?
5. What are the actions (thoughts) and
motivations of Vanka?
6. How do they relate/contribute to the
theme of the story?
7. What is the setting and how did it
influence the actions of Vanka?
8. How is the plot narrated? How does it Vanka is a frame story—it means that it is a ‘story
affect the meaning of the story? within a story’. a. The main plot shows Vanka writing a
letter. b. Then his memory of his grandfather is
narrated by the 3rd person narrator c. while his
experiences with his master are narrated/written by
Vanka in his letter. The plot moves from present to
past and vice versa.
9. What recurrences of words, images,
and symbols do you notice?
10. What can you say about the The ending implies that Vanka’s letter will not reach
dénouement or ending? his grandfather because the address in incomplete.
B.Assessment
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Using the questions on the above reading logs as a reference, write a short
formalist criticism or essay on a short story that you have read in class or in your
modules. You may follow the sequence in the reading log or start with the
question/answer in the log that interests you most.
Write one paragraph for the introduction. Here you will include the title of the
selection, the author, and the theme of the short story (or a 1-2 sentence summary). If you
want to start with what interests you most, answer the question in paragraph form.
Then, compose the body of the essay with the help of the questions in the reading
log. Prove your answers by quoting lines from the short story.
Lastly, end with a conclusion. The conclusion must show that the elements of the
short story relate to the theme and how the elements help create the meaning of the story.
Below is the rubric for scoring.
CRITERIA POINTS
Content – Clear topic, body with supporting details, good introduction, strong conclusion 20
Presentation – Logical organization, one idea one paragraph, clear introduction & conclusion 20
Mechanics – Few errors in grammar, punctuation, sentence structure, and spelling 20
Application of the theory – answers formalist questions (like the questions in the reading
log), shows connections among elements, does not enumerate, elements but shows how the 40
coming together of the elemnets create meaning,
IV. REFERENCES
Bodie, A. D. (2012). Theory into Practice: An Introduction to Literary Criticism. Boston MA:
Wadsworth Cengage Learning.
Chekhov, A. (1886). Vanka by Anton Chekhov. Retrieved from ibiblio.org:
https://www.ibiblio.org/eldritch/ac/vanka.html
Dickinson Waidner-Spahr Library. (2020, August). Criticism: Literature, Film & Drama:
Literature Criticism. Retrieved from Dickinson.edu: https://libguides.dickinson.edu/criticism
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