(1) A person rejoices when he grows up. (2) I am happy that I part with my childhood. (3) How! (4) He is independent, big, courageous! (5) And at first this independence seems very serious. (6) But then. (7) Then it becomes sad. (8) And the older the adult, the sadder it is: after all, he sails farther and farther from the shore of his only childhood. (9) Now the house in which you grew up was demolished, and in your heart there was emptiness. (10) Here you closed the kindergarten that you went to – there is now an office. (11) And then you found out: Anna Nikolaevna, your first teacher, has died. (12) There are more and more voids in the heart – no matter how empty it is, terrible, like that edge of light near the staircase on a quiet night: black before you, some cold stars! (13) When a person grows up, his eyes turn dull. (14) He sees no less, even more than in childhood, but the colors turn pale, and the brightness is not the same as before. (15) Without a cold, it’s cold in my soul. (16) It seems to me that everything was better in my childhood. (17) Swifts were hovering overhead – swift birds, whose flight is similar to the track of lightning, and on them we recognized the weather. (18) If you are flying down, directly above your head, with a slight rustling, dissecting the air, then to the rain, and if you wind in shallow dots in bottomless heights, then you can not be afraid of a clear day – the most reliable sign. (19) The sea of dandelions flourished. (20) I was upset because of something, I was upset – go out into the street when the dandelions are blooming, walk two blocks in a sunny path, and you will still remember that it upset you so much, what a nuisance: the dandelions will magically wipe everything in your head. (21) And when will they bloom? (22)... When will the wind blow harder? (23) Feast on the soul, by God! (24) There are clouds in the sky, white, volatile. (25) And from the ground to the clouds billions of parachutes fly up – a real blizzard. (26) On such a day you go jubilant, as if you yourself flew above the ground and looked at it from above. (27) In my childhood, there was a fish in the river, pecking snacks of healthy perch, not that now – any small fry! (28) It seems to me that everything was better, but I know that I am mistaken. (29) Who is given the magic right to compare childhood? (30) What lucky man could begin his life twice to compare the two beginnings? (31) There are no such. (32) My childhood is beautiful to me, and everyone has this right, no matter what time they live. (ЗЗ) But it is a pity to drive away error. (34) I like it and it seems important. (35) I understand: in childhood there is similarity, but there is no repeatability. (36) Every childhood has its own eyes. (37) But how to make it so that, in spite of everything, the world remains childishly beloved? (38) How to do? (39) Is there really no answer?
Analysis of the composition in A. Likhanov’s text
1. The problem of the role of childhood in human life. (What is the role of childhood memories in the life of each person?) Why does a person feel that everything was better as a child?)
1. Children’s impressions are very important for a person: they preserve the joyful perception of the world, the image of their home, their native places. Children’s memories are the most vivid and unforgettable in everyone’s life.
2. The problem of preserving the child’s bright and clear perception of the world in adulthood. (Is it possible to preserve the child’s bright perception of the world?)
2. People want to keep the bright and joyful, as in childhood, perception of the world, but this, as a rule, does not happen.