Friendship is one of the brightest and most significant feelings for a person. A real friendship arises between people who are tender, careful and patient with each other. Perhaps that is why, in their works, philosophers, writers and poets have always turned to the theme of friendship, reviving it with new colors and revealing its new facets.
“The world has become a desert, and we are all trying to find comrades in it,” says Saint Exupery rightly, the creator of the beautiful philosophical fairy tale parable “The Little Prince.” The protagonist of the writer lives on such a tiny planet that at the same time can see the sunset and sunrise. His only friend is a beautiful, but very whimsical rose.
Tired of the vagaries of the arrogant flower, the little prince goes on a journey, in search of friends. After all, traveling is always a new experience and new acquaintances. But the first meeting with the king, ruling the world without subjects, brings the little prince a disappointment. Does not find our hero of satisfaction and in communication with the drunkard, whose whole life passes in the eternal fog of a hangover. Bad to the Little Prince and a man who constantly believes something, and with a lantern, every evening lighting up the lights. None of them can become a friend, because they do not know what friendship is.
Everything changes for the Little Prince when he gets to Earth. Here, on a huge beautiful planet, there is so much light, air, greenery, beautiful and unusual colors. Here he meets Fox, who says: “You are responsible for those who have tamed.” And these words awaken in the soul of the Little Prince a sense of guilt for the defenseless rose left alone. He begins to realize the pricelessness of that single flower that remained on his small planet. The little prince understands the meaning of the expression that “one’s heart is sharp only, you do not see much of it”, and comes to the conclusion: “I should not have run, behind these miserable tricks of the flower and his tricks I had to guess the tenderness.”
Following the Little Prince, we come to the conviction that we should not look for friends on distant planets, when there is at least one creature at home who needs you, who loves you and waits and without which you yourself become bored.
A small, wiry Dinka from the story of the same name V. Oseeva with great difficulty withstands a long separation from Lyonka – his close friend and protector. The days seem endlessly long, and nothing pleases before a cheerful and mischievous girl. She peers into the distance and waits for the appearance of a white steamer, on which Lenka sailed away. She lives a dream that someday she will be able to swim all day with Lyonka, sunbathe, drink...
In turn, Lenka also misses Dinka in distant Kazan. Neither the new “clothes” nor the new impressions and duties can distract his thoughts from a little girlfriend who has stayed on a distant shore and whom he lovingly calls Macaque.
About saving, unifying, helping to survive in incredibly difficult conditions, A. Pristavkin tells in his novel “The Golden Cloud slept”.
Summer of 1944. Those who sent children from Russian orphanages are taken to the south, to the liberated lands of the Caucasus, to feed them. However, the humane idea turns into a terrible tragedy, which kills both adults and children.
In the center of the writer’s attention is the fate of the twin brothers Kuzminykh. Outwardly, they are similar to each other as two drops of water, but the nature and behavior are very different. Inventive and naive, practical and generous, grasping and simple-hearted, the boys among the children’s children fall into the Caucasus and find themselves in the hearth of a fratricidal fratricidal war.
The empty villages, untidy fields give rise to an incomprehensible inner alarm in Kuzmenshah. Feeling of fear grows and spreads when the brothers try to figure out who shot the teacher Regina Petrovna? Who and why blew up the truck, killing a dashing twenty-year-old driver Vera, who drove the children’s homes along the dusty road from the station to the cannery?
Soon Kuzmenshi learns about the Chechens – people who, at the behest of Stalin, were expelled from their native land. One cruelty causes retaliatory brutality, and already innocent children have to run through the thickets of corn, hearing the trampling of horses’ hoofs, the noise of the chase, the guttural talk, and expect every minute of death. Why should Kolka experience a mortal fear that turns him into a little animal? Why should Sashka hang on the fence with a ripped belly stuffed with bunches of yellow corn, with a cob that protrudes in his mouth?
And after the death of his brother, fate brings Kolka with a Chechen boy, as homeless and lonely. They – both orphans, both victims of cruel circumstances – the inhuman hostility of adults oppose their childhood friendship. In the mountains of Kolka, death threatens, and Alhuzur begs his fellow tribesman to spare the named brother; in the valley, danger lies in wait for Alkhuzur, and now Kuzmensh closes himself a small Chechen. Children swear to themselves that they are brothers, and adults graze before their words. No one can separate the exhausted, clinging boys into each other, because it is for each other that the meaning of a difficult life has opened for them.
Throughout his life, man seeks happiness. Sometimes he does not suspect how close it is. Happy is he who will try to make his neighbor happy. He will acquire in him a sincere and devoted friend.