My favorite poem


My favorite poem is a poem by Alexander Trifonovich Tvardovsky… no, not about war. About love. In fact, this is a declaration of love to the bride, but not his own, but a stranger. It is called “The Bride”.

The boy and the girl were growing up together, they were playing, “… the dust was trampled down by the dam.” Everyone called this girl a boy’s bride. Every time I read the poem, I clearly see the girl in a short dress, with two thin pigtails. I see a barefoot boy. They play together, share with each other their sorrows, maybe, sometimes they fight. And then they grew up. Instead of a thin girl – a slender girl with a thick beautiful braid, instead of a buxom boy – a tall boy. And this young man understands that everything has changed:

We grew up with you, and someone
Ros in quite a different place
And in half a year earned
all your love at once.

So the girl became the bride of the other

– the bride is already serious. Having met a friend of her childhood, she talked to him about her future husband all evening:

All you live and breathe,
All true, pure, like a mother.
Nothing can not be
helped, And there’s nothing to write.

The guy did not take offense. And what’s the point? The sweet little girl grew up and fell in love for real. She fell in love the way Russian women do, with all her heart, without looking back. Soon she will become a faithful wife and a caring mother. And for him it is lost forever. And the young man says goodbye to her:

Let him be brave,
Let the famous,
Let him beat the record,
But let my bride
like her well, Damn! ..

All. The poem ends. Only it seems to me that it has not been written. One can only guess that the hero will never forget his naive childhood love and his “bride.” Of course, he will marry, he will have children. One day, perhaps, he will also jokingly call his little daughter the bride of a neighboring boy. And, looking at her, she will remember her “bride”. She will think whether she lives well with her husband, whether he loves her, whether she has justified her hopes. And if she ever finds out that she is doing well, she will be very happy. The main thing is that she should be happy, albeit with another, but happy.


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My favorite poem