What is nature? This is God’s temple and workshop, but it is necessary to manage in it reasonably, not only to preserve unique treasures, but also to multiply them for the sake of the welfare of their children and grandchildren. Nature fascinates and inspires us with its beauty, brings joy of life and delight from every day lived. How can you not pay attention to the magnificent forest, the brilliant river in the sun, succulent fields. These amazing views remain forever in our memory. And we should be grateful to nature for that harmony, silence, tranquility, must cherish it, protect it. But, unfortunately, there are people who, like barbarians, plunder the riches that nature has endowed us with.
How to treat your native places, be able to admire the beautiful, learns Us Usov in the novel “Star in the Snow,” in which the author describes a moonless night, and above his head narrowed by white peaks, a black bluish sky. Large, brightly shining stars. “The
first impression,” says the writer, “is indelible.” And those stars in the moonless mountains were remembered to him – the black sky, mountains piled high on it – large unfamiliar luminaries, behind them sparkles of small ones. A beautiful picture of the starry sky fills the soul of MV Usov with mighty power. Contemplating this inhuman beauty, the author experiences “rapture and daring”. He feels because he knows how to perceive living impressions, to see and understand the beauty of mountains, rivers and skies with his eyes and ears, with all his senses, he teaches this and teaches us, readers, so that in communication with nature, in no time, we could be left with a festive uplifting and spirituality, when even stones may appear alive, and in the outline of the mountains you will notice a crease behind a fold, soft roundness, and in a moment you will see a female figure. Here it is, a bright perception of nature as beautiful.
But in the story of V. Astafyev “Lyudochka” it is shown that people are indifferent to the nature that surrounds them. What kind of admiration
and contemplation can be said when in the city park builders dug out a ditch to lay a pipe, cut down the trees on the site where beautiful flowers used to grow. And what turned the park. Dug ditches, mud, “durnolesya and durnotravie: elder, raspberry, salmon, volchatnik, wild cormorant, not giving birth to berries, and everywhere spreading wormwood.” How could a person allow such a cruel destruction of nature? Where is the careful attitude of mother earth, the enjoyment of the surrounding beauty. V. Astafiev says that people “fuck up” everything that they got from nature, enslaved it. So you want to exclaim: “Is there anything more monstrous than an ungrateful man, ungrateful to his native land!”
I can conclude: we must always remember that if we take care of nature carefully, it will give each of us a minute of charm, and if we walk on our native land as a barbarian, then nature will never reveal to us its innumerable beauties.
