Love cherish the love

There was such a case. A young man came to the editor of a youth newspaper. He was ready to pay a lot of money for printing one single line: “Larissa, I love you, forgive me, Sasha.”

The announcement was printed. The next day something unimaginable began. Phones in the office did not stop. The girls called from whom the beloved left, women who lost their husbands. Called with children and without, married and divorced. They called Larissa, by fate they were separated from their Sasha. They called and begged, asked, they demanded to give the name or address of the author of the announcement.

In a city with a million population, thousands of Larisses and thousands of Sash. And there are Lyudmila, Elena, Natasha and Kolya, Dima, Seryozha. And everyone – an acute heartache and anticipation of happiness. And how many of them, loving, lost each other in this vast world, exchanged for trifles, forgot about the main: “I love you!” And around –

“buy”, selling…

“Forgive me!” And next to it – “Vote for me” and “The fool himself!” Why are people so stupid? Do not appreciate their happiness? Why. It’s so simple: “I love you!” – and no problems. “Forgive me!” – and you want to run rushing headlong to him, forgetting about everything: about business, about problems, about pride… Marina Tsvetaeva’s heroine of her “The Tale of Sonechka” says something like this: “Why are they so greedy, why? I have nothing I just do not ask, just say one single word: I love everything, and I’ll believe it, I often think: “Just say it, I will not check it!” And it’s easier for him to turn mountains… Why are they so greedy?! ” Really, why? Sometimes you want to scream: “People! Stop! There is no need for separation anymore!” No more sacrifices are needed. “Know how to love!

Oh, love is a raging run,

A life that burns and disturbs!

Man, when he is a man,

Without love in

the world can not live.

And we live, to ourselves in spite of. We throw our loved ones, break up, leave and only then understand that we have lost happiness, we understand when it’s too late. But the solution is very simple: “Do not part with your loved ones.” Throughout many centuries, this truth has been confirmed. In the works of almost every writer you can find her echoes. Here, at least, AS Griboedov, “Woe from Wit”. Usually this work is not considered in this aspect. Maybe the author himself did not think about it. But he created the work, and it lives a separate life. Personally, I drew attention to this side. Chatsky and Sophia. He comes with hope, with faith, with love, but his hot impulses cool Sophia, brings him back to earth from a land of dreams and dreams. Chatsky is disappointed, devastated, even feels unjustly offended. It seems, how not to sympathize with him, poor, unhappy, rejected? But no. A little regret, of course, you can, however:

Three years did not write two words!

And suddenly he burst out like a cloud.

From Chatsky’s speeches, we can conclude that at one time, before separation, Sophia loved him. Only he would not have been missing for three years abroad, and ten years – maybe even more would love?

Men very often find strange ways of expressing their love. And then it turns out that women are frivolous, unfaithful, insidious, etc. But you only need to remember in time: “Do not part with your loved ones” or “Love to cherish the love”.

How difficult it is sometimes to find the right path from the soul to the soul! Let us recall the famous Lermontov poem, in which we are talking about the frigid mutual coldness of lovers:

They loved each other for so long and affectionately

With longing deep and passion insanely rebellious!

But, like enemies, they avoided confession and meeting,

And their brief speeches were empty and cold.

They parted in a silent and proud affliction,

And a sweet image in a dream only occasionally.

A similar situation can be observed in the “Song of Songs” by Sholom Aleichem.

Young people hid their love not only from each other, but from themselves too. And then Shilik left. And I lost my happiness, I lost forever. He returned, and Buza – the bride. Somebody’s a bride, not his. Although she loved him and continues to love. And in the end – instead of a “romantic journey” in life – a “broken heart”. And what is the fault? The fact that people forget this eternal and beautiful truth: “Love to cherish your love.” Is all this little to prove her justice?

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Love cherish the love