We call the land mother, mother, nurse, sing her hymns and praise. It’s only in words. In fact, we act with it immorally and cruelly, we have long forgotten that it is alive. Like all living things, she waited for mercy. But there was an alienation.
We, our generation, do not know what kind of nature we saw in the last century. But we can imagine it thanks to the captivating landscapes of IS Turgenev, LN Tolstoy, IA Bunin. Here is how Bunin depicts the nature: Everything was dazzled with warm silver: steamy air, unsteady sunlight, curly whiteness of the clouds, gently shining in the sky and in the clearings of water among the islands of the kugi and water lilies; everywhere it was so shallow that you could see the bottom with the underwater grasses, but somehow
In the story of Lyudochka V. Astafiev raises many problems, including environmental ones. In the city park people dug out a ditch and built a pipe along it, but they forgot to bury it. Black, with crooked knees, as if trampled down by cattle, lay a pipe in steaming clay, hissed, hovered, boiling hot bush. The trees over the ditch got sick, snickers. There was always a stink in the park. The environment itself became hostile to man. In this situation, and gets the main character of the work. It was hard for Lyudochka, who came from the village to the city, with her pure soul to adapt to the surrounding life, to get used to the urban reality. And this fragile, sickly girl, who has kept her soul in a nightmare situation, causes only respect and pity. Astafyev, talking about the fate of Lyudochka, says not only about the ecology of nature, but also about the ecology of the soul.
The problem of the relationship between man and nature is also considered by Boris Vasiliev in the novel Do not shoot at white swans. The protagonist of the work Yegor Polushkin infinitely loves nature, everything that surrounds him. He always works on conscience, lives quietly, but always guilty. The reason for this is that Egor could not break the harmony of nature, he was afraid to invade the living world. The hero understood nature, and she understood it. Only Polushkin and his son Kolka could dog most zlyuschih in two words to calm down. Only he could hear and understand the silence, see the beauty of the resting nature, her dream, and the only thing he wanted was to scoop up this untouched beauty with his palms and gently, without stirring or splashing, to bring it to people. But people did not understand it and thought it was not adapted to life. And Yegor called to protect and respect his native land. No man is a king to her, nature is something. It’s not the king, it’s bad for the tsar to be called. He’s her son, the eldest son. So be reasonable, do not drive mamma into the coffin. At the end of the novel, Yegor perishes at the hands of those who do not understand the beauty of nature, who are accustomed only to conquer it. But the son of Polushkin, Kolka, who, hopefully, can replace his father, grows up. He will love and respect his native land, cherish it.
The problem of the relationship between man and nature is raised by other contemporaries. This Chingiz Aitmatov, who showed in his novel Plakh, as a man with his own hands destroys the multicolored and sparsely populated world of nature. The writer warns that the senseless extermination of animals threatens earthly prosperity. Putting a person in the position of the king in relation to animals, the author shows that such a position of man is fraught with tragedy. That nature will avenge man for the extermination of smaller brothers.
This problem worries and Valentine Rasputin. In the story Fire most strongly felt opposition of a harmonious nature to an imperfect person. After the fire, the spring gathers the surviving and the undone in one live, and people do not understand this.
In their writings, writers appeal primarily to each of us. It should be remembered that man and nature are concepts that are inseparable from each other. By killing nature, a person condemns himself to death. Human relations are broken not only with nature, but also with their own kind. Bitterly exclaims the hero of the novel B. Vasiliev: Sirotinochka we: with the earth-mother in disagreement, with the forest-father in a quarrel, with a sister river in the separation of bitter. And there is nothing to stand on, and there is nothing to lean against, and refresh yourself with nothing. People should remember that they are responsible to those who lived on this earth, and even more to those who will live after them. As a bell on the tower of the veche, the title of V. Rasputin’s story sounds. Fire. Writers seem to call us: People! Stop and look back! With what you will come in the XXI century.