From the school desk for life, we are engraved in the memory of the phrase: “Work made of a monkey man.” And although recently one can hear arguments in favor of the fact that this is not entirely true, we continue to believe in its immutability.
Labor ennobles a person. In Russian folklore, as well as in the folklore of many peoples of the world, there are a lot of proverbs about labor: “Without labor you can not get a fish out of the pond,” “Work under learning is boring, but the fruit of teaching is tasty”, “Human labor feeds, and laziness spoils “,” Labor is blameless, at least a little, but firmly. “
Man in labor becomes a man. English philosopher T. Carlyle accurately noted: “The most unfortunate of people is one for whom there was no work in the world.”
Let us recall the example of Ilya Ilyich Oblomov, the hero of the eponymous novel by I. Goncharov. In his own way, a kind, sweet, intelligent
and attractive man, he personally destroys his life. But in his youth he was “full of all desires, hopes, expected a lot from fate and himself, everything was preparing for some kind of a career, to some role.” The writer tries to analyze the life of his hero and answer the question: what made him do self-destruction?
Oblomov received a good education, and then entered the service. And here, at once, life was divided for him into two halves. One of them consisted of labor and boredom, which became synonyms for him, the other for peace and peaceful fun. When Oblomov realized that “it is necessary to be at least an earthquake in order not to come to a healthy person for service,” he resigned, stopped traveling to the light and began to lead the life of the recluse. With his soul and body, he grew attached to a comfortable sofa, a spacious dressing gown and wide shoes.
Neglect of any work over time gives rise to apathy and indifference in Oblomov’s soul. Even love for Olga Ilyinskaya can not revive a person in him. Oblomov knows for sure that his relationship with Olga will
gradually turn into a chain of different conventions and duties. One thought that it will be necessary to get up from your favorite couch, to “comply” with the situation, to do business, to be the head of the family, seems to be a murderous hero. After all, all this is labor, and labor requires a certain amount of effort and energy. But these Oblomov qualities have long outlived themselves.
“I thought that I would revive you, that you can still live for me – and you have long since died,” Olga says bitterly.
“Industriousness is one of the indispensable criteria for the dignity of man,” these words, Aitmatov prefaced his novel “… And the day lasts for more than a century”. The main character Yedigei Zhangeldin “is not just a toiler by nature and by occupation, he is a man of an industrious soul.”
At the Boranly-Burannyi exit, Yedigei settled after the war. He lives with the realization that someone needs to get out and plunder the snow in a forty-degree frost, and repair the railway in a scorching heat. And all the time to meet and see off trains that “went from east to west and from west to east.”
During the years of existence, many workers have changed at the crossroads, but none of them stayed here for long: conditions were too heavy and loneliness was unbearably. And only Yedigei lived, worked and felt happy, because he believed: his work is not in vain, it is good for people and trains. In the n people always respected people hard-working, diligent, honored those who have any business in their hands, who put a part of their soul into work.
The romance of P. Zagrebelny’s “Divo” and the poem of D. Kedrin “The Architects” sound like a hymn to such a man-creator. The novel “Divo” tells about the nameless builders of the Hagia Sophia in Ancient Kiev, the poem “Architects” – about the erection of the Church of the Intercession. In both cases, we see the sacrament of creating a shrine – the church of the “beautyless beauty”. We watch how the events unfold, and as if become their direct participants. We see the tanned, tired faces of emaciated masters doing the hard work. At the same time, they are happy, because they try to convey to the stone the warmth of human hands and spiritual tenderness that accompany each of their actions. They weave “patterns of stone lace, how to build poles, and, with their work of pride, a dome of gold burn…” And gradually, before our mind’s eye, a white church rises, like a bride in a wedding dress. For many centuries it has become the personification of diligence and talent of the Russian people.
You can talk endlessly about work and attitude to work. About the educational role of labor, the importance of socially useful work will best be told by Tvardovsky’s lines: “From one metal they pour a medal for battle, a medal for work”. And I would like to finish my reflections with the words of E. Hemingway: “Work is the main thing in life. From all troubles, from all troubles one can find only one deliverance – in work.”