I, for example, really love the “Letter to the Mother” by SA Esenin. This image in his work is inextricably linked with the image of a village house with blue shutters, birches at the outskirts, the road that goes into the distance. The poet says:
I’m still the same gentle
And I dream only of that,
So as soon as possible from the longing of a rebellious
Go back to our low house.
The very nature of the mother laid the desire to take care of their children, protect them from life’s misfortunes, troubles. However, this has its reverse side. Let us recall Oblomov, who thanks to the excessive care of his mother became a weak-willed, unemotional, lazy person.
Every mother wants happiness and goodness for her child, and, it seems,
In Bogomolov’s story “My Heart’s Pain” the guys who returned from the war avoid looking into the eyes of the mother of their classmate who died at the front, reading a mute reproach and piercing sorrow.
In the book of V. Astafiev “Zatei” there is a short essay “Yesenin sing”. With pain, the author writes about how the lonely old women live in remote villages, all forgotten. They are going to one house in winter, so it’s easier to pass the winter together. They have neither mail nor TV. Bread – and that is rarely brought. Only for the summer come to them children and grandchildren from the city. They bring them a grid with orange oranges and bright “overseas” rejuvenation, which is already out of fashion in the city. So these women live from summer to summer, hoping for the next meeting with children and grandchildren.
The mother’s heart can endlessly wait and forgive. In the story “Telegram” K. Paustovsky very touchingly writes about the fate of the old woman Katerina Petrovna. She
The story of V. Rasputin’s “Woman’s Conversation” is interesting and instructive. A fifteen-year-old granddaughter tries to prove to her grandmother that the family, the children heavily burden the woman, interfere with her career, and in general interfere with interesting living. With this can not agree grandmother, in the difficult years of the war, raising children and drawing in them only the power to live.