The book is the man’s best friend
The book went a long way in history before it acquired the kind that it has today. She became our friend and helper, who never betrays or leaves alone. The book educates us, shapes our views, answers complex questions. Reading enriches our spiritual world, and from this our life becomes more interesting, fuller and richer. A person at any age finds food for the mind in books. As Diderot said, “people stop thinking when they stop reading.”
From recently read books I remember the story of B. Vasiliev “Tomorrow was a war…”. This book is about the true and selfless friendship of adolescents, about the readiness to come to the aid of a friend and to support in a difficult moment. The main heroine of the work is the ninth-grade student Iskra Polyakova. After reading the story, you understand that this name was chosen by the author not accidentally. The name determines the character and actions of the heroine. Where Iskra appears, life begins to be beaten
Vika Lyuberetskaya is the exact opposite of the Spark. Beautiful, intelligent, not age-independent, Vika does not accept excessive categorical and reckless conviction of the Spark. At the same time, she is drawn to Iskra. She intuitively feels that the Iskra is the person who does not betray and will not leave in a difficult moment. And when Vika’s family is in trouble, only Iskra does not turn away from her friend. Moreover, she makes a desperate attempt to defend Vika’s good name, support her and protect her.
Despite all the efforts of Spark, Vika does not stand it. The only way out of the tragic situation seems to her sleeping pills. She believes that it is the tablets that can save her from internal splitting and help to avoid the situation when one is forced to renounce the dearest – the name of the father.
Suicide Vicky is not a momentary weakness, but a manifestation of the nobility of the soul. She could not abandon the
There are books that, after reading, the person puts aside and never remembers them. To others he addresses constantly, throughout his life. It is these books he takes in hand in difficult moments. And they, as best friends, always soothe and help.
For me, such a book is a novel by B. Okudzhava “The Travel of Dilettantes.” This is a romantic story about the love of Prince Myatlev to Lavinia Bravura. Subtle, penetrating and poetically described by the author, she fills the soul with bright and pure feelings and thoughts. You seem to feel like an involuntary participant in events. And it’s almost like Lavinia, and you first meet Prince Myatlev in the winter garden, to fall in love once and for all Life. With genuine interest, you follow their correspondence and understand that before you are two people, who are usually said to be created for each other. For happiness they need very little: just be next to each other.
But can there be a cloudless path for lovers? And already as an obstacle before them there are the husband and parents of Lavinia, the sister of Prince Myatlev and even the Emperor Nicholas himself. They are doing everything to separate lovers. Lavinia and Myatlev try to escape from the stuffy Petersburg, but they are caught and returned, accompanied by a gendarme officer. Prince Myatlev is referred to the Caucasus, Lavinia is taken abroad. However, she returns to the capital, learns that her beloved is wounded, and, defying the high-society conventions, secretly flees to the Caucasus.
At some point, it seems that the worst is over: lovers are together again, happy again. Alas, their happiness is once again short-lived. Nowhere is it possible to hide from the all-seeing eye of the emperor, to whom the insulted husband of Lavinia addresses with the lowest request. And the prince, after discharge from the hospital, is sent to a remote village, and Lavinia is escorted home.
But still, love is stronger than all obstacles. At the end of the novel we see its triumph. Love conquers all prohibitions and all conventions. And because of the soul becomes purer, lighter and more joyful.
Nowadays it is increasingly said that books have no future. They are gradually being replaced by cinema, radio, television and computers. Of course, the computer’s information capabilities are almost limitless, but it seems to me that reading books can not be replaced by anything else. And if we assume that modern means of communication will still push the book, I am sorry for the man of the XXI century, who will be deprived of the joy of communication through the book with the characters of M. Cervantes, A. Pushkin, I. Turgenev, L. Tolstoy, F. Dostoyevsky, M. Bulgakov, the musical poetry of A. Fet, A. Blok, M. Tsvetaeva, B. Okudzhava.