Man and nature, man and earth – this theme in our time is brought to life by moral and ethical motives. New factories are being built, huge stations are being built, gas and oil pipelines are being built. All this can be called technical progress. But this is on the one hand. And on the other – it is for this reason that forests are dying, water bodies are polluted, wildlife is destroyed. For many years we have been saying that man is the master of nature, but it is this owner who often leaves behind barren, lifeless spaces.
Many works are written about nature and its beauties. Writers and poets have turned to this topic. The relationship between man and nature excited S. Yesenin and N. Zabolotsky, M. Prishvin and K. Paustovsky, V. Astafiev and V. Belov, C. Aitmatov and
So, in M. Prishvin’s novel “Zhen-shen” there are only two characters: the Chinese Luven and the narrator; but the heroes are also trees, and rocks, and deer, and a stream – in short, all nature. It is Louvain with the assistance of nature that heals the narrator from the loneliness and frustration that embraced him, the Russian man, after the Japanese war. Nature returned the lyrical hero to life, he was cured of his spiritual ailments.
The author looks at the “secrets of nature”. Heroes are silent and listen to silence. But this is only apparent silence. In fact, nature talks, sings, lives. “What was in silence with our long silence? A countless number, an unheard-of, unimaginable number of grasshoppers, crickets, cicadas and other musicians, played this silence all the while: they do not hear them at all if you find a balance for calm and free thought. And maybe all these innumerable musicians do their music in such a way that you take part in it in your own way, stop noticing them, and that’s why some real, unusual, lively creative silence begins. And somewhere else the stream runs, too, it seems, in silence; but if the course of calm thought from some accidental memory breaks off and an impossible desire to say something to someone close to break out even in
For the author, nature is life itself. That is why the rock cries, the heart has a stone, and it beats like a man; that’s why the narrator listens to the whisper of the sea tide, the breath of forest plants, the cheerful talk of a stream. Everything breathes, everything lives.
It is the person who must do everything in order that the nature does not die, nor die. He is responsible for the future of nature. It depends on it whether rocks, stones, streams will speak. And in our time it’s so important. Now, when nuclear power plants are exploding, when petrol runs through the rivers and from pure blue ponds, they turn into black dirty tapes, when whole forest tracts disappear, a person should, just have to ponder and ask himself: what will remain on our planet? Will our grandchildren go to the forest for mushrooms and berries, will they be able to swim in the sunny day in the lake, and then take shelter in the shade of a birch grove? Perhaps that is why today the “green” societies are being created. All these issues are of concern to people who have merged into environmental parties and unions. It’s good that there are such unions. And yet, in order to protect nature from death, in order to preserve its wealth, it is necessary for every person to understand that nature is our home, our temple, for which we are all responsible. And everyone should put in order the surrounding corner, everyone should be able to really love, understand and protect nature.
In the novel Do not Shoot the White Swans, the author’s thought about the responsibility of man for nature is especially strong. Boris Vasiliev talks about the peasant family Polushkin. Yegor, the protagonist of the novel, is a man who grew up among nature and is accustomed to it, he can not dig ditches in the village in a straight line led by a foreman, since he had an anthill on his way. This devotion to nature is incomprehensible to the boss, and he is right in his own way: the pipes of the water pipe are straight. Difficult and useless life seems to Egor until he returns to his native element: he becomes a forester.
In the forest, Yegor feels himself the master, cares about the nature entrusted to him: he is worried by the behavior of the visiting “tourists”, the lake that has become empty from poachers. With bitterness he says: “I belong to the Black Lake, and before that it was called Lebyazhiy.” And how many such black lakes in the country are wonderful – it’s scary to think about that! “So it would be necessary to create such things so that they will become voiced back: Lebyazhyimi or Gusinymi not to Black, that’s our concern! “
Yegor tragically dies, but the business he started continues to live, he is picked up by Kolka’s son, nonna teacher, forest ranger Yuri Petrovich. The novel “Do not shoot white swans” is not a “dispute” between town and country, between urban culture and nature, it is something in common that can be combined with one thought. The whole novel is a call to all: “People, take care of nature, take care of our land, take care of each other!”
When we talk about nature, we talk about our land, our homeland, Russia. Let the voices of birds never cease in our Russia, let the forests rustle, grasshoppers chirp, let nature live and breathe.