The work on the subject of indifference
The problem of people’s indifference to each other.
“Indifference is the paralysis of the soul,” wrote the famous Russian writer AP Chekhov. Indeed, sincere callousness is sometimes more painful than anger, hatred, cruelty.
In front of me is a fragment from the story of K. G. Paustovsky “Telegram”, in which, in my opinion, the author also raises the problem of indifference of people to each other.
The author reveals it on the example of the relationship between Nastia and her mother – Katerina Ivanovna. The writer draws the reader’s attention to the fact that the old mother loves her daughter and dreams of caressing her for the last time. But the author bitterly notes that Nastya threw the person closest to her (“How Katerina Ivanovna lived… nobody knows”). K. G. Paustovsky, condemns the behavior of Nastya, therefore, does not indicate the reasons why she does not visit her mother. And the landscape description
The author’s position is very clear. K. Paustovsky, of course, believes that caring for the elderly, helpless people is a sacred matter, especially if these people are your parents.
It is impossible not to agree with the opinion of the writer. We should be kinder and more attentive to each other, respond to someone else’s pain and misfortune, take care of their loved ones and relatives. Whatever the parents, children should not leave them in trouble. Russian literature has repeatedly addressed this problem.
Princess Mary Bolkonskaya from Leo Tolstoy’s novel-epic “War and Peace” loves, respects his father and cares about him until his death, although the old prince
But another daughter – the heroine of the story “Stationmaster” A. Pushkin – had the good fortune to have a kind-hearted and tender father. However, her fatal passion for the hussar makes her commit cruelty – she secretly runs away from home, not having received the blessing of her parent and not telling him anything about herself. Distraught by grief, his father drinks and dies, and his daughter appears only on his grave.
Reading the sad lines of the story of K. G. Paustovsky, you begin to reflect on how important it is not to repeat the mistakes of Katerina Ivanovna’s daughter, that you should always find time for your parents, give them your love and attention, and also that one should not pass by someone else’s misfortune. Attention, sympathy, compassion – that’s what can save us, people, from the cold.
(1) Katerina Ivanovna never complained about anything, except for her senile weakness.
(2) But I knew from my neighbor and the stupid good old man Ivan Dmitriev, the guard at the fire shed, that Katerina Ivanovna was alone in the world. (3) Nastya’s daughter has not come here for the fourth year-she’s forgotten, then mother, and days Katerina Ivanovna has a few. (4) The hour is not even, and she will die without seeing her daughter, not caressing her, not touching her fair-haired hair of “charming beauty” (as Katerina Ivanovna said about them).
(5) Nastya sent money to Katerina Ivanovna, but even then it happened with interruptions. (6) As Katerina Ivanovna lived during these breaks, no one knows.
(7) Once Katerina Ivanovna asked me to accompany her to the garden, where she had not been since early spring, and she did not let weakness go. (8) – My dear, – said Katerina Ivanovna, – so you do not exact me from the old one.
(9) I want to remember the past, at the end I look at the garden. (10) In it, as a girl, I was read by Turgenev. (11) And I planted some trees myself.
(12) She dressed very long. (13) I put on an old warm handkerchief, a warm kerchief, and, holding tightly to my hand, slowly descended from the porch.
(14) It was already evening. (15) The garden is flying around. (16) The leaves did not let go. (17) They loudly cracked and moved underfoot, a green star lit on a green dawn. (18) A sickle of the month hung far over the forest. (19) Katerina Ivanovna stopped near a weather-beaten linden tree, leaned her hand against it and cried.
(20) I held her tight so that she did not fall. (21) She cried like very old people, not ashamed of her tears.
(22) – God forbid, my dear, – she said to me, – live to such a lonely old age! (23) God forbid you!
(24) I cautiously led her home and thought: how happy I would be if I had such a mother!
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