Anatoly Georgievich Aleksin
CAN YOU HEAR ME?…
Title: Buy the book "Can you hear me?": feed_id: 5296 pattern_id: 2266 book_author: Aleksin Anatoly book_name: Can you hear me?
In the evening, from the plane, the village looked like a luminous dot, an unblinking beacon, which was lost in the endless taiga sea. And to the geologist who came out of the forest, the village seemed like a big city: his eyes had lost the habit of bright lights in three months, and his feet - from asphalt and cobblestones. He was used to wandering along the paths - and now he unnecessarily crossed from one side of the street to the other, as if measuring its width. And in general, everything in this village pleased him, because here exactly in half an hour he was supposed to hear the voice of his wife. No, not to see her, but only to hear ...
He stopped near a one-story house and read the words above the door, which seemed to him the words of a long-awaited telegram written in white, slightly phosphorescent letters on a blue glass plate: "Post, telegraph, telephone." At this late hour, the small semicircular windows of the post office were already lined with cardboard boards with the categorical word "Closed". And the telegraph office and the call center, as always, were awake. Above the table with bumps of dried glue and ink blots, on which letters were written during the day, envelopes and parcels were sealed, people were now bending over, waiting for the telephone operator to call. They did not talk to each other, because they listened intently all the time, afraid to miss the moment when the microphone would come to life, rustle, breathe, and call the cabin number and the name of a distant city in the voice of a telephone operator, which would sound to them like the name of a loved one living there. And they will rush into the glass-enclosed cabin to say something of the most importance, because in the minutes spared for long-distance conversation, one should only talk about the most important things. Each repeated in his mind dozens of times, memorized by heart what he would say, not realizing that the memorized words would be forgotten from excitement and instead of them some completely different, incoherent words and questions would sound, which, perhaps, would be much more accurately conveyed by everything, oh what needs to be said and what needs to be expressed.
And for some reason everyone shouted into the phone: “Can you hear me? Can you hear me?…” This did not mean that the telephone line was not working well. And it didn’t mean that people wanted to check how their voice was heard. They put some other meaning into these words ...
However, not everyone rushed into the cabins, but only the happiest. Sometimes, breathing into the microphone and as if sighing sympathetically, the telephone operator, instead of giving the cabin number and the name of the city, invited those who were waiting to her window. This meant that somewhere far, far away, far away, the phone rings with special long beeps in vain ... Nobody picks up the phone there: the dear person, who was called the subscriber here, is not waiting ...
But the geologist knew that his call was eagerly awaited. Just today, now... And therefore, having sat down at the table, he, like all the others, began to slowly edit the text of the many times considered conversation. Then he glanced at the telephone operator, seated behind a glass partition. This thin girl did everything in such a businesslike manner, in such an adult way, that it was not difficult to guess: quite recently she had been a schoolgirl.
When she wrote out receipts, she bent low over the table, carefully scribbling letters and even sticking out the tip of her tongue, just like she probably wrote essays in literature or tests in mathematics in a school class.
However, the geologist, like everyone who was waiting for the call, was in awe of this girl: she could shorten distances, stop separations, unite human hearts. For some reason, the geologist remembered another girl, just as unpretentious in appearance - the one that two years ago, during a complex operation that he underwent, seemed to him for an hour and a half in a row a goddess in a white coat and a white hat: he did not see the hands of the surgeon saving him, but he saw her eyes, which helped to endure pain and forget about suffering. And it was somehow strange when one day, already recovering, he heard that his snow-white Goddess was arranging a date on the phone in the corridor of the hospital, like all the girls in this world, and became shy, and lost her words on the go ...
The young telephone operator, apparently, also had no idea of her greatness. But she did not smile from shyness, or, perhaps, she simply did not yet know that one could smile at work too. And suddenly, in the same serious, business-like voice, she called the name of the geologist. He rushed to the booths, but no lights flashed in any of them, as happened whenever another city was on the line.
And then he understood (precisely understood, but did not hear) that the telephone operator invited him to her window.
“Your caller is not answering,” she said.
- This can not be! .. - he objected. It's my birthday today and we agreed...
The mention of a birthday acts on children like the mention of a holiday. They attach great importance to this day, because at their age it is only joy. The telephone operator, having firmly decided that such a holiday could not be overshadowed, immediately began to fuss, called the “senior” on the phone and told her:
- It's a friend's birthday. It can't be that they don't answer.
But the "eldest" probably no longer considered a birthday a great day.
How is it "what's special"? – the phone operator was surprised. -
Please check ... They should answer there!
“My wife wanted to congratulate me,” the geologist began to prompt her in a hasty half-whisper. - We agreed that she would be waiting at this time ... I walked many kilometers! We have agreed to…
The telephone operator began to conscientiously repeat his words into the receiver. Then she took the receiver away from her ear a little, because the older one answered her deafeningly loudly, so loudly that even the geologist heard everything - the receiver squealed, choked: “If you mess with everyone so much, you will never learn to work!”
However, the girl did not want to learn how to work the way the handset advised her, she asked the geologist:
“Wait a minute more, please…”
And she started checking again. And he leaned against the glass and suddenly remembered the words of one of his friends, said with a cautious smile - either in jest, or in earnest: “You shouldn’t leave your young wife alone. It is not necessary to experience love, especially with time, it does not withstand such tests. Is it only in novels or films…” Or maybe he really left in vain?
After all, I forgot about my birthday! And she said that she would wait for this day, that she would celebrate it solemnly, but alone, at home, and there would be two devices on the table ... Words, beautiful words! And he knows, after all, that it is not easy for him to get to the post office, that he has to walk many kilometers through the taiga forest. And in general it’s already late, almost night, and she’s not at home ...
– And I have already seen you… Many times!
He woke up, looked at the thin girl and thought that she must have a younger brother and she comforts him in the same way when he is sad or wants to cry.
“No, really…” the telephone operator continued. - You receive letters on demand in the next window.
She did not console him: he really received letters of demand in the next window. But I had never before noticed this girl sitting very close, very close.
“I haven’t been in for letters for a long time,” he said. - We were in the taiga ... far away.
- Didn't come? For some reason, she exclaimed happily.
She quickly jumped up from her chair, found some keys and ran to the next window.
There, listening attentively to see if the phone left on the table was calling or calling, she unlocked a low cabinet and took out a long drawer in which the letters lay like cards in a library filing cabinet. And she began to quickly sort through them, glancing every now and then at the negotiation ticket, where the name of the geologist was written.
- Eat! There is! .. - she exclaimed triumphantly. And although she did not shout into the microphone, everyone who was tensely waiting for the call shuddered and turned in her direction.
She handed the geologist a telegram. He printed it out and read: “Berezniki is urgently sent on a business trip, I congratulate you on your birthday, I love you.”
His wife was also a geologist and often left home. How did he not think of this? And this girl, fenced off from him by glass, knowing nothing, guessed everything ... He bent down and looked in the window to thank her.
But she was already far away.
- Krasnoyarsk! Ivanov! Third cabin! she announced into the microphone. -
Krasnoyarsk - the third!
And someone, happy, rushed into the cockpit. And shouted:
"Can you hear me?"
Glancing at the geologist, the telephone operator shrugged her shoulders in surprise: what is there to be thankful for?
And really, what did she do that was so special? She simply returned peace and joy to a person, dispelled doubts. That's all.
Anatoly Aleksin
Can you hear me?
In the evening, from the plane, the village looked like a luminous dot, an unblinking beacon, which was lost in the endless taiga sea.
And to the geologist who came out of the forest, the village seemed like a big city: his eyes had lost the habit of bright lights in three months, and his feet - from asphalt and cobblestones. He was used to wandering along the paths - and now he unnecessarily crossed from one side of the street to the other, as if measuring its width. And in general, everything in this village pleased him, because here exactly in half an hour he was supposed to hear the voice of his wife. No, not to see her, but only to hear ...
He stopped near a one-story house and read the words above the door, which seemed to him the words of a long-awaited telegram written in white, slightly phosphorescent letters on a blue glass plate: "Post, telegraph, telephone." At this late hour, the small semicircular windows of the post office were already lined with cardboard boards with the categorical word "Closed". And the telegraph office and the call center, as always, were awake.
Above the table with bumps of dried glue and ink blots, on which letters were written during the day, envelopes and parcels were sealed, people were now bending over, waiting for the telephone operator to call. They did not talk to each other, because they listened intently all the time, afraid to miss the moment when the microphone would come to life, rustle, breathe, and call the cabin number and the name of a distant city in the voice of a telephone operator, which would sound to them like the name of a loved one living there. And they will rush into the glass-enclosed cabin to say something of the most importance, because in the minutes spared for a long-distance conversation, one should only talk about the most important things. Everyone mentally repeated, memorized by heart what he would say, not realizing that what he had learned by heart would be forgotten from excitement and some completely different, incoherent words and questions would sound, which, perhaps, would convey much more accurately everything that needed to be reported and what was needed. express.
And for some reason everyone shouted into the phone: “Can you hear me? Can you hear me?..” This did not mean at all that the telephone line was not working well. And it didn’t mean that people wanted to check how their voice was heard. They put some other meaning into these words ...
It was in the evening - and no one called on official business.
However, not everyone rushed into the cabins, but only the happiest. Sometimes, breathing into the microphone and as if sighing sympathetically, the telephone operator, instead of giving the cabin number and the name of the city, invited those who were waiting to her window. This meant that somewhere far, far away, far away, the telephone persists with special long beeps in vain ... Nobody picks up the phone there: the dear person, who was called the subscriber here, is not waiting.
But the geologist knew that his call was eagerly awaited. Just today, now... And therefore, sitting down at the table, he, like all the others, began to slowly edit the text of the many times considered conversation.
Then he glanced at the telephone operator, seated behind a glass partition. This thin girl did everything in such a businesslike manner, in such an adult way, that it was not difficult to guess: quite recently she had been a schoolgirl.
When writing out receipts, she bent low over the table, carefully scribbling letters and even sticking out the tip of her tongue, just like she was writing literary essays or math tests in a school class.
However, the geologist, like everyone who was waiting for a call, was in awe of this girl: she could shorten the distance, at least for a while, stop parting. For some reason, the geologist remembered another girl, just as unpretentious in appearance - the one that two years ago, during a complex operation that he underwent, for an hour and a half in a row seemed to him an omnipotent goddess in a white coat and a white cap: he did not see the hands of the surgeon, saving him, but he saw her eyes, helping to endure pain and forget about suffering. And he was amazed when, already recovering, he heard that his snow-white Goddess was arranging a meeting on the phone in the corridor of the hospital, like all girls in this world, and she was shy and lost her words on the go.
The young telephone operator, apparently, also had no idea of her greatness. But she didn’t smile from shyness, or she simply didn’t know yet that you can smile at work too. It looked like a child's game of "telephone operator" was taking place behind frosted glass. Suddenly, in the same childishly serious, business-like voice, she called the name of the geologist.
What is more in our world: responsiveness or indifference? Which people are more? How often do we need the responsiveness of others? These and other questions arise in me after reading the text of A.G. Aleksin.
The author raises the problem of responsiveness in his text. He tells the story of a geologist who came to the telegraph office to call his wife. This call was very important to him. But somewhere far, far away, no one picked up the phone. The geologist was upset, he did not know what to think, he was alarmed. “This cannot be!..” he objected. “Today is my birthday and we agreed.”
A young telegraph operator shows responsiveness to an unfamiliar man. She called the "senior" to check everything again. And suddenly she remembered that she knew him well, he had come to the neighboring window many times for poste restante letters. She looked through the letter file and found a telegram for him. “Immediately send a business trip to Bereznyaki, I congratulate you on your birthday, I love you.” The girl didn't do anything special. But her responsiveness "... just returned peace and joy to a person, dispelled doubts ...".
The position of the author is clear: responsiveness is needed in our world, we must be responsive and sensitive towards each other. Someone's responsiveness helps someone in a difficult situation that a person himself cannot cope with, and sometimes saves honor, a person's life.
I fully share the author's point of view. Are you joining in 2019? Our team will help you save your time and nerves: we will select directions and universities (according to your preferences and recommendations of experts); we will issue applications (you will only have to sign); we will apply to Russian universities (online, by e-mail, by courier); we monitor competitive lists ( we automate the tracking and analysis of your positions); we will tell you when and where to submit the original (we will evaluate the chances and determine the best option). Entrust the routine to professionals - more details.
It is easier for us to live knowing that we are surrounded by sympathetic, sensitive people. And it is difficult to imagine the life of a person who is surrounded by indifferent, hypocritical people. Fiction also teaches us that the best features of a person are sympathy, responsiveness, kindness, humanity. These qualities make our life brighter and cleaner.
In Leo Tolstoy's epic novel War and Peace, Pierre shows real responsiveness to Natasha. When Anatole is ready to steal Natasha, to disgrace her, and she, stupid and in love, is ready to run away with him, he does not turn away from someone else's misfortune. Pierre himself was lost at that time, a difficult relationship with his wife made his life unbearable. But, having learned about the upcoming escape from Sonya, he does everything to prevent it. In the last minutes, he tells Natasha the whole truth about Anatole, that he is married. Natasha understands all the meanness of Kuragin. It is hard to imagine what would have happened to her if the escape had taken place. But Pierre's responsiveness saves her.
In Mikhail Sholokhov's story "The Fate of a Man" we meet Andrei Sokolov after the war. Work, home, tavern... The hero lives without emotions, without feelings. Everything was taken away by the war. Wife and daughters, son-captain. The soul has petrified from the experienced grief. There is no strength to live. But Andrei meets little Vanyushka, just as lonely and destitute, and his heart revived. He adopts the boy, and now he is worried that he will have the strength to raise him to his feet. The heart is shaking. By showing responsiveness, the hero not only helps Vanyushka, but also himself. A person must take care of someone, live for someone. This, I believe, is the meaning of life.
From all of the above, I would like to conclude: cultivate responsiveness in yourself, do not hesitate to help others. This is necessary not only for those who need our help, but also for ourselves. Be responsive! Help others!
Useful material on the topic:
To use the preview of presentations, create a Google account (account) and sign in: https://accounts.google.com
Slides captions:
WHAT DO WE CHECK? (PURPOSE OF WRITING THE CREATIVE ASSIGNMENT) Can I hear the other person? Do I understand it? How well do I understand his position? Can I enter into a dialogue or discussion? (work with text) How convincing can I be in my judgments? Can I find parallels between this text and life experience, acquired knowledge? How erudite am I in different areas? Good writing = work with information + personal maturity + knowledge of the language
ESSAY-REASONING
PROBLEM Difficult question, task requiring solution, research. At the heart of the problem lies a certain clash of interests, a conflict. relationship relationship influence role relationship contradiction choice
DIFFERENTIATE! The topic is what the author writes about. A problem is a contradiction, an imperfection that worries the author; something that makes the author think, appeal to the reader. For example: the theme of childhood, the theme of war, the theme of love. For example: the relationship between mother and child, the influence of childhood on the formation of personality, the problem of late maturation, the role of adults in raising a child, etc.; the problem of early growing up in the war, unjustified cruelty, clash of personal and public interests, the problem of choice; the problem of unrequited love, the problem of determining true values, etc.
THE AUTHOR'S POSITION IS THE HEART OF THE COMPOSITION Position is the answer to a problematic question, the resolution of a problematic situation, a program of action. For example: Childhood is an important period in the life of any person, since at this time there is an active formation of personality: a system of moral values is laid down, attitudes towards the world and oneself are determined, thinking is actively developing. Self-sacrifice, according to the author, lies in the fact that a person is able to give up his interests for the sake of another, for the sake of a higher goal, without thinking about his well-being. This is self-denial, a manifestation of fortitude and compassion.
DIALOGUE WITH THE READER Comment Problem Position
STRUCTURE OF THE COMMENT
INFLUENCE OF NATURE ON MAN Mankind without ennobling it with animals and plants will perish, become impoverished, fall into the rage of despair, like a lonely man in solitude. A. Platonov Position: Nature makes a man a man. It instills in him a sense of beauty, showing a model of harmony and proportion; gives spiritual strength and helps to live. The author emphasizes the indissoluble connection between man and the natural world. "Ennoblement" of people, i.e. their aesthetic, moral, spiritual development, in the end the very fact of the existence of Homo sapiens, the writer sees in close contact with the outside world. A. Platonov notes with despair that humanity "will become impoverished, will fall into the rage of despair" if it is not guided by the laws of nature. Ultimately, he will lose his human appearance, lose the meaning of life and start a destructive war with himself. Such a position is tragic in fact, as it leads civilization to a dead end.
THE PROBLEM OF THE TRANSITION OF TIME What is war, what is plague? - the end is visible to them soon, The sentence is almost pronounced by them. But who will protect us from the horror that Was once called the run of time? A. Akhmatova The lyrical heroine of Anna Akhmatova feels absolutely powerless before the transience of time. She is not afraid of either war or plague, since these disasters can be stopped. Confidence is heard in every line: "the end is in sight for them soon ...", "the verdict is almost pronounced." The word "horror" conveys inexpressible despair, emptiness, numbness, depression of the heroine before the "run of time". Precisely by "running", because it eludes us, we can neither catch up with it nor stop it. Position: Time is not subject to people, we cannot manage it at our discretion. And this is the tragedy of all mankind.
HOW TO TEST THE QUALITY OF A COMMENT A comment allows a person who has not read the text to understand the content. Each judgment in the commentary should be associated with a problem (How does a micro-topic, sentence, figurative and expressive means prove that this particular problem is raised in the text). The commentary helps to formulate the position of the author.
ARGUMENTS=EVIDENCE Why do I agree with the position of the author? Real facts Laws of nature Official documents Examples from life Examples from fiction, scientific and journalistic literature Opinions of prominent people Quotes from authoritative sources Opinions of eyewitnesses of events Proverbs, sayings, aphorisms
THE STRUCTURE OF THE ARGUMENT REFLECTS THE LOGIC OF THE REASONING
(1) To a geologist who came out of the forest, the village seemed like a big city: in three months his eyes had lost the habit of bright lights, and his feet from asphalt and cobblestones ... (2) He stopped near a one-story house and read the words above the door that appeared him with the words of the long-awaited telegram, written in white, slightly phosphorescent letters on a blue glass plate: "Post, telegraph, telephone." (3) At this late hour, the small semicircular windows of the post office were already crammed with cardboard shields with the categorical word "Closed", and the telegraph office and the telephone office, as always, were awake. (4) Above the table with bumps of dried glue and ink blots, on which letters were written during the day, envelopes and parcels were sealed, now people were bending over, waiting for the telephone operator to call. (5) Sometimes, breathing into the microphone and as if sighing sympathetically, the telephone operator, instead of giving the cab number and the city, invited those waiting to her window. (6) This meant that somewhere far, far away, far away, far away, the phone rings with special long beeps in vain: no one picks up the phone there, the dear person, who was called the subscriber here, is not waiting ... (7) But the geologist knew that his call is eagerly awaited. (8) Sitting down at the table, he, like everyone else, began to slowly edit the text of a many times considered conversation. (9) The thin telephonist girl did everything so businesslike, in an adult way, that it was easy to guess: quite recently she was a schoolgirl. (10) However, the geologist, like everyone who was waiting for the call, was in awe of this girl: she could shorten distances, stop separations, unite human hearts ... (11) And suddenly she called the name of the geologist in a serious, businesslike voice. (12) He rushed to the cabins, but the light did not flash in any of them, as happened whenever there was another city on the wire. (13) And then he realized (he understood, but did not hear) that the telephone operator invited him to her window. - (14) Your subscriber is not answering, she said. - (15) This cannot be! .. - he objected. - (16) It’s my birthday today, and we agreed ... (17) The telephone operator, firmly deciding that such a holiday could not be overshadowed, immediately fussed, called the “senior” on the phone. - (18) It’s a friend’s birthday here, it can’t be that they don’t answer, please check, they should answer there! (19) And then she suddenly quite unexpectedly said: - And I have already seen you ... (20) Many times! (21) You receive letters on demand in the next window. (22) She did not console: he really received letters on demand in the next window. - (23) I haven’t gone for letters for a long time, - he said, - we were in the taiga ... far away. - (24) Didn't come in ?! For some reason, she exclaimed happily. (25) The girl quickly jumped up from her chair, found some keys and ran to the next window. (26) There she, listening sensitively to see if the tube left on the table was calling her, unlocked a low cabinet, took out a long box in which the letters lay like cards in a library file cabinet, and began quickly and quickly sorting through them, looking every now and then on the negotiating coupon, where the name of the geologist was written. - (27) Yes! she exclaimed triumphantly. (28) She handed the geologist a telegram. (29) He printed it out and read: “Berezniki is urgently sent on a business trip, I congratulate you on your birthday, I love you.” (30) My wife was also a geologist and also often left home. (31) How did he not think about it? (32) And this girl, fenced off from him by glass, knowing nothing, guessed everything ... (33) He bent down and looked in the window to thank her. (34) But she was already far away. - (35) Krasnoyarsk! (36) Ivanov! (37) The third cabin! she announced into the microphone. (38) Looking at the geologist, the telephone operator shrugged in surprise: why thank you? (39) And really, what did she do so special? (40) She simply returned peace and joy to a person, dispelled doubts ...
SYSTEMATIZING 1. Introduction - thesis What brings people together on our small planet Earth? What makes us feel needed, loved, significant? Of course, warmth, responsiveness, attention, care, simple human participation .. And it's worth a lot. The actual problem of human relationships is raised by the Russian writer, publicist A. Aleksin.
TEXT 2. Commentary (evidence) It is no coincidence that the author draws attention to the fact that a geologist on his birthday is deprived of communication with his relatives, and the only interlocutor is a telephone operator, a complete stranger. Looking at her efficiency and seriousness, he did not even hope for a spiritual response when long, indifferent beeps went on the other end of the wire. Seeing the excitement and anxiety of the hero, she "fussed" and even remembered how he received letters on demand in the next window. What does she, yesterday's schoolgirl, care about someone else's pain and loneliness? She could simply confine herself to faceless information, fenced off by a glass partition. But for her it turned out to be more important to help a person: “stop separation”, “connect human hearts”. A. Aleksin draws attention to how she "quickly jumped up from her chair", "ran to the next window", "quickly" began to sort through the letters. How much in this swiftness of desire to help a person, to calm him down! Indeed, the telegram she found explained the silence on the other end of the wire: the geologist’s wife went on a business trip, and also: “the telephonist girl “returned peace and joy to a person, dispelled doubts ...” She returned the confidence that they love him, they are waiting, value them.
FINISHING WORK WITH ANOTHER TEXT 3. Conclusion - position The writer is sure: even people who are strangers to each other should respond to pain and despair, should help another find peace and overcome loneliness. This is the basis of human relationships.
STARTING THE MATURITY CHECK 4. Do you agree or disagree? Why? It is impossible not to agree with A. Aleksin. Mutual understanding, respect, care and support can bring a person back to life! This is the manifestation of true kindness and philanthropy.
BE CONFIDENT IN YOUR POSITION! 5. Arguments - Evidence In connection with this, an episode from the novel by F.M. Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment", when Lebezyatnikov, having discovered Luzhin's forgery, defended the honor and dignity of Sonya Marmeladova, although she was an absolute stranger and did not at all count on such a gesture of truth and compassion. The main character of the story M.A. Sholokhov "The Fate of a Man" - Andrei Sokolov - took Vanechka to bring up, although he was not his own son. How much tenderness, paternal care and warmth turned out to be in this stern-looking man! But he saves the child from loneliness, "no future" and evil.
DISCOVERY 6. Conclusion (your new position based on analysis) It seems to me that in order to build a bridge from one soul to another, many words are not needed. Let everyone start with himself and remember how once and on his way he met people who gave hope, confidence, strength, and thereby saved life, prolonging the baton of love and kindness on earth.
Have you ever thought about what will happen to a person if you take away his memory? It is difficult to imagine such a restless creature that has lost touch with the past: with his family, family, homeland, in the end. With myself. It's scary to think that overnight, like a computer key, files that archive moral values, ways of interacting with people, spatial and temporal landmarks, names of people close and dear to the heart are deleted. How does memory affect a person's life? It is this question that the talented writer Ch.T. Aitmatov. His story about mankurts, slaves completely deprived of memory by the Juanjuans, strikes with cruelty and inhumanity. It turns out that having lost his memory, a person is likened to livestock, a guard dog. He begins to live, guided only by the lowest needs: "All his thoughts were reduced to satisfying hunger." "Forgetful slave" - a convenient, free and uncomplaining workforce. For him, the command of the owner is above all. Dependence, complete suppression of the will, irresponsibility - a consequence of unconsciousness. The writer draws mankurts without resorting to such concepts as honor, dignity, nobility: they are beyond moral categories, beyond good and evil. In the words of a mother whose son became a mankurt. One hears the sentence of unconsciousness: “You can take land from a person, you can take wealth, you can take life, but who invented, who dared to encroach on a person’s memory?” Ch. Aitmatov is convinced that memory loss is “the most difficult of all conceivable and unthinkable atrocities.” It is memory that makes a man a man. It is the basis of personality.
I cannot but agree with the author's position. Indeed, people who have lost their memory, involuntarily severed their connection with history, culture, fatherland, family, can hardly be called full-fledged members of society. A world without memory was created in the novel by G.G. Marquez "One Hundred Years of Solitude". Residents of Macondo fall ill first with insomnia, then comes the second stage of the disease - forgetfulness. First, their childhood memories are erased, then the names and purposes of objects, then they stop recognizing each other. They live in a world of ever-elusive reality. And only one thing keeps them from the last stage of unconsciousness - inscriptions on objects. But how to designate love, compassion, tenderness, nobility, which form the basis of the human personality? It is impossible not to recall the legends and myths of ancient Greece. Not without reason in antiquity Mnemosyne was the mother of nine muses, since it is memory that consolidates the achievements of the science of art, captures the experience of mankind. And the ancient Greeks associated the origin of memory with the name of Prometheus, who gave mankind not only fire, but gave memory, “he invented the number, and taught letters to connect, and gave memory” (Aeschylus). Memory, like fire, illuminates the path of life, gives the direction of development, helps to solve difficult problems, based on the experience of mankind. In addition, it is not for nothing that people often say instead of “falling out of love” “forgotten”. It is memory that connects us with people, helps to keep images of loved ones and loved ones in our imagination, and does not allow us to break the connection with ourselves. There are many words in the Russian language that characterize memory: long, short, kind, girlish, ancestral, genetic... Memory determines not only our past - it is a repository of human experience, its moral, spiritual and cultural values.
Responsiveness, indifference. How often do we encounter indifference? What about responsiveness? Which people are more: sympathetic or indifferent? These and other questions arose in me after reading the text of A.G. Aleksin.
"The geologist knew his call was eagerly awaited." But far, far away, no one picked up the phone. “This cannot be!..” he objected. “Today is my birthday and we agreed.” The telephone operator, still quite young, yesterday's schoolgirl, could shrug her shoulders indifferently. But she began to fuss, called the "senior" to check everything again. And suddenly she remembered that she had seen this geologist many times, receiving poste restante letters. She went through the card file with letters and found a telegram for him. “Immediately send a business trip to Bereznyaki, I congratulate you on your birthday, I love you.” He wanted to thank the telegraph operator, but she "shrugged her shoulders in surprise: what is there to thank her for." But he knew why. “She simply returned peace and joy to a person, dispelled doubts ...”
The position of the author is clear: responsiveness, sensitivity are necessary for every person. And we must show these qualities to each other. The young telegraph operator simply put herself in the place of a geologist who did not know what to think, and tried to help him. She realized how important this was to him. She didn't seem to have done anything special. And the geologist, dispelling all doubts, calmed down. The participation of other people in our destinies, their help and responsiveness help us to live, to overcome difficulties.
I fully share the position of the author. How often do we need sensitivity and responsiveness. And when a sympathetic person is next to us, we feel confident. We know, if anything, they will help us. And how difficult it is to live when you are surrounded by indifferent people. Here you don’t know how they will behave, face a choice: help or pass by.
Fiction teaches us responsiveness and sensitivity, humanity and compassion. Our world is based on these qualities, they unite us into one whole - humanity. I'll try to prove it.
In Maxim Gorky's play "At the Bottom", Luka appears in the rooming house, an old man who came from nowhere, without a passport. And this old man is behaving strangely. He pities Anna, who is moaning behind the curtain because she is seriously ill. No one pays attention to her anymore, and the old man finds affectionate words for her, reassures her. “Talk to me, grandfather, no one talks to me,” Anna asks Luca. The strange old man also finds words for the Actor, who has drunk himself and even forgotten his name, for Vaska Pepel, a hereditary thief. When the old man disappears, Satin will say: "The old man has fermented our society." And he's right. The kind word of the old man rallied them, people who, by the will of various circumstances, found themselves at the very bottom of life, the old man helped them understand that they are also people. And every person deserves sympathy and participation, not contempt and indifference. A kind word can move mountains, change a person.
In F.M. Dostoevsky’s novel “Crime and Punishment”, Rodion Raskolnikov went after a long stay alone to a tavern, where he met a drunken Marmeladov. He poured out his soul, telling the story of his fall for the hundredth time. Nobody listened to him, but only laughed at him. And Raskolnikov listened. He himself was left out of life, and he was able to show sympathy for a random interlocutor. A chance meeting will forever connect him with the Marmeladovs, to whom he will leave the last money more than once, with Sonechka. Suffering himself, Raskolnikov understands the suffering of others, and perhaps they are even worse for him than his own. Therefore, his first impulse is always to help.
