Two lanes of life. Likbez. Russian language - This curved arch is actually symmetrical

There is another meaning in the two columns, displaying two different pictures of the world.

Meaning is very important to us.

Of course, you know that life is striped. Life is a zebra where black stripes are interspersed with white. The white stripe is replaced by a black one, then the white one comes again, but, unfortunately, the black stripe begins again. This view of life is familiar to us.

And we know from the experience of our lives that the black streaks are very often long, and the white streaks pass quickly. You will not have time to get into the white streak, as it has already ended and the black streak begins again ...

But let's make one small correction to our understanding of the bands of life. And it will change our whole view of life.

There are only two stripes in life - black and white. But only they are located not horizontally, but vertically!

And in front of you in these two columns is an image, the semantic content of these two strips.

The black bar is filled with heavy, gloomy, dark, negative ideas and beliefs about life, which create the same gloomy, dark life. Dark streak of our life.

The white stripe is filled with light, light, joyful, positive ideas and beliefs that make our real life light, joyful.

All of ours are stored in the black strip: “It won’t work ... I won’t be able ... I’m not in the mood ... I don’t have the strength ... Why am I ... Troubles have begun again ... I’m getting sick ... I’m lonely ... "

All of ours are in the white stripe: “I can ... I will achieve ... I know, I can ... I am learning ... I am full of strength ... I create success ... I attract money ... I build relationships ... "

But we live for the most part in a black streak, because we live in our negative ideas and beliefs, we live in accusations and discontent, we live in actions arising from such ideas - quarrels and conflicts. We live such a hard life, we live, suffer and think: “When will it end!”

But it doesn't end. Because we continue to think negatively, we continue to live in negative ideas about life, about ourselves and our capabilities, we continue to commit negative actions.

But sometimes we break out into the white stripe. We move into it when we begin to think positively, when we begin to believe in the best, to see the good, when we begin to value ourselves, when we begin to recognize our responsibility for everything that happens in our lives.

And we could live in this white streak of joyful, successful, easy life for a long time, always, if we didn't allow negative thinking, negative thinking people to drag us into the black streak.

As soon as we doubt ourselves again, let in at least one negative thought, we again find ourselves “on the way” to the black stripe.

One negative thought clings to another, attracts a third, attracts a fourth...

For example, it is enough to feel negative feelings about work, to allow yourself to express it in thoughts: “There is no work ... I can’t get a job ...”, how negative feelings will be attracted under these negative thoughts - confusion, anxiety, uncertainty, fear.

Behind them arise negative ideas about life: “Life is difficult. Life is not fair".

This causes a new stream of negative feelings - despair, resentment, indignation at life and its injustice: “Why is everything for some, nothing for others ... For which God punished me ... Why am I worse than others ... "

Behind this stream is a new round of negative thoughts and feelings about people - envy, anger, irritation, the search for the guilty, etc.

Negative thoughts, like a snowball, grow, increase, and now you are buried under them, you are in a dark stream. You are in the black stripe of your life.

But who created this strip?

Who is the creator of your life, except you?

And if you don't stop the flow of negative thoughts, you won't stop your negative life either.

Choose the white stripe. You can just live in it, and not just get there sometimes!

Become positive - and the white stripe will embrace you! Recognize your responsibility for everything that happens to you in your life, start thinking from the position of "I", as individuals think - and you are already in positive thinking, in a white stripe.

Because the recognition of one's responsibility is the most positive and strongest conviction that underlies all positive thinking and the entire white streak of our life.

Precisely because positive thinking people in any event, in any situation, in any reality, they remember their responsibility for everything that happens in their life - they never sink into negativity.

Even realizing that they have done something wrong in their lives, made a mistake in something, or hurried in something, they do not turn into indignation, complaining about life and looking for someone to blame. They know that everything that happens in their life is created by them. And even a mistake in creativity only confirms the very idea: “I am the creator of my life!” And you just need to realize the mistake and start creating again - better, cleaner, more successful.

OPTION #1

Second level

Formulate

Our whole life is between two bands - good and evil. Remember the simple experiment with a magnet and iron filings - they are drawn either to plus or minus, and in this attractive power lies the most important law physics. Perhaps the most important law of life is similar to him -<...>the struggle between plus and minus, good and evil, the change in the influence of one or the other, which is the mysterious secret of being, in which tasks and answers are so often inconsistent and inaccurate.

Almost all truth is bitter. At least with a touch of bitterness. The truth of human loneliness, which began in childhood, is hopelessly bitter, and much spiritual waste must be made nearby in order to cure heartache to give you a little bit of hope.

And here the first right is to the teacher, educator, to the one who has the strength and determination to correct the gap in knowledge, not holes in education, but the very human life.

Are there many of them, let's look around ...

Alas - so far only a wasteland, among which here and there a bright light shines.

To turn these sparks into bonfires, the dark wasteland into a bright area of warmth and soulfulness - this is the highest social goal.

But who is he, a rescuer, and not just someone present in times of trouble?

What kind of soul does he have, what are his human, personal capabilities? What is the gap in it between words and smiles and what is in the soul? Is it not cruelty, is it not indifference, is it not self-interest - after all, a lonely child, touched by misfortune, does not know what truth is, what truth looks like.

Here is justice - he knows and feels it, feels it in his gut, with his human essence. Injustice distinguishes with a swagger, and then nothing can be persuaded, no promises can turn away the cruel look of childish truth.

And yet, an adult who has chosen the right to be with a child's misfortune is given the right of the supreme judge and lawyer, savior and destroyer, favorite and hater.

Children do not complain about adults, they are not yet trained in this. They go through this "school" in time and space, pushed by untruth. Initially, the child does not know such a measure of relations.

The supreme adult sin is to take advantage of such ignorance. The supreme sin is educating

la - to use the right of an adult to the ultimate truth. The highest human sin is to pass judgment on the defenseless personality of a child, depriving him of the right to the future.

On the scales of time, life weighs mercy and cruelty, pain and shamelessness. And only the one who is kind not only to his own, but to everyone, whose love is selfless, and the deed is not imaginary, is rightfully called a man.

If we test ourselves with this truth, then we can perhaps save our childhood.

It is necessary to be ashamed, startle, atone for sins and commit an act.

(A. Likhanov)

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OPTION #2

Second level

1. Write an essay based on the text you read.

Formulateand comment on one of the problems posed by the author of the text (avoid over-quoting).

Formulateposition of the author (narrator). Write whether you agree or disagree with the point of view of the author of the read text. Explain why. Argument your opinion, relying primarily on the reader's experience, as well as on knowledge and life observations (the first two arguments are taken into account).

The volume of the essay is at least 150 words.

A work written without relying on the text read (not on given text), Not Evaluated. If the essay is a paraphrase or a complete rewrite of the source text without any comments, then such work is evaluated by zero points.

Write an essay carefully, legible handwriting.

A wise man never boasts of his wisdom, realizing the limitations of the mind. And only a fool, imagining himself to be knowledgeable, arouses respect among the simpletons, and among the smart - at best - ridicule.

Everyone has their own age of maturity and wisdom.

The highest wisdom is the ability to apply your knowledge and talent in practice. But an inquisitive, constantly reflecting one always lacks psychic energy and time for the manifestation of abilities in practice.

The more a person knows, the more he bows in humility to what he does not know. But another from knowledge inflates like a bubble, and becomes complacent.

People rarely recognize the price of wisdom, because they are not able to understand it. Most often, only a goth who is smart himself can recognize a smart and talented person. Therefore, geniuses often die unrecognized and in obscurity. The simpletons are incapable of knowing wisdom, but those who are envious of
Moreover, they try with all their might to belittle her.

Someone said that the highest wisdom is righteous action. Wisdom cannot be otherwise; it is moral. Those who do evil may be smart, but not wise.

Unexpected events give rise to new thoughts and enrich wisdom, while thoughts that lead to inaction paralyze the will. For those who are not wise enough, anger cripples the soul and troubles the mind, while self-conceit and passion diminish it. The ill-educated and insufficiently wise are always hostile to what goes beyond their consciousness.

In order to be simple, one must have a bright mind and a pure soul. But simple-tu is often perceived as a lack of intelligence. A frank admission of ignorance of something will be taken by the smart as sincerity and ingenuity, and the narrow-minded as a sign of stupidity.

Without a doubt, the main sign of wisdom is resistance to life's failures and a joyful attitude towards life. I remember a very old professor of zoology -
nikov. When he was harmed by young zoologists of the Academy of Sciences of the Republic of Kazakhstan only because he was immeasurably superior to them both in knowledge and in spiritual qualities he laughed merrily. The same was my friend who died untimely, an invalid, a very talented person B. Schmidt.

Mind and education are different categories and are not always combined in one person. Knowledge and intelligence are not the same thing. You can know a lot and not be able to use your knowledge. The mind is always limited, but stupidity is many-sided and boundless. In general, a sign of intelligence is the ability to add up an idea of the general from the particular and vice versa. The ability to anticipate is a sign of a strong mind, and the ability to be critical of one's thoughts is a valuable quality, especially if it is constant. Very few people have these traits.

It is hardly correct to say that it is better to know a little, but well, than a lot, but superficially. Narrow specialization leads to narrowness. (34) Apparently, a reasonable combination of these two extremes is important for the development of the mind.

Often, near the "L"-shaped concrete poles of power lines, you can see several paths: one - small - in the middle, and the other two - larger - go around the triangular portal side. Electricians shrug their shoulders, but the people understand why it is impossible to pass between two poles. It is worth finding out, because there are a lot of such structures in every settlement.

Supports for power line poles: technical side

Inclined props to electric poles of overhead lines are used to give the support additional stability. Such auxiliary structures are used only on the following types of power transmission towers:

Anchor- are intended for a tension of wires on a site;
Terminal- located at the extreme points of the line. Wires depart from them directly to electrical substations;
corner- installed at the turning points of the line. They need additional support because, in addition to the usual load for an intermediate power line, they are affected by the force of the transverse tension of the wires.

Consider the design features of the struts:

As a rule, they are made of concrete (although you can also find more budgetary wooden options);
The base is fixed on the surface of the earth using the foundation. At the top, both poles are linked using metal attachment points, which are called slopes or struts.
The angle between two columns is from 20 degrees (corner columns of UNt-DB7 series) to 24 degrees (all other types).

The mystical meaning of the "devil's gate"

So, we were convinced of the direct practical purpose of concrete electric poles located one to the other in the shape of the letter "L". However, among the people this design is known under different names: damn, dog or even cat gates.

Walk under it bring on trouble:

A person for no apparent reason will begin to be haunted by misfortunes, a black streak will come in life;
Seriously ill people go to such "gates" to give them their illness. He lives there for a while, until he sticks to the one who passes through them;
If a couple of friends or lovers pass so that the pillar is between them - there will be a deep quarrel or divorce;
Bad thoughts that come to mind while passing through the prop tend to come true. Therefore, it is necessary to pass this obstacle with the head as clear as possible from evil;
End supports are especially dangerous for a person: they literally promise the end to those who dare to neglect popular beliefs and cross the concrete triangle.

Causes of superstition

Nobody knows the exact origin of the belief today. Many versions are put forward, one more wonderful than the other:

This is a portal to another world. Only magicians and sorcerers can deliberately fall into it, and only dangers await the ordinary mortal there. The reason for this is the allegedly pointed upward construction (popularly called the "goat"), which accumulates negative energy. Therefore, all vaults in Orthodox churches are rounded. Arches in ordinary buildings are rounded for the same reason;
The pseudo-Christian belief says that triangular shape passage symbolizes the Trinity. Having passed through such “gates”, a person will forever renounce religion and give himself into the clutches of dark forces;
According to another near-religious version, the pillars inclined towards each other resemble crucifixion, to pass under which none of the faithful should not;
In ancient times in Rus', hanged men were executed on poles that outwardly resemble the modern corner poles of power lines. Since such a fate most often awaited gypsy horse thieves, the “goats” earned the name “gypsy gates”.

More real dangers

The reluctance to pass under a prop can have not only irrational, but also quite logical roots:

In the conditions of all-Russian slovenliness, including construction, no one has the right to exclude the danger of a column falling. The reason for this may be the lack of an individual foundation at the support or improper fastening of the metal strut;
The consequences of natural disasters - earthquakes or hurricanes more familiar to our Palestinians - also adversely affect the stability of heavy concrete structures;
If the poles are made of cresote-soaked wood without proper insulation, there is a risk of ground current flowing. In conditions of high humidity, its value is quite enough to cause significant harm to health. Especially in the countryside, where the habit of walking barefoot (including through puddles) has been alive for a long time. That's why the tradition of bypassing the "dog gate" comes from the village.

However, all of the above dangers (both real and imaginary) do little to convince the housing and communal services why they regularly pave the path exactly through the “devil's gate”.

Neutralization of signs

It’s good that, along with a bad omen, there are also ways to get rid of or minimize its consequences if you can’t get around this damned place (for example, if there is a roadway or a fence nearby):

When approaching, you need to say the words "Cat-cat, open the gate." Having passed the obstacle, they say: “Cat-cat, shut the gate”;
Lazier people believe that it is enough to get by with a universal remedy for a curse: crossed middle and index fingers;
If a person passed through the portal by mistake and inattention, but came to his senses in time, then it is enough to go back and take a safer path past a bad place;
It will not be superfluous to visit the church and pray to the Lord.

Sometimes, nevertheless, a bad omen overtakes a person and brings him a lot of trouble. In this case, you should contact an experienced sorcerer who will advise a conspiracy suitable for the situation or a talisman that protects from misfortune. The Church strongly discourages turning to such charlatans, but often this is the last resort in the fight against dark forces.

To give the support of the electric pole more stability and avoid the wire falling to the ground, put an additional wooden or concrete support. This simple device has gained a bad reputation among the people. The Internet is teeming with numerous versions of why it is impossible to pass between two pillars. Here and the action of otherworldly forces, and a free interpretation of Orthodoxy. However, a reasonable person can safely give up on all these ridiculous arguments and go where he pleases.

Video: what happens if you walk between the pillars

In this video, Kirill Lozhkin will tell you where this sign came from, what consequences of passing through the "devil's gate" can expect you:

Text No. 1 (1) Our whole life is between two bands - good and evil. (2) Remember the simple experiment with a magnet and iron filings - they are drawn to either plus or minus, and this attractive power contains the most important law of physics. (3) Perhaps the most important law of life is similar to it -<…> the struggle between plus and minus, good and evil, the change in the influence of one or the other, which is the mysterious secret of being, in which tasks and answers are so often inconsistent and inaccurate. (4) Almost all truth is bitter. (5) At least with a touch of bitterness. (6) The truth of human loneliness, which began in childhood, is hopelessly bitter, and a lot of spiritual waste needs to be done nearby in order to cure mental pain, in order to inspire at least a little hope. (7) And here the first right is to the teacher, educator, to the one who has the strength and determination to correct the omission in knowledge, not holes in education, but human life itself. (8) Are there many of them, let's look around ... (9) Alas - so far there is only a wasteland, among which here and there a bright light shines. (10) To turn these sparks into bonfires, the dark wasteland into a bright area of \u200b\u200bheat and sincerity - this is the highest social goal. (11) But who is he, the rescuer, and not just someone present in trouble? (12) What kind of soul does he have, what are his human, personal capabilities? (13) What is the gap in it between words and smiles and what is in the soul? (14) Is it not cruelty there, is it not indifference, is it not self-interest - after all, a lonely child, touched by misfortune, does not know what truth is, what truth looks like. (15) Here is justice - he knows and feels it, feels it with his gut, with his human essence. (16) Injustice distinguishes at a stroke, and then you can’t persuade you with anything, you can’t turn away the cruel look of children’s truth with any promises. (17) And yet, an adult who has chosen the right to be with a child's misfortune is awarded the right of the supreme judge and lawyer, savior and destroyer, favorite and hater. (18) Children do not complain about adults, they are not yet trained in this. (19) They go through this “school” in time and space, pushed by untruth. (20) Initially, the child does not know such a measure of relations. (21) The highest adult sin is to take advantage of such ignorance. (22) The highest sin of an educator is to use the right of an adult to the ultimate truth. (23) The highest human sin is to pass judgment on the defenseless personality of a child, depriving him of the right to the future. (24) On the scales of time, life weighs mercy and cruelty, pain and shamelessness. (25) And only one who is kind not only to his own, but to everyone, whose love is disinterested, and the deed is not imaginary, is rightfully called a man. (26) If we check ourselves with such a truth, then we, perhaps, can save our childhood. (27) One must be ashamed, startled, atone for sins and commit an act. (A. Likhanov*) Text No. 2 (1) Man was created for centuries, judging by the huge, incomparable expenditure of strength. (2) The lion, having killed the antelope, rests in a well-fed slumber for a day. (3) The mighty elk, after an hour-long battle with an opponent, settles for half a day in the thicket, convulsively moving its failed sides. (4) Aitmatovsky Karanar saved up strength for a year to rage, rage and triumph for half a month. (5) For a person, such feats are the brilliance of the moment, for which he pays with such a small fraction of his reserves that he does not need to rest at all. (6) The purpose of the beast is to live the time allotted by nature. (7) The amount of energy embedded in it is correlated with this period, and a living being spends not as much as he wants, but as much as he needs, as if some kind of dosing device is provided in it: the beast does not know desire, it exists according to the law of necessity. (8) Isn't that why animals don't suspect that life is finite? (9) The life of animals is the time from birth to death: animals live in absolute time, not knowing that there is also relative time, only a person can exist in this relative time. (10) His life never fits into the dates on the tombstone. (11) It is larger, it contains seconds known only to him, which dragged on like hours, and a day that flew by like moments. (12) And the higher the spiritual structure of a person, the more opportunities he has to live not only in absolute, but also in relative time. (13) For me, the global super-task of art is its ability to prolong human life, saturate it with meaning, teach people to actively exist in relative time, that is, to doubt, feel and suffer. (14) This is about spirituality, but even in ordinary, physical life, a person is obviously given more “fuel” than is necessary in order to live according to the laws of nature. (15) Why? (16) For what purpose? (17) After all, in nature everything is reasonable, everything is verified, tested for millions of years, and even an appendix, as it turned out, is still needed for something. (18) And why is a huge supply of energy many times greater than the needs for which a person is given? (19) I asked this question in the fifth or sixth grade, when I got to elementary physics, and decided that it explained everything. (20) And she really explained everything to me then. (21) Except human. (22) But I couldn’t explain it. (23) It was here that the straightforward logic of knowledge ended and the frighteningly multivariate logic of understanding began. (24) Of course, I didn’t imagine this then, but the energy balance did not converge, and I asked my father why a person was given so much. − (25) For work. - (26) I see, - I said, not understanding anything, but did not ask. (27) This property - to agree with the interlocutor not when I understood everything, but when I did not understand anything - apparently, is inherent in me by nature. (28) In everyday life, it always bothered me, because I didn’t get out of triples, writing my theories, hypotheses, and often laws. (29) But there was still one beneficial side to this oddity: I memorized, not understanding, and I myself got to the bottom of the answers, now it’s not so important that most often the answer was wrong. (30) Life requires from a person not answers, but the desire to seek them. (31) I am writing about this only for the sake of my father’s two words, which determined for me the whole meaning of existence. (32) This has become the main commandment, the alpha and omega of my worldview. (33) And I became a writer, probably not at all because I was born with such a brilliance in my eyes, but only because I firmly believed in the need for hard, daily, frantic work. (According to B.L. Vasiliev *) Text No. 3. L. Ulitskaya. Poor Relatives On the twenty-first, if it didn't fall on a Sunday, in the empty doorway between dinner and tea, Anna Markovna's second cousin Asya Shafran came to see her. If the twenty-first fell on Sunday, when the whole family was assembled, then Asya came on the twenty-second, on Monday, because she was embarrassed by her poverty and dementia. At four o'clock she rang the doorbell and after a while heard heavy steps from the depths of the apartment and the meaningless: “Who is there?”, Because from the stupid giggling outside the door, and from the calendar, Anna Markovna should have known that Asya had come. “It was I who came, Anechka, I was passing by, I think I’ll look in, maybe you are at home ...” - kissing Anechkin’s full cheek and not ceasing to giggle, Asya said excessively and falsely ... because there was nothing more obvious than that it was she who came, Asya, a poor relative, for her monthly allowance. Once they studied in the same class of the gymnasium, went in the same gray-blue uniform dresses, sewn by the best tailor in Kaluga, wore the same gymnasium badges “KZhGS” on their magnificent chests, which for many years anticipated the time of mass abbreviations. However, these openwork letters did not mean the "state council" for "K" and "Zh", which could be leather or railway, in the fashion of the coming years, but only the Kaluga Salova Women's Gymnasium, which, being a private institution, allowed itself to teach rich Jewish girls in the proportion that could be provided by the rare Jewish population of the thoroughly Russian semi-village Kaluga with impudent goats wandering the streets of the future capital of cosmonautics. Anya was an excellent student with a thick braid thrown over her shoulder; in her notebooks, the last page did not differ from the first, especially beautiful and diligent. Asya did not have such a zeal for learning that Anya did: French verbs, endless palisades of dates and beautiful trinkets of theorems flew into one of her ears, half-covered by springy, disorderly-curly whitish hair, and while she drew a caricature of a vile history teacher with a finely sharpened pencil Afanasyevich's seeds flew out of another. Asya was a lively, cheerful and glorious young lady, but no one except Anna Markovna remembered her like that ... Asya, stupidly made up, shaking her head slightly, took off Anna Markovna's coat, embroidered with apricot-colored black silk ribbons, who gave her her old things all her life and had long ago come to terms with how deftly, sometimes with a single movement of her buttocks, Asya turned her respectable clothes into rags of a madman. The black ribbons sewn on by Asya lagged behind in some places and formed loops and bows, and all together it looked like a witty masquerade costume of a musical notebook. A black fringe, a hybrid of veil and bangs, hung from under a green beret, and a rudimentary smile was always taut on the lips, ready to disappear immediately - or crumble into a searching chuckle. “Come in, Asya,” Anna Markovna greeted her affably and majestically, letting her into the dining room. Grigory Veniaminovich, Anna Markovna's husband, was lying on a carpeted couch. He didn't feel well, left the university early, leaving two lecture hours of his brilliant course in histology to a very intelligent, but rather careless assistant. Seeing Asya, he grunted sourly, asked her how things were, and, without waiting for an answer, went into the bedroom adjacent to the dining room, closing the double glass door behind him. "Grisha doesn't feel well," Anna Markovna explained both his daytime presence and disappearance. - I went in for a minute, Anechka. There are Chinese thermoses in Petrovsky Passage. I bought a few,” she lied. - Very beautiful. With birds. Don't buy for you? - No thanks. I have one, and I don't need it at all, thank God. - In her head, the thermos was associated with trips to the hospital, and not with out-of-town excursions. - How is Irochka? Asya asked about her granddaughter. She did not have to invent questions each time, she asked successively about all the members of the family, and usually Anna Markovna answered briefly, sometimes getting carried away and putting into her answers the details intended for more significant interlocutors. This time the very first question turned out to be successful, because yesterday Irochka announced that she was getting married, and the whole family, completely unprepared for this, was excited and somewhat upset. And so Anna Markovna began to talk at length about this event, placing clearly, in two columns, its pluses and minuses. - The boy is good, they are friends from school, he is also in his second year, in aviation, he is a good student, outwardly nothing, but terribly long, thin, in love with Irka without memory, calls every day five times, musical - he never studied, he came , sat down at the piano, perfectly, by ear, picks up any melody. Family, of course, you understand ... - Asya shook her head knowingly, - very simple. Father - house manager, disabled person. They say he drinks. - At these words, Asya giggled quite appropriately, and Anna Markovna continued: - But the mother is a very decent woman. Very worthy. Four children, two older boys at the institute, younger ones, twins, a boy and a girl, adorable ... - Anna Markovna's children, without exception, were adorable. - I saw them: clean, tidy, well-mannered. I have known Seryozhka's mother for a long time, she worked as a secretary at the Irochka school. I have nothing bad to say about her, anyway. He, of course, is very young, neither a stake nor a yard, they both have to be pulled for a long time, but that's not the point. Grisha believes that they should live separately. Take off! You imagine? Irka, she needs to study, and she will run for groceries, cook, wash, or even give birth ... she will leave the institute! Yes, I will not forgive myself! Finally, Anna Markovna realized that Asya did not need to know all this. But Asya sat with pleasure on a black oak chair, resting her painted cheek on her hand, and smiled happily, and impatiently twitched her eyelids, choosing the gap between Anna Markovna's words in order to say: - Anechka, let them live with me! - What are you doing, Asya? - she answered seriously, imagining Asina's long room on Pyatnitskaya, at the end of the cranked corridor, near the kitchen. Some kind of junk shop, not housing. All the walls are in randomly driven nails of all sizes, on one man's coat, on the other - a blouse, on the third - a postcard or a tuft of grass. The smell is impossible, the real dwelling of a madman; and everywhere there are piles of newspapers, to which Asya had an inexplicable addiction ... Anna Markovna laughed - how did she seriously think about it at the first moment? Asya, in response to laughter, also obediently laughed, and then asked: - Why not? I also have a sling. I would cook breakfast for them. Let them live. Anna Markovna waved her hand: - Okay, they'll figure it out themselves. Irochka, after all, has parents. Let them think at least once in their lives, otherwise he’s used to it, - his parents imperceptibly halved to one son-in-law, whom they didn’t really like in the family, - all his life on everything ready ... Let’s drink tea, Asya, ”Anna Markovna suggested and shouted in open door : - Nina, please put the kettle on! .. And what news do you have, Asya? Anna Markovna asked politely and disinterestedly. - Yesterday I was at Bertha's. She wants to buy Matthias a coat, but he is not given. Raya from Leningrad is staying with them. Photos showed her granddaughters. - How old are they? - Anna Markovna became interested. - One is quite big, the bride, and the other is twelve years old. - What are you! When did they grow up? They weaved this worldly nonsense, Anna Markovna - condescendingly, with a sense of a kindred duty being performed, Asya - frankly and diligently. The housekeeper Nina, a beauty with permanent hair with a broom on her shoulders, with two hairpins on her temples, came in with a teapot and put it on a stand. Further, the conversation of the ladies was in French, which always brought Nina into a quiet rage. She was sure that the hostess was scolding her in Hebrew. - Our new housekeeper. A very good girl. Dusin's niece, from her village. It was she who wrote it out for us after marriage as a gift, - Anna Markovna laughed. “Very beautiful,” Asya admired Nina. - Yes, - Anna Markovna answered proudly, - a real Russian beauty. Anna Markovna had a light hand - to arrange the life of the village girls, her housekeepers. They studied at an evening school, where Anna Markovna certainly arranged for them, went to some courses, then got married and came to visit on holidays with their children and husbands. Tea was drunk from rich blue cups. In pink rosettes made of such strange glass that they seemed broken, Anna Markovna put green gooseberry jam, brewed according to a rare recipe, which she considered her property. - What a beautiful jam you have! Asya was delighted. Do you remember our home economics lessons? - Of course, Lidia Grigorievna Salova herself led. I’ve always been the worst at it, ”Asya supported with paradoxical pride. “Do you remember, they always baked a birthday cake for her on Angel Day… Yes, yes,” Anna Markovna realized that she wasted a lot of time, “I have something prepared for you here. Here, a nightgown, sew a little, it’s strong, Grisha’s camel gloves, well, there are little things, - without going into humiliating details, since patched women's tights were stacked on a chair ... A prehistoric handbag with a large tortoiseshell lock on its lips hastily swallowed all this manufactory, along with four slices of cake wrapped in a napkin and a jar of fish. Their one-hour date was nearing a climax - and a denouement. Anna Markovna got up, went into the bedroom, jingled the keys to the closet there, and a minute later brought out a gray envelope prepared in advance with a large rainbow hundred-ruble note - not according to the current account, of course. “This is for you, Asenka,” she handed the envelope with a touch of solemnity. Asya, who was much taller than Anna Markovna, blushed like a child and stooped to give what was happening the right proportion: she, little Asenka, accepts a gift from her big and older sister. She took an envelope in both hands, a tightly stuffed bag hung on her crooked wrist, and she tried to take it off her hand at the same time, unfasten it and put a large envelope into a tightly stuffed purse ... The date was over. Anna Markovna escorted the guest into the hallway, kissed her on her painted cheek with swaying cordiality, and Asya, feeling relieved, slightly humiliating her sincere love and immeasurable respect for her second cousin, she almost skipped down from the second floor, waved her light, thin legs along Dolgorukovskaya to the Garden Ring, and exactly forty minutes later she was in Kostyansky Lane, at her girlfriend Maruska Fomicheva. On a shaky table propped up against a damp wall, she unloaded rich gifts. Hesitating for a moment over the camel gloves, she laid them out and tucked a large gray envelope under the pile of mended linen. - Look at you, look at you, Asya Samolna, you are spoiling me, - the crumpled, semi-paralyzed old woman muttered. And Asya Shafran, our crazy relative, beamed. Text No. 4 (1) Grandmother's kindness was harmonious and touching. (2) With Aunt Anna, who lived with her, this kindness crossed all limits and irritated her more. (3) Thin, with a bird's face, with slow sedate movements, she was a music teacher. (4) Sisters and all our acquaintances young ladies studied music with her. (5) During the lessons, her face was stern, serious and solemn. (6) But she was a very bad teacher. (7) All her students, somehow capable, then had to be retrained. (8) She herself had a poor piano and sounded like a loosely stretched drum. (9) I never heard her play anything herself - only quadrilles and polkas when we danced. (10) She was always in trouble. (11) She always had some terribly poor family that needed to be fed, a terribly unhappy person who needed to be attached. (12) She went around acquaintances, collected money, begged for a place. (13) The collected money was drunk by the head of the unfortunate family; the unfortunate person who got the job turned out to be a scoundrel or a drunkard. (14) And for a long time no one believed the recommendations of Aunt Anna. (15) The misfortune of another person did not give her peace, did not let her live. (16) Or rather, not even like that, but here's how: she was drawn to quench her thirst for help as irresistibly and persistently as a drunkard is drawn to wine. (17) When she knew that they would not donate money, she asked to lend a certain amount for a while. - (18) Lend me twenty rubles, she asked. (19) In three days I will receive at the women's diocesan school for music lessons and give it back. - (20) Well, look, I give only for three days! (21) If you don’t give it back, put me in a stalemate. - (22) Well, of course, I'll give it back! (23) And did not give. (24) Not because she didn’t want to, but simply didn’t inform. (25) I met a new grief - and gave it there. (26) Harsh letters with reproaches and direct insults, formidable demands, difficult explanations with oaths to give immediately at the first opportunity, embittered guilty eyes, fear of meeting on the street ... (27) And tomorrow again the same thing. (28) She was all in debt, she had everything mortgaged, she paid terrible interest to usurers. (29) During the life of her grandmother, she still had to restrain herself somewhat. (30) But when the grandmother died and the house passed into her possession, Aunt Anna was completely confused. (31) The house was immediately laid down, then re-laid. (32) The money immediately sailed away. (33) And her earnings kept decreasing. (34) Other music teachers appeared, younger and more talented, the lessons became less and less. (35) At the end of her life, Aunt Anna lived in great need in her house, which was falling into more and more destruction. (36) The barn threatened to collapse, the rotten railings barely held on. (37) But my aunt argued that it was not dangerous: the door opens inward and will support the line if it collapses while a person is in the barn. (38) Helping her was as difficult and fruitless as a drunkard. (39) Send her fifty rubles for the holiday. (40) After a while, the answer will come. (41) "Dear Vitya! (42) Thank you very much for the money sent. (43) I bought myself sweets for a ruble. (44) She gave Kozlov five rubles for the holidays. (45) I bought shoes for Lidochka Lochagina - they are completely full of holes in her, and she constantly catches a cold. (46) Further, everything is in the same way. (47) And in conclusion: “You see how many people you brought joy with the money you sent.” (48) This, I confess, did not please me at all. (According to V.V. Veresaev *) Text No. 5. Denis Dragunsky. We have not removed (from the collection "Windows to the Courtyard") In my time, people were ashamed of a lot of things. The villains were ashamed - for sure. The poet Slutsky spoke out against Pasternak at that meeting, so he repented all his life. Someone asked Solzhenitsyn's forgiveness in advance that they would vote for his expulsion. He explained: wife, children, a book in a printing house. It was a shame to suck up and please, to swindle the authorities. For this they could not shake hands. Why is there meanness - they were ashamed of mere trifles, starting from the 1960s. conformism, for example. I remember one of my comrades met with me on purpose to say that he was joining the CPSU. So that I understand him correctly and not condemn him: he needs this for his scientific career. Without it, nowhere. Unpleasant, but necessary. They were ashamed of dishonestly acquired wealth, they hid it in every possible way. Yes, and honest welfare is not particularly boasted. But poverty, shabbiness and wear, were also ashamed. Yuri Olesha wrote in his diary that he did not go to the funeral of his friends, because the only trousers were completely frayed. They said: he was completely worn out, ashamed to go to the doctor. That is, T-shirts-sweatshirts are worn to holes. AND famous phrase : we have not removed. “Forgive me for not inviting you, we have not been cleaned at all. It is clear that it is not garbage on the floor, not clothes scattered over the chairs. Probably everything is old, dilapidated, flaky, rickety, cracked. A beggar. Ashamed. Now luxury is not ashamed. And skinned too - look at the photos on social networks: they proudly pose against the backdrop of filthy wallpaper. And the idea of meanness has generally left this, as it has left the discourse. It’s even interesting - what is ashamed now? Texts for group work Text No. 1 (1) It was impossible to look at this man without laughing. (2) Short, plump, with a bulbous nose, on his head a tuft of brown hair, like a stuck together paint brush. (3) He had an unpleasant, kind of croaking voice, which made it seem that he was defiantly arguing all the time or was ardently indignant at something. (4) God knows how he dressed: a man is already over forty, and he either has a T-shirt sticking out from under his shirt, then the end of the scarf peeps out of the sleeve, then he tucks his hat back to front. (5) "Dissolute" - so the elderly women called him with grumbling reproach. (6) The dissolute lived alone in a dilapidated house, worked as a stoker in a school boiler room, after a shift, smiling contentedly, he walked around the village, showing everyone his joyful face, stained with soot. - (7) Sasha, would you wash your face, or something! (8) Why are you walking grimy down the street, scaring the children! the women shouted and shook their heads angrily. (9) Not only family women, strict guardians of morality, - any villager, from young to old, considered himself obliged to give Sasha some very useful advice, to joke caustically about his ridiculous life, condescendingly teach mind-reason. (10) Parents, scolding their children for negligent study, certainly remembered the school stoker: - (11) If you don’t study, you will become like this Sashka Bozin! (12) Bozin died, as he lived, somehow ridiculous. (13) When there were first frosts, he was walking along the road, slipped and hit the back of his head. (14) He walked for several days, feeling unpleasant dizziness, but everyone to whom he complained only laughed: - (15) Sasha, your head can’t hurt: it’s empty for you. (16) At work, he lost consciousness while they were running after the paramedic, he died. (17) The next day, a local carpenter hammered together a cross, began to carve the name of the deceased, but then it turned out that no one knew his patronymic. (18) They came to school, found the work book of the deceased, found out that he was called Grigoryevich by the priest. (19) In the evening, several teachers went to Bozin's hut to clean up there before the funeral. (20) In a small closet there was a stove, a spring bed covered with a pique blanket, and a wooden table by the window. (21) And there is a big picture above the table. (22) It depicts the sky, blue and clear, like the eyes of a child. (23) In the middle of the sky - a fluffy, soft cloud, in which, as if in a feather bed, lies a small chubby angel. (24) He put one hand under his head, and the other is waving to someone, as if calling to himself or, conversely, saying goodbye. (25) And the whole picture: even blue, and a snow-white cloud, and the plump face of an angel - is illuminated by an invisible golden light, as if the rays of the setting sun penetrate the room through the walls. (26) Where did Bozin get this picture from - he bought it, found it somewhere, or maybe he painted it himself - no one knew. (27) Only suddenly, for some reason, everyone imagined how Bozin came home, how he sat down at the table, ate soup or drank tea, and, wrapped in the soft fluff of a cloud, an angel looked at him with his clean and kind eyes, like a son waiting for his father . (28) And now these blue eyes look into the room and cannot find their own face. (29) The women could not stand it and cried out loud, and the headmaster who came with them lowered his head. (According to S. Kachalkov) Texts for group work Text No. 2 Denis Dragunsky. Time for Letters There was another terrible story with letters. In a damp dacha shed, I found a bag, and in it were letters from my father's second cousin - I remember his narrow beautiful handwriting very well. Purple ink address and return address. On the stamps - the forty-eighth, forty-ninth years. Sitting on a broken suitcase, I pulled out the first letter from the envelope - God! The paper was empty, clean. The second, third, tenth, twenty-fifth envelope is the same. Some kind of dream. Gray porous paper. And faint bluish marks on it. I soon realized what it was. Uncle wrote the envelopes with strong ink (probably at the post office) - and the letters themselves were written with a weak chemical pencil. Two winters in a damp barn - and everything faded. I remembered, of course, the frightening clock without hands in Strawberry Field. But, I will tell you, pulling out empty pages from the inscribed envelopes is also scary. Yes, gentlemen, I was still living in the era of letters. I have a whole suitcase of correspondence. Individual letters, on various occasions, and letters in series: I constantly corresponded with some people. For example, with one poet-translator, on literary themes. With my faculty friend Sasha Alekseev (now deceased, alas): in his second year he left for an exchange to study in Leipzig, and we wrote each other a whole volume of all sorts of things. He really made a volume out of my letters - he bound them. And I keep his letters in envelopes, but in order. I'm talking about large series - there were smaller ones. Mom's and dad's letters. Letters from friends to me on vacation and from them - from vacation. That is, we could not interrupt communication even for three weeks. Letters from girls, but not many. As well as business correspondence. No, I do not argue, e-mail is very convenient, fast and generally wonderful. But there was something special about paper letters. A girl wrote to me from the South. There were three grains of sand in the envelope. How much does it take to imagine how she lies on the beach, and finishes the letter, and folds it, and thin white sand pours onto the paper from her swarthy wrist. And go crazy. For three minutes. By the number of grains of sand. Texts for group work Text No. 3 "In the nineteenth year of the revolution, Stalin came up with the idea (let's call it that) to arrange a "purge" in Leningrad. He invented a method that seemed to be subtle: the exchange of passports. And tens of thousands of people, mainly nobles, began to refuse them. And these nobles long ago turned into conscientious Soviet employees with cheap portfolios made of pigskin. If you were refused a passport, an immediate deportation followed: either closer to the tundra, or to the hot sands of the Karakum. Leningrad was crying. Shortly before this Shostakovich received new apartment. She was three times more than his former one on Marat Street. Do not stand the same apartment empty, naked. Shostakovich scraped together some money, brought it to Sofya Vasilievna and said: “Please, buy some furniture, mother.” And he went on business to Moscow, where he stayed for two weeks. And when he returned to his new apartment, he could not believe his eyes: the rooms were furnished with Pavlovian and Alexander mahogany chairs, tables, a wardrobe, and a bureau. Almost enough. - And all this, mother, you bought with the pennies that I left you? “You see, our furniture has become terribly cheaper,” Sofya Vasilievna answered. - Why would you? - The nobles were expelled. Well, in a hurry, almost for nothing, like crazy, they gave things away. Let's say, this bureau used to cost ... And Sofya Vasilyevna began to tell how much such and such a thing used to cost and how much is now paid for it. Dmitri Dmitrievich turned gray. His thin lips tightened. “Oh my God!” And, hastily taking a notebook out of his pocket, he took a pencil from the table. - How much did these chairs cost before the misfortune, mother? .. And now how much did you pay? .. Where did you buy them? .. And this bureau? .. And the sofa? .. Sofia Vasilyevna answered exactly, not quite understanding what it asks her about it. Having carefully written down the details in his sharp, thin, shaky handwriting, Dmitri Dmitrievich nervously tore a sheet out of the book and said, passing it to his mother: Even from underground. And tomorrow, mom, in the morning you will take them to these addresses. After all, everyone had close people in Leningrad. They will send money - there, to those ... These chairs used to cost one and a half thousand, you bought them for four hundred, - return a thousand and a hundred ... And for the bureau, and for the sofa ... For everything ... People, mother, misfortune, how can you use it? .. Really, Mom? "

A.A. Likhanov is an amazing master of the artistic word. His works instill in us a reverent attitude towards man. The author suggests reflecting on an important problem: who can be called a real person? In a small but very meaningful text, the author discusses the sins of adults in relation to children: “The highest human sin is to pass judgment on the defenseless personality of a child ...”. The author also writes about the qualities that real man: “And if only one who is kind not only to his own, but to everyone is rightfully called a man ...”.

The position of the author is unambiguous and expressed quite clearly. He is convinced that selfless love and sincere deeds are the qualities of a real person. A.A. Likhanov condemns the older generation, which takes advantage of children's ignorance of the measure of relations with adults.

I fully share the position of the author. Indeed, not everyone can be called a real person, many in our world are not able to share love with others, people always expect that if they do something, they will definitely receive something in return. I am ready to support my position with evidence from the literature.

First, the novel by L.N. Tolstoy "War and Peace". Natasha Rostova showed that she is capable of love for others, as well as selfless and sincere deeds in the episode when their family was evacuated from the city. Natasha asked her father to give them carts with property to transport wounded soldiers. The Rostovs left most of the property, but they saved their lives with this.
Secondly, the novel by M.A. Bulgakov "The Master and Margarita" Yeshua throughout the work showed himself as a person capable of loving others, calling everyone kind people. These features of Yeshua are revealed especially deeply at the moment when he told Pontius Pilate that there was no trial. He forgave him. It was at this moment that Pilate felt spiritual relief.

The read text helped me to establish myself in the opinion that it is necessary to love others, to do selfless acts more often, and most importantly, to be sincere.

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1) Our whole life is between two bands - good and evil. (2) Remember the simple experiment with a magnet and iron filings - they are drawn either to plus or minus, and this attractive power contains the most important law of physics. (3) Perhaps the most important law of life is similar to it - the struggle between plus and minus, good and evil, the change in the influence of one or the other, which constitutes the mysterious mystery of being, in which tasks and answers are so often inconsistent and inaccurate.

(4) Almost all truth is bitter. (5) At least with a touch of bitterness. (6) The truth of human loneliness, which began in childhood, is hopelessly bitter, and a lot of spiritual waste needs to be done nearby in order to cure mental pain, in order to inspire at least a little hope.

(7) And here the first right is to the teacher, educator, to the one who has the strength and determination to correct the omission in knowledge, not holes in education, but human life itself.

(8) Are there many of them, let's look around ...

(9) Alas, so far only a wasteland, among which here and there a bright light shines.

(10) To turn these sparks into bonfires, the dark wasteland into a bright area of \u200b\u200bheat and soulfulness - this is the highest social goal.

(11) But who is he, the rescuer, and not just someone present in trouble?

(12) What kind of soul does he have, what are his human, personal capabilities? (13) What is the gap in it between words and smiles and what is in the soul? (14) Is it not cruelty there, is it not indifference, is it not self-interest - after all, a lonely child, touched by misfortune, does not know what truth is, what the truth looks like.

(15) Here is justice - he knows and feels it, feels it with his gut, with his human essence. (16) Injustice distinguishes at a stroke, and then you can’t persuade you with anything, you can’t turn away the cruel look of children’s truth with any promises.

(17) And yet, an adult who has chosen the right to be with a child's misfortune is awarded the right of the supreme judge and lawyer, savior and destroyer, favorite and hater.

(18) Children do not complain about adults, they are not yet trained in this. (19) They go through this “school” in time and space, pushed by untruth. (20) Initially, the child does not know such a measure of relations.

(21) The highest adult sin is to take advantage of such ignorance. (22) The highest sin of the educator is to take advantage of the right of an adult to the ultimate truth. (23) The highest human sin is to pass judgment on the defenseless personality of a child, depriving him of the right to the future.

(24) On the scales of time, life weighs mercy and cruelty, pain and shamelessness. (25) And only one who is kind not only to his own, but to everyone, whose love is disinterested, and the deed is not imaginary, is rightfully called a man.

(26) If we check ourselves with such a truth, then we, perhaps, can save our childhood.

(27) One must be ashamed, startled, atone for sins and commit an act.

(A. Likhanov*)

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