Green voice and eyes. About the king and his son. Creative task "Looking for the meaning of life"

Alexander Green
VOICE AND EYE
The blind man lay quietly, arms folded across his chest and smiling. He smiled unconsciously. He was ordered not to move, in any case, to make movements only in cases of strict necessity. So he lay for the third day with a bandage over his eyes. But his state of mind, despite that faint, frozen smile, was that of a condemned man, waiting for mercy. From time to time the possibility of starting to live again, balancing himself in the bright space with the mysterious work of the pupils, appearing suddenly clear, excited him so much that he twitched all over, as in a dream.
Protecting Rabid's nerves, the professor did not tell him that the operation was a success, that he would certainly become sighted again. Any ten-thousandth chance back could turn everything into a tragedy. Therefore, saying goodbye, the professor said to Rabid every day:
- Keep calm. Everything is done for you, the rest will follow.
In the midst of tormenting tension, waiting and all sorts of assumptions, Rabid heard the voice of Daisy Garan coming up to him. It was a girl who served in the clinic; Often, in difficult moments, Rabid asked her to put her hand on his forehead, and now he expected with pleasure that this small, friendly hand would lightly cling to his head, which was numb from immobility. And so it happened.
When she took her hand away, he, who had looked inside himself for so long and had learned to accurately understand the movements of his heart, realized once again that his main fear was Lately there was a fear of never seeing Daisy. Even when he was brought here and he heard a swift female voice in charge of the patient's device, a gratifying sensation stirred in him of a gentle and slender being, drawn by the sound of this voice. It was the warm, merry and soulful sound of young life, rich in melodious nuances as clear as a warm morning.
Gradually, her image clearly arose in him, arbitrary, like all our ideas about the invisible, but necessary for him. Talking for three weeks only to her, submitting to her easy and persistent care, Rabid knew that he had begun to love her from the very first days; now to recover - became his goal for her sake.
He thought that she treated him with deep sympathy, favorable for the future. Blind, he did not consider himself entitled to ask these questions, postponing their decision until the time when both of them looked into each other's eyes. And he did not know at all that this girl, whose voice made him so happy, was thinking about his recovery with fear and sadness, because she was ugly. Her feeling for him arose out of loneliness, the consciousness of her influence over him, and out of a consciousness of security. He was blind, and she could calmly look at herself with his inner idea of ​​her, which he expressed not in words, but in his whole attitude - and she knew that he loved her.
Before the operation, they talked for a long time and a lot. Rabid told her his wanderings, she - about everything that is happening in the world now. And the line of her conversation was full of the same charming softness as her voice. As they parted, they thought of something else to say to each other. Last words her were:
- Goodbye, bye.
- Bye ... - Rabid answered, and it seemed to him that in "bye" there was hope.
He was straight, young, bold, playful, tall and black-haired. He should have had - if he had - black, shining eyes with a stare. Imagining this look, Daisy moved away from the mirror with fear in her eyes. And her sickly, irregular face was covered with a gentle blush.
- What will happen? she said. - Well, let this good month come to an end. But open his prison, Professor Rebald, please!
When the hour of testing came and the light was established, with which at first Rabid's weak gaze could fight, the professor and his assistant, and with them several other people of the learned world, surrounded Rabid.
- Daisy! he said, thinking she was there and hoping to be the first to see her. But she was not there precisely because at that moment she did not find the strength to see, to feel the excitement of a person whose fate was decided by removing the bandage. She stood in the middle of the room as if spellbound, listening to voices and footsteps. By an involuntary effort of the imagination, overshadowing us in moments of heavy sighs, she saw herself somewhere in another world, another, which she would like to appear to a newborn look, she sighed and resigned herself to fate.
Meanwhile, the bandage was removed. Continuing to feel her disappearance, pressure, Rabid lay in sharp and blissful doubts. His pulse dropped.
"It's done," said the professor, his voice trembling with excitement. - Look, open your eyes!
Rabid raised his eyelids, still thinking that Daisy was there, and ashamed to call her again. A curtain hung in folds in front of his face.
- Remove the matter, - he said, - it interferes. And, having said this, he realized that he had seen the light that the folds of matter, hung as if on the very face, were a window curtain at the far end of the room.
His chest began to convulsively heave, and he, not noticing the sobs that uncontrollably shook his entire emaciated, stale body, began to look around, as if reading a book. Object after object passed before him in the light of his rapture, and he saw the door, and instantly fell in love with it, because this was the door through which Daisy passed. Smiling blissfully, he took a glass from the table, his hand trembled, and, almost without mistake, he put it back in its original place.
Now he was impatiently waiting for all the people who had restored his sight to leave, in order to call Daisy and, with the right to receive the ability to fight for life, tell her all his main things. But a few more minutes passed of solemn, excited, learned conversation in an undertone, during which he had to answer how he felt and how he saw.
In the quick flash of thoughts that filled him, and in his terrible excitement, he could not recall the details of those minutes and establish when at last he was left alone. But this moment has come. Rabid called, told the servant that Daisy Garan was expecting him immediately, and began to look blissfully at the door.
Having learned that the operation had been a brilliant success, Daisy returned to her room, breathing the purity of loneliness, and, with tears in her eyes, with the meek courage of the last one who crossed out all meetings, dressed in a pretty summer dress.
She cleaned her thick hair simply - just so that nothing could be done better for this dark wave with a damp sheen, and with her face open to everything, naturally raising her head, she went out with a smile on her face and an execution in her soul to the doors, behind which everything is so changed unusually. It even seemed to her that it was not Rabid who was lying there, but someone completely different. And, recalling with all the speed of the last minutes many little things of their meetings and conversations, she realized that he definitely loved her.
Touching the door, she hesitated and opened it, almost wishing everything was as it was. Rabid lay with his head towards her, looking for her behind him with his eyes in an energetic turn of his face. She passed and stopped.
- Who you are? Rabid asked with a questioning smile.
- Really, I'm like a new creature for you? - she said, instantly returning to him with the sounds of her voice all their short, hidden from each other past.
In his black eyes, she saw undisguised, complete joy, and suffering let her go. There was no miracle, but all of her inner world, all her love, fears, pride and desperate thoughts and all the excitement of the last minute were expressed in such a smile of her blush-filled face that all of her, with her slender figure, seemed to Rabid the sound of a string entwined with flowers. She was good in the light of love.
“Now, only now,” said Rabid, “I understand why you have such a voice that I liked to hear it even in my sleep. Now, even if you go blind, I will love you and this will cure you. Pardon me. I'm a little crazy because I'm resurrected. I can be allowed to say everything.
At that moment, his dark-born, accurate representation of her was and remained in a way that she did not expect.

The blind man lay quietly, arms folded across his chest and smiling. He smiled unconsciously. He was ordered not to move, in any case, to make movements only in cases of strict necessity. So he lay for the third day with a bandage over his eyes. But his state of mind, despite that faint, frozen smile, was that of a condemned man, waiting for mercy. From time to time the possibility of starting to live again, balancing himself in the bright space with the mysterious work of the pupils, appearing suddenly clear, excited him so much that he twitched all over, as in a dream.

Protecting Rabid's nerves, the professor did not tell him that the operation was a success, that he would certainly become sighted again. Any ten-thousandth chance back could turn everything into a tragedy. Therefore, saying goodbye, the professor said to Rabid every day:

Keep calm. Everything is done for you, the rest will follow.

In the midst of tormenting tension, waiting and all sorts of assumptions, Rabid heard the voice of Daisy Garan coming up to him. It was a girl who served in the clinic; Often, in difficult moments, Rabid asked her to put her hand on his forehead, and now he expected with pleasure that this small, friendly hand would lightly cling to his head, which was numb from immobility. And so it happened.

When she took her hand away, he, who had looked inside himself for so long and learned to accurately understand the movements of his heart, realized once again that his main fear of late had been the fear of never seeing Daisy. Even when he was brought here and he heard a swift female voice in charge of the patient's device, a gratifying sensation stirred in him of a gentle and slender being, drawn by the sound of this voice. It was the warm, merry and soulful sound of young life, rich in melodious nuances as clear as a warm morning.

Gradually, her image clearly arose in him, arbitrary, like all our ideas about the invisible, but necessary for him. Talking for three weeks only to her, submitting to her easy and persistent care, Rabid knew that he had begun to love her from the very first days; now to recover - became his goal for her sake.

He thought that she treated him with deep sympathy, favorable for the future. Blind, he did not consider himself entitled to ask these questions, postponing their decision until the time when both of them looked into each other's eyes. And he did not know at all that this girl, whose voice made him so happy, was thinking about his recovery with fear and sadness, because she was ugly. Her feeling for him arose out of loneliness, the consciousness of her influence over him, and out of a consciousness of security. He was blind, and she could calmly look at herself with his inner idea of ​​her, which he expressed not in words, but in his whole attitude - and she knew that he loved her.

Before the operation, they talked for a long time and a lot. Rabid told her his wanderings, she - about everything that is happening in the world now. And the line of her conversation was full of the same charming softness as her voice. As they parted, they thought of something else to say to each other. Her last words were:

Goodbye, for now.

Bye... - answered Rabid, and it seemed to him that in "bye" there was hope.

He was straight, young, bold, playful, tall and black-haired. He should have had - if he had - black, shining eyes with a stare. Imagining this look, Daisy moved away from the mirror with fear in her eyes. And her sickly, irregular face was covered with a gentle blush.

What will happen? she said. - Well, let this good month come to an end. But open his prison, Professor Rebald, please!

When the hour of testing came and the light was established, with which at first Rabid's weak gaze could fight, the professor and his assistant, and with them several other people of the learned world, surrounded Rabid.

Daisy! he said, thinking she was there and hoping to be the first to see her. But she was not there precisely because at that moment she did not find the strength to see, to feel the excitement of a person whose fate was decided by removing the bandage. She stood in the middle of the room as if spellbound, listening to voices and footsteps. By an involuntary effort of the imagination, overshadowing us in moments of heavy sighs, she saw herself somewhere in another world, another, which she would like to appear to a newborn look, she sighed and resigned herself to fate.

Meanwhile, the bandage was removed. Continuing to feel her disappearance, pressure, Rabid lay in sharp and blissful doubts. His pulse dropped.

The deed is done,” said the professor, his voice trembling with excitement. - Look, open your eyes!

Rabid raised his eyelids, still thinking that Daisy was there, and ashamed to call her again. A curtain hung in folds in front of his face.

Remove the matter, he said, it interferes. And, having said this, he realized that he had seen the light that the folds of matter, hung as if on the very face, were a window curtain at the far end of the room.

His chest began to convulsively heave, and he, not noticing the sobs that uncontrollably shook his entire emaciated, stale body, began to look around, as if reading a book. Object after object passed before him in the light of his rapture, and he saw the door, and instantly fell in love with it, because this was the door through which Daisy passed. Smiling blissfully, he took a glass from the table, his hand trembled, and, almost without mistake, he put it back in its original place.

Now he was impatiently waiting for all the people who had restored his sight to leave, in order to call Daisy and, with the right to receive the ability to fight for life, tell her all his main things. But a few more minutes passed of solemn, excited, learned conversation in an undertone, during which he had to answer how he felt and how he saw.

In the quick flash of thoughts that filled him, and in his terrible excitement, he could not recall the details of those minutes and establish when at last he was left alone. But this moment has come. Rabid called, told the servant that Daisy Garan was expecting him immediately, and began to look blissfully at the door.

Having learned that the operation had been a brilliant success, Daisy returned to her room, breathing the purity of loneliness, and, with tears in her eyes, with the meek courage of the last one who crossed out all meetings, dressed in a pretty summer dress.

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Green Alexander
Voice and eye

The blind man lay quietly, arms folded across his chest and smiling. He smiled unconsciously. He was ordered not to move, in any case, to make movements only in cases of strict necessity. So he lay for the third day with a bandage over his eyes. But his state of mind, despite that faint, frozen smile, was that of a condemned man, waiting for mercy. From time to time the possibility of starting to live again, balancing himself in the bright space with the mysterious work of the pupils, appearing suddenly clear, excited him so much that he twitched all over, as in a dream.

Protecting Rabid's nerves, the professor did not tell him that the operation was a success, that he would certainly become sighted again. Any ten-thousandth chance back could turn everything into a tragedy. Therefore, saying goodbye, the professor said to Rabid every day:

- Keep calm. Everything is done for you, the rest will follow.

In the midst of tormenting tension, waiting and all sorts of assumptions, Rabid heard the voice of Daisy Garan coming up to him. It was a girl who served in the clinic; Often, in difficult moments, Rabid asked her to put her hand on his forehead, and now he expected with pleasure that this small, friendly hand would lightly cling to his head, which was numb from immobility. And so it happened.

When she took her hand away, he, who had looked inside himself for so long and learned to accurately understand the movements of his heart, realized once again that his main fear of late had been the fear of never seeing Daisy. Even when he was brought here and he heard a swift female voice in charge of the patient's device, a gratifying sensation stirred in him of a gentle and slender being, drawn by the sound of this voice. It was the warm, merry and soulful sound of young life, rich in melodious nuances as clear as a warm morning.

Gradually, her image clearly arose in him, arbitrary, like all our ideas about the invisible, but necessary for him. Talking for three weeks only to her, submitting to her easy and persistent care, Rabid knew that he had begun to love her from the very first days; now to get well was his goal for her sake.

He thought that she treated him with deep sympathy, favorable for the future. Blind, he did not consider himself entitled to ask these questions, postponing their decision until the time when both of them looked into each other's eyes. And he did not know at all that this girl, whose voice made him so happy, was thinking about his recovery with fear and sadness, because she was ugly. Her feeling for him arose out of loneliness, the consciousness of her influence over him, and out of a consciousness of security. He was blind, and she could calmly look at herself with his inner idea of ​​her, which he expressed not in words, but in his whole attitude - and she knew that he loved her.

Before the operation, they talked for a long time and a lot. Rabid told her about his wanderings, she about everything that is happening in the world now. And the line of her conversation was full of the same charming softness as her voice. As they parted, they thought of something else to say to each other. Her last words were:

- Goodbye, bye.

- Bye ... - answered Rabid, and it seemed to him that in "bye" there was hope.

He was straight, young, bold, playful, tall and black-haired. He should have had - if he had - black, glaring eyes with a stare. Imagining this look, Daisy moved away from the mirror with fear in her eyes. And her sickly, irregular face was covered with a gentle blush.

- What will happen? she said. Well, let this good month end. But open his prison, Professor Rebald, please!

When the hour of testing came and the light was established, with which at first Rabid's weak gaze could fight, the professor and his assistant, and with them several other people of the learned world, surrounded Rabid.

- Daisy! he said, thinking she was there and hoping to be the first to see her. But she was not there precisely because at that moment she did not find the strength to see, to feel the excitement of a person whose fate was decided by removing the bandage. She stood in the middle of the room as if spellbound, listening to voices and footsteps. By an involuntary effort of the imagination, which overshadows us in moments of heavy sighs, she saw herself somewhere in another world, another, which she would like to appear to a newborn look, - she sighed and resigned herself to fate.

Meanwhile, the bandage was removed. Continuing to feel her disappearance, pressure, Rabid lay in sharp and blissful doubts. His pulse dropped.

"It's done," said the professor, his voice cracking with excitement. - Look, open your eyes!

Rabid raised his eyelids, still thinking that Daisy was there, and ashamed to call her again. A curtain hung in folds in front of his face.

“Remove the matter,” he said, “it gets in the way.” And, having said this, he realized that he had seen the light that the folds of matter, hung as if on the very face, were a window curtain at the far end of the room.

His chest began to convulsively heave, and he, not noticing the sobs that uncontrollably shook his entire emaciated, stale body, began to look around, as if reading a book. Object after object passed before him in the light of his rapture, and he saw the door, and instantly fell in love with it, because this was the door through which Daisy passed. Smiling blissfully, he took a glass from the table, his hand trembled, and, almost without mistake, he put it back in its original place.

Now he was impatiently waiting for all the people who had restored his sight to leave, in order to call Daisy and, with the right to receive the ability to fight for life, tell her all his main things. But a few more minutes passed of solemn, excited, learned conversation in an undertone, during which he had to answer how he felt and how he saw.

In the quick flash of thoughts that filled him, and in his terrible excitement, he could not recall the details of those minutes and establish when at last he was left alone. But this moment has come. Rabid called, told the servant that Daisy Garan was expecting him immediately, and began to look blissfully at the door.

Having learned that the operation had been a brilliant success, Daisy returned to her room, breathing the purity of loneliness, and, with tears in her eyes, with the meek courage of the last one who crossed out all meetings, dressed in a pretty summer dress.

She cleaned her thick hair simply - just so that nothing could be done better for this dark, with a wet sheen of a wave, and with a face open to everything, naturally raising her head, she went out with a smile on her face and an execution in her soul to the doors, behind which everything is so changed unusually. It even seemed to her that it was not Rabid who was lying there, but someone completely different. And, recalling with all the speed of the last minutes many little things of their meetings and conversations, she realized that he definitely loved her.

Touching the door, she hesitated and opened it, almost wishing everything was as it was. Rabid lay with his head towards her, looking for her behind him with his eyes in an energetic turn of his face. She passed and stopped.

- Who you are? Rabid asked with a questioning smile.

“Really, I’m like a new creature for you?” - she said, instantly returning to him with the sounds of her voice all their short, hidden from each other past.

In his black eyes, she saw undisguised, complete joy, and suffering let her go. No miracle happened, but all her inner world, all her love, fears, pride and desperate thoughts and all the excitement of the last minute were expressed in such a smile of her blush-filled face that all of her, with her slender figure, seemed to Rabid the sound of a string entwined with flowers. She was good in the light of love.

“Now, only now,” Rabid said, “I understand why you have such a voice that I liked to hear it even in my sleep. Now, even if you go blind, I will love you and this will cure you. Pardon me. I'm a little crazy because I'm resurrected. I can be allowed to say everything.

At that moment, his dark-born, accurate representation of her was and remained in a way that she did not expect.

The blind man lay quietly, arms folded across his chest and smiling. He smiled unconsciously. He was ordered not to move, in any case, to make movements only in cases of strict necessity. So he lay for the third day with a bandage over his eyes. But his state of mind, despite that faint, frozen smile, was that of a condemned man, waiting for mercy. From time to time the possibility of starting to live again, balancing himself in the bright space with the mysterious work of the pupils, appearing suddenly clear, excited him so much that he twitched all over, as in a dream.

Protecting Rabid's nerves, the professor did not tell him that the operation was a success, that he would certainly become sighted again. Any ten-thousandth chance back could turn everything into a tragedy. Therefore, saying goodbye, the professor said to Rabid every day:

Keep calm. Everything is done for you, the rest will follow.

In the midst of tormenting tension, waiting and all sorts of assumptions, Rabid heard the voice of Daisy Garan coming up to him. It was a girl who served in the clinic; Often, in difficult moments, Rabid asked her to put her hand on his forehead, and now he expected with pleasure that this small, friendly hand would lightly cling to his head, which was numb from immobility. And so it happened.

When she took her hand away, he, who had looked inside himself for so long and learned to accurately understand the movements of his heart, realized once again that his main fear of late had been the fear of never seeing Daisy. Even when he was brought here and he heard a swift female voice in charge of the patient's device, a gratifying sensation stirred in him of a gentle and slender being, drawn by the sound of this voice. It was the warm, merry and soulful sound of young life, rich in melodious nuances as clear as a warm morning.

Gradually, her image clearly arose in him, arbitrary, like all our ideas about the invisible, but necessary for him. Talking for three weeks only to her, submitting to her easy and persistent care, Rabid knew that he had begun to love her from the very first days; now to recover - became his goal for her sake.

He thought that she treated him with deep sympathy, favorable for the future. Blind, he did not consider himself entitled to ask these questions, postponing their decision until the time when both of them looked into each other's eyes. And he did not know at all that this girl, whose voice made him so happy, was thinking about his recovery with fear and sadness, because she was ugly. Her feeling for him arose out of loneliness, the consciousness of her influence over him, and out of a consciousness of security. He was blind, and she could calmly look at herself with his inner idea of ​​her, which he expressed not in words, but in his whole attitude - and she knew that he loved her.

Before the operation, they talked for a long time and a lot. Rabid told her his wanderings, she - about everything that is happening in the world now. And the line of her conversation was full of the same charming softness as her voice. As they parted, they thought of something else to say to each other. Her last words were:

Goodbye, for now.

Bye... - answered Rabid, and it seemed to him that in "bye" there was hope.

He was straight, young, bold, playful, tall and black-haired. He should have had - if he had - black, shining eyes with a stare. Imagining this look, Daisy moved away from the mirror with fear in her eyes. And her sickly, irregular face was covered with a gentle blush.

What will happen? she said. - Well, let this good month come to an end. But open his prison, Professor Rebald, please!

When the hour of testing came and the light was established, with which at first Rabid's weak gaze could fight, the professor and his assistant, and with them several other people of the learned world, surrounded Rabid.

Daisy! he said, thinking she was there and hoping to be the first to see her. But she was not there precisely because at that moment she did not find the strength to see, to feel the excitement of a person whose fate was decided by removing the bandage. She stood in the middle of the room as if spellbound, listening to voices and footsteps. By an involuntary effort of the imagination, overshadowing us in moments of heavy sighs, she saw herself somewhere in another world, another, which she would like to appear to a newborn look, she sighed and resigned herself to fate.

Meanwhile, the bandage was removed. Continuing to feel her disappearance, pressure, Rabid lay in sharp and blissful doubts. His pulse dropped.

The deed is done,” said the professor, his voice trembling with excitement. - Look, open your eyes!

Rabid raised his eyelids, still thinking that Daisy was there, and ashamed to call her again. A curtain hung in folds in front of his face.

Remove the matter, he said, it interferes. And, having said this, he realized that he had seen the light that the folds of matter, hung as if on the very face, were a window curtain at the far end of the room.

His chest began to convulsively heave, and he, not noticing the sobs that uncontrollably shook his entire emaciated, stale body, began to look around, as if reading a book. Object after object passed before him in the light of his rapture, and he saw the door, and instantly fell in love with it, because this was the door through which Daisy passed. Smiling blissfully, he took a glass from the table, his hand trembled, and, almost without mistake, he put it back in its original place.

Now he was impatiently waiting for all the people who had restored his sight to leave, in order to call Daisy and, with the right to receive the ability to fight for life, tell her all his main things. But a few more minutes passed of solemn, excited, learned conversation in an undertone, during which he had to answer how he felt and how he saw.

In the quick flash of thoughts that filled him, and in his terrible excitement, he could not recall the details of those minutes and establish when at last he was left alone. But this moment has come. Rabid called, told the servant that Daisy Garan was expecting him immediately, and began to look blissfully at the door.

Having learned that the operation had been a brilliant success, Daisy returned to her room, breathing the purity of loneliness, and, with tears in her eyes, with the meek courage of the last one who crossed out all meetings, dressed in a pretty summer dress.

She cleaned her thick hair simply - just so that nothing could be done better for this dark wave with a damp sheen, and with her face open to everything, naturally raising her head, she went out with a smile on her face and an execution in her soul to the doors, behind which everything is so changed unusually. It even seemed to her that it was not Rabid who was lying there, but someone completely different. And, recalling with all the speed of the last minutes many little things of their meetings and conversations, she realized that he definitely loved her.

Touching the door, she hesitated and opened it, almost wishing everything was as it was. Rabid lay with his head towards her, looking for her behind him with his eyes in an energetic turn of his face. She passed and stopped.

Who you are? Rabid asked with a questioning smile.

Really, I'm like a new being for you? - she said, instantly returning to him with the sounds of her voice all their short, hidden from each other past.

In his black eyes, she saw undisguised, complete joy, and suffering let her go. No miracle happened, but all her inner world, all her love, fears, pride and desperate thoughts and all the excitement of the last minute were expressed in such a smile of her blush-filled face that all of her, with her slender figure, seemed to Rabid the sound of a string entwined with flowers. She was good in the light of love.

Now, only now, - said Rabid, - I understood why you have such a voice that I liked to hear it even in my sleep. Now, even if you go blind, I will love you and this will cure you. Pardon me. I'm a little crazy because I'm resurrected. I can be allowed to say everything.

At that moment, his dark-born, accurate representation of her was and remained in a way that she did not expect.

The blind man lay quietly, arms folded across his chest and smiling. He smiled unconsciously. He was ordered not to move, in any case, to make movements only in cases of strict necessity.

Composition

What is love? Why does it exist? These two simple, at first glance, questions are not a dilemma for many people - because the answer is obvious. There is nothing easier than identifying a feeling that has been analyzed hundreds of times by various creators. However, this is not always the case. Love itself changes with a person and therefore continues to maintain its relevance. Some consider it a gift, others consider it a curse, others consider it a test, and still others do not believe in the existence of love at all. In any case, the problem that A. Green raised concerns each of us. What is the role of love in human life? We will find the answer to this question in the text of A. Green.

The narrator does not conduct a superficial analysis of the problem: by the way he immerses us in the atmosphere of the story, how he describes the character of the characters in detail, it becomes clear that the writer is interested in what he is trying to convey to the reader. The narrator emphasizes that during the operation on the eyes and subsequent hospitalization, his hero was the most vulnerable and helpless, and therefore at the moment when Daisy Garan appeared, caring for him in the most difficult moments, he opened up to her with all his heart. The girl was gentle and caring, and Rabid, not being able to see her, drew in his head such a gentle and so pure image that the thoughts of the next meeting with her beloved literally replaced the pain and fear of death, and along with this, a new incentive appeared to start again. to live, to regain sight.

The main idea of ​​the text is that love is a feeling that allows you to open up to a person as much as possible, a feeling thanks to which life takes on completely new colors. Love allows a person to forget their own problems and fears and again see the meaning in their existence. It gives a person a second wind, allows him to start living fully again, not paying attention to those little things that a lonely person in ordinary life seem like insurmountable obstacles.

It is difficult not to agree with the thought of A. Green. Indeed, the role of love is to displace all the most negative, filling the human heart with new colors and motives, thoughts and ideas, inspiring him and filling his life with meaning.

The role of love in human life is discussed by M.A. Bulgakov in The Master and Margarita. The feelings that Margarita experienced when meeting with the Master were completely new for her - the heroine was already married, but she had never loved anyone as much, so ardently and so selflessly as she fell in love this time. The girl, previously sad and somewhat humble, completely changed her attitude to life. Love for the Master not only gave her a new breath, not only helped the heroine find the meaning of her existence, but also added strength, aspiration, patience and perseverance in the struggle for the return of her beloved. Only thanks to love, Margarita went through all the trials that the deal with the devil suggested, and achieved her goal by meeting her beloved again.

The same problem was raised by A.S. Pushkin in the story "The Captain's Daughter". The author describes the life of Pyotr Grinev before and after meeting Maria and draws our attention to how the young man changed due to the feelings that arose. Before coming to the fortress, Peter had no desire to serve and repay the Motherland, no desire to improve, achieve personal growth and, on the whole, there was no zeal for life. However, having met Maria and having warm feelings for her, the hero began to change internally. Now Peter was worried about his honor, the honor of his relatives and loved ones, and therefore he defended them in a duel with Shvabrin. The hero began to take his behavior more seriously, which became noticeable in the scenes of his communication with Pugachev. Peter gained strength, became more courageous and selfless - he was ready for anything to save Mary from the captivity of Shvabrin. Love literally helped the main character become a man, a man of honor and dignity, and also brought a new goal into his life, because after all that had happened, Maria began to depend only on him.

In conclusion, I would like to say that A. Green's reasoning is generally instructive and encourages us to think about the role that feelings and emotions play in our lives, and about what love is really capable of.