Unexplored countries... The world is new, tempting, attractive. Different impressions, different thoughts and feelings. To see a new country is to open the door to the kingdom of other sensations, emotions, to the kingdom of your dreams, your dreams. To visit somewhere means to give yourself the joy of learning something different, special, unusual, to find peace and tranquility, harmony of the soul. A new country for us is a surge of delight and happiness with which we plunge into a different, unusual, and sometimes strange life. But why does the author of these lines compare the pleasure of visiting unknown countries with the feeling that arises in us at the sound of long-familiar words that we hear every day, which are an integral part of our life, our entire existence?
Is it because every word contains some deep meaning, understandable only to us? Is it because a word is a kind of art, something beautiful, something that we possess every day, although we are not always able to appreciate and enjoy ? Then how happy can be that person who discovers for himself the harmonious, not yet fully studied, explored, but infinitely dear, dear to us world of words!
Because it is with the help of words that we can recreate pictures that are close to our hearts, that excite us: a fallen birch tree and thickets of wild raspberries, the endless sea and a chain of high mountains stretching into the sky, and not only nature, but also people, their true descriptions, which make us love them or despise them, be proud or judge them harshly. But sometimes, in order to understand all the magical charm of a language, “you need to deeply love and know your people to the bone, to feel the hidden charm of our land” (Paustovsky). This means that the language and history of a people are inextricably linked and merge together.
And indeed, it is impossible to appreciate all the charm of our language without knowing, without plunging into this unusual, dissimilar, special Russian land. Homeland. But awareness of the word is not a meager knowledge of the characteristic features of Russian people and Russian history. The Russian language is fully revealed in its truly magical properties only to those who want and know how to appreciate beauty, to find it in simple, simple things, to those who are able to subtly think, feel, experience, see things in a different light and, most importantly, to believe that language is our wealth, a thing that is not subject to time.
We laugh and cry, rejoice and suffer, live and die, but our native land remains with its traditions, culture, customs and, of course, language, which for centuries has given us, shared its magical, witchcraft, unique charm, teaches us to feel euphony, harmony of an ordinary word.
10th grade student Alina Terskikh
The word is very amazing in nature. It has enormous power that nothing can compare to. Any word has its own history, and therefore even in the most ordinary words a mysterious world of the unknown is hidden.
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Municipal state educational institution
Gribanovskaya secondary school No. 1
Gribanovsky district
Voronezh region
“I love ordinary words, like unknown countries.” (D. Samoilov)
(Essay)
Performed:
10th grade student
Terskikh Alina
Supervisor:
teacher of Russian language and literature
Tsygankova Tatyana Nikolaevna
The word is very amazing in nature. It has enormous power that nothing can compare to. A word can mortally wound, but it can also heal. It can shake masses of people and motivate entire nations to action. Is this surprising? In my opinion, words are full of secrets and mysteries. Any word has its own history, and therefore even in the most ordinary and familiar words, a mysterious world of the unknown is hidden. I just want to exclaim after the poet D. Samoilov:
I love ordinary words
Like unknown countries.
Why does the poet compare words with countries? Let's try to figure this out. When people use words, they most often do not think about why this or that object is called that way. But words don’t appear just like that, they are the product of our thoughts, experiences, doubts, and desires for something new. We call everything that surrounds us in this world by words, and they themselves are a unique, not yet fully studied world. And the main guide in it are etymological dictionaries, which help lift the curtain into the mysterious land of words. Many words familiar to us used to have a different meaning. For example, a "city" was originally a walled, fortified shelter. "Island" literally meant dry land in the middle of a river or a dry hill in the middle of a marshy plain. Interestingly, “kiss” represents a rare case of an imperative form becoming a noun. Scientists suggest that it arose in children's speech from persistent demands (“kiss” and “kiss”!). And the word “weapon”, it turns out, has the same root as “scold”. According to etymologists, “abuse”, which now means “to scold” in our country, in the old days meant “battle”, “battle”. And “take into account, requests, results” are expressions, according to experts, brought into everyday speech from trading and financial circles. Yes, you’re simply amazed how many unusual things are hidden in the most ordinary words!
These familiar strangers live not only in etymological, but also in explanatory, word-formation, orthoepic and other dictionaries, where, as in different countries, their own laws and rules reign. I think that these are not just dry reference books, but valuable, deeply interesting books that help to penetrate not only into the country of seemingly the most ordinary words, but also into the history of an entire people.
Thus, the world of words is deep and vast, each word has its own destiny, and this destiny is connected with other words by many threads, and each word has its roots going deep into past centuries. So it turns out that even the simplest words can be compared to unexplored countries that hide various secrets that you just want to unravel.
Thinking about the mysterious, amazing world of words, I composed lines full of love and respect for the word:
Words, your world is not fully explored,
Not all paths have been followed.
He is interesting, vast,
And anyone can get lost in it.
And so that this doesn't happen,
Take care, value words,
And what a beautiful planet
Their world will open then!..
The poetry of David Samoilov is the embodiment of noble simplicity. There is neither poverty nor primitiveness in it, which could indicate a lack of talent - simply themes, clear and deep, like life itself, do not tolerate pathos or sophistication.
Samoilov does not play with words and does not admire them, turning them endlessly in search of new shades and reflections, but wipes him, trying to restore the former transparency:
And I realized that in the world there is no
Worn out words or phenomena.
Their being to the very depths
The shocked genius explodes.
And the wind is more extraordinary,
When he is the wind, not the wind.I love ordinary words
Like unknown countries.
They are clear only at first,
Then their meanings are vague.
They are wiped like glass,
And this is our craft.
This is the only way one can write about war - simply, but so poignantly that every phrase resonates with pain. “Words smell like gunpowder for a long time. And pine trees also have trunks", - the endless despair and bitterness of these lines takes my breath away for a second. Without unnecessary epithets, without frills - concentrated suffering, contained in two simple sentences. This is art - or maybe more than art.
But Samoilov writes not only about the Great Patriotic War. There are no less poems about old age in this collection, and each is filled with quiet bitterness, at times bordering on irony. The leisurely sadness of time, when half-forgotten memories come to life, and youth becomes closer and further at the same time, sounds calm and clear.
It's strange getting old
Very strange.
What is desired is not available.
But the ethereal is weighty -
Thought, love and the distant echo of thunder.
Heavy as copper coins
Tears, rain. Not in silence, but in ringing
Someone's destinies are threaded through me.
Beauty and death, love and poetry, autumn, autumn, late autumn, when snow is born somewhere in the sky - all this is in Samoilov’s poems, but most of all there are images in them. Long-gone poets and kings, heroes of other people's books speak and breathe, passed through the prism of the poet's perception.
Perhaps it is the poems dedicated to historical figures that I love most from Samoilov. The incomprehensibility of genius and inspiration, the incomprehensibility of the desire to live, tragedy, everyone has their own... Living faces, drawn with just a few strokes, instead of portraits that have become canonical: Pushkin, Pestel, Zabolotsky, Igor Severyanin, Blok, Mozart, Ivan the Terrible...
Lines full of admiration for the world (“ The lilacs were coming like a cloud, like an avalanche, advancing on the fences. This riot was called Lakstigalas Street, Nightingale Street..."), in this collection alternate with those full of despair (" The soul was alien, but it did not hurt. He didn't freeze himself. There was something chilling about him"), easy - with difficult to understand - different poems from different years. But they are all - each in their own way - beautiful.
"Beauty"
And I, like a violinist,
I press my hand to me.
And my hair flows over my shoulder,
Like silent music.She's like a fiddle on my shoulder.
What does a violin know about high singing?
What do I mean about her? What's a flame about a candle?
And what does God himself know about creation?After all, the highest gift does not recognize itself.
And beauty is above talents -
She shows herself without effort
And he never tires of giving.She's like a fiddle on my shoulder.
And the meaning of its harmonies is very complex.
But everyone understands it. And everyone is tormented.
And no one is a stranger to her.And, renouncing strife and worries,
We listen in a moment of enlightenment
That long and slow singing
And we recognize the highest meaning in it,
Which does not recognize itself.
There are a lot of amazing things and activities in the world. Probably, that’s what’s good about life is that you can make some small discoveries for yourself every day and be practically happy from it. For example, as soon as I began to realize everything that was happening around me, I never ceased to be amazed at the beauty of the world and the creations of the human mind. I can spend hours watching the play of sunlight on beads of dew on the leaves of trees. With bated breath I look at the dance of shadows on the floor and walls in the evening, while creating the most amazing pictures in my imagination. And the rainbow, the sound of the rain, the cheerful crackling of firewood in the stove?!! Isn't this a miracle? And the camera, a miracle of technology that helps capture moments of beauty?! And then the computer, the Internet... and many other modern “things” that demonstrate the unique capabilities of man. But I confess: lately I have begun to find pleasure in another activity. I like to watch words. After all, the most important invention of man is the word.
I never thought it would be so interesting. It turns out that a word can shine, and thunder, and cry... You just need to know how to use it and “turn” it the right way at the right moment.
Let’s take at least the ordinary word “hello.” At first glance, nothing special. Hundreds of times each of us has spoken it ourselves and heard it from the lips of the other. But have you noticed how it sounds and “works” depending on who it is addressed to? This is what my observations showed me. Now you meet a person whom you respect very much. You pronounce the word fully, trying to pronounce it without missing a single sound: “hello,” at the same time I already see how the head lowers in a slight bow, and it seems to me that the word turns into an arc along with head tilt. The sound [v], which according to the rules of modern language should not be pronounced, in my opinion, suddenly occupies the highest position in the figure. This makes the usual combinations of sounds in a word sound, it seems to me, like a cheerful song. It is no coincidence that this word has a common root with the words: health and health.
Now let's imagine another situation. You see a person you don't respect. According to the rules of etiquette, we must greet him too. But what do we hear: “Hello,” we say briefly and move on. Please note that in this word, in my opinion, there is no longer the slightest movement of the soul. The truncated form does not allow us to enjoy pleasant and familiar sounds. It seems that the word has faded, died out, “shrinked.” Where did its greatness and beauty go? And this is all soft [s ,
], which gave the word a connotation of disdain and absolute emptiness! And that healthy song that was originally present in him is no longer heard at all.
This is just one example of how a common word changes. Think about how many more there are...
I would like to end with the words of K.D. Ushinsky: “... By inheriting the word from our ancestors, we inherit not only the means to convey our thoughts and feelings, but we inherit these very thoughts and these feelings.” So let's cherish our native word!
Essay on the topic: “I love ordinary words, like unknown countries” D. Samoilov
Unexplored countries... The world is new, tempting, attractive. Different impressions, different thoughts and feelings. To see a new country is to open the door to the kingdom of other sensations, emotions, to the kingdom of your dreams, your dreams. To visit somewhere means to give yourself the joy of learning something different, special, unusual, to find peace and tranquility, harmony of the soul. A new country for us is a surge of delight and happiness with which we plunge into a different, unusual, and sometimes strange life.
But why does the author of these lines compare the pleasure of visiting unknown countries with the feeling that arises in us at the sound of long-familiar words that we hear every day, which are an integral part of our life, our entire existence?
Is it because every word contains some deep meaning, understandable only to us? Is it because a word is a kind of art, something beautiful, something that we possess every day, although we are not always able to appreciate and enjoy ? Then how happy can be that person who discovers for himself the harmonious, not yet fully studied, explored, but infinitely dear, dear to us world of words! The same intoxicating feeling of novelty, something amazing, as when traveling, when the shore appears in the distance and the heart skips a beat with anticipation, sweet anticipation, to beat again with renewed vigor.
The gift of speaking is a talent that we must appreciate in others and improve in ourselves, because it is the beauty of words that can sometimes work miracles with us: convince us, console us, reassure us, encourage us, inspire us. Words are the speech that we hear every day, without which we cannot imagine our existence, although in a more common sense, words are books, since most often they give us the opportunity to fully experience the beauty of our native language. “I like to read what is well written” - this phrase can often be heard from true language experts. Because it is with the help of words that we can recreate pictures that are close to our hearts, that excite us: a fallen birch tree and thickets of wild raspberries, the endless sea and a chain of high mountains stretching into the sky, and not only nature, but also people, their true descriptions, which make us love them or despise them, be proud or judge them harshly.
But sometimes, in order to understand all the magical charm of a language, “you need to deeply love and know your people to the bone, to feel the hidden charm of our land” (Paustovsky). This means that the language and history of a people are inextricably linked and merge together. And indeed, it is impossible to appreciate all the charm of our language without knowing, without plunging into this unusual, dissimilar, special Russian land. Homeland. But awareness of the word is not a meager knowledge of the characteristic features of Russian people and Russian history. The Russian language is fully revealed in its truly magical properties only to those who want and know how to appreciate beauty, to find it in simple, simple things, to those who are able to subtly think, feel, experience, see things in a different light and, most importantly, to believe that language is our wealth, a thing that is not subject to time. We laugh and cry, rejoice and suffer, live and die, but our native land remains with its traditions, culture, customs and, of course, language, which
for centuries he has been giving us, sharing his magical, witchcraft, unique charm, teaching us to feel the euphony and harmony of an ordinary word.