Each of us, somewhere in a corner of our memory, has preserved imprints of a joyful worldview, from which bright memories were once formed and continue to be formed.
In this text V.A. Soloukhin raises the problem of perception of the surrounding world.
The narrator immerses us in the world of his own memories, in a “wonderful country”, in which every detail has its own extraterrestrial, extraordinary radiance, and, what is very important, a unique meaning. The author describes his trip to Olepin, namely the “wonderful scarlet country” from his own memories, and through the prism of his worldview introduces the reader to the beauty of this place, describing every detail of the landscape, shrouded in a veil of “dazzling morning sparkle.” The narrator draws our attention to the fact that the place “where the Chernaya River meets the Koloksha River” is one of his most vivid memories and compares it to a wonderful country, “where you get only by the power of fairy-tale magic.”
The author believes that every moment of our life is unique, and everything that surrounds us is filled with significance and meaning - especially reminiscences from childhood. Therefore, it is very important to appreciate every moment of these memories, because a person who has lost even the brightest and brightest moments from his own memory is “the poorest person on earth.”
I completely agree with the opinion of Vladimir Alekseevich and also believe that everything in a person’s life is unique - feelings, emotions, and the onset of a new day. To perceive the world as something bright, rich, and beautiful means to keep in your memory and in your soul the warmth of bygone moments, which can warm a person even in the coldest period of life.
Yuri Nagibin also turns us to the problem of perception of the surrounding world in the story “Winter Oak”. The main character, Savushkin, knew how to feel the beauty of the world around him, namely the winter forest, perceived the elements of nature as something living, capable of feeling and stored all this in his memory. The boy’s teacher, unfortunately, was no longer capable of such a perception of the world around her, however, having found herself in this marvelous, fabulous winter forest, which was so dear to Savushkin, she understood why the student believes that the Winter Oak is an animate object, like and the entire forest surrounding it. It’s just that the little boy was still able to see and feel magic in every detail of the “fairy tale land” that surrounded him, and even managed to awaken something similar in his teacher.
In the epic novel L.N. Tolstoy's "War and Peace" the author shows that even after living for many years, a person is still able to take a fresh look at the world around him. Andrei Bolkonsky is one of the few who was able to store vivid and significant details of the world around him in his memories, and some of them were able to completely change the hero’s worldview. Thus, the oak tree remained a bright imprint in the commander’s memory - a symbol of the psychological state of the commander himself, which turned the consciousness of the main character upside down, forced him to perceive the world around him and life in general in a new way, and remained a bright and bright spot in the memory of Andrei Bolkonsky.
Thus, we can conclude that everything in a person’s life is unique, every memory plays its own role, and every detail in the nature around us has its own meaning.
Let us turn to the text by V. Soloukhin from the Observatory about the flood. By the way, this text caused a lot of noise in 2015, when many graduates who wrote essays on it received 0 points according to criteria K4 - K1, since they did not talk about maternal self-sacrifice, as experts expected, but about war as the most terrible disaster . Be careful when formulating a problem: write exactly about the one that is the focus of the author’s attention, and not about the one he touches upon in passing.
(1) It rained every day. (2) In the end, the earth was so saturated with water that it did not take in another drop of moisture. (3) That’s why, when a wide, dark hole appeared in the sky and abundant, summer-warm water poured out, our quiet, peaceful river immediately began to swell and swell. (4) Streams raced along every ravine, along every ditch, jumping over tree roots and over stones, as if their only task was to reach the river as quickly as possible and take part in its revelry as much as possible.
(5) I walked along the shore, not thinking about anything, admiring the truly extraordinary sight. (6) Never, with the most rapid melting of the deepest snows, has there been such a flood on our river, such a water field, as now. (7) Tall alder bushes now looked out of the water with only their tops.
(8) A monotonous weak squeak began to reach my ears, so weak that at first, although I heard it, I somehow didn’t pay attention, somehow it couldn’t “find out” to me. (9) Perhaps he got confused at first with the squeaking and chirping of birds, and then stood out in order to capture attention.
(10) Having taken a few steps along the shore, I listened again and then I saw at the toe of my rubber boot, which seemed to me to be a huge rubber boot, a tiny dimple, once left by a cow’s hoof.
(11) In the hole, huddled in a ball, tiny creatures floundered, helpless, like all cubs.
(12) The cubs were the size of adult mice, or, better said, the size of moles, because they were more like them in the color of their wet fur coats. (13) There were about six of them swarming around, and each one tried to take the top, so that they blindly all the time mixed up in a ball, trampling and trampling on the weakest ones.
(14) I wanted to know whose cubs these were, and I began to look around. (15) From behind the top of the alder tree, frantically, continuously raking its paws to stay in one place (the current carried it away), a muskrat looked at me with its black beads. (16) Having met my eyes, she quickly, fearfully swam to the side, but an invisible connection with a cow’s hoof held her as if on a thread. (17) Therefore, the muskrat swam not into the distance, but in a circle. (18) She returned to the alder bush and again began to look at me, rowing tirelessly in one place.
(19) The muskrat stayed on the water about two meters from me, which is incredible for this extremely cautious, extremely timid animal. (20) It was heroism, it was the mother’s self-sacrifice, but it couldn’t have been otherwise: after all, the cubs screamed so alarmingly and so invitingly!
(21) I finally left so as not to interfere with the mother doing her eternal job - saving her children. (22) Succumbing to involuntary sentimentality, I thought that I also have children. (23) I tried to imagine a disaster that, in scale, in surprise, in scope and horror, would be for us like this flood for a poor family of animals, when we would have to drag children in the same way to one, to another, to a third place, and they would die on the way from the cold and from the struggle for existence, and they would scream and call me, and I would not have the opportunity to get closer to them.
(24) After going through everything that my imagination suggested, I settled on the most terrible human disaster. (25) Its name is war.
(26) The rain intensified from minute to minute, it hit me painfully on the face and hands. (27) A black, stormy night descended on the earth. (28) Water was still rising in the river.
(29) In the sky, above the rain, above the darkness of the night, so that the sound could barely be heard, birds made of fire and metal were flying, unknown where and unknown from where.
(30) Even if they could now look from their height at the earth and at me walking along it, then I would seem to them much smaller, much more microscopic than half an hour ago the blind, chilled muskrat cubs lying on the very edge of the earth seemed to me and the elements.
(According to V.A. Soloukhin)
Now let’s try to write an essay on it, using the proposed plan.
1 paragraph: problem
How does a mother's love for her children manifest itself? What is she ready for if the children are in danger? It is these questions that the author reflects on in the text proposed for analysis.
Paragraph 2: comment
In the first part of the story, V. Soloukhin describes the situation of a summer flood, which is not dangerous for humans, but is a real natural disaster for some animals. Then - tiny, helpless muskrat cubs who got into trouble because of the raging elements (first example from the text). And finally - their mother, who, at the sight of a man, did not swim away, but tried to stay in one place, struggling with the strong current, since “an invisible connection with a cow’s hoof held her as if on a thread.” (second example from the text).
3 paragraph: author’s position
The author sincerely admires the behavior of the usually cautious and timid animal: “It was heroism, it was the self-sacrifice of the mother, but it could not have been otherwise: after all, the cubs screamed so alarmingly and so invitingly!”
Paragraph 4: agreement + thesis
It is difficult to disagree with the author's position. Indeed, a mother becomes fearless if her children are in danger. At such moments, maternal instinct makes her forget about her safety, and this cannot but cause admiration.
Paragraph 5: literary argument
For parents, the safety of their children will always come first. To see this, let us remember the work of I.S. Turgenev “The Sparrow”, in which a bird rushed to save its little sparrow that had fallen from the nest from a dog. Although the dog seemed like a huge monster to the sparrow, he could not sit on a high safe branch: the power of parental love threw him out of there.
Paragraph 6: argument from life experience
And how many stories are connected with animals who, risking their own lives, and sometimes sacrificing it, saved their cubs from the fire. The famous cat Scarlett became famous throughout the world after she carried five newborn kittens from a garage fire. Her paws and muzzle were already burned, her eyes were damaged, but the animal returned to the room engulfed in flames over and over again to save all the kids.
Paragraph 7: conclusion
Summarizing what has been said, we can conclude that maternal love knows no barriers. It is stronger than the fear of death. After all, if the children are in danger, the mother is ready to sacrifice everything she has, even her own life.
Essay based on the text:
Vladimir Alekseevich Soloukhin - Russian writer and poet, a prominent representative of “village prose” in his text discusses the problem of the relationship between man and nature.
The author talks about how, while going fishing, he ended up in a wonderful country. What impressed him most was the sunrise. Several times the hero returns to this place, where the Chernaya River and the Koloksha River meet, but he could not find himself in this country again.
V. A. Soloukhin believes that nature gives a person unforgettable sensations, helps him feel happy, gain an understanding that every moment of life is unique. Being in nature, a person learns to sincerely enjoy the world around him.
I believe that man and nature are closely related. Many artists, poets, composers drew inspiration from being alone with nature. For example, the singer of Rus', Sergei Yesenin, sang of his native land throughout his entire career. Nature was his muse.
Buddha and his followers believed that only by reconnecting with nature would they achieve nirvana. Therefore, they left their families and went into the forest.
Thus, I came to the conclusion that every person who knows how to enjoy nature gets pleasure from it.
Text by V. A. Soloukhin:
(1) The trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience. (2) Morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or city apartment, but under a haystack on the banks of the Koloksha River.
(3) But it’s not fishing that I remember the morning of this day. (4) Not for the first time I approached the water in the dark, when you couldn’t even see the floats on the water, barely beginning to absorb the very first, lightest lightening of the sky.
(5) Everything was as if ordinary that morning: catching perches, the flock of which I attacked, and the pre-dawn chill rising from the river, and all the unique smells that arise in the morning where there is water, sedge, nettle, mint, meadow flowers and bitter willow.
(6) And yet the morning was extraordinary. (7) Scarlet clouds, round, as if inflated, floated across the sky with the solemnity and slowness of swans. (8) The clouds also floated along the river, coloring not only the water, not only the light steam above the water, but also the wide glossy leaves of water lilies. (9) The white fresh flowers of the water lilies were like roses in the light of the burning morning. (Yu) Drops of red dew fell from a bent willow into the water, spreading red circles with a black shadow.
(11) An old fisherman walked through the meadows, and in his hand a large caught fish blazed with red fire. (12) Haystacks, haystacks, a tree growing at a distance! the copse, the old man's hut - everything was seen especially prominently, brightly, as if something had happened to our vision, and it was not the play of the great sun that was the reason for the extraordinary nature of the morning. (13) The flame of the fire, so bright at night, was almost invisible now, and its pallor further emphasized the dazzlingness of the morning sparkle. (14) This is how I will forever remember those places along the bank of Koloksha where our morning dawn passed.
(15) When, having eaten fish soup and fallen asleep again, caressed by the rising sun! and having slept well, we woke up three or four hours later, it was impossible to recognize the surroundings. (16) The sun, rising to its zenith, removed all shadows from the earth. (17) Gone: the contour, the convexity of earthly objects, the fresh coolness and the burning of dew, and its sparkle disappeared somewhere. (18) The meadow flowers faded, the water became dull, and in the sky, instead of bright and lush clouds, a smooth whitish haze spread like a veil. (19) It was as if a few hours ago we had magically visited a completely different, wonderful country, where there are scarlet lilies and red lilies! a fish on a rope with an old man, and the grass shimmers with lights, and everything there is clearer, more beautiful, more distinct, just as it happens in wonderful countries, where one ends up] solely by the power of fairy-tale magic.
(20) How can I get back to this wondrous scarlet country? (21) After all, no matter how much later you come to the place where the Chernaya River meets the Koloksha River and where< за былинным холмом орут городищенские петухи, не проникнешь, куда желаешь как если бы забыл всесильное магическое слово, раздвигающее леса и горы.
By. V. A. Soloukhin
Essay based on the text:
Vladimir Alekseevich Soloukhin - Russian writer and poet, a prominent representative of “village prose” in his text discusses the problem of the relationship between man and nature.
The author talks about how, while going fishing, he ended up in a wonderful country. What impressed him most was the sunrise. Several times the hero returns to this place, where the Chernaya River and the Koloksha River meet, but he could not find himself in this country again.
V. A. Soloukhin believes that nature gives a person unforgettable sensations, helps him feel happy, gain an understanding that every moment of life is unique. Being in nature, a person learns to sincerely enjoy the world around him.
I believe that man and nature are closely related. Many artists, poets, composers drew inspiration from being alone with nature. For example, the singer of Rus', Sergei Yesenin, sang of his native land throughout his entire career. Nature was his muse.
Buddha and his followers believed that only by reconnecting with nature would they achieve nirvana. Therefore, they left their families and went into the forest.
Thus, I came to the conclusion that every person who knows how to enjoy nature gets pleasure from it.
Text by V. A. Soloukhin:
(1) The trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience. (2) Morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or city apartment, but under a haystack on the banks of the Koloksha River.
(3) But it’s not fishing that I remember the morning of this day. (4) Not for the first time I approached the water in the dark, when you couldn’t even see the floats on the water, barely beginning to absorb the very first, lightest lightening of the sky.
(5) Everything was as if ordinary that morning: catching perches, the flock of which I attacked, and the pre-dawn chill rising from the river, and all the unique smells that arise in the morning where there is water, sedge, nettle, mint, meadow flowers and bitter willow.
(6) And yet the morning was extraordinary. (7) Scarlet clouds, round, as if inflated, floated across the sky with the solemnity and slowness of swans. (8) The clouds also floated along the river, coloring not only the water, not only the light steam above the water, but also the wide glossy leaves of water lilies. (9) The white fresh flowers of the water lilies were like roses in the light of the burning morning. (Yu) Drops of red dew fell from a bent willow into the water, spreading red circles with a black shadow.
(11) An old fisherman walked through the meadows, and in his hand a large caught fish blazed with red fire. (12) Haystacks, haystacks, a tree growing at a distance! the copse, the old man's hut - everything was seen especially prominently, brightly, as if something had happened to our vision, and it was not the play of the great sun that was the reason for the extraordinary nature of the morning. (13) The flame of the fire, so bright at night, was almost invisible now, and its pallor further emphasized the dazzlingness of the morning sparkle. (14) This is how I will forever remember those places along the bank of Koloksha where our morning dawn passed.
(15) When, having eaten fish soup and fallen asleep again, caressed by the rising sun! and having slept well, we woke up three or four hours later, it was impossible to recognize the surroundings. (16) The sun, rising to its zenith, removed all shadows from the earth. (17) Gone: the contour, the convexity of earthly objects, the fresh coolness and the burning of dew, and its sparkle disappeared somewhere. (18) The meadow flowers faded, the water became dull, and in the sky, instead of bright and lush clouds, a smooth whitish haze spread like a veil. (19) It was as if a few hours ago we had magically visited a completely different, wonderful country, where there are scarlet lilies and red lilies! a fish on a rope with an old man, and the grass shimmers with lights, and everything there is clearer, more beautiful, more distinct, just as it happens in wonderful countries, where one ends up] solely by the power of fairy-tale magic.
(20) How can I get back to this wondrous scarlet country? (21) After all, no matter how much later you come to the place where the Chernaya River meets the Koloksha River and where< за былинным холмом орут городищенские петухи, не проникнешь, куда желаешь как если бы забыл всесильное магическое слово, раздвигающее леса и горы.
By. V. A. Soloukhin
Essay on the Unified State Exam according to the text:“The trip to Olepin gave me an unforgettable experience. The morning found me not in bed, not in a hut or a city apartment, but under a haystack on the banks of the Koloksha River...”(according to V.A. Soloukhin).
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(1) Among the many shameful acts that I have committed in life, one is most memorable to me. (2) In the orphanage, there was a loudspeaker hanging in the corridor, and one day a voice was heard from it, unlike anyone else, and for some reason - most likely just the dissimilarity - irritated me. (3) “Ha... Yells like a stallion!” - I said and pulled the speaker plug out of the socket. (4) The singer’s voice broke off. (5) The children reacted sympathetically to my action, since in childhood I was the most singing and reading person. (6) ...Many years later in Essentuki, in a spacious summer hall, I listened to a symphony concert. (7) All the musicians of the Crimean orchestra, who had seen and experienced in their time, with the glorious, ant-like young conductor Zinaida Tykach, patiently explained to the public what and why they would play, when, by whom and on what occasion this or that musical work was written. (8) They did this, as it were, with an apology for their intrusion into the life of citizens so oversaturated with spiritual values, being treated and simply fattening at the resort, and the concert began with Strauss’s dashing overture in order to prepare listeners overtired by culture for the second, more serious part. (9) But the fabulous Strauss, the fiery Brahms, and the flirtatious Offenbach did not help - already from the middle of the first part of the concert, the listeners, who had crowded into the hall for the musical event only because it was free, began to leave the hall. (10) Yes, if they just left him like that, silently, cautiously - no, they left him with indignation, shouting, and abuse, as if they had been deceived in their best desires and dreams. (11) The chairs in the concert hall are old, Viennese, with round wooden seats, knocked together in a row, and every citizen, rising from his seat, considered it his duty to slam the seat indignantly. (12) I sat, huddled in myself, listening to the musicians strain themselves to drown out the noise and swearing in the hall, and I wanted to ask forgiveness for all of us from the dear conductor in a black tailcoat, from the orchestra members, who work so hard and persistently to earn their honest , poor bread, apologize for all of us and tell us how I was in childhood... (13) But life is not a letter, there is no postscript in it. (14) What does it matter that the singer whom I once insulted with a word, her name is the great Nadezhda Obukhova, became my most favorite singer, that I “corrected” and cried more than once while listening to her. (15) She, the singer, will never hear my repentance and will not be able to forgive me. (16) But, already elderly and gray-haired, I shudder at every clap and rattle of a chair in the concert hall... when musicians with all their strength, capabilities and talent try to convey the suffering of an early-suffered myopic young man wearing defenseless round glasses. (17) He, in his dying symphony, the unfinished song of his aching heart, has been stretching out his hands into the hall for more than a century and pleadingly crying out: “(18) People, help me! (19) Help!.. (20) Well, if you can’t help me, at least help yourself!..”
Do we love our native places where we spent our childhood? Do we want to once again plunge into the atmosphere of childhood? And you can immediately answer affirmatively: “It seems so!” The problem of the influence of nature on humans and the perception of nature is raised by V.A. Soloukhin in his article.
Olepin's trip gave him an unforgettable experience. He experienced such sensations while fishing and never experienced them like that again in his life. The author writes that he cannot help but enchant a night like this: “...if it does not enchant, it means that the person himself is to blame.” To say this, you need to love your homeland, your native places so much, and not only love, but also be able to see this beauty.
The author's position is clearly expressed in the content of the entire text. Only a person who strongly feels the beauty of nature can describe the state in which the author was. The author writes about how important childhood impressions are, because they preserve a joyful perception of the world, they are the most vivid and unforgettable.
I completely agree with the author of the article. Everything that surrounds us is full of significance and meaning, every moment of life is unique. You need to appreciate these moments. And being in nature, a person learns to sincerely enjoy the world around him. And this world is especially dear to us when we remember it from childhood.
There are many examples in the literature where this problem is raised. In the story by I.S. Turgenev’s “Bezhin Meadow” is filled with descriptions of nature. We see with what great love the author describes his native places, where he loved to hunt. His entire cycle of stories is combined into one large book, “Records of a Hunter.” Here the author pays great attention to the description of the surrounding nature. Only a person who loves nature infinitely can feel and describe it so subtly. And the beauty of nature could not help but charm Turgenev, who did not at all doubt its greatness.
Also in the novel “War and Peace” by L.N. Tolstoy, through the eyes of Andrei Bolkonsky, describes the extraordinary beauty of a rotten oak tree. We see how accurately the hero feels nature, everything that surrounds him. How much the oak influenced the hero. Prince Andrei seems to be telling himself that life at 31 is not over yet!
And the writer Solokhin is right that this problem is very important, that man depends on nature, on the world around him. After all, human life without nature is unthinkable.