The silence of the lesson was broken by the sharp, creaky voice of Zoya Vasilievna:
- Golubev! What is this? Are you out of your mind?!
We all raised our heads from our notebooks as one. The class wrote an essay on the topic "My favorite hero." I have already jotted down the first words: “My favorite hero is the wonderful intelligence agent Nikolai Kuznetsov.” And suddenly…
- Golubev! I'm asking you! Get up!
From behind the first desk, Alyosha Golubev stood up in front of the angry class teacher - short, frail, wearing glasses with strong lenses.
He was the object of ridicule of the whole class, boys and girls, because he never participated in our pranks, he was quiet, shy, a little awkward. After school, he always hurried home (they said that he had a very sick mother). His quiet voice was heard only at the blackboard. No one in the class was friends with him, but on the contrary, they often offended him, teased him with "Dove" and often hid his things, taking advantage of Alyosha's weak eyesight. But, to my surprise, he never got angry, never snapped, but only somehow defenselessly smiled, as if laughing at himself. At such moments I felt very sorry for him, but because of stupid solidarity with the others, I never stood up for him.
And now Alyosha, bowing his cropped head, stood before Zoya Vasilyevna's contemptuous gaze. Despite the lack of time, everyone stared at this scene with curiosity, wanting to know what caused the classroom to be so outraged. But she herself answered our silent question:
- Just look at him! How do you like what he writes about?! His favorite hero is Jesus Christ!
The class was noisy. Someone laughed, rejoicing that the unfortunate Golubev had done an utter stupidity. Someone whistled: “Vo gives!” And someone expressively twisted his finger at his temple. Indeed, to choose such a hero in our wonderful time! The year is 1970, the time of progress, the “era of bright years”, and here ... Indeed, this Golubev is crazy!
Classroom, meanwhile, continued her accusatory speech:
- Now I understand everything: why you are still not a pioneer, and why you absolutely do not participate in the social life of the class. Do not be ashamed - you always refer to a sick mother! It turns out that's the point, that's what heroes you have! What a social life!
- Zoya Vasilyevna, my mother is really very sick ...
The classroom realized it: the scene dragged on, and the lesson time is inexorably going. Moreover, almost everyone stopped writing and stared at her and at poor Golubev.
- So, we all continue to write, time is running out! And you, Alyosha, - she changed her anger to mercy, - immediately cross out this ... this, and write, like all the guys: about a real hero, a real, wonderful person! How many wonderful people! Think and write.
She returned the notebook to Alyosha, and, considering the incident settled, she returned to the teacher's table. We also returned to our "opuses", in a hurry to make up for lost time.
But for some reason Alyosha continued to stand, still lowering his head. It was impossible not to notice this class.
- What's the matter, Golubev? Her tone was unhappy. - Is there anything you don't understand? Be aware, we are wasting precious time!
Again, I could hardly make out the quiet answer:
- Sorry, Zoya Vasilyevna, I can’t ... about another hero.
– What-oh? What's happened?
Zoya Vasilievna got up from her seat, not having time to establish herself on it, and with all her majestic figure advanced towards Alyosha. He seemed so small and inconspicuous in front of her! The classroom was annoyed by an unforeseen hitch, besides, we all again raised our heads from the compositions, looking with surprise at the obstinate Dove.
What do you mean "I can't"? Do you have another favorite character?
- No ... there is no other.
- This is not a hero, but an invention of ignorant, dark people. It's ridiculous to even talk about it these days. But we will talk separately, and now, be kind, sit down and write, like all the guys. Clear?
- Ok, I see.
Alyosha sat down and seemed to be writing something. Zoya Vasilievna returned to her place, looked at him suspiciously several times, but calmed down. Everything went on as usual. I easily jotted down beautiful sentences about how I would like to be like a scout hero in everything, and finished before anyone else.
The bell rang deafeningly, causing those who were lagging behind to flinch. But now, everyone finally turned in their notebooks, and the class was empty. But the story with Golubev did not end there. I was already in the corridor when I suddenly heard:
- Golubev, come on, come back! - the tone of the classroom was elevated and did not promise anything good.
Alyosha returned to the classroom, and through the half-open door I saw how he stood at Zoya Vasilievna's table, with his head bowed in the same way and his narrow shoulders hunched. It came to me:
- So, here you are! To spite the teacher, to spite everyone! Still, I wrote about it ... about my own ... I decided to show my stubbornness! So, I ask?
It would seem that I had nothing to do with the unfortunate Dove. Let him get it for his stupidity, for his hero, or whatever you call him...
The guys had already fled (the lesson was the last), but something did not let me leave. Curiosity or some other feeling drew me to the half-open door. Without knowing why, I approached and listened.
“No, Zoya Vasilievna, it’s not out of spite…” Alyosha’s voice was weak and trembling.
- No, just out of spite! Exactly! You were told: to write, like all the guys - about the heroes of the war, pioneer heroes, but about anyone! How many wonderful people we have to look up to, to try to be like. And you? Who is this Jesus Christ? It's not even a fairytale character! Well, I would understand if you wrote about Ilya Muromets, about Russian heroes. And who is he? Yes, you understand that such a person never existed! These are all priestly inventions that uneducated, gray people believe in! And you, a Soviet schoolboy, repeat the fables of illiterate, deceived old women? Oh you! And I thought you were an intelligent boy. Be ashamed!
Zoya Vasilievna interrupted her monologue, apparently to take a breath to continue. But then Alyosha's trembling voice rang out:
- It is not true! Jesus Christ… He lived, then he died, He was crucified… But He came to life… That is, He was resurrected… He still lives. All the heroes are dead, but He lives!
There was a pause. I could only imagine the face of Zoya Vasilievna, but I myself was amazed. So object to the cool one, which by the very look could make anyone “swallow the tongue”! And who is the quiet Dove!
But then Zoya Vasilyevna came to her senses, and her voice thundered in the silence of the empty class:
– Do you realize what you are saying? You're lucky no one hears you! Where do you live, Golubev? In which country? What school do you study at? In a Soviet school or in a Kyiv bursa?..
Zoya Vasilievna's breathing began to break, her voice almost turned into a squeal.
“He lives,” she mimicked. – Do you know that our scientists proved long ago that there is no God?! Jesus Christ is just fiction, you know? Fiction! And all the cunning people made it up to deceive simpletons like you. So that you, instead of studying and building a bright future, mumble all sorts of prayers with the old women. Maybe you go to church?
The question required an answer. And he sounded, just as quiet, but firm:
- Yes, I go ... With my grandmother. But there is a God, and Jesus Christ is God's Son, and He died for our sins, and on the third day...
- Enough! The classroom slammed something on the table loudly. I don't want to listen to this nonsense! I'm not going to tolerate obscurantism in my class! Get ready, let's go to the director, let him decide what to do with you. If only my mother had pity!
I thought they were about to come out, and I recoiled from the door, intending to run away. But to my surprise, no one came out, and from behind the door suddenly came a completely different voice of the teacher - soft and somehow insinuating.
Alyosha, listen! For your mom's sake, let's handle this... this situation differently. It's just you and me, let everything stay between us. After all, if everyone finds out, it will be hard for your mother, but she suffers so much, poor ... - The voice became very soft, sincere. - Let's do this: you will promise me something now, and we will forget everything, okay?
"Good," Alyosha answered happily. What do you need to promise?
- Tell me this: Zoya Vasilievna, forgive me, please ... Can you do that?
- Yes I can. Zoya Vasilievna, please forgive me.
- Well, well done. And tell me again: I was very mistaken, there is no Jesus, and I give you an honest pioneer ... my word of honor that I will never write or pronounce this name again. That's all I want to hear from you. Agreed?
Alyosha was silent. Apparently, deciding that he was giving up, the cool one added:
– Think. It's just you and me, no one can hear us. If the guys ask, say that I scolded you properly and forgave you. And with your essay... I'll come up with something. Just say these words to me, and let's go, otherwise it's too late.
I prepared to listen to Alyoshka's apology. To be honest, I myself would easily renounce everything and do as the class wanted. Think business! After all, no one hears, and this is the main thing!
But I didn't get any apologies.
“No, Zoya Vasilievna,” Alyosha’s voice suddenly grew stronger and did not tremble at all. There are not two of us here! He is still here, Jesus Christ! He is alive... and He hears everything and sees everything. He died for me, Zoya Vasilievna! How can I say that He doesn't exist? I will then be a traitor, like Judas. And I do not want to be a traitor ... and I will not. Forgive me ... - and Alyosha burst into tears all the same.
I myself had a lump in my throat - it was a pity for Dovewing, what will happen to him now? “Well, Zoya will suit him now,” I thought. At the same time, I knew that I would never have dared to do such a thing myself. Well, okay, you are fighting for yourself or for someone close, otherwise you are fighting for some kind of Jesus Christ, Who, perhaps, never really existed! And if he was, is it really because of Him that you need to quarrel with the coolest, or even with the director of the school? It's scary to even think.
What happened next stunned me like a sudden blow. A sob was added to Alyosha's quiet sobs... Zoya Vasilievna! It was so unexpected that I just lost my head and stopped understanding anything. It began to seem to me that all this was not really happening, but I just heard a radio show where everyone was crying, and so was I. Through some kind of veil, I heard Zoya Vasilievna's hoarse, interrupted voice:
“Alyosha, my dear boy… Forgive me, old, stupid… I didn’t know… I don’t know anything myself… Alyosha, you don’t even understand how good you are… I’m sorry…”
- You believe. Without faith it is impossible in this life... And I... forgive me!
I was a boy, but I understood that I needed to leave, witnesses were no longer needed here. In thoughtfulness, I did not even notice how I left the school and wandered home, having come to my senses already at the door of my apartment. That day I did not understand much, but for some reason my heart ached and I did not want to play and fool around. I vaguely realized that I had touched something that could not be explained, some secret, bright and pure, like the tears of those two in the classroom. Then, of course, I did not understand that this mystery had an unearthly, unearthly origin. That day, the door to the unknown was opened for me…
Since then, many years have passed, almost a human life. I don't know where Alyosha Golubev is now, whether our classy Zoya Vasilievna Verbitskaya is still alive. Yes, and I am already a middle-aged, "seemingly seen" person, who wasted decades of his life, earned a serious illness, but still happy. And I clearly remember the first time I heard the Name, which is now dearer to me than all names. And how for the first time I became a witness of the firm confession of this Name from the lips of a small plain-looking boy, and how this Name turned out to be able to break through the armor of callousness and godlessness in the human heart, melting the long-term ice of lies in it.
Thank you, Alyosha! Glory to Thee, Lord!
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I would like to tell you about my favorite hero in the work of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin. And explain why I like it so much.
Of all the works of Pushkin, with which we managed to get acquainted during the five years of study, it is impossible to single out the best. Also with the hero. So I had to think to choose one of them. I think that I liked the poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila" the most.
The main characters are brave and strong, they are not afraid to stand up for what they believe in. I especially liked the main character - Lyudmila. Dear, according to Pushkin's description, an incredibly beautiful girl. When I first began to read the poem, Lyudmila did not arouse much sympathy in me. It seemed to me that she was too weak and defenseless. But, as the author introduced Lyudmila to us, I realized that this is not so. Her strength is in her devotion.
Throughout the poem, we see how Lyudmila faithfully waits for Ruslan, despite all the difficulties and troubles. It seems to me that when Pushkin created the image of Lyudmila, he wanted to show the ideal girl in her face. Even the author himself describes this heroine with great sympathy. According to his story about her appearance and qualities, we can say that he sees her only from the good side. And even when her bad trait should have manifested, because she was going to commit suicide, she still finds the right way out. From the fact that she remembered her loved ones and gave up thoughts of suicide, one can conclude that she is able to love and worry about the feelings of others.
Pushkin notes that by nature Lyudmila is a cheerful, cheerful and naive girl, she knew how to enjoy life herself and give joy to others. But her image changes when misfortunes fall on her. From a sweet girl, she turns into a woman who is ready to stand up for herself and her loved ones. With great courage, she rebuffed the sorcerer, screaming so that he was frightened. This shows her strong character. Her strength lies in how stubbornly she resisted adversity. She, as a girl, did not need to fight and be brave, but being in captivity, she did not give up.
I liked this heroine because she is not only beautiful, like many, but also does the right thing. Pushkin calls her a "pure soul", it seems to me that this is exactly what a girl should be. Lyudmila knows how to sincerely and inconsolably suffer for her love, but she also rejoices no less sincerely. She remains tender and vulnerable, needs Ruslan's protection, but when it is necessary to face danger, she can do it. You can also note her mind.
It probably has a negative side as well. It seems to me that any person has them, and even the image that the author creates. Perhaps she is too windy and naive, but in those days a girl was supposed to be like that. In one episode, she was not afraid to tear off the hat from the villain and look into his eyes, she did not run away, her courage is already manifested in this.
Most of all, I liked the sincerity in Lyudmila. I wanted people in our world to be just as sincere.
That's why I like the heroine of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin's poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila"
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School essay on the topic: “My favorite hero A.S. Pushkin" tells about Ruslan, the main character of Pushkin's poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila".
When someone is asked what his favorite character is in the works of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin, most often you can hear stories about such characters as Vladimir Dubrovsky or Pyotr Grinev. These characters, of course, have very bright and original characters, but I liked the main character of the poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila" the most. The young Prince Ruslan, in my opinion, is undeservedly overlooked, talking in detail about other heroes created by the pen of Alexander Sergeevich.
For example, look at a character like the young Dubrovsky. With all the nobility and rich inner world, this person, driven by revenge and anger, in fact, is a robber. Unlike many other Pushkin characters, Prince Ruslan cannot be blamed for thoughtless revenge, envy or reckless anger. He performs all his exploits only for the sake of love, carrying only deep sorrow and sadness in his soul.
Ruslan is a person who has a bright, open soul and is looking for a stolen wife, without violating the laws of honor and dignity. It is him, I can call the real hero, without any reservations and doubts.
Prince Ruslan had many enemies who were jealous of his strength, wealth and success in love. But the main rivals were the young warriors Rogdai, Farlaf and Ratmir, since the inconsolable Vladimir, Lyudmila's father, promised anyone who saves his daughter to marry her, despite the fact that the wedding ceremony of Ruslan and Lyudmila had already taken place. The revival of seemingly already lost hopes for marriage with the beautiful Lyudmila intoxicated the heads of the soldiers and they set off, ready for anything to achieve their goal.
Imagine how Ruslan felt at that moment! He lost his beloved, who was pulled out by unknown forces from his arms, lost the respect of Lyudmila's father and found himself alone with his grief. Having set off on a journey, he did not even suspect the insidious plans of his rivals, but each of these warriors subsequently played a certain role in his life.
The most successful was his meeting with the Khazar Khan Ratmir. This young khan found his destiny in the image of an unknown young maiden, for whose sake he forgot his feats of arms, dreams of Lyudmila and became a peaceful fisherman.
The attack by Rogdai and the insidious kidnapping of Lyudmila by Farlaf cost him much more. Ruslan was not stopped on the way to the goal, neither by the cunning of Naina, nor by the battle with the head of the hero, nor by the intrigues of Chernomor, the main enemy and kidnapper of Lyudmila.
He came out of every battle as a hero, without losing his face and self-respect. But most of all I am attracted not by Ruslan's courage, determination and composure, but by his qualities such as honesty and compassion in battle. A real hero has no idea to kill or win for the sake of glory and the number of victories. It is more important for him to restore justice and preserve prosperity for many years to come. This is exactly what the young prince is. A strong, determined, courageous warrior and at the same time a fair, honest and loving person.
"Eugene Onegin" is one of the best works of Russian literature of the nineteenth century. The image of Tatyana Larina in this novel became close to me. Sensitivity, sentimentality, her spiritual loftiness, purity, ability to empathize and understand what others do not see, attracts her. It is the subtle inner world that makes Tatyana special, unique. Pushkin does not give a clear description of the appearance of the heroine, but he reveals to us her spiritual world:
Dika, sad, silent,
Like a forest doe is timid ...
Thought, her friend
From the most lullaby days
Rural Leisure Current
Decorated her with dreams.
Tatyana's soul is closely connected with nature. Landscapes against which the events unfold are consonant with the feelings of the heroine, perfectly express what is difficult to put into words. Tatyana is a romantic person. She is passionate about novels that replace human communication for her, giving food for her mind and imagination; Tatyana's idea of life is also formed under the influence of novels. For herself, she has already come up with her hero, her ideal. He is endowed with the features of Wolmar, Werther, Grandison. He (like Tatyana herself) is unique, original, noble. When the time for love came, the girl saw this ideal in Onegin.
Gradually, she recognizes his true nature. He is not a romantic hero, but a skeptic, a realist, incapable of love. But Tatyana does not need the truth - she needs love.
The duel turned the lives of all the heroes of the novel upside down. Eugene, Olga leave the village. A deep trace remains in Tatyana's soul, her character and fate are changing, but love has not faded away - she is alive, but now Tatyana understands that it is impossible to live with feelings alone, they do not always need to be shown openly.
Tatyana, at the insistence of her mother, goes to Moscow, where she is persuaded to marry a general. And Tatyana from a romantic girl turns into an impeccable, refined “legislator of the hall”. Her pride, nobility, refined taste are genuine. And inaccessibility, indifference and carelessness - this is the mask that Tatyana is forced to wear under the pressure of the harsh laws of the world. And, in spite of everything, her feelings live, fill her heart, but they are hidden, locked. And in her heart she remains the same Tanya.
Her heart is torn back: to the old house, to the fields, forests, to the world where she lived without hiding her feelings, where she did not need a mask. But even in this secular environment, she cannot completely hide her feelings for Onegin:
She doesn't pick it up.
And without taking his eyes off him,
From greedy lips does not take away
His insensitive hand...
And yet, despite the depth of her feelings, when she "clearly understands everything", when she shares Onegin's love, Tatyana refuses Onegin. She prefers duty to feeling.
Why do I like Tatyana? It has an irresistible need to feel, to love, which is now less and less common.
Source: vamsochinenie.ru
So, she was called Tatyana.
Nor the beauty of his sister,
Neither by the freshness of her ruddy face would she have attracted the eyes.
Tatyana is my favorite heroine of A. S. Pushkin. For the first time with the novel by A. S. Pushkin "Eugene Onegin" I met in the lesson of Russian literature in the 9th grade. This novel occupies a central place in the work of the poet. This is his largest work of art. A. S. Pushkin, in a letter to the poet Vyazemsky, notes: “Now I am writing not a novel, but a novel in verse - a diabolical difference!” "Eugene Onegin" had the strongest influence on the fate of all Russian literature.
I want to write about Tatyana Larina, one of the main characters. A. S. Pushkin writes about her like this:
Her sister's name was Tatyana.
For the first time with such a name,
Gentle pages of a novel
We will sanctify
Drawing in his novel a captivating image of a Russian girl, not very beautiful, with a village name, the author does not embellish, does not idealize, both in characterizing her mental disposition and in depicting her behavior, although he declares more than once about his deep sympathy:
Tatiana, dear Tatiana!
With you now I shed tears ...
Forgive me: I love my dear Tatyana so much!
If Pushkin says that about her, then I think she is beautiful.
Tatyana grew up in a family as a wild, unkind girl who did not like to play with her friends, mostly immersed in herself, in her experiences. Curious, inquisitive, she tries to understand everything around her and her own soul, and, not finding an answer to her requests from her elders - mother, father, nanny - she looks for them in books that she has become addicted to since childhood, which I used to believe.
She liked novels early,
They replaced everything!
I think if her parents gave her more time, then she would not be so naive. About life, about people, Tatyana is used to judging by books. In them, she was looking for an expression of her own experiences. The life around her, the environment of the village landowners, their wives and children, little satisfies her demanding soul, her inquisitive mind. In novels, she saw a different life, more wonderful, significant and eventful, other people, more interesting; she believed that such a life and such people were not invented by the authors, but actually existed, and she was sure that she, too, would one day meet such people and live such a life. Pushkin says:
She fell in love with deceptions
Both Richardson and Rousseau.
Tatyana imagined her future chosen one as unusual. She was sure of a happy fate for herself.
It is not surprising that when she saw Onegin for the first time, so strikingly different from all the young people she knew, Tatyana immediately fell in love with him, imitating the heroines of novels. And so she writes a letter to Onegin, sends it off, and then worries, waiting for an answer.
It is remarkable that Tatyana was very fond of Russian nature. I think that love for nature, the customs of the people made her special: sincere, cordial, true to her word.
Later she is taken to Moscow, but even there she is bored and yearning. Mother wants to marry Tatyana to some important general - Tatyana at first resists, but then agrees, because she, in essence, does not care - happiness is no longer possible for her.
My mother begged me with tears of spells, she later tells Onegin, -
... for poor Tanya
All the lots were equal ...
I got married…
She becomes an important society lady. Everyone treats her with deep respect. Tatyana strictly fulfills her duties as a wife and mistress of the house, but she herself does not receive satisfaction, joy from this. When the heroine meets Onegin again and sees his love for her flared up in him, she feels insulted. Tatyana still loves Yevgeny, but nevertheless resolutely refuses happiness.
The main property of Tatyana is high spiritual nobility, a highly developed sense of duty, sincerity of feelings. Tatyana has changed outwardly, but not inwardly.
I think that Tatyana is doing the right thing by refusing Onegin. If she made a promise to be faithful to an unloved person, then she is obliged to keep this word inviolably. Let her now understand that it was a mistake on her part, that she acted carelessly - she herself should suffer for this mistake.
Belinsky said about Tatyana that Tatyana is “an exceptional being, a deep, loving, passionate nature. Love for her could be either the greatest bliss or the greatest calamity of life.”
I really liked Tatyana, because she is a woman with an amazing soul, strong will, sincerity of feelings, high sense of duty.
She became for me "Tatyana, dear Tatyana!"
My favorite character.
Every person, I think, should have a favorite literary hero, whom he constantly remembers, tries to be not like him. It is best to talk about your favorite hero when he made an unforgettable impression, left a deep mark on your memory. I believe that my favorite hero is a person who treats people with love, kindness and understanding, acts decently and honestly towards them. All these qualities have existed for a very long time, so they could not bypass my hero, because without them there is neither love, nor friendship, nor mutual understanding. So, my favorite hero is a principled, honest, open and kind person.
I consider Vladimir Ustimenko my favorite hero. I learned about it in sufficient detail from the first book of Y. Herman's trilogy, The Cause You Serve. The author showed in the novel the disturbing pre-war years, spoke about the youth of the protagonist Vladimir Ustimenko, about his choice of his path. In addition, Y. Herman spoke about Volodya's older friends, who influenced the formation of this wonderful doctor and person.
My favorite hero is my ideal, a spiritual mentor who mentally supports me in various matters. Vladimir was such a person for whom medicine was in the forefront, in first place among other sciences. For him, apart from "the cause he served," nothing else existed. Without medicine, his life would be boring and meaningless.
It all started in childhood. Volodya first began to acquire knowledge of medicine. He studied biology, chemistry, collected anatomical atlases, and once tried to buy a human skeleton in a store. Rembrandt's Anatomy Lesson hung in his room.
Visiting the anatomical circle, Volodya learned all the hidden secrets and secrets of this science. Gradually accumulated knowledge, he was able to apply in one terrible situation. Volodya had to provide medical assistance to the shepherd. “He tore off his shirt and began clumsily applying a tourniquet to his stump.” This act required great courage and resourcefulness, because not every person could not be confused in this situation.
Further, the author writes that in the first year of the institute, Volodya read many books on surgery, which brought him closer and related to medicine. After graduating from the institute. Volodya worked for the ambulance. The hero was especially struck by one story that he remembered for the rest of his life. One evening, Volodya had to help the sick Belyakov. "For a second or two he peered into Belyakov's face, then ordered to give him sugar." Having made several injections, he "gave life" to an almost hopeless patient.
Volodya's professionalism manifested itself in the village of Khare. The young doctor was not looking for easy ways, an easy victory in life, and therefore agreed to a trip to the village of Kharu. Here Volodya "erected his first real hospital with an outpatient clinic and an operating room." Vladimir always sought to alleviate the suffering of the sick. He was one of the first doctors in the village who began to perform complex operations. The doctor never retreated in the face of difficulties. He also saved the hopelessly ill Touche, who later began working in this hospital. I think that this example speaks of the indifference of my hero. Volodya truly served people, devoting himself to his beloved work. Among the inhabitants of the village there was a rumor about "what an amazing doctor lives in Khara." Volodya's conscience was always clear, because he fought for every patient.
I admire in this man that he achieved everything himself, made a brilliant career that was not an end in itself. The main thing for Vladimir was people's health.
I sympathize with him as a person, I admire his high professionalism, which is why I consider Vladimir Ustimenko my favorite hero.
Many students have a lot of questions, especially when the topic for writing is quite complex. If the teacher gave the topic “Favorite heroes of literary works”, then only your own opinion is required from you, but there may still be difficulties in preparing for writing.
Preparation for writing
To write a high-quality and good essay, you need to follow the plan:
- Think carefully about the topic of your essay. Write down the main ideas that you would like to express in the essay.
- Starting to write, do not leave the main idea. In this case, the essay on the topic “My favorite literary hero” does not require retelling the book or writing about the worst hero.
- Write an outline for your essay. The plan should consist of an introduction, main (main) part and conclusion. Remember that each sentence should be a continuation of the previous one.
- In conclusion, conclude: “I love this character because…”
Essay examples
A few examples that can help you write an essay on your own are given below.
“The essay on the topic “My favorite literary hero” reminded me of my favorite heroine from the book “Chasodei” by Natalia Shcherba. Vasilisa Ogneva is a very cheerful, smart, energetic and friendly girl with a difficult fate.
Throughout the story, Vasilisa is very confident in herself and is not afraid of difficulties. She helps her friends, and her friends help her. And I think it's very important to be kind.
In my opinion, Vasilisa is an amazing girl, because she was able to learn so many different things that she encountered for the first time, and, not being afraid that everything would be different, changed her life for the better.
Such an essay on the topic “My favorite literary hero” shows well the character’s character and what you admire and why you love him.
In addition, you can add some information about the adventures of your favorite hero to the essay: “I want to talk about a boy named Viktor Perestukin from the book“ In the Land of Unlearned Lessons. This boy at the beginning of the book was a lazy, simpleton and loser. Once in the country of unlearned lessons, Vitya at first rejoiced at the new place, and then, when animals and people began to look for him in order to avenge the mistakes that Vitya made in the lessons, he got scared. Perestukin began to work, think and solve problems correctly. So our Perestukin from a lazy person became a diligent student.
Mini Essay Example
If the teacher asks you to write a mini-essay “My favorite literary hero”, you can make several sentences of this type: “My favorite hero is Simba. The cartoon "The Lion King" tells about one lion cub, whose name is Simba. When misfortune befell his father, Simba suffered from grief. But he grew up as a courageous, courageous and strong lion, who, together with his friends, took revenge on those who betrayed his father. His dad would be proud of such a son!”
If you want an essay on the topic “My Favorite Literary Hero” to be written beautifully and read easily, just follow a few simple rules:
- Write an essay plan. Try to make it as detailed as possible. Describe all items.
- Keep structure in mind when writing. An interesting beginning that encourages listening, the main part and the conclusion.
- Uncover the most important questions. Everything you need to know about your hero.
- Use a draft. After all, on it you can cross out, draw a picture, if inspiration suddenly appeared, and much more.
- Don't go off topic.
These easy and simple rules will help you write an essay for the top five. But most importantly, before you sit down to write, think about your favorite character, why you love or respect him. Your essay should convince others to read this book to learn as much as possible about the character.
The silence of the lesson was broken by the sharp, creaky voice of Zoya Vasilievna: “Golubev! What is this? Are you out of your mind?! We all raised our heads from our notebooks as one. The class wrote an essay on the topic "My favorite hero."
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I have already jotted down the first words: “My favorite hero is the wonderful intelligence agent Nikolai Kuznetsov.” And suddenly…
- Golubev! I'm asking you! Get up!
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From behind his desk, Alyosha Golubev stood up in front of the angry class teacher - short, frail, wearing glasses with strong lenses. He was the object of ridicule of the whole class, boys and girls, because he never participated in our pranks, he was quiet, shy, a little awkward. After school, he always hurried home (they said that he had a very sick mother). His quiet voice was heard only at the blackboard. No one in the class was friends with him, but on the contrary, they often offended him, teased him with "Dove" and often hid his things, taking advantage of Alyosha's weak eyesight. But, to my surprise, he never got angry, never snapped, but only somehow defenselessly smiled, as if laughing at himself. At such moments I felt very sorry for him, but because of stupid solidarity with the others, I never stood up for him.
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And now Alyosha, bowing his cropped head, stood before Zoya Vasilyevna's contemptuous gaze. Despite the lack of time, everyone stared at this scene with curiosity, wanting to know what caused the classroom to be so outraged.
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But she herself answered our silent question:
- Just look at him! How do you like what he writes about?! His favorite hero is Jesus Christ!
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The class was noisy. Someone laughed, rejoicing that the unfortunate Golubev had done an utter stupidity. Someone whistled: “Vo gives!” And someone expressively twisted his finger at his temple. Indeed, to choose such a hero in our wonderful time! The year is 1970, the time of progress, the “era of bright years”, and here ... Indeed, this Golubev is crazy!
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Classroom, meanwhile, continued her accusatory speech:
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- Now I understand everything: why you are still not a pioneer, and why you absolutely do not participate in the social life of the class. Do not be ashamed - you always refer to a sick mother! It turns out that's the point, that's what heroes you have! What a social life!
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In response, a barely audible voice rang out:
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- Zoya Vasilyevna, my mother is really very sick ...
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The classroom realized it: the scene dragged on, and the lesson time is inexorably going. Moreover, almost everyone stopped writing and stared at her and at poor Golubev.
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- So, we all continue to write, time is running out! And you, Alyosha, - she changed her anger to mercy, - immediately cross out this ... this, and write, like all the guys: about a real hero, a real, wonderful person! How many wonderful people! Think and write.
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She returned the notebook to Alyosha, and, considering the incident settled, she returned to the teacher's table. We also returned to our "opuses", in a hurry to make up for lost time. But for some reason Alyosha continued to stand, still lowering his head. It was impossible not to notice this class.
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- What's the matter, Golubev? Her tone was unhappy. - Is there anything you don't understand? Be aware, we are wasting precious time!
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Again, I could hardly make out the quiet answer:
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- Sorry, Zoya Vasilyevna, I can’t ... about another hero.
– What-oh? What's happened?
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Zoya Vasilievna got up from her seat, not having time to establish herself on it, and with all her majestic figure advanced towards Alyosha. He seemed so small and inconspicuous in front of her! The classroom was annoyed by an unforeseen hitch, besides, we all again raised our heads from the compositions, looking with surprise at the obstinate Dove.
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What do you mean "I can't"? Do you have another favorite character?
- No ... there is no other.
- This is not a hero, but an invention of ignorant, dark people. It's ridiculous to even talk about it these days. But we will talk separately, and now, be kind, sit down and write, like all the guys. Clear?
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- Ok, I see. Alyosha sat down and seemed to be writing something.
Zoya Vasilievna returned to her place, looked at him suspiciously several times, but calmed down. Everything went on as usual. I easily jotted down beautiful sentences about how I would like to be like a scout hero in everything, and finished before anyone else. The bell rang deafeningly, causing those who were lagging behind to flinch. But now, everyone finally turned in their notebooks, and the class was empty. But the story with Golubev did not end there.
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I was already in the corridor when I suddenly heard:
- Golubev, come on, come back! - the tone of the classroom was elevated and did not promise anything good.
Alyosha returned to the classroom, and through the half-open door I saw how he stood at Zoya Vasilievna's table, with his head bowed in the same way and his narrow shoulders hunched.
It came to me:
- So, here you are! To spite the teacher, to spite everyone! Still, I wrote about it ... about my own ... I decided to show my stubbornness! So, I ask?
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It would seem that I had nothing to do with the unfortunate Dove. Let him get it for his stupidity, for his hero, or whatever you call him... The guys had already fled (the lesson was the last one), but something didn't let me leave. Curiosity or some other feeling drew me to the half-open door.
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Without knowing why, I approached and listened.
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“No, Zoya Vasilievna, it’s not out of spite…” Alyosha’s voice was weak and trembling.
- No, just out of spite! Exactly! You were told: to write, like all the guys - about the heroes of the war, pioneer heroes, but about anyone! How many wonderful people we have to look up to, to try to be like. And you? Who is this Jesus Christ? It's not even a fairytale character! Well, I would understand if you wrote about Ilya Muromets, about Russian heroes. And who is he? Yes, you understand that such a person never existed! These are all priestly inventions that uneducated, gray people believe in! And you, a Soviet schoolboy, repeat the fables of illiterate, deceived old women? Oh you! And I thought you were an intelligent boy. Be ashamed!
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Zoya Vasilievna interrupted her monologue, apparently to take a breath to continue. But then Alyosha's trembling voice rang out:
- It is not true! Jesus Christ… He lived, then he died, He was crucified… But He came to life… That is, He was resurrected… He still lives. All the heroes are dead, but He lives!
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There was a pause. I could only imagine the face of Zoya Vasilievna, but I myself was amazed. So object to the cool one, which by the very look could make anyone “swallow the tongue”! And who is the quiet Dove! But then Zoya Vasilyevna came to her senses, and her voice thundered in the silence of the empty class:
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– Do you realize what you are saying? You're lucky no one hears you! Where do you live, Golubev? In which country? What school do you study at? In a Soviet school or in a Kyiv bursa?..
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Zoya Vasilievna's breathing began to break, her voice almost turned into a squeal.
“He lives,” she mimicked. – Do you know that our scientists proved long ago that there is no God?! Jesus Christ is just fiction, you know? Fiction! And all the cunning people made it up to deceive simpletons like you. So that you, instead of studying and building a bright future, mumble all sorts of prayers with the old women. Maybe you go to church?
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The question required an answer. And he sounded, just as quiet, but firm:
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- Yes, I go ... With my grandmother. But there is a God, and Jesus Christ is God's Son, and He died for our sins, and on the third day...
- Enough! The classroom slammed something on the table loudly. I don't want to listen to this nonsense! I'm not going to tolerate obscurantism in my class! Get ready, let's go to the director, let him decide what to do with you. If only my mother had pity!
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I thought they were about to come out, and I recoiled from the door, intending to run away. But to my surprise, no one came out, and from behind the door suddenly came a completely different voice of the teacher - soft and somehow insinuating.
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Alyosha, listen! For your mom's sake, let's handle this... this situation differently. It's just you and me, let everything stay between us. After all, if everyone finds out, it will be hard for your mother, but she suffers so much, poor ... - The voice became very soft, sincere. - Let's do this: you will promise me something now, and we will forget everything, okay?
"Good," Alyosha answered happily. What do you need to promise?
- Tell me this: Zoya Vasilievna, forgive me, please ... Can you do that?
- Yes I can. Zoya Vasilievna, please forgive me.
- Well, well done. And tell me again: I was very mistaken, there is no Jesus, and I give you an honest pioneer ... my word of honor that I will never write or pronounce this name again. That's all I want to hear from you. Agreed?
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Alyosha was silent. Apparently, deciding that he was giving up, the cool one added:
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– Think. It's just you and me, no one can hear us. If the guys ask, say that I scolded you properly and forgave you. And with your essay... I'll come up with something. Just say these words to me, and let's go, otherwise it's too late.
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I prepared to listen to Alyoshka's apology. To be honest, I myself would easily renounce everything and do as the class wanted. Think business! After all, no one hears, and this is the main thing! But I didn't get any apologies.
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“No, Zoya Vasilievna,” Alyosha’s voice suddenly grew stronger and did not tremble at all. There are not two of us here! He is still here, Jesus Christ! He is alive... and He hears everything and sees everything. He died for me, Zoya Vasilievna! How can I say that He doesn't exist? I will then be a traitor, like Judas. And I do not want to be a traitor ... and I will not. Forgive me ... - and Alyosha burst into tears all the same.
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I myself had a lump in my throat - it was a pity for Dovewing, what will happen to him now? “Well, Zoya will suit him now,” I thought. At the same time, I knew that I would never have dared to do such a thing myself. Well, okay, you are fighting for yourself or for someone close, otherwise you are fighting for some kind of Jesus Christ, Who, perhaps, never really existed! And if he was, is it really because of Him that you need to quarrel with the coolest, or even with the director of the school? It's scary to even think.
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What happened next stunned me like a sudden blow. A sob was added to Alyosha's quiet sobs... Zoya Vasilievna! It was so unexpected that I just lost my head and stopped understanding anything. It began to seem to me that all this was not really happening, but I just heard a radio show where everyone was crying, and so was I. Through some kind of veil, I heard Zoya Vasilievna's hoarse, interrupted voice:
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“Alyosha, my dear boy… Forgive me, old, stupid… I didn’t know… I don’t know anything myself… Alyosha, you don’t even understand how good you are… I’m sorry…”
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She was silent for a few seconds and added:
- You believe. Without faith it is impossible in this life... And I... forgive me!
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I was a boy, but I understood that I needed to leave, witnesses were no longer needed here. In thoughtfulness, I did not even notice how I left the school and wandered home, having come to my senses already at the door of my apartment. That day I did not understand much, but for some reason my heart ached and I did not want to play and fool around. I vaguely realized that I had touched something that could not be explained, some secret, bright and pure, like the tears of those two in the classroom. Then, of course, I did not understand that this mystery had an unearthly, unearthly origin.
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On that day, the door to the unknown was slightly opened for me ... Many years have passed since then, almost a human life. I don't know where Alyosha Golubev is now, whether our classy Zoya Vasilievna Verbitskaya is still alive. Yes, and I am already a middle-aged, "seemingly seen" person, who wasted decades of his life, earned a serious illness, but still happy. And I clearly remember the first time I heard the Name, which is now dearer to me than all names. And how for the first time I became a witness of the firm confession of this Name from the lips of a small unprepossessing boy. And how this Name turned out to be able to break through the armor of callousness and godlessness in the human heart, melting the long-term ice of lies in it.
