All people have one thing in common: we believe in pure and sincere love that never ends. Sometimes we are disappointed and assure others that all this is nonsense, but somewhere deep down we still continue to believe and wait for our soul mate.

When it becomes very hard to believe, life confronts us with amazing stories and wonderful couples who carried their love through their whole lives, despite all the difficulties, insults and obstacles.

The touching love stories from our new review are another good reason to believe that true love never ends.

1. Love until the last breath

Lived happily ever after and died on the same day - it's more like a plot romantic movie than actual developments. However, it happens. Don and Maxine Simpson have been hand in hand for 62 years. They were together in sorrow and in joy. Traveled, raised two adopted sons and even got sick at the same time. Knowing that their time on this earth was coming to an end, the couple asked to be transported home from the hospital.

The children and grandchildren set up a special room for them and placed the beds next to each other so that Don and Maxine could hold hands. They died on the same day. The wife passed away 4 hours earlier than her beloved husband. Their granddaughter Melissa says that it should have happened, because they almost never parted and could not imagine their life without each other.

2. Mother and daughter

Parental love is infinite and immortal. Unfortunately, our relatives and friends someday leave us. And this, alas, does not depend on us. Sometimes life takes people close to us very early. This happened to two-year-old baby Olivia, whose mother Tati died in a car accident.

When his daughter was four years old, Papa Raphael decided to recreate the photo shoot he took part in with his wife before their wedding. The pictures are very touching. Raphael decided in this way to give his daughter the memory of her mother, who will always be with her.

3. Song for the woman you love

Fred wrote a very touching song for his late wife and, having learned about the competition for young authors, sent it to the commission for judgement. Despite the fact that the man did not particularly fit the requirements of the competition, the jury was touched by such an act and decided to help Fred. His song was recorded for short term has over 7 million views on in social networks. like this in a touching way loving husband immortalized the memory of his wife, proving that true love lives forever.

4. And in sorrow and in joy

Helen and Joe delighted each other and those around them with their love for 73 years. They survived together the Great Depression, the Second world war and a number of other shocks. According to their son Jerry, such pure and sincere love was not given to them from above. The couple tried to find mutual understanding, worked on relationships, compromised and understood why they were together. This is a lesson for those who think that big love requires no effort. Joe passed away the day after his wife's death. Their relatives are sure that wherever they are now, they are together.

« Real love never ends in marriage." This is Bunin. What then? Noose or dreams. That is, nothing. Forgetfulness, finite or toy, is given as a panacea for misfortune. Is it really impossible to be happy in love?

Mom came into the room and started talking about the weather. It's been raining for the fifth day in a row, the joints are swollen, the nerve in the leg has turned into a fiery abscess, and when, when, when will it all end?

“Why does mom have such a calm voice? thought Perukaryev. “Maybe pain is also a dream into which you fall, like into a trench?” And on top of shrapnel and tanks. Holes-holes-holes, death and horror. And you are in the trench, waiting and complaining about fate. In safety. You can whine, but they won't kill you."

You have a sick face. Didn't sleep well again, son?

Perukaryev is 52 years old. Mom is 76. My father lives in the next room, he is 75, he killed himself with endless depression. From the room you can only go to the kitchen and the toilet. father yellow hands, hanging from the shoulders like parched branches. He presses his hands to his stomach, as if he is afraid to crap one's pants. Eyes eternally frightened, the voice of a dying person and the suffixes "points", "echk" when talking, similar to a dying testament. “Ninochka, give me something to eat”, “Don’t be angry, please give me pills for constipation.” If mother herself screws the light bulb into the chandelier, father looks from below for a long time, then, as if coming to his senses, whines: “You know, Ninochka, I don’t have the strength to do anything,” and, pecking his head like a chicken, hides in his room.

Perukaryev lived separately from his parents for the last twelve years, in his wife's apartment. They had a ten-year-old daughter, a cat, a hamster, and fish in an aquarium. After Perukaryev beat himself in a car and became disabled in a wheelchair, his wife divorced him and went to her parents. “They will look after you there, but I have to raise my daughter.” Logically. And we will bury the previous life in the grave, sprinkle it with fresh sand.

How does true love end?

Noose or dreams?

And suddenly at night Perukaryev returned to school. In a dream. He was told that it was necessary to hand over one subject. Complete the course and pass. Without it, in any way, like blood before an operation or a passport for a residence permit. Perukaryev never protested against demands, even the most silly ones. He is 52 years old, what school and what the hell is the subject? But he didn't protest.

He came to class, sat down at the first desk, laid out a notebook. At the blackboard, the teacher writes something with chalk and says, says. Board Green colour, they had brown at school, and now new materials. "Galvanized steel with anti-reflective polyester coating" - he read this on the Internet. South Korea, maid in...

The teacher is young, about twenty-five years old, a neat black dress, a figure, her legs beat with rays, brown eyes, like those of a sad imp - well, in a still pool and so on.

She finished tapping her chalk and looked inquiringly at Perukaryev:

Why don't you write?

He was silent. Happy and helpless. As in childhood, as if spotted stealing candy, caught, but not killed, because they love, love, love ...

Why do not you write? (And this is her signature: “Well, eh?” - and her eyes burn with brown coals. They burn somewhere inside.)

In place of the teacher stood Rita-Margarita. Classmate. Perukaryev didn't even get up, but why?

I have bad sight. I don't make it.

She walked over and sat down at his desk, on a chair next to him. She pulled his notebook over to her, bent down and began to write. Serious and responsible.

Was the classroom empty, or was there no one there? Perukaryev was silent, experiencing a slight tetanus, and Rita-Margarita scribbled and scribbled in a notebook.

After a few seconds, Perukaryev became helpless, like a puppy. He suddenly smelled her: a warm body, hair and a warm dress. One summer he got lost in the forest, wandered for several hours, stupefied with helplessness. And by nightfall he went out into the freshly mowed meadow. Far away in the village, dogs hooted, the smells of housing and human activity drifted here. Perukaryev stumbled into a small stack, tore it open, and fell into a straw hole. It was salvation, it smelled of heated straw and something else sweet and stuffy, such a native land, human palms, cows, something feminine and maternal.

He remembered the aroma of that happiness and warmed himself with this memory. And Rita-Margarita was sitting so close that Perukaryev felt that he was happy again.

Then ... Then he sat at a round plastic table in a summer cafe. Some types were humming nearby. Their leader, a red-haired hailo seven by eight, fell apart opposite Perukaryev. Waved his arms and shouted:

Get out of here! Back off!

It was a threat. Rita-Margarita retreated deep into the cafe and became invisible. Perukaryev got up, deftly grabbed the hailo by the collar of his shirt, gave him a kick in the face, dragged him to the cement balustrade and threw him over the barrier. Hailo collapsed somewhere down. The types rushed at Perukaryev, but he snatched, as if out of thin air, a plank and began to walk around the types with it. They fell like crazy.

Call the police! Perukaryev shouted to Rita-Margarita and continued to smash the board left and right. Inside, he felt indifference and superiority. Ants scurry below, and he crushes them and crushes them. Cold and scary. And they, powerless insects, die and die. And he, the soulless giant, tramples and tramples. In the eyes - not a drop of sympathy. Chuck Norris. Van Damme. Steven Seagal.

He knew he wasn't like that. Polite and modest, maybe sometimes unreasonably sassy, ​​but it's just a complex. Lack of courage and self-irony. He will call the girl stupid, and after that he keeps following her and apologizing, trampling and trampling, nudity and nudity. But to board on the head? A fist in the face? Completely crazy, right?

However, after a couple of minutes it was all over. True, there was no blood and corpses. The reptiles crawled into their holes without a trace. And Rita-Margarita flashed a brown-eyed smile and cheerfully like this:

Well, I went.

He didn't even see her leave. Big deal!

And turned away.
x x x

Don't be offended, son. If you don't get enough sleep, turn around and sleep. I will go to myself.

I slept, mom. The mood is below the plinth. Sorry dear! As Father?

Noet. It's all weather. And my legs are so sore, so sore. Nerves are on fire.

Having dressed, Perukaryev climbed into a wheelchair and rolled into the kitchen. Mom made him coffee, the way he liked it, with peppercorns and a pinch of salt. After breakfast, he sat down at his laptop, remembered the dream and decided that he would write a short story. The name came up by itself.

He listened to the rain, trampling outside the window, and wrote, wrote, wrote. There are two pages out. Did not reread. The story worked out.

Lord, forgive us for unhappy love and happy dreams...

Reviews

I liked it very much! Suddenly, I was struck by either sincerity or compassion. To Perukaryev, to yourself? .. Or perhaps to Bunin, who never finished his version of the finale of true love.
Sincerely, Julia

The best friend is mom. She never envies, does not wish bad. And her eyes sparkle with love and pride for her child!

Love is when you want to take a person not into your bed, but into your life.

Love is like chocolate. First "Bounty" - heavenly delight, then "Twix" - 2 sticks ... And then - "Kinder Surprise"

Everyone dreams of their own - Get enough sleep ... Grow up ... Find love ... Start a family ... Relax ... Become famous ... A lot of money ... How many times throughout our lives we changed our dreams ... And in the end - we all dream of being just happy !!!

Love never dies if it's real

I will give my loyalty to my husband, love to my son, beauty to my daughter, and respect to our parents.

First love is not the same

You know, it happens that it’s not love or friendship, but you want, you really want to communicate with this person. And when you catch yourself thinking “I miss him,” a negative reaction kicks in sharply: “how can you miss a person if he is nobody to you?” Yes, no one, but it seems so dear that it's embarrassing to admit.

Have you noticed how quickly we have grown up? How did relationships cease to be the first, how did the phones fill up with other people's names, how did mothers stop scolding when you walk for a long time? How can we joke without blushing? They learned what death is, what it is to lose, forget, throw away, leave behind and lock the door. Vkontakte, everyone is no longer “everything is complicated”, they are no longer closed friends. I had to admit that everything is either simple or nothing, and there is nothing to portray the drama. Now you need to be responsible for your actions and make decisions. You expect phone calls less and less, you turn off the phone more and more often, it is more and more common to be disappointed in people. Now some of them have kids of their own. It's getting harder and harder to enjoy the sun. And it is easier to hate the rain, because it spoils everything, soils everything. Summer is not “no school”, but native lands, mountains, sea. So many interesting words: uni, exams, session, stress, diet, love, use, forget... but they get bored so quickly. Sincerity is lost somewhere.

In Judaism, we are encouraged to enjoy the world because we know it is God Himself. But there are limitations, and the Ten Commandments that Jesus gave to Moses on Mount Sinai express this. The Ten Commandments are precious pearl Jewish-Christian heritage that helps us know what to do and what not to do to glorify God in our daily lives.

All commandments speak of love and understanding. Jesus commanded his disciples to love God with all their being and to love their neighbor as themselves. The First Epistle to the Corinthians says: “Love is long-suffering, kind, love does not envy, love does not exalt itself, does not pride itself, does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not irritated, does not think evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth.” This is very close to the teachings of love and compassion in Buddhism.

“Love endures everything, love believes in everything, love endures everything.” Love has no boundaries. Love never ends. Love is reborn, reborn, reborn. The love and care of Christ is reborn in each of us, as is the love of the Buddha. If we call on the name of the Buddha, or prayed to Christ, but do not practice love and understanding of ourselves, then something is wrong. If we love someone, we need to be patient. We can help a person transform his or her negative seeds if we are only patient and kind.

Take care of yourself and take care of sentient beings and environment- This The best way love God. This love is possible when there is an understanding that you are not separate from other beings or environment. This understanding cannot be simply intellectual. It must come from experience, insight achieved by deep touch and deep gaze into everyday life prayer, contemplation and meditation.

"Love does not rejoice in wrong." Love teaches us not to act in a way that causes suffering now or in the future. We can recognize when something that seems pleasant has the ability to destroy future happiness, so we drink alcohol, don't eat junk food, and don't hurt others with our words. True love never ends. She will be reborn and reborn.

practice and share

Peace activist Maet said, "There is no way to peace, peace is the way." He "meant that we can realize the world right in the present moment with every look, with every smile, word and action. Peace is not just an ending. There should be peace, joy and happiness in every step we take. Commandments help us to be at peace knowing what to do and what not to do in the present moment. lives become a true expression of our faith, and our well-being inspires our friends and communities.

Our happiness and the happiness of others does not depend only on a few people who become aware and responsible. The whole nation should have understanding. The commandments must be respected and practiced individually and by all nations. When there are so many broken families, the fabric of society is torn. We need to look deeply into this to understand the nature of the commandments. Everyone should get involved in this work. For our world to have a future, we need a basic guide to action. It is the best medicine available to us to protect us from the violence that is everywhere. Practicing the precepts is not a matter of suppressing or limiting our freedom. The commandments offer us an amazing way of life, and we can joyfully practice them. It's not a matter of forcing yourself or others to obey the rules.

No tradition monopolizes truth. We must collect best qualities of all traditions and work together to ease tensions between traditions to give peace a chance. We need to come together and take a deep look at how we can help people find their roots again. We need to offer best plan physical, mental and spiritual health for our countries and for the whole earth. For the future to be possible, I encourage you to learn and practice the best of your religious tradition and share it with young people in a way that makes sense to them. if we meditate together as a family, a commune, a city, a country, we can identify the causes of suffering and find a way out.

Kazanfirst offers an overview best books about love published in the 20th century

Karimov Farid, Kazan

KazanFirst presents to your attention 5 great works about love written in the 20th century, which showed us the most vivid manifestations of this feeling.

Ivan Bunin

"Dark alleys"

The collection of short stories "Dark Alleys" is united by the theme of passionate, all-consuming love, which, according to Ivan Alekseevich Bunin, is always doomed to tragic ending. It belongs to him famous aphorism"True love never ends in marriage."

Bunin worked on "Dark Alleys" for about 10 years, from 1937 to 1946, and quite rightly called this collection his best work.

It is an axiom for writers that writing about love is the hardest thing to do. The risk is too high, to fall into banality or vulgarity. But Bunin's talent allowed him, even at the age of 70, to write a true masterpiece about love, which still has no analogues, either in Russian or in foreign literature.

As Alexander Kabakov rightly noted, “precisely” dark alley"represent Bunin in all his unattainable greatness of the master and in all the human charm of the eternal fighter against death, making everything in this world, on which his gaze falls, eternal."

It's amazing, no matter what mood you're in when you start reading these stories, they inevitably affect you. state of mind, making you forget about the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and think about a truly important things. The effect of presence is sometimes so strong that you have to put the book down so as not to completely soften along with the characters and not fall into melancholy.

How does Bunin achieve this? And his main skill is the ability to see and convincingly describe the small, noticeable details of our reality to him alone. For example, here is an excerpt from Antonovsky apples»: «… black sky draw fiery stripes of shooting stars. For a long time you look into its dark blue depth, overflowing with constellations, until the earth floats under your feet. Then you start up and, hiding your hands in your sleeves, quickly run along the alley to the house ... How cold, dewy and how good it is to live in the world!

I'm willing to bet you're getting dizzy as you read this.

Quote:“Yes, year after year, day after day, you secretly expect only one thing - a happy love meeting, you live, in essence, only in the hope of this meeting - and all in vain ...”.

Margaret Mitchell

"Gone With the Wind"

Margaret Mitchell wrote only one novel in her life, but that was enough to get world recognition and in vivo status "classic American Literature". In our country, Gone with the Wind was published only in 1982.

The writer herself recalls that, out of journalistic habit, she began writing Gone with the Wind from the last chapter. “She could not understand either of the two men she loved, and now she has lost both” - this was the first phrase. To accurately portray the historical background in which the novel unfolds, Mitchell spent several hours in libraries and archives, thoroughly studying newspaper files and other documents of the 1860s and 1870s.

The fact that the work of a simple housewife from Atlanta "was generally published is a great success, because Mitchell herself did not make any effort to publish the novel, which she had been working on for almost ten years.

The result, as we all know, exceeded the writer's wildest expectations. The novel entered the "golden fund" of world literature, and Mitchell received the Pulitzer Prize in 1937.

Quote:“You were born to be someone's wife. So why not mine?"

Alexander Kuprin

"Olesya"

The story "Olesya" was written by Alexander Kuprin under the impression of a trip to the Volyn province, where the writer served as the manager of the estate for some time. Polissya endless forests and lakes, everyday life villagers inspired him so much that he more than once recalled this period of his life with pleasure.

For Kuprin, the theme of love has always been of great importance. From childhood, he dreamed of creating a work that could convey all the uniqueness, beauty and depth of this feeling. Starting work on "Olesya", in his notebook he wrote: “Love is the most vivid and most understandable reproduction of a person. Individuality is expressed not in strength, not in dexterity, not in mind, not in talent, not in voice, not in colors, not in gait, not in creativity. But in love. For all of the above props only serve as her plumage.

This understanding of love as the highest measure of personality, ennobling and elevating a person above unsightly reality, Kuprin brilliantly revealed in the story "Olesya", which is still considered a standard work about love in Russian literature.

The story is included in school curriculum, so I will not retell its plot to you. Better read it yourself, or at worst there is interesting adaptation directed by Boris Ivchenko in 1971.

Quote:"Parting for love is the same as the wind for fire: it extinguishes a small love, and inflates a big one even more."

Michael Bulgakov

"Master and Margarita"

One of the best Russian books of the 20th century, Mikhail Bulgakov's novel The Master and Margarita, had been waiting for publication for about thirty years to remain in literature forever.

So many literary and philological works have been written about The Master and Margarita that a lifetime is not enough to read them. What interpretations are not offered by researchers to explain the idea and super-idea of ​​this deep and multi-layered novel. The most curious version was voiced by Bulgakov expert Alexander Mirer. His book The Gospel of Mikhail Bulgakov contains a guess, thoroughly confirmed at the textual level: that Bulgakov always sympathized with the secret power, the secret force that protects the artist ... sometimes, and the secret police. And Mirer's main conjecture: Bulgakov split the real Christ into Yeshua and ... well, yes, into Pilate. Yeshua received meekness and courage, Pilate - strength and authority.

However, Woland is with him with versions.

Regardless of the constantly changing “spiritual bonds” and landmarks in Russia, the novel is clearly not in danger of oblivion, primarily thanks to Bulgakov’s ingenious depiction of the love story of the Master and Margarita. Well, who among us is able to forget the scene of their fateful meeting in Moscow?

Quote:“She looked at me in surprise, and I suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, realized that I had loved this particular woman all my life! That's the thing, huh??

Lev Tolstoy

"Anna Karenina"

If I were allowed to take only one book to a desert island, I would choose Anna Karenina (and I think I am not alone). It is, if not perfect, very close to it. It is no coincidence that the novel is still so popular all over the world. New adaptations of it are released every year. theatrical performances and reissues. Many of Leo Nikolayevich's contemporaries were also delighted with this book, and Dostoevsky even called Tolstoy the God of Art.

I cannot fail to quote here a short quotation from Dmitry Bykov's recent public lecture on "Anna Karenina", which, in my opinion, quite accurately reflects the main idea of ​​this book: "Anna bears the features of Russia, such as Tolstoy understood her. And Karenin is the power that cannot cope with it. And this whole situation leads to disaster.

We do not like Karenin because the motives of Russian statehood, which he personifies, are vile. And they are vile not because they are repressive. And because they are fake. State people don't know what to do and just try to be good. With their heads they understand that it would be necessary to act in such and such a way. But they do not understand the spirit of Russia. And most importantly, they don't like her. They are terribly proud that she got them. But they cannot love her. And so it slips out of their hands.”

A curious detail, Sofya Andreevna, speaking about the novel, once said to Tolstoy a phrase that offended him greatly: “Your will, Levochka, but Levin is you, but without great artistic talent. And you, without artistic talent, are completely unbearable.

This year they will begin to fight against the silting of the reservoir, bottom sediments will be removed, so the authorities are asking local residents endure bad smell hydrogen sulfide. After Fresh air will return, they promise

Ilnur Yarkhamov - Kazan

404 million rubles during three years will be allocated for the restoration or, in other words, for the eco-rehabilitation of the Admiralteisky Pond (this is the old bed of the Kazanka River). The main work will take place next year, at the same time the lion's share of funding is expected to arrive - 360 million from the federal and regional budgets. This was announced yesterday by the 1st Deputy Minister of Ecology of the Republic of Tatarstan Rustem Kamalov on round table V Public Chamber RT.

In 2016 Main Investment and Construction Department of the Republic of Tatarstan(GISU) will begin to “partially remove” the bottom sediments of the pond and clear the coastal area. The authorities hope to eventually turn this place into a tourist center.

Despite this, industrial enterprises continue to adversely affect the pond.

“Out of 16 enterprises, including industrial ones, we have only two registered enterprises that report. These are Vodokanal and Kazan Helicopter Plant," she complained.Irina Mustakimova, and about. Head of the Department of Water Resources of the Republic of Tatarstan of the Lower Volga Basin Water Administration. However, the lake notes a “slight decrease” in wastewater discharges.

As it became known to KazanFirst ( full list polluting enterprises are at the disposal of the editors), in two years by June 21, 41 protocols on an administrative offense on the Admiralteysky reservoir were drawn up. For example, on February 29, 2014, the city "Vodokanal" dumped "household and fecal wastewater" into the pond. Also, municipal unitary enterprise "Urban improvement" dumped stormwater from the city sewer into the pond.

Kamalov told KazanFirst that a black list of pond pollutants would be prepared in the near future. It will be given wide publicity to cause public censure.

“The eco-rehabilitation project does not take into account the problems associated with the admission ground water from the sludge dumps of the Gunpowder Plant (waste products that make up dust and fine parts during ore washing -KazanFirst),” said Irek Zigantdinov, representative of the non-staff assistant to the President of the Republic of TatarstanNatalia Fishman. According to him, because of this, the water in the pond is now highly oxidized.

The problem of sludge groundwater at the Gunpowder Plant has been going on for a long time, says corresponding member of the Academy of Sciences of the Republic of Tatarstan and expert of the Public ChamberVenera Latypova. According to her, experts have not yet been able to find official confirmation that the dumps belong to the plant. “[Representatives of the plant] tell us that they don’t have any sludge, but we see strong oxidation in the water,” the scientist complains. She notes that experts are denied access to the territories where the sludge is supposedly stored: "no one is allowed there."

Since the project is mainly funded by federal agency water resources of the Russian Federation, then for the implementation of eco-rehabilitation, everything must be officially and strictly confirmed, says Latypova. Therefore, the problem of "unofficial" sludge pollution by the Gunpowder Plant is excluded from the project.

“The gunpowder factory has existed for several centuries, it began under the tsars. They justify that earlier, under the empire, under the USSR, it was different entity, and now it’s different, so there are no documents and no one is to blame, ”explains the performer of engineering surveys on the reservoirOleg Nikitin.