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The magical power of art
Art enriches our lives. And one of its types - literature meets us at the very beginning of life's journey and remains forever. The book, like caring parents, educates and teaches us. Reading fairy tales in childhood, we learn to distinguish good from evil, truth from lies, virtue from meanness.
Literature teaches to feel, understand, empathize. After all, each book makes us think about what the author wanted to convey with his work. What thought did he put into his creation? Getting to know new heroes, comprehending their feelings and thoughts, we begin to better understand the people around us, and most importantly, ourselves. Not without reason, many great figures of culture and science, in moments of emotional excitement, took fiction in their hands. They found peace and contentment in her. Books can help you find the right one. life path, looking for which we often get confused.
But these are not all the virtues of literature. Thanks to her, we learned a lot of necessary and useful information. So, for example, very few sources were preserved about the campaign of Prince Igor, and literary work"The Tale of Igor's Campaign" shed light on many unknown facts.
Describing the life and customs of his age, the writer helps us to form a picture of the time.
The book can even influence the course real life reader. For example, after reading Sholokhov's story "The Fate of a Man", many people whose lives were similar to the fate of the hero of this work perked up and found the strength to live on.
I think this is the great power of the art of literature.
Competitive work
Nikulina Irina Dmitrievna
6th class students
MOU - Gymnasium No. 1
Direction: "Art is a mediator of what cannot be expressed"
Theme of the essay: "The Magical Power of Art"
Writing genre: essay.
Teacher Gladkova N.V.
Klin
2017-2018 academic year year
How to measure the impact of the power of art?
Without Corot and Beethoven it would be empty
Without Shakespeare and Pushkin - unbearable,
boring, sad, depressing.
How would people think?
Where would you hurry
the sigh of childhood is gone,
where the trees are "...large".
And themselves would
we couldn't see.
The day would have gone smoothly.
ordinary, ordinary...
And no one would flinch
didn't worry
nothing to argue about
didn’t get involved…. Y. Kipriyanov.
Indeed, works of art have amazing strength. A lot of good lives in a person, and literature, music, painting can help us to reveal this good...
A. Koltsov wrote about the feelings that music awakened in him:
How many sounds, how many songs Was born again in me. How many wonderful images
Resurrected in the sky!
The emotions experienced by the poet made him happy: “I love to live on earth!”
A similar thing happened with the heroes of the story of L. N. Tolstoy. Main character works "Albert" - musician. When he enters a room, he makes an unpleasant impression on those present. Uncombed hair, a dirty shirt, a twisted tie - Albert seems strange, pathetic. But now he starts playing the violin:
“The sounds of the theme flowed freely, gracefully after the first, with some unexpectedly clear and soothing light, suddenly illuminating inner world every listener." With its performance, the “unfortunate creature” awakened in the restaurant visitors a feeling of “quiet contemplation of the past, a passionate recollection of something happy ...”, and it seemed that “some beautiful stream of long-familiar poetry, expressed for the first time, was pouring into everyone’s soul.” And Albert himself in the eyes of others grew higher and higher.
Real art is able not only to convey people's thoughts and feelings, but to make them better and purer.
And in art there is a great mystery, which A. Einstein once noticed: “The most beautiful thing that we can experience in life is mystery. It is the source of all true art or science."
For many years, the face of the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci has carried a mystery. The portrait depicts a young woman, not very beautiful. But when you look at her hands, folded in peace, at the radiant kind eyes, to a gentle half-smile - you feel amazing warmth. It seems to me, evil person, with an empty heart, can not feel such feelings. Gioconda reminds me of the Madonna from the icon: the same light, purity. Little Tom from R. Bradbury's story felt it. The story "Smile" tells of a terrible future. This is how our world can become if art and culture leave it: people in the distant 2061 destroy everything out of hatred for civilization: they burn books, smash the last car. A person hates that “that his life has broken him. That's the way it's made." And now there is a queue - to the Mona Lisa ..
It was said that once Leonardo's masterpiece was brought to Moscow, and people stood in line all night to look at the smiling Madonna, to admire the skill of the great artist. And in this world, people do not want to feel the beauty of the Gioconda, but spit on it ... Their hearts have hardened, good feelings have turned to stone.
But in the crowd, a man with a soul expresses the hope that someone will appear whose “soul lies in the beautiful.” And this man is the boy Tom.
When the child saw the Mona Lisa, he exclaimed:
How beautiful she is!
“The woman in the picture smiled mysteriously sadly, and Tom, responding to her glance, felt his heart pounding, and music sounded in his ears.”
And then the portrait was given to be torn to pieces. The boy tries to save the canvas, but takes away only one fragment - the Smile. “He closed his eyes, and again in the darkness of the night in front of him – Smile. Affectionate, kind" Tom believes that real art can save humanity. And a smile for him is a symbol of all that is beautiful.
We need to preserve our culture so that we can "see ourselves" and remain human.
Beauty must save the world, and we must save beauty.
The stronger and purer a person is,
Especially in the world of beauty.
And this beauty is bottomless
And it will grow without limit.
Legend, Russian Charlie Chaplin, master of satire and disguise - Arkady Raikin, an inimitable comedian, actor and director, passed away 30 years ago. Raikin was the most popular person in the USSR from the early 1960s to the late 1980s. The monologues and miniatures that he performed were instantly memorized by the audience. And until now, the aphorisms published by Raikin are repeated. For him wrote for many years different authors, sometimes brilliant, sometimes quite ordinary. But Raikin knew how to make the most faded text expressive and funny. At the same time, his manner was rather characterized by the well-known Petersburg restraint. Today, when the so-called colloquial stage turned into a parade of exemplary vulgarity, skill and discriminating taste Arkady Raikin's performances are valued almost higher than during the life of the actor. Raikin Sr. was adored and scolded, accepted and forbidden, tolerated, but quoted by the whole country - both at meetings in party offices, and among ordinary people. When 30 years ago - December 17, 1987 - the actor's life was cut short, it seemed that the reality at which he ruthlessly laughed was going down in history, and the country was on the verge of big changes. Today, the monologues of the artist, who sincerely believed that art can change lives for the better, sound more relevant than ever.
Raikin's style has become the talk of the town. Light at first glance and fundamental in essence, he ironically, intelligently and at the same time sharply and harshly ridiculed in his monologues and feuilletons the vices of people, the system and time, denouncing fools and fools, sausage shortages and careerist bosses, lack of nuts, life "by pull" and "the right people."
At the suggestion of Raikin, young Odessans moved to Leningrad and became artists of his theater: Mikhail Zhvanetsky, Roman Kartsev, Viktor Ilchenko and Lyudmila Gvozdikova. Vladimir Polyakov, Mark Azov, Viktor Ardov, Mikhail Zoshchenko, Semyon Altov, Evgeny Schwartz and many others wrote for Raikin.
A holiday man, Raikin never asked for awards, but received them in full at the end of his life. At the age of 57 he became People's, at 69 - a laureate of the Lenin Prize, at 70 - a Hero of Socialist Labor. In Leningrad, meanwhile, he was considered an anti-Soviet.
Five years before his death, when relations with the local authorities completely deteriorated, Raikin, with the permission of his ardent admirer, General Secretary Leonid Brezhnev, moved with the theater to Moscow. Later theater renamed "Satyricon", and after the death of Raikin Sr., his father's work was continued by his son Konstantin.
We met somewhere, 1954
A witty parody of numerous Soviet officials, based on a script by Vladimir Polyakov. Main character comedy - artist Gennady Maksimov (the first the main role Arkady Raikin) - goes with his wife, pop artist (Lyudmila Tselikovskaya) to rest in the Crimea. AT last moment the wife is called to the theater - it is necessary to replace the sick actress - and removed from the train. Maximov is left alone at first, and then completely lags behind the train. In a strange city (the station was filmed in Evpatoria), he meets a variety of people.
Quotes: “I thought, what other deception turned out to be optical”, “In this spirit, in such a context”, “Culture is inside a person, and if it is not there, then no tickets to big theater or you can’t buy it with pompous conversations”, “Does this not gnaw at you at all ... like him, I keep forgetting this word ... conscience?”, “Sometimes people can be defeated with their own weapons: for example, with indifference”, “No one saves anyone, chase no, there is no football either, children under the age of sixteen are allowed to enter - well, what a picture! I wish I had bought two servings of ice cream!”.
In the Greek Hall, 1970
One of the most popular monologues written by Mikhail Zhvanetsky for Arkady Raikin.
Quotes: “Gave these women two days off, they just went crazy. They kill time at random”, “I thought the museum was like a museum. And this is not a museum, but worse than an eatery: There is no hot food, only cheese and coffee”, “... Who is Apollo? .. Am I Apollo? He is an apollo. Well, let yourself Apollo ... "," This italian painting seventeenth century! “You don’t understand,” I say, “I don’t ask you where I got the painting, I ask, is there a corkscrew?”.
The magical power of art, 1970
A former student helps an elderly teacher re-educate rude neighbors in a communal apartment using their own methods. In the film directed by Naum Birman, based on the script by Viktor Dragunsky, Raikin played himself. The picture includes three short stories: "The Avengers from the 2nd V", "Hello, Pushkin!" and The Magical Power of Art.
Quotes: “The main thing in this world is to remain human, and against any rudeness, sooner or later, there is a reliable crowbar. For example, the same rudeness”, “I’ll change from the principle!”, “Wash? - Not nobles. You will wash in the kitchen ... Well, on May 1, on New Year's - in a bathhouse, if you feel like it, of course ...”, “The bath is good, deep! And we will pickle cucumbers in it for the winter! In !, a snack for a brother…”, “We didn’t say goodbye to you… Oh, what happened to you? Have you changed something in your face? You won’t get sick in any way ...”, “Well, nothing, not counts ...”.
Deficit, 1972
A colorful and vivid parody of grocery and commission shop assistants - in times of total shortage Soviet Union trade workers felt powerful and successful people.
Quotes: “Everything goes to the fact that everything will be everywhere, there will be abundance! But will it be good?”, “You come to me, I got a deficit through the warehouse manager, through the store manager, through the merchandiser, through the back porch!”, “Listen, no one has it - I have it! You tried it - you lost your speech! ”,“ The taste is specific! ”,“ You respect me. I respect you. You and I are respected people."
About education, 1975
Another famous miniature, disassembled into quotes. He talks about parents, their types, morals and psychologists, who have their own point of view on everything.
Quotes: “Every person has his own truth”, “Comrades, fathers and comrades, roughly speaking, mothers!”, “The main thing is to give birth to a child.”
I was somehow struck by a simple thought: humanity polishes and accumulates its moral experience for thousands of years, and a person must master it in order to become at the level of culture of his time, in some 15-20. And in order to enter into a variety of communication with people, he must master this experience, or at least its basics, even earlier - at five to seven years old! No matter what variety of life and activities the family provides the child with, no matter how developed the children’s ties with people and the world around them, this world will still be narrow and this experience will be poor without correlating it with the moral experience of mankind, with all the wealth that has accumulated it is for its centuries of history. But how do you compare your personal experience with what has already been, what is and should be, what will be? For this, in my opinion, art is necessary, which equips a person with something that cannot be comprehended by a simple experience of life. It is like the Promethean fire that generations of people pass on to each other with the hope of bringing it to the heart and mind of everyone who was lucky enough to be born a man. Convey so that everyone becomes a person.
B.P. (author's initials): I don't think the role of art should be exaggerated. A person is made by circumstances, the nature of his activity, the conditions of his life. Among these conditions, art also has a place, but, firstly, not the main thing, and secondly, not independent: it itself, as you know, is heterogeneous and is subordinated to the interests different classes and strata of society. So that beautiful words about Promethean fire, I think, even figuratively do not correspond to reality. Of course, art teaches a lot, gives knowledge about the world, about man, about the relationship between people, but to remake people, to make a newborn a man, is beyond his power.
L.A .: This is our old dispute, in which a seventeen-year-old son once contributed. Usually to the question: "Why does a person need to learn to read at the age of three?" - we answered like this: already before school, the child learns a lot from books. He becomes available geographic Maps and reference books, the circle of his interests expands, his fantasy, imagination develops. Reading becomes his need and satisfaction. He becomes flawlessly literate without mastering grammar. Finally, it saves time for adults: he stops pestering: "Read, read!" Yes, and for his many questions why he is looking for answers in books. And Alyosha said something that, unfortunately, we didn’t think of ourselves, but which is unusual important result early reading. Here is his thought (of course, I am not conveying literally, but I vouch for the meaning): our fiction, especially children's literature, is extremely moral in its essence. Having learned to read early and reading much more than adults would read to him, the child, imperceptibly for himself, will certainly acquire a moral standard, a role model - even before he encounters some of the shadow sides of life, before they begin to strongly influence him. different conditions, including the unfavorable ones. Then he meets these conditions, as if morally protected, having already gradually mastered the basic ideas about relations between people: about good and evil, about courage and cowardice, about stinginess and generosity, about much, much more.
B.P.: It turns out that the influence of literature can be stronger than the influence of reality? Even if they are opposite in direction? Something is unbelievable. It would then be too easy to educate people: to read fairy tales and "educational" stories from morning to evening - and everything is in order: a highly moral person is provided.
L.A.: There is no need to be ironic about these fairy tales and stories. Their influence on the formation of the personality of the child is very great.
In the library where I worked, and among our guests, in my life I met only four teenagers who did not read and did not like fairy tales. Whether it was a coincidence, I don't know, but they were all alike in their categoricalness, rationality, lack of lively curiosity and even a sense of humor. All this to varying but noticeable degrees. Two of them were very developed, but it was difficult to talk to them, difficult to get along with. It is difficult to describe the impression of them; maybe I'm exaggerating something or saying something inaccurate, but I remember very clearly: I felt sorry for everyone, because they were deprived of some kind of inner goodwill necessary to establish contacts with people. One of them made a painful impression of a strange, even sick person, although he was absolutely healthy and answered my question: "How do you study?" - condescendingly answered: "On the" five ", of course." - "Why do you read fiction?" I asked as I wrote down the selected books. He twisted his lips: "Not all. I don't like Green, for example. What a fantasy it is - all this fiction. Fiction is a scientific prediction, what will actually happen, and that Green is a beautiful lie, that's all." He looked at me with cold, ironic eyes, confident in his own rightness. I had nothing to say to him: what words could I get through to him, if Green's brightest humanity and kindness could not do this? How will this "thinker" understand people, how to live with them?
Is the dislike for fairy tales to blame here? I think yes. Why was this created? greatest invention humanity - fairy tales? Probably, first of all, in order to convey to new generations already in childhood, the most tender, most receptive age, the basic moral concepts and feelings developed by centuries of experience, to convey not in the form of naked morality, a sermon, but in a transparently clear in meaning, charming and a fairy tale, funny in form, with the help of which children are presented with knowledge about a complex and contradictory reality.
Everyone in our family loves fairy tales. We read them several times, especially favorite ones, both aloud and to ourselves, and play fairytale heroes and watch fairy tales on TV. What a pleasure it is to see how even the smallest ones empathize, sympathize with the heroes or are indignant, indignant at the machinations of their enemies - they learn to understand what's what.
We watch and read, of course, not only fairy tales. We read a lot of children's and adult books aloud, either stretching the pleasure over several evenings, or not stopping for three or four hours in a row, reading everything from beginning to end.
So, for example, we read "Spring Changelings" by V. Tendryakov, "Do not shoot at white swans" by B. Vasiliev - they could not be torn apart, absolutely impossible! Everyone usually listens, even the older ones, although the content for them may have been known for a long time.
I somehow could not stand it (it became the most curious) and asked:
- You've already read, why are you listening?
- You know, mom, when you read to yourself, it turns out so quickly that you don’t have time to imagine in detail. Everything merges, as when driving at high speed. And you read aloud slowly, and everything suddenly acquires colors and sounds, comes to life in the imagination - you have time to consider and think.
- Pedestrian something, it turns out, it's better to be? I laughed, surprised and delighted by the unexpected discovery of my son.
We don't have any "conversations about" after reading. I absolutely cannot ask questions to children for any educational and didactic purpose - I'm afraid to destroy the integrity of impressions and feelings. The only thing I dare to do is some remarks in the course of what we read, sometimes it's just hard to resist them.
B.P.: There was a time when I was skeptical about fairy tales, fiction, to films, performances - he considered them entertainment, relaxation, in general, not a very serious matter. It even happens, and now, not without annoyance, I give up some business and go - at the invitation of the guys or my mother - to watch something on TV. And then I say, "Thank you." Indeed, it is very necessary - to sit next to the kids, snuggle up to each other, if it's scary; wipe away tears with one handkerchief, if bitter; jump and laugh, hugging each other, if joyfully and well.
L.A .: This kind of empathy is one of the most reliable ways to guide children in complex world human feelings: what to rejoice, when to be indignant, whom to pity, whom to admire - after all, this is what they learn from us when we read together, watch together, listen to something together. At the same time, you check your own views and feelings - are they outdated? Haven't they rusted? So we adults need it too.
And I really need one more. I myself understood this for real when I began to read the books of Nosov, Dragunsky, Aleksin, Dubov to the children ... They are considered books for children. It was a discovery for me that these books are primarily for us parents! And for everyone who has anything to do with children. Now I can’t imagine how I would understand my guys if I didn’t know Janusz Korczak’s book When I Become Little Again, or Richie Dostyan’s story Anxiety, dedicated to people who have forgotten their childhood, or Dubov’s The Fugitive, or " Seryozha" Panova, or amazing books about the childhood of L. Tolstoy, Garin-Mikhailovsky, Aksakov? Writers seem to be trying to reach out to our adult consciousness and heart: look, listen, understand, appreciate, love Childhood! And they help us understand children, and children understand adults. That's why I read what my children read, I can put everything aside and read the book that my son reads for the third time in a row.
Now about the TV. It can become a real disaster if it replaces everything: books, classes, walks, family holidays, meetings with friends, games, conversations - in short, it will replace life itself. And he can also be an assistant and friend, if used for its intended purpose: as an informant, as a way of meeting with interesting people like a magician who, saving our time, gives us the best works art directly to your home. You just need to know that this wizard has one drawback: since he is obliged to satisfy millions of customers with a wide variety of tastes and needs (and there is only one screen!), He works without a break in four faces at once (that is, four programs) for everyone at once: figure out for yourself who needs what. And it remains only to determine what exactly we need. That's what programs are for. We note in advance what we would like to see: three or four programs a week, and sometimes one or two, sometimes - not a single one. And that's it. And no problem.
I think that we ourselves, adults, create problems here again, when we arrange, for example, "watching" everything in a row.
After all, this means: long sitting, an excess of impressions, overwork, and for children in the first place. And yet, in my opinion, this is not the worst option. Worse than not turning off the TV all day. Whether they watch it or not, it doesn't matter: it is turned on, and the announcer can smile and say as much as he likes - to anyone, and the artist can cry and appeal to the feelings and reason ... of an empty chair.
It always makes me sad to see a child, with a dull look, twisting the tuning knob and looking indifferently at everything that flickers on the screen. This is ridiculous, inhuman! What if it's just a box, a screen - after all, on the screen is what people did for people, trying to say, convey, convey something to them. When a child cries, experiencing the misfortune of a wooden doll, this is normal. And if a child indifferently glances at the face of a living person distorted by pain, something human is being killed in a person.
BP: Maybe it's too much - murder? The child understands that this is an artist, which in fact ...
LA: I'll have to remember one sad episode. Our good friend, by the way, is smart and seems to be kind person, decided to console the girls who were crying bitterly because Gerasim had to drown Mumu.
- Why? Why did he do it, mommy? - the three-year-old daughter whispered to me in despair, bursting into tears and being afraid to look at the screen. And suddenly a calm, smiling voice:
- Well, what are you, an eccentric, because he is not actually drowning her, these are artists. Filmed, and then pulled out. Probably somewhere alive is still running around ...
- Yes? - the girl was surprised and stared at the screen with curiosity. I just choked with indignation - there were no words, but there was a disgusting feeling that meanness had been committed in front of you, but you did not resist it. Yes, it was so, in essence, although it seems that our friend did not understand what he did so special. After all, he wished well, and besides, he said, in essence, the truth ...
And it was a lie, not the truth! A lie, because in fact Mumu was drowned, because injustice and cruelty exist in real life, they must be hated. Of course, it is better to learn this in real life. Not only to worry, looking at the screen, but to fight real injustice when you meet it. True, but in order to fight against lies, injustice, meanness, abomination, one must learn to see them, to distinguish them under any guise. This is precisely what art teaches, teaches us to reach for the lofty, bright, no matter how strange and unusual forms it takes, teaches us to resist everything inhuman, no matter what masks it may dress up. You only need to understand its language and distinguish genuine art from imaginary, but this is what you need to learn from childhood on the best examples of world and our, Soviet culture.
I sadly admit that we missed a lot here: our guys almost do not know the history of painting, music, not to mention sculpture and architecture. They rarely went to the theatre, we rarely even go to the cinema with them. It is unlikely that they will name many famous composers, artists, architects, or remember their works. And it happened not because we did not want to give this knowledge to children - we simply did not have enough for this, to my great regret. But I have one consoling thought, by which I want to justify myself a little. It consists in this. What is more important: to learn by ear who owns this or that melody, or to feel this melody with your heart, to respond to it with your whole being? Which is better: to know all the paintings of Raphael without fail, or to freeze in awe even before a simple reproduction " Sistine Madonna Seeing it for the first time? Probably, it’s good to have both. Of course, not knowing when, who and why created the work, you won’t comprehend its depth, you won’t truly feel it. And yet, knowledge does not depend on all, far from all! When I see children who, with bored faces, sing in a choir or somehow dispassionately perform complex pieces on the piano, I feel embarrassed: why is this? Why skill, if the soul is silent? After all, music is when a person speaks without words about the most complex and most personal things.But here there are no feelings.No, let it be the other way around: not to be an expert, but to be able to feel.
Sometimes we like to listen with the kids to the silence of the night, we can stop and look at the unique charming game of the sunset, or at a real miracle - a frost-covered garden, or freeze in a dark room at the piano, listening to a very simple melody played by Anochka so soulfully and tenderly ... In my opinion, all this is also an introduction to art.
B.P .: And yet I stand on the fact that a person himself must act, try, create, and not just assimilate what someone else has done. Even in the arts. It seems to me important that in our home concerts, performances, the guys themselves make the scenery, compose poems, even plays and songs. Isn't that also an introduction to art?
Our family holidays
L.A .: We have holidays, it sometimes seems to me, even too often, because all the national holidays that we love very much and always celebrate in the family are also joined by intra-family celebrations. Sometimes, tired of the regular pies and pies that need to be baked every time for fifteen or twenty people, I sing jokingly: "Unfortunately, birthdays are ten times a year." There is, however, the eleventh, although he is rather the first. This is the birthday of our family - not the day of our wedding, but the day of our meeting, because the main thing is to meet and not pass by. And by this day we buy apples and cakes and divide each one in half, as once, many years ago, on the first day of our meeting. This is now one of our traditions. We do not have very many of them, but they are dear to us and live for a long time.
How are our family celebrations going? Sometimes the guys prepare invitation cards, more often we manage with verbal invitations: "Welcome to our holiday." Long before evening, the house is filled with noise and bustle. From above, from the attic, screeching and bursts of laughter are heard - there is a fitting of costumes and the last rehearsal, sometimes, however, it is also the first; artists do not always have the patience for several rehearsals, they prefer impromptu. It turns out a surprise not only for the public, but also for yourself. Downstairs, in the kitchen, there is a column of smoke (sometimes literally) - here they are busy preparing food that is no longer spiritual, but quite material. And therefore, as a rule, there is no time for laughter here, otherwise something will burn, run away, scald. I can barely stand on my feet from the heat, bustle, noise and worries.
It seems that everything is ready, you can already set the table and invite guests. The girls will do it, and for now I’ll rest and answer the question that we are sometimes asked: “And why do you bother with pies, dough, don’t you feel sorry for the time? We would buy a cake or something ready, and no hassle” . What to say to that? That's right: no hassle, but much less joy! How much pleasure for everyone from the smell of dough alone. And everyone can touch it, rumple it in the palms - how tender, pliable, warm, as if alive! And you can mold it yourself whatever you want, and decorate it as you like, and make a real one. cheerful gingerbread man, and carefully take it out of the oven, and take it as a gift to grandmothers, and proudly say: "I did it myself!" How to live without it?
And now the concert is ready, the artists are already in costumes, the audience is seated on chairs in front of the "curtain" separating the "stage" from the "auditorium".
All the performances are prepared by the guys themselves, they make up the program of the evening, choose the entertainer, the boys prepare the lighting and, of course, the sound effects. The "curtain" is parted not just like that, but with the help of an ingenious device. But love for impromptu brings, and without preparation it turns out:
- Hurry, hurry - you already need it!
- I can't - I forgot.
- Well, you go.
- No you!
- Quiet ... quiet! - A flushed "entertainer" is pushed onto the stage and:
- We continue our concert ...
The program includes: poems and songs (including own composition), plays (only my own composition), music (piano), more music (balalaika), acrobatic numbers, dances, pantomimes, clowning, magic tricks ... Some numbers combine almost all genres at once.
Often the "public" takes part in performances, "artists" become spectators. Laughter, applause - it's all real. And most importantly - the real excitement before the performance, and the effort to do as best as possible, and the joy for the other when everything turned out well - this is the main thing.
After such a stormy start, the feast turns out to be stormy and cheerful. Everyone clinks glasses, and in turn say toasts or congratulations to the hero of the occasion, and drink from large glasses - as much as you want! - lemonade. Yes, children are together with adults at the table, and instead of colorful wine bottles on the table are lemonade, grape juice or self-made fruit drink. We even New Year we meet. And we don't get bored. The main thing is to clink glasses, and look into each other's eyes, and say the most good words in the world…
B.P.: They do not believe us when we say that we have unopened bottles of wine for months and even years, brought by one of the guests who first came to our house. And not because we have a dry law or someone's ban. It's just that we don't need it, it's bottled happiness, it's useless, that's all. Just like cigarettes, by the way. And our teenage guys have a certain attitude towards these attributes of imaginary masculinity: neither curiosity, nor cravings, but rather conscious disgust.
L.A.: In my opinion, this is just normal. After all, a person does not infect himself with tuberculosis, cancer or anything like that. Something else is abnormal: to know that poison is a disease, and yet forcefully shove it into oneself, shove it in, until it clings to all the livers inside and makes a rotten person out of a person.
B.P.: And here we have our own traditions. After all, as it usually happens on birthdays: all the gifts, all the attention - to the newborn, and the mother, the main hero of the occasion, has only troubles on this day. We decided that this was unfair, and our birthday boy presents his mother with a gift on his birthday. This has been the custom with us for a long time, ever since the first son was able to give something he made himself.
Our holiday ends on the porch, sometimes with fireworks and sparklers. We see off the guests and shout in unison from the threshold:
- Goodbye!
What is Magic power art? What role does it play in a person's life? Is it true that art reflects the soul of a people? The writer V.Konetsky, the author of the proposed text for analysis, is trying to answer these and other questions. For example, reflecting on the originality of Russian painting, he draws attention to the work of such artists as Savrasov, Levitan, Serov, Korovin, Kustodiev. “These names hide not only the eternal joy of life in art. It is Russian joy that is hidden, with all its tenderness, modesty and depth. And how simple the Russian song is, so simple is the painting,” the author notes. He emphasizes that the work of these artists reflects the attitude of our people, their ability to enjoy the beauty native nature, the ability to appreciate its simplicity and unpretentiousness, to find harmony where others do not feel it.
Art for a person is also a kind of lifeline, because it is not only a means of self-expression, but also the power that connects us with history and culture home country, does not allow to forget its expanses, over and over again reminds everyone how beautiful Russia is. This property genuine art V. Konetsky considers it very important, because it helps people to realize their involvement in their history, their people, their Fatherland: “In our age, artists should all the more not forget about one simple function of art - to awaken and illuminate the feeling of homeland in a fellow tribesman.”
Works of painting, literature, music also have a very important role that cannot be ignored. Summing up, the writer expresses confidence: “Art is art when it evokes in a person a feeling of happiness, albeit fleeting.”
I agree with the author's point of view: real art will always find a way to touch the strings of our soul, to reach out even to the most hardened heart. It is able to lift a person who has lost hope from his knees and even save his life.
Thus, art resurrected the desire to live in the hero of Leo Tolstoy's epic novel War and Peace. Nikolai Rostov, losing to Dolokhov in cards a large amount I just didn't see a way out of the current situation. Card debt must be paid, but such huge money the young officer did not. In this situation, he had, perhaps, the only option for the development of events - suicide. From the gloomy thoughts of the hero of the novel, the voice of the sister distracted. Natasha was learning a new aria. At that moment, Nikolai, enchanted by the music, enchanted by the beauty of Natasha's voice, forgot about the problems that a minute ago seemed unsolvable to him. He listened to the singing and only worried about whether the girl would hit the top note. Her gentle voice, the charm of a magical melody brought Nikolai back to life: the hero realized that, in addition to adversity and sadness, there is beauty and happiness in the world, and it’s worth living for them. This is what real art does!
It also saved Sue, the heroine of O'Henry's story "The Last Leaf". The girl who fell ill with pneumonia completely lost hope of recovery. Watching the ivy fall outside the window, she decides that she will die when she flies off its branch. last page OK. An old artist neighbor Berman, having learned about her intentions from a friend of the heroine, decides to deceive fate. At night, during the cold autumn rain and strong wind, he creates his main picture, a real masterpiece: he draws a small leaf of ivy on the brick wall of the house opposite. In the morning, Sue sees the brave last leaf bravely fighting the storm all night. The girl also decides to pull herself together and believe in life. She recovers thanks to the power of love that she put into her work. old painter, and therefore, thanks to art. It is this that gives her the opportunity to live on, believe in herself and be happy.
So art plays essential role in our life. It makes it possible to express one's feelings and thoughts, unites the most different people helps to live.
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