IN modern world With its crazy pace and dynamics, women are forced to shoulder responsibilities that are far from feminine. They easily solve complex problems, cope with several tasks at the same time, and so on in the spirit of galloping horses and burning huts.
But we must not forget about rest and relaxation, which is best helped by a cup of hot cocoa and books about love. Love stories, especially classic ones about love, can take you back to the roots of femininity and give you unforgettable feelings of tenderness and beauty.
We have selected for you famous love stories that have captivated the female audience for many years. The best classic about love will give you more than one pleasant evening. The love story in every novel is special and unique.
- Jane Austen "Pride and Prejudice". This book rightfully occupies one of the first places among all love classics. This is confirmed by the number of film adaptations in which actors with world fame are involved. Modern writers also don’t want to leave the book’s plot alone, even using it as the basis for fantasy action films about zombies. The novel is a combination of classic family principles and relationships between the sexes, diluted with humor, gaiety and wit.
- Leo Tolstoy "Anna Karenina". As sad as it may be, often great and passionate love does not end as well as we would like. This happened with the famous heroine of Leo Tolstoy’s novel. Maybe for greater tragedy, or maybe, on the contrary, for the sake of faith in the best, the story of Anna Karenina’s unhappy love is depicted against the backdrop of the happy and tender affection of Konstantin Levin and Kitty Shcherbatskaya. After reading the novel, you can also enjoy one of more than 30 productions of the book for every taste, from ballets and musicals to TV series and films.
- Margaret Mitchell "Gone with the Wind". Who among us has not sympathized with the restless Scarlet or sighed for the proud Rhett Butler? The book will immerse you in the difficult life of a young girl, full of love and everyday experiences and troubles. But not every woman can get out of them and find solutions to problems, like Scarlett O’Hara. The bestselling novel by the American writer will not leave anyone indifferent.
- Emily Bronte "Wuthering Heights". The fate of the Bronte sisters was not easy, and Emily was also given a short life. Only one novel managed to come out from her pen, but what a novel it turned out to be! It is not for nothing that Wuthering Heights is considered the standard among romantic and gothic literature of the 19th century. The mystical and crazy love of the main characters will leave a mark on your soul for a long time.
- Fyodor Dostoevsky "Idiot". A big and pure feeling can completely embrace different people. Fate simultaneously rewarded with love for one woman both the gentle, kind heart of Prince Myshkin and the violent, passionate head of the merchant Parfyon Rogozhin. But did the Russian beauty Nastasya Filippovna truly love any of them or was she just playing with young people? How did each of this trio pay for their love? Don’t be lazy to spend your time on the famous work of the Russian writer; such emotions should not be wasted.
- Solved by Nuri Gyuntekin "The Kinglet is a songbird". A beautiful story about mutual love that faces difficult trials. A life-affirming novel about a girl Ferida, whose beauty often becomes an obstacle to happiness, but whose kind and courageous heart stubbornly paves the way to a joyful future and the embrace of a loved one.
- Francis Scott Fitzgerald "The Great Gatsby". Here we will be transported to New York, into an atmosphere of luxury and prosperity, huge villas and wild entertainment of the “golden” youth. Main character carried his feeling through many years, for his sake he gained enormous wealth and fame, but they were never able to bring him such desired happiness. And for fans of Leonardo DiCaprio's now Oscar-winning performance, there is a wonderful 2013 film adaptation.
- Charlotte Bronte "Jane Eyre". The happiness of the main character of this novel came at a difficult price. But if everything were easy and colorful, would it be so interesting and exciting? Difficult, but beautiful story life for a poor girl who was not broken by the blows of fate and the attitude of evil and unjust people.
- Colin McCullough "The Thorn Birds". The book covers many years and generations of one family, so it can be classified as an epic novel. But the central plot is still considered to be the story of the relationship between the girl Maggie and the priest Ralph. Having carried a great and sincere feeling throughout their lives, will they be able to throw away all conventions and enjoy happiness?
A lot has been said... both good words and bad. It seems that not a single poet could ignore this feeling. Sometimes a couple of lines are enough to describe love...
Short poems about love
You can't confuse real tenderness
With nothing, and she is quiet.
You are in vain carefully wrapping
My shoulders and chest are covered in fur.
And in vain are the words submissive
You talk about first love
How do I know these stubborn
Your unsatisfied glances!
A. Akhmatova
And the wild song of our native land.
...What now?
A. Akhmatova
He said that I have no rivals.
For him I am not an earthly woman,
And the winter sun is a comforting light
And the wild song of our native land.
When I die, he will not be sad,
He will not shout, distraught: “Rise up!”
But suddenly he realizes that it is impossible to live
Without sun, body and soul without song.
...What now?
S. Yesenin
You, who loved me with falsehood
Truth - and the truth of lies,
You, who loved me, continue
Nowhere! - Abroad!
You, who loved me longer
Time. - Hands swing! -
You don't love me anymore:
The truth in five words.
M. Tsvetaeva
Short classic poems
You are a stranger to me and not a stranger,
Native and not native,
Mine and not mine! Coming to you
Home - I won’t say “visiting”
And I won’t say “home.”
Love is like a fiery furnace:
But the ring is a big thing,
And yet the altar is a great light.
- God did not bless!
M. Tsvetaeva
The fire of desire burns in the blood,
Your soul is hurt by you,
Kiss me: your kisses
Myrrh and wine are sweeter to me.
Bow your gentle head to me,
And may I rest peacefully,
While the happy day dies
And the shadow of the night will move.
A.S. Pushkin
I believe: I am loved; for the heart you need to believe.
No, my dear, I cannot be a hypocrite;
Everything about her is unfeigned: the languid heat of desires,
Timid shyness denigrates a priceless gift,
Dresses and speeches are pleasantly careless
And affectionate names of infant tenderness.
A.S. Pushkin
Love won't wash away
no quarrel
not a mile.
Thought out
verified
verified.
Raising solemnly the line-fingered verse,
I swear -
I love
unchanged and true!
V. Mayakovsky
GAINED
She flashed lightning with her eyes:
I saw -
another one with you.
You are the lowest
you are the meanest... -
And she went
and went
and went away, cursing.
I'm a scientist, my dear,
leave your rumblings,
If lightning didn't kill me -
then thunder to me
By God, not scary.
V. Mayakovsky
Briefly about classic love
ONE FOR YOU, ONE FOR YOU
For you alone, for you alone,
Love and happiness to the queen,
Beautiful to you, young
All lives are the best pages!
Neither a true friend, nor a brother, nor a mother
They don’t know a friend, a brother, a son,
Only you can understand
The soul is in an unclear sadness.
You, you alone, oh my passion,
My love, my queen!
In the darkness of the night your soul
Shines like a distant lightning.
A. Blok
We were together, I remember...
The night was worried, the violin was singing...
These days you were mine,
You're getting prettier every hour...
Through the quiet murmur of streams,
Through the mystery of a feminine smile
A kiss was asked to the lips,
The sounds of a violin asked in my heart...
A. Blok
Words are sad
words can be bitter.
They fly on wires
lowlands, hillocks.
In sealed envelopes
they knock over the sleepers,
over sleepers, over hummocks:
"It's over. It's over..."
R. Rozhdestvensky
Poems with meaning are short
We buried our love
A cross was placed on the grave.
"God bless!" - both said...
Love has just risen from the grave,
Nodding reproachfully at us:
- What did you do? I am alive!..
Yu. Drunina
In the second half of the twentieth century
Two good people say goodbye -
A man leaves his wife,
But he is not going to war.
Another one is waiting for him on the corner, near the house,
She keeps looking at her watch, walking nervously:
A man leaves his wife -
It would have been easier to go to war!
Yu. Drunina
Now they don't die of love -
mocking sober era.
Only hemoglobin in the blood drops,
only for no reason does a person feel bad.
Now they don't die of love -
Only the heart is acting up at night.
But don’t call the ambulance, mom,
The doctors will shrug their shoulders helplessly:
"Now they don't die of love..."
Yu. Drunina
There are no right or wrong in love.
Is this element wine?
Like a stream of hot lava
She flies through destinies.
There are no right or wrong in love,
No one can be blamed here.
Sorry for the madman who lava
I would try to stop...
Yu. Drunina
Love lyrics are the basis of the work of many Russian poets. And this is not surprising, because love itself is multifaceted. It can give joy and pleasure, but at the same time, it often makes you suffer. The duality of love is a riddle that sooner or later every person has to solve. At the same time, poetic natures strive to tell about their feelings not only to the subject of their hobbies, but also often trust them on paper, creating poems of amazing beauty, reverent and sublime.
10th place. The anticipation of love can be painful and filled with sadness. However, most often that short period of time when a person does not yet realize that he is already in love is filled with confusion and anxiety. In his poem “Premonition of love is more terrible” Konstantin Simonov notes that waiting for love is like the calm before the storm or a short respite before the attack, when feelings and thoughts gallop, and the soul is literally torn to pieces.
“Premonition of love is more terrible” K. Simonov
The premonition of love is worse
Love itself. Love is like a fight
You got along with her eye to eye.
There is no need to wait, she is with you.The premonition of love is like a storm,
My hands are already a little damp,
But there is still silence, and sounds
The piano can be heard from behind the curtains.And to hell with the barometer
Everything is flying down, the pressure is flying,
And in fear of doomsday
It's too late to hug the shores.No, worse. It's like a trench
You are sitting, waiting for the whistle to attack,
And there, half a mile away, there’s a sign
He is also waiting for a bullet in the forehead...
9th place. However, you still need to overcome obstacles and tell your chosen one or chosen one about your feelings, which for many people is a real test. After all, passions are already raging, but there is still not enough courage to take the first step. As a result, poems are born, like that which he wrote Alexander Pushkin. His "Confession" is a mixture of admiration and hope, joy and sadness, jealousy and despair. And hope that the feelings are mutual.
“Confession” A. Pushkin
I love you, even though I'm mad,
Although this is labor and shame in vain,
And in this unfortunate stupidity
At your feet I confess!
It doesn’t suit me and is beyond my years...
It's time, it's time for me to be smarter!
But I recognize it by all the signs
The disease of love in my soul:
I'm bored without you - I yawn;
I feel sad in front of you - I endure;
And, I have no courage, I want to say,
My angel, how I love you!
When I hear from the living room
Your light step, or dresses sum,
Or a virgin, innocent voice,
I suddenly lose all my mind.
You smile - it gives me joy;
You turn away - I'm sad;
For a day of torment - a reward
I want your pale hand.
When you are diligent about the hoop
You sit, leaning casually,
Eyes and curls drooping, -
I am moved, silently, tenderly
I admire you like a child!..
Should I tell you my misfortune,
My jealous sadness
When to walk, sometimes in bad weather,
Are you going far away?
And your tears alone,
And speeches in the corner together,
And travel to Opochka,
And piano in the evening?..
Alina! have pity on me.
I don't dare demand love.
Perhaps for my sins,
My angel, I'm not worth love!
But pretend! This look
Everything can be expressed so wonderfully!
Ah, it’s not difficult to deceive me!…
I'm happy to be deceived myself!
8th place. However, love does not exist without quarrels, which can break out over trifles. But if the feelings are strong enough, then the lovers find the strength to forgive each other for mutual insults and reconcile. The feelings that people experience at the same time were very accurately and vividly described in his poem “You and I are stupid people” by poet Nikolai Nekrasov. In his opinion, after a quarrel, love flares up with new strength, giving joy, tenderness and spiritual cleansing.
“You and I are stupid people” N. Nekrasov
You and I are stupid people:
In just a minute, the flash is ready!
Relief for a troubled chest
An unreasonable, harsh word.Speak up when you're angry
Everything that excites and torments the soul!
Let us, my friend, be openly angry:
The world is easier and more likely to get boring.If prose in love is inevitable,
So let's take a share of happiness from her:
After a quarrel, so full, so tender
Return of love and participation...
7th place. The opponent of quarrels, in turn, is Boris Pasternak. In the poem “Loving others is a heavy cross” he claims that love makes a person more sublime and sensitive. And to cleanse the soul it is not at all necessary to reward each other with mutual reproaches, and then seek consolation and ask for forgiveness. You can easily do without quarrels, and any person who truly loves can do this.
“Loving others is a heavy cross” B. Pasternak
Loving others is a heavy cross,
And you are beautiful without gyrations,
And your beauty is a secret
It is tantamount to the solution to life.In spring the rustling of dreams is heard
And the rustle of news and truths.
You come from a family of such fundamentals.
Your meaning, like air, is selfless.It's easy to wake up and see clearly,
Shake verbal trash out of the heart
And live without getting clogged in the future.
All this is not a big trick.
6th place. No one knows at what exact moment a meeting will take place, which can subsequently radically change a person’s life. Love sometimes flares up completely suddenly, and Alexander Blok tried to capture this amazing moment in his poem “Stranger.” However, he preferred to keep his feelings for himself, enjoying them like tart expensive wine. After all, love without reciprocity is not always tinged with sadness. It can give no less joy than communicating with a loved one.
"Stranger" A. Blok
In the evenings above the restaurants
The hot air is wild and deaf,
And rules with drunken shouts
Spring and pernicious spirit.Far above the dust of the alley,
Above the boredom of country dachas,
The bakery's pretzel is slightly golden,
And a child's cry is heard.And every evening, behind the barriers,
Breaking the pots,
Walking with the ladies among the ditches
Tested wits.Oarlocks creak over the lake
And a woman's squeal is heard,
And in the sky, accustomed to everything
The disk is bent senselessly.And every evening my only friend
Reflected in my glass
And tart and mysterious moisture
Like me, humbled and stunned.And next to the neighboring tables
Sleepy lackeys hang around,
And drunkards with rabbit eyes
“In vino veritas!” they scream.And every evening, at the appointed hour
(Or am I just dreaming?),
The girl's figure, captured by silks,
A window moves through a foggy window.And slowly, walking between the drunken,
Always without companions, alone
Breathing spirits and mists,
She sits by the window.And they breathe ancient beliefs
Her elastic silks
And a hat with mourning feathers,
And in the rings there is a narrow hand.And chained by a strange intimacy,
I look behind the dark veil,
And I see the enchanted shore
And the enchanted distance.Silent secrets have been entrusted to me,
Someone's sun was handed to me,
And all the souls of my bend
Tart wine pierced.And ostrich feathers bowed
My brain is swinging,
And blue bottomless eyes
They bloom on the far shore.There's a treasure in my soul
And the key is entrusted only to me!
You're right, drunken monster!
I know: the truth is in the wine.
5th place. Nevertheless, faithful ally this bright and very strong feeling is a passion that overwhelms a person, plunging him into a whirlpool of events and actions, for which he sometimes does not find an explanation, and does not want to do so. I tried to reflect this all-consuming feeling in my poem “I love you more than the sea, and the sky, and singing...” Konstantin Balmont, admitting that passion flares up instantly, and only then is it replaced by true love, full of tenderness and romance.
“I love you more than the sea, and the sky, and singing...” K. Balmont
I love you more than the Sea, and the Sky, and the Singing,
I love you longer than the days I have been given on earth.
You alone burn for me like a star in the silence of the distance,
You are a ship that does not sink in dreams, or in waves, or in darkness.I fell in love with you unexpectedly, immediately, accidentally,
I saw you - like a blind man suddenly widens his eyes
And, having regained his sight, he will be amazed that in the world sculpture is welded together,
That turquoise poured down excessively into the emerald.I remember. Having opened the book, you rustled the pages slightly.
I asked: “Is it good that ice is refracted in the soul?”
You flashed your eyes towards me, instantly seeing the distance.
And I love - and love - about love - for my beloved - he sings.
4th place. Another feeling that is a constant companion of love is jealousy. Few lovers can avoid this bitter fate, at first tormented by doubts about reciprocal feelings, and later by the fear of losing their loved one forever. And often the most ardent and passionate love, poisoned by jealousy, develops into all-consuming hatred. An illustration of such relationships can be “The Ballad of Hate and Love” by Eduard Asadov, in which banal betrayal destroys not only love, but also serves as an incentive to survive, filling the heart with a thirst for revenge. Thus, love and hatred perfectly complement each other and can coexist in the heart of almost any person who is not able to suppress one of these feelings and prefers his life to consist of a series of joys and disappointments.
“Ballad of Hatred and Love” by E. Asadov
The blizzard roars like a gray-haired giant,
For the second day without calming down,
Roars like five hundred airplane turbines,
And there is no end to it, damned!Dancing with a huge white fire,
Turns off the engines and turns off the headlights.
The snowy airfield is jammed,
Service buildings and hangars.There is dim light in the smoky room,
The radio operator has not slept for two days.
He catches, he listens to the crackling and whistling,
Everyone is waiting tensely: is he alive or not?The radio operator nods: “For now, yes.”
But the pain does not allow him to straighten up.
And he also jokes: “Like, here’s the trouble
My left plane is going nowhere!
Most likely a collarbone fracture..."Somewhere there is a storm, no fire, no star
Above the scene of the plane crash.
Only snow covers up the traces of debris
Yes, a freezing pilot.They search for tractors day and night,
Yes, but in vain. It's a shame to the point of tears.
Is it possible to find it here, is it possible to help?
You can't see your hand half a meter from the headlights?And he understands, but he doesn’t wait,
Lying in a hollow that will become a coffin.
Even if the tractor comes,
It will still pass in two steps
And he won’t notice him under the snowdrift.Now any operation is in vain.
And yet life can still be heard.
You can hear his walkie-talkie
By some miracle, she was saved.I would like to get up, but the pain burns my side,
The boots are full of warm blood,
As it cools down, it freezes into ice,
Snow gets into your nose and mouth.What's interrupted? It is impossible to understand.
But just don’t move, don’t step!
So, apparently, your journey is over!
And somewhere there is a son, a wife, friends...Somewhere there is a room, light, warmth...
Don't talk about it! It's getting dark in my eyes...
There was probably a meter of snow covering it.
The body becomes sleepy...And in the headset the words sound:
- Hello! Can you hear? Hold on, buddy -
My head is spinning...
- Hello! Take heart! They'll find you!..Take heart? What is he, a boy or a coward?!
What terrible alterations he has been in.
- Thank you... I understand... I’m holding on for now! —
And he adds to himself: “I’m afraid
That everything will happen, it seems too late..."Totally cast iron head.
The radio's batteries are running low.
They will last for another hour or two.
Your arms are like logs... your back is going numb...- Hello! - This seems to be the general. -
Hold on, dear, they will find you, dig you up... -
It’s strange: the words ring like crystal,
They beat and knock like metal on armor,
And when the brain has cooled down, they almost never fly...To suddenly become the happiest on earth,
How little is probably needed:
Having completely frozen, find yourself warm,
Where kind word yes there is tea on the table,
A sip of alcohol and a puff of smoke...Again there is silence in the headset.
Then, through the blizzard howl:
- Hello! Your wife is in the wheelhouse here!
Now you will hear it. Attention!For a minute the hum of a tight wave,
Some rustles, crackles, squeaks,
And suddenly the distant voice of his wife,
Painfully familiar, terribly close!- I don’t know what to do and what to say.
Darling, you know very well yourself,
What if you’re completely frozen,
We must endure, resist!Nice, bright, dear!
Well, how can I explain to her in the end?
That he didn’t die here on purpose,
That the pain prevents you from even breathing faintly
And we must face the truth.- Listen! Forecasters responded:
The storm will end in a day.
Will you hold out? Yes?
- Unfortunately no…
- Why not? You're out of your mind!Alas, the words sound increasingly muffled.
The denouement, here it is - no matter how hard it is.
Only one head still lives,
And the body is a cold piece of wood.Not a sound. Silence. She's probably crying.
How difficult it is to send your last greetings!
And suddenly: - If so, I have to say! —
The voice is sharp, unrecognizable.
Strange. What could this mean?- Believe me, I’m sad to tell you.
Just yesterday I would have hidden it out of fear.
But since you said that you won't live long enough,
It’s better not to reproach yourself afterward,
Let me tell you briefly everything that happened.Know that I'm a crappy wife
And I'm worth every bad word.
I haven't been faithful to you for a year now
And now I’ve been in love with someone else for a year now!Oh, how I suffered when I met the flames
Your hot oriental eyes. —
He listened silently to her story,
I listened, maybe for the last time,
Clutching a dry blade of grass between your teeth.- So for a whole year I lied, hid,
But this is out of fear, not out of malice.
- Tell me the name!..-
She paused
Then, as if she had struck her, she said her name,
I named him my best friend!He simply wouldn’t dare, couldn’t, just like me,
Hold on, meeting your eyes.
Don't be afraid for your son. He's coming with us.
Now everything is all over again: life and family.Sorry. These words are not timely.
But there will be no other time. —
He listens silently. My head is burning...
And it’s as if a hammer is knocking on the crown of your head...- What a pity that you can’t help in any way!
Fate mixed up all the paths.
Goodbye! Don't be angry and forgive if you can!
Forgive me for my meanness and joy!Has it been six months or half an hour?
The batteries must have run out.
Farther and quieter the noises... voices...
Only the heart beats stronger and stronger!It rumbles and hits your temples!
It blazes with fire and poison.
It's torn to pieces!
What is more in him: rage or melancholy?
It’s too late to weigh, and there’s no need to!Resentment fills the blood like a wave.
There is a complete fog before my eyes.
Where is friendship in the world and where is love?
They are not there! And the wind is like an echo again:
They are not there! All meanness and all deception!He is destined to die in the snow,
Like a dog, stiffened by the moans of a blizzard,
So that two traitors there in the south
Opening the bottle with a laugh at your leisure,
Could a wake be held for him?!They'll completely bully the kid
And they will persevere until the end,
To drive another's name into his head
And take my father's name out of my memory!And yet bright faith is given
The little soul of a three-year-old boy.
The son listens to the drone of planes and waits.
And he’s freezing, but he won’t come!The heart is thundering, knocking on the temples,
Cocked like the hammer of a revolver.
From tenderness, rage and melancholy
It is torn to pieces.
But it’s still too early to give up, too early!Oh, strength! Where can I get you, where?
But here it’s not life at stake, but honor!
Miracle? Do you need a miracle, you say?
So let it be! Consider it a miracle!We must rise at any cost
And with all my being, rushing forward,
Take your chest off the frozen ground,
Like a plane that doesn't want to give up
And after being shot down, he takes off again!The pain comes such that it seems
You'll fall back dead, face down!
And yet he gets up, wheezing.
A miracle, as you see, is happening!
However, about the miracle later, later...The storm throws icy salt,
But the body burns like a hot summer,
My heart is pounding somewhere in my throat,
Crimson rage and black pain!Far away through the wild carousel
The boy's eyes are waiting,
They are big, in the middle of a snowstorm,
They guide him like a compass!- Will not work! It's not true, I won't get lost! —
He's alive. He's moving, crawling!
Gets up, sways as he goes,
He falls again and gets up again...By noon the storm died down and gave up.
It fell and suddenly fell apart.
He fell as if cut off on the spot,
Releasing the sun from the white mouth.He passed, in anticipation of the imminent spring,
Leaving after overnight surgery
There are wisps of gray hair on the stunted bushes,
Like white flags of surrender.There's a helicopter going on a low-level plane,
Breaking the silence of silence.
Sixth spread, seventh spread,
He is looking... looking... and behold, and behold -
A dark dot in the midst of whiteness!Quicker! The roar shook the earth.
Quicker! Well, what is it: a beast? Human?
The point swayed and rose
And collapsed again into the deep snow...Getting closer, getting lower... Enough! Stop!
The cars hum smoothly and smoothly.
And the first one without a ladder, straight into a snowdrift
A woman rushed out of the cabin!She fell to her husband: “You’re alive, you’re alive!”
I knew... Everything would be like this, not otherwise!..-
And, carefully clasping your neck,
She whispered something, laughing and crying.Trembling, she kissed, as if half asleep,
Frozen hands, face and lips.
And he barely audible, with difficulty, through clenched teeth:
- Don’t you dare... you yourself told me...- Shut up! No need! All nonsense, all nonsense!
By what yardstick have you measured me?
How could you believe?! But no,
What a blessing that you believed!I knew, I knew your character!
Everything was collapsing, dying... even a howl, even a roar!
And I needed a chance, the last one, any chance!
And hatred can sometimes burn
Even stronger than love!And so, I say, but I myself am shaking,
I'm playing some kind of scoundrel.
And I'm still afraid that I'll fall apart now,
I’ll shout something, burst into tears,
Unable to stand it to the end!Forgive me for the bitterness, my beloved!
All my life for one, for one look from you,
Yes, like a fool, I will follow you,
To hell with it! Even to hell! Even to hell!And her eyes were like this,
Eyes that loved and yearned,
They were shining with such light now,
That he looked at them and understood everything!And, half frozen, half alive,
He suddenly became the happiest person on the planet.
Hatred, no matter how strong it is at times,
Not the most powerful thing in the world!
3rd place. It's no secret that over time, even the most ardent feelings dull, and love turns into an endless routine. Anticipating the development of relationships in this way and understanding that only a few manage to avoid separation happy couples, Nikolai Klyuev wrote the poem “Love began in the summer”. In it, he tried to answer the question of why people who just yesterday admired each other so much are today full of indifference and even some contempt for both themselves and their former lovers. But you can’t command your feelings, and you have to put up with it, even if initial stage As the relationship develops, it seems to both lovers that their union is eternal. In life, everything is much more banal and prosaic. Rarely does anyone manage to revive faded feelings. And more often than not, a romance that ends in separation over time causes only slight sadness in its characters.
“Love began in the summer” N. Klyuev
Love began in the summer
The end is in autumn September.
You came up to me with greetings
In a simple girl's outfit.Handed over a red egg
As a symbol of blood and love:
Don't rush north, little bird,
Wait for spring in the south!The woods turn smoky blue,
Wary and dumb
Behind the patterned curtains
The melting winter is not visible.But the heart senses: there are fogs,
The movement of the forests is vague,
Inevitable deceptions
Lilac-blue evenings.Oh, don't fly into the fogs like a bird!
The years will pass into gray darkness -
You will be a beggar nun
Stand on the porch in the corner.And maybe I'll pass by
Just as poor and thin...
Oh give me cherub wings
Flying invisibly behind you!I can't say hello to you,
And don’t repent later...
Love began in the summer
The end is in autumn September.
2nd place. But sometimes the image of a once close and beloved person is simply erased from the heart, thrown into the background of memory, like useless thing, and nothing can be done about it. A similar situation I had a chance to experience Ivan Bunin, who in the poem “We met by chance, on the corner...” warns all lovers that sooner or later they will be forgotten. And this is a kind of payment for love, which is inevitable unless people can learn to accept their chosen ones as they are, forgiving them for their imperfections.
“We met by chance, on the corner...” I. Bunin
We met by chance on the corner.
I walked quickly and suddenly, like lightning,
Cut through the evening darkness
Through black radiant eyelashes.She was wearing crepe, a transparent light gas
The spring wind blew for a moment,
But on the face and in the bright shine of the eyes
I caught the former excitement.And she nodded to me affectionately,
Slightly tilted her face away from the wind
And disappeared around the corner... It was spring...
She forgave me and forgot.
1 place. An example of such all-consuming love, which is devoid of conventions and therefore close to the ideal, can be found in Osip Mandelstam’s poem “I’m sorry that it’s winter now...”. Love is, first of all, a huge amount of work to maintain a feeling that can fade away at any moment. And - the awareness that it consists of various little things, the value of which people realize only when they lose them.
“I’m sorry that it’s winter now...” O. Mandelstam
I'm sorry it's winter now
And you can’t hear mosquitoes in the house,
But you reminded me yourself
About frivolous straw.Dragonflies fly in the blue,
And fashion swirls like a swallow;
Basket on the head
Or a bombastic ode?I don't dare to advise
And excuses are useless
But whipped cream tastes forever
And the smell of orange peel.You're interpreting everything at random
This doesn't make it any worse
What to do: the most gentle mind
Everything fits outside.And you're trying to yolk
Beat with an angry spoon,
He turned white, he was exhausted.
And yet a little more...And, really, it’s not your fault, -
Why grades and reverse?
You were created on purpose
For a comedic altercation.Everything about you teases, everything sings,
Like an Italian roulade.
And a little cherry mouth
Sukhoi asks for grapes.So don't try to be smarter
Everything about you is a whim, every minute,
And the shadow of your cap -
Venetian bauta.
Closer to mid-February, it seems that even love vibes are in the air. And if you haven’t felt this mood yet, the gray sky and cold wind spoil all the romance - will come to your aid best classic about love!
Antoine François Prevost's History of the Chevalier de Grieux and Manon Lescaut (1731)
This story takes place in Regency France after the death of Louis XIV. The story is told from the perspective of a seventeen-year-old boy, a graduate of the Faculty of Philosophy in northern France. Having successfully passed his exams, he is about to return to his father's house, but accidentally meets an attractive and mysterious girl. This is Manon Lescaut, who was brought to the city by her parents to be sent to a monastery. Cupid's arrow pierces the heart of the young gentleman and he, forgetting about everything, persuades Manon to run away with him. Thus begins the eternal and beautiful love story of the Chevalier de Grieux and Manon Lescaut, which will inspire entire generations of readers, writers, artists, musicians, and directors.
The author of the love story is Abbot Prevost, whose life rushed between monastic solitude and secular society. His fate - complex, interesting, his love for a girl of another faith - forbidden and passionate - formed the basis of a fascinating and scandalous (for its era) book.
“Manon Lescaut” is the first novel where, against the backdrop of a reliable depiction of material and everyday realities, a subtle and heartfelt psychological portrait of the characters is drawn. The fresh, winged prose of Abbé Prévost is unlike all previous French literature.
This story tells about several years in the life of de Grieux, during which an impulsive, sensitive young man thirsting for love and freedom manages to turn into a man with great experience and difficult fate. The beautiful Manon also grows up: her spontaneity and frivolity are replaced by depth of feelings and a wise outlook on life.
“Despite the cruelest fate, I found my happiness in her gaze and in firm confidence in her feelings. Truly I have lost everything that other people honor and cherish; but I possessed the heart of Manon, the only good that I honored.”
A novel about pure and eternal love, which arises out of thin air, but the strength and purity of this feeling is enough to change the heroes and their destinies. But is this power enough to change life around?
Emily Bronte "Wuthering Heights" (1847)
Having made their debut in the same year, each of the Bronte sisters presented the world with their own novel: Charlotte - “Jane Eyre”, Emily - “Wuthering Heights”, Anne - “Agnes Gray”. Charlotte's novel created a sensation (it, like any book by the most famous Brontë, could have ended up in this top), but after the death of the sisters it was recognized that Wuthering Heights was one of the best works of that time.
The most mystical and reserved of the sisters, Emily Bronte, created a piercing novel about madness and hatred, about strength and love. His contemporaries considered him too rude, but they could not help but fall under his magical influence.
The story of generations of two families unfolds against the picturesque backdrop of the Yorkshire fields, where maddening winds and inhuman passions reign. The central characters, the freedom-loving Catherine and the impulsive Heathcliff, are obsessed with each other. Their complex characters, different social status, exceptional destinies - all together form the canon of a love story. But this book is more than just an early Victorian love story. According to modernist Virginia Woolf, “the idea that at the heart of the manifestations of human nature lie forces that elevate it and raise it to the foot of greatness, and puts Emily Brontë’s novel in a special, outstanding place among similar novels.”
Thanks to Wuthering Heights beautiful fields Yorkshire became a nature reserve, and we inherited, for example, such masterpieces as the film of the same name with Juliette Binoche, the popular ballad “It's All Coming Back to Me Now” performed by Celine Dion, as well as touching quotes:
“What doesn’t remind you of her? I can’t even look at my feet without her face appearing here on the floor slabs! It is in every cloud, in every tree - it fills the air at night, during the day it appears in the outlines of objects - her image is everywhere around me! The most ordinary faces, male and female, my own features - everything teases me with its likeness. The whole world is a terrible panopticon, where everything reminds me that she existed and that I lost her.”
Leo Tolstoy "Anna Karenina" (1877)
Exists famous legend about how it was discussed among writers that there are no good novels about love in literature. Tolstoy perked up at these words and accepted the challenge, saying that he would write a good novel about love in three months. And he did write it. True, in four years.
But that, as they say, is history. And “Anna Karenina” is a novel that is included in the school curriculum. This is school reading. And so, every decent graduate learns at the exit that "All happy families look alike...", and in the Oblonskys’ house “everything is mixed up...”
Meanwhile, Anna Karenina is a truly great book about great love. Today it is generally accepted (thanks, in particular, to the cinema) that this is a novel about the pure and passionate love of Karenina and Vronsky, which became Anna’s salvation from her boring tyrant husband and her own death.
But for the author himself, this is, first of all, a family novel, a novel about love, which, having united two halves, grows into something more: a family, children. This, according to Tolstoy, is the main purpose of a woman. Because there is nothing more important, and most importantly, more difficult than raising a child and maintaining a real strong family. This idea in the novel is personified by the union of Levin and Kitty. This family, which Tolstoy largely copied from his union with Sofia Andreevna, becomes a reflection of the ideal union of a man and a woman.
The Karenins are an “unhappy family,” and Tolstoy dedicated his book to analyzing the reasons for this misfortune. However, the author does not indulge in moralizing, accusing sinful Anna of destroying a decent family. Leo Tolstoy, “an expert on human souls,” creates a complex work where there is no right and wrong. There is a society that influences the heroes, there are heroes who choose their path, and there are feelings that the heroes do not always understand, but to which they give themselves fully.
I'll wrap it up here literary analysis, for much has already been written about this and better. I’ll just express my thought: be sure to re-read the texts from school curriculum. And not only from school.
Reshad Nuri Gyuntekin “King - a songbird” (1922)
The question of which works of Turkish literature have become world classics can be perplexing. The novel “The Songbird” deserves such recognition. Reshad Nuri Güntekin wrote this book at the age of 33, it became one of his first novels. These circumstances make us even more surprised by the skill with which the writer depicted the psychology of a young woman, social problems provincial Turkey.
A fragrant and original book captures you from the first lines. These are diary entries of the beautiful Feride, who recalls her life and her love. When this book first came to me (and it was during my puberty), on the tattered cover there was “Chalykushu - a songbird.” Even now it seems to me that this translation of the name is more colorful and sonorous. Chalykushu is the nickname of the restless Feride. As the heroine writes in her diary: “...my real name, Feride, became official and was used very rarely, like a festive outfit. I liked the name Chalykushu, it even helped me out. As soon as someone complained about my tricks, I just shrugged my shoulders, as if saying: “I have nothing to do with it... What do you want from Chalykushu?..”.
Chalykushu lost her parents early. She is sent to be raised by relatives, where she falls in love with her aunt’s son, Kamran. Their relationship is not easy, but the young people are drawn to each other. Suddenly, Feride learns that her chosen one is already in love with someone else. In feelings, the impulsive Chalykushu fluttered out of the family nest towards real life, which greeted her with a hurricane of events...
I remember how, after reading the book, I wrote quotes in my diary, realizing every word. It’s interesting that you change over time, but the book remains the same piercing, touching and naive. But it seems that in our 21st century of independent women, gadgets and social networks A little naivety wouldn't hurt:
“A person lives and is tied by invisible threads to the people who surround him. Separation sets in, the threads stretch and break like violin strings, emitting sad sounds. And every time the threads break at the heart, a person experiences the most acute pain.”
David Herbert Lawrence "Lady Chatterley's Lover" (1928)
Provocative, scandalous, frank. Banned for over thirty years after first publication. The hardened English bourgeoisie did not tolerate descriptions of sex scenes and the “immoral” behavior of the main character. In 1960, a high-profile trial took place, during which the novel “Lady Chatterley's Lover” was rehabilitated and allowed to be published when the author was no longer alive.
Today the novel and its story line hardly seem so provocative to us. Young Constance marries Baronet Chatterley. After their marriage, Clifford Chatterley goes to Flanders, where during the battle he receives multiple wounds. He is permanently paralyzed from the waist down. Connie's married life (as her husband affectionately calls her) has changed, but she continues to love her husband, caring for him. However, Clifford understands that it is difficult for a young girl to spend all nights alone. He allows her to have a lover, the main thing is that the candidate is worthy.
“If a man has no brains, he is a fool; if he has no heart, he is a villain; if he has no bile, he is a rag. If a man is not capable of exploding, like a tightly stretched spring, he has no masculine nature. This is not a man, but a good boy.”
During one of her walks in the forest, Connie meets a new huntsman. It is he who will teach the girl not only the art of love, but also awaken real deep feelings in her.
David Herbert Lawrence is a classic of English literature, the author of no less famous books “Sons and Lovers”, “Women in Love”, “Rainbow”, he also wrote essays, poems, plays, and travel prose. He created three versions of the novel Lady Chatterley's Lover. The last version, which satisfied the author, was published. This novel brought him fame, but Lawrence’s liberalism and the proclamation of human freedom of moral choice, glorified in the novel, could only be appreciated many years later.
Margaret Mitchell "Gone with the Wind" (1936)
Aphorism “When a woman can’t cry, it’s scary”, and the very image of a strong woman belongs to the pen of the American writer Margaret Mitchell, who became famous thanks to her only novel. There is hardly a person who has not heard of the bestseller Gone with the Wind.
"Gone with the Wind" - history civil war between the northern and southern states of America in the 60s, during which cities and destinies collapsed, but something new and beautiful could not help but be born. This is the story of young Scarlett O'Hara coming of age, who is forced to take responsibility for her family, learn to manage her feelings and achieve simple female happiness.
This is that successful novel about love when, in addition to the main and rather superficial theme, it gives something else. The book grows with the reader: open in different time, it will be perceived in a new way every time. One thing remains unchanged in it: the hymn of love, life and humanity. And the unexpected and open ending inspired several writers to create a continuation of the love story, the most famous of which are “Scarlett” by Alexander Ripley or “Rhett Butler’s People” by Donald McCaig.
Boris Pasternak "Doctor Zhivago" (1957)
Pasternak's complex symbolist novel, written in an equally complex and rich language. A number of researchers point to the autobiographical nature of the work, but the events or characters described barely resemble real life author. Nevertheless, this is a kind of “spiritual autobiography”, which Pasternak characterized as follows: “I am now writing a large novel in prose about a man who forms some resultant between Blok and me (and Mayakovsky, and Yesenin, perhaps). He will die in 1929. What will remain from him is a book of poems, which makes up one of the chapters of the second part. The time covered by the novel is 1903-1945.”
The main theme of the novel is reflection on the future of the country and the fate of the generation to which the author belonged. Historical events play an important role for the heroes of the novel; it is the whirlpool of a complex political situation that determines their lives.
Main actors The books are the doctor and poet Yuri Zhivago and Lara Antipova, the hero's beloved. Throughout the novel, their paths accidentally crossed and separated, seemingly forever. What really captivates us in this novel is the inexplicable and immense love, like the sea, that the characters carried through their entire lives.
The culmination of this love story is a few winter days in the snow-covered Varykino estate. It is here that the main explanations of the heroes take place, here Zhivago writes his best poems dedicated to Lara. But even in this abandoned house they cannot hide from the noise of war. Larisa is forced to leave to save the lives of herself and her children. And Zhivago, going crazy from the loss, writes in his notebook:
A man looks from the threshold,
Not recognizing home.
Her departure was like an escape,
There are signs of destruction everywhere.
The rooms are in chaos everywhere.
He measures ruin
Doesn't notice because of tears
And a migraine attack.
There is some noise in my ears in the morning.
Is he in memory or dreaming?
And why is it on his mind
Are you still thinking about the sea?..
Doctor Zhivago is a novel marked Nobel Prize, a novel whose fate, like the fate of the author, turned out to be tragic, a novel that is still alive today, like the memory of Boris Pasternak, is a must read.
John Fowles "The French Lieutenant's Mistress" (1969)
One of Fowles's masterpieces, representing an unsteady interweaving of postmodernism, realism, the Victorian novel, psychology, allusions to Dickens, Hardy and other contemporaries. The novel, which is the central work of English literature of the 20th century, is also considered one of the main books about love.
The outline of the story, like any plot of a love story, looks simple and predictable. But Fowles is a postmodernist, influenced by existentialism and passionate about historical sciences, created a mystical and deep love story from this story.
An aristocrat, a wealthy young man named Charles Smithson, and his chosen one meet Sarah Woodruff on the seashore - once "mistress of a French lieutenant", and now - a maid who avoids people. Sarah looks unsociable, but Charles manages to establish contact with her. During one of the walks, Sarah opens up to the hero, talking about her life.
“Even your own past does not seem like something real to you - you dress it up, try to whitewash it or denigrate it, you edit it, somehow patch it up... In a word, you turn it into fiction and put it away on the shelf - this is your book, your novelized autobiography. We are all running from the real reality. This is the main one distinguishing feature homo sapiens."
A difficult but special relationship is established between the characters, which will develop into a strong and fatal feeling.
The variability of the endings of the novel is not only one of the main techniques of postmodern literature, but also reflects the idea that in love, as in life, anything is possible.
And for fans of Meryl Streep's acting: in 1981, a film of the same name directed by Karel Reisz was released, where the main characters were played by Jeremy Irons and Meryl Streep. The film, which received several film awards, has become a classic. But watch it like any film based on literary work, better after reading the book itself.
Colin McCullough "The Thorn Birds" (1977)
During her life, Colleen McCullough wrote more than ten novels, the historical series “The Lords of Rome,” and a series of detective stories. But she was able to occupy a prominent place in Australian literature thanks to just one novel - The Thorn Birds.
Seven parts of a fascinating story of a large family. Several generations of the Cleary clan move to Australia to settle here and from simple poor farmers become a prominent and successful family. The central characters of this saga are Maggie Cleary and Ralph de Bricassart. Their story, which unites all the chapters of the novel, tells about the eternal struggle of duty and feelings, reason and passion. What will the heroes choose? Or will they have to stand on opposite sides and defend their choice?
Each part of the novel is dedicated to one of the members of the Cleary family and subsequent generations. Over the fifty years during which the novel takes place, not only the surrounding reality changes, but also life ideals. So Maggie’s daughter Fia, whose story opens in the last part of the book, no longer strives to create a family, to continue her kind. So the fate of the Cleary family is in jeopardy.
“The Thorn Birds” is a finely crafted, filigree work about life itself. Colleen McCullough managed to reflect the complex overflows of the human soul, the thirst for love that lives in every woman, the passionate nature and inner strength men. Ideal reading on long winter evenings under a blanket or sultry days on the summer veranda.
“There is a legend about a bird that sings only once in its entire life, but is more beautiful than anyone else in the world. One day she leaves her nest and flies to look for a thorn bush and will not rest until she finds it. Among the thorny branches she begins to sing a song and throws herself against the longest, sharpest thorn. And, rising above the unspeakable torment, he sings so, dying, that both the lark and the nightingale would envy this jubilant song. The only, incomparable song, and it comes at the cost of life. But the whole world stands still, listening, and God himself smiles in heaven. For all the best is bought only at the price of great suffering... At least that’s what the legend says.”
Gabriel Garcia Marquez "Love in the Time of Plague" (1985)
I wonder when the famous expression that love is a disease appeared? However, it is precisely this truth that becomes the impetus for understanding the work of Gabriel García Márquez, which proclaims that “...the symptoms of love and plague are the same”. And the most important idea of this novel is contained in another quote: "If you meet your true love, then she won’t get away from you - not in a week, not in a month, not in a year.”
This happened with the heroes of the novel “Love in the Time of Plague,” the plot of which revolves around a girl named Fermina Daza. In her youth, Florentino Ariza was in love with her, but, considering his love only a temporary hobby, she marries Juvenal Urbino. Urbino's profession is a doctor, and his life's work is the fight against cholera. However, Fermina and Florentino are destined to be together. When Urbino dies, the feelings of old lovers flare up with renewed vigor, colored in more mature and deeper tones.
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