Reflection

Dear readers of this channel, I think not for a reason have appeared here: all of them (or rather, we) are covered by both body and soul completely such magnificent and most noble phenomenon that ever existed. This phenomenon is literature.

Especially Russian literature.

Madly, I love beautiful thoughts, gorgeous words, stories that both your soul and your mind can change, let alone your character... In all of this, there is an unbelievable sense of magic and insignificant superiority (literature is higher, but also lower than millions of times what we can imagine) and also that man is capable of fully embracing such a phenomenon, but also of learning, at the same time, not to lose himself in it.

Literature is something that unites and simultaneously weeds out. With some individual, you will talk and talk and talk and talk and think like a house, you will find, with the help of powerful literature, whether to spend your most precious resource - time - on it; what kind of resourceIf a small man with no sense of meaning and a high degree of intelligibility or thought is not worth such a saying...

Why should I focus on Russian literature? No, I have no contempt for the fruits that are not human, and even I admire those fruits: for example, the works of Aristotle, Socrates and Plato... They are very sweet and fat (if you consider the metaphor that the nagging on the mind is food for thought), and written in the language wonderful and tall, but having in the heart a sincere love for the beautiful and great mother of Russia, having respect for it the deepest I want to show that Russian literature is especially unique and beautiful. She’s different from the thought and the message. We - Russian people - always in the heart had something deep and even great people, such as the best Dostoyevsky Fyodor Mikhailovich or Pushkin Alexander Sergeyevich or Belinsky Vissarion Grigorievich or many other great people, with them brotherhood and soul united, Russian, so beautiful, I guess.