Lev Abramovich Kassil
Green twig
On the Western Front, I had to sew for some time in the dugout of the technician-quartermaster Tarasnikov. He worked in the operational part of the headquarters of the guards brigade. Right there, in a dugout, his office was located. A three-line lamp illuminated the low frame. It smelled of fresh planks, damp earth and sealing wax. Tarasnikov himself, a short, sickly-looking young man with a funny red mustache and a yellow, stoned mouth, greeted me politely, but not very friendly.
“Set yourself up here,” he said to me, pointing to the trestle bed and immediately bending over his papers again. - Now they will spread a tent for you. I hope my office will not bother you? Well, I hope you won't bother us too much either. Let's agree so. Have a seat for now.
And I began to live in the underground office of Tarasnikov.
He was a very restless, unusually meticulous and picky hard worker. For days he wrote and sealed the packages, sealed them with sealing wax, warmed over the lamp, sent out some reports, accepted papers, redrawn cards, tapped with one finger on a rusty typewriter, carefully knocking out each letter. In the evenings, he was tormented by attacks of fever, he swallowed Akrihin, but categorically refused to go to the hospital:
- What are you, what are you! Where will I go? Yes, here the whole thing will be without me! Everything rests on me. I have to leave for a day - so then you won't unravel here for a year ...
Late at night, returning from the front edge of the defense, falling asleep on my trestle bed, I still saw Tarasnikov's tired and pale face at the table, illuminated by the fire of a lamp, delicately, for my sake, lowered, and wrapped in a tobacco fog. From an earthenware stove, folded in the corner, there was a hot smoke. Tarasnikov's tired eyes were watering, but he continued to write and seal the packages. Then he called a messenger who was waiting behind a raincoat hung at the entrance to our dugout, and I heard the next conversation.
- Who is from the fifth battalion? Tarasnikov asked.
“I’m from the fifth battalion,” the messenger answered.
- Take the package ... Here. Take it in hand. So. See, it says here: "Urgent." Hence, deliver immediately. Give it personally to the commander. Clear? There will be no commander - hand over to the commissioner. There will be no commissar - find it. Do not pass it on to anyone else. It's clear? Repeat.
- Deliver the package urgently, - as in the lesson, the messenger repeated monotonously. - Personally to the commander, if not - to the commissioner, if not - to find.
- Right. What will you carry the package in?
- Yes, usually ... Right here, in my pocket.
- Show your pocket. - And Tarasnikov approached the tall messenger, stood on tiptoe, thrust his hand under the cloak-tent, in the bosom of his greatcoat, and checked if there were any holes in his pocket.
- Okay, okay. Now consider: the package is secret. Therefore, if you get caught by the enemy, what will you do?
What are you, comrade technician-quartermaster, why am I going to get caught!
There is no need to get caught, absolutely true, but I ask you: what will you do if you get caught?
Yes, I'll never get caught ...
- And I ask you, if? Now, listen. If anything, there is some danger, so eat the contents without reading. Break the envelope and throw it away. It's clear? Repeat.
- In case of danger, tear the envelope and throw it, and eat what is in the middle.
- Right. How long will it take to hand over the package?
- Yes, it's about forty minutes and just go.
- More precisely, please.
- Yes, so, comrade technician-quartermaster, I think I will pass no more than fifty minutes.
- More precisely.
- Yes, in an hour I will certainly deliver.
- So. Notice the time. - Tarasnikov clicked a huge conductor's watch. - Now twenty-three fifty. This means that they are obliged to deliver no later than zero fifty minutes. It's clear? You can go now.
And this dialogue was repeated with every messenger, with every messenger. Having finished with all the packages, Tarasnikov packed up. But even in his sleep, he continued to teach the messengers, he was offended by someone, and often at night I was awakened by his loud, dry, abrupt voice:
- How are you? Where are you from? This is not a hairdresser for you, but the office of the headquarters! - he said clearly in a dream.
- Why did they enter without reporting? Sign out and sign in again. It's time to learn order. So. Wait. See the man eating? You can wait, you have a non-urgent package. Give the person something to eat ... Sign ... Departure time ... You can go. You are free…
I shook him, trying to wake him up. He jumped up, looked at me with a meaningless look, and, falling back on his bunk, covered himself with his greatcoat, instantly plunged into his staff dreams. And again he began to speak quickly.
All this was not very pleasant. And I was already thinking how I could move to another dugout. But one evening, when I returned to our shack, thoroughly soaked in the rain, and squatted in front of the stove to heat it, Tarasnikov got up from the table and came up to me.
“Then it turns out like this,” he said somewhat apologetically. - You see, I decided not to heat the stove temporarily. Let's abstain for five days. And then, you know, the stove burns out, and this, apparently, is reflected in its growth ... It has a bad effect on it.
I, not understanding anything, looked at Tarasnikov:
- Whose height? On the growth of the stove?
- What does the stove have to do with it? - Tarasnikov was offended. - I, in my opinion, express myself quite clearly. This very child, he, apparently, acts badly ... She completely stopped growing.
- Who stopped growing?
“But have you still not paid attention?” Tarasnikov shouted, staring at me with indignation. -And what's that? Do not you see? -And he looked with sudden tenderness at the low log ceiling of our dugout.
I got up, raised the lamp, and saw that a thick round elm tree in the ceiling had sprouting green. Pale and delicate, with unsteady leaves, he reached up to the ceiling. In two places it was supported by white ribbons pinned to the ceiling with buttons.
- Do you understand? - spoke Tarasnikov. - I grew up all the time. Such a glorious twig threw out. And then you and I began to drown often, and she, apparently, does not like it. Here I made aarubochki on a log, and I have the dates stamped. You see how quickly it grew at first. On another day, she pulled out two centimeters. I give you my honest noble word! And as we began to smoke here, for three days now I have not seen growth. So she will not decay for long. Let's abstain. And I should smoke less. The stalk is tender, everything affects it. And, you know, I'm interested in: will he get to the exit? A? After all, so, devil, and stretches closer to the air, where the sun, smells from under the ground.
And we went to sleep in an unheated, damp dugout. The next day, in order to ingratiate himself with Tarasnikov, I myself already spoke to him about his twig.
- Well, - I asked, throwing off my wet raincoat, - growing?
Tarasnikov jumped out from behind the table, looked me closely in the eyes, wanting to check if I was laughing at him, but when he saw that I was serious, he raised the lamp with quiet delight, took it a little aside so as not to smoke his twig, and almost whispered to me:
- Imagine, stretched out almost one and a half centimeters. I told you not to drown. This natural phenomenon is simply amazing! ...
At night, the Germans unleashed massive artillery fire on our location. I was awakened by the rumble of nearby explosions, spitting out the earth, which, from the
Lev Abramovich Kassil's text:
(1) On the Western Front, I had to live for some time in the dugout of a technician - intendant Tarasnikov. (2) 0n worked in the operational unit of the headquarters of the guards brigade. (3) Here, in the dugout, his office was located.
(4) For whole days he wrote and sealed packages, sealed them with sealing wax warmed over a lamp, sent out some reports, accepted paper, redrawn cards, tapped with one finger on a rusty typewriter, carefully knocking out each letter.
(5) One evening, when I returned to our hut, thoroughly soaked in the rain, and squatted in front of the stove to heat it, Tarasnikov got up from the table and came up to me.
- (6) I, you see, - he said somewhat guiltily, - decided to temporarily not heat the stove. (7) And then, you know, the stove burns out, and this, apparently, is reflected in its growth. (8) 0 it stopped growing altogether.
- (9) Who stopped growing?
- (10) Have you still not paid attention? - Tarasnikov shouted, staring at me with indignation. - (11) And what is this? (12) Don't you see?
(12) And he looked with sudden tenderness at the low log ceiling of our dugout.
(14) I got up, raised the lamp and saw that a thick round elm tree in the ceiling had sprouted a green sprout. (15) Pale and delicate, with unsteady leaves, he reached up to the ceiling. (16) In two places it was supported by a white ribbon pinned to the ceiling with buttons.
- (17) Do you understand? - spoke Tarasnikov. - (18) Growing all the time. (19) Such a glorious twig threw out. (20) And then we began to drown often, but she, apparently, does not like it. (21) Here I was making notches on a log, and I have the dates stamped. (22) See how quickly it grew at first. (23) Sometimes I pulled out two centimeters. (24) I give you my honest noble word! (25) And as we began to smoke here, for three days now I have not seen growth. (26) So she will not decay for long. (27Let's already abstain. (28) And, you know, I'm interested in: will he get to the exit? (29) After all, it stretches closer to the air, where the sun smells from under the ground.
(30) And we went to sleep in an unheated, damp dugout. (31) The next day, I already started talking to him about his twig.
- (32) Imagine, stretched out almost one and a half centimeters. (33) I told you, there is no need to drown. (34) This is simply an amazing phenomenon of nature! ...
(35) At night, the Germans unleashed massive artillery fire on our location. (36) I was awakened by the rumble of nearby explosions, spitting out earth, which, from the shock, poured abundantly on us through the log ceiling. (37) Tarasnikov also woke up and turned on the light bulb. (38) Everything hooted, trembled and shook around us. (39) Tarasnikoa put the light bulb in the middle of the table, leaned back on the bed, lay it down! hands behind head:
- (40) I think that there is no great danger. (41) Won't hurt her? (42) Of course, concussion, but there are three rolls above us. (43) Unless only a direct hit. (44) And I, you see, tied it up. (45) As if he had a presentiment ...
(46) I looked at him with interest.
(47) He lay with his head thrown back on his hands put behind the back of his head, and with tender care looked at the green weak sprout curling under the ceilings. (48) He simply forgot, apparently, that a shell can fall on you, explode in a dugout, bury us alive underground. (49) No, he only thinks about a pale green twig stretching under the ceiling of our hut. (50) He was only worried about her.
(51) And often now, when I meet at the front and in the rear discerning, very busy, dry and callous at first glance, unfriendly people, I remember the quartermaster technician Tarasnikov and his green twig. (52) Let the fire rumble overhead, let the dank dampness of the earth penetrate into the very bones, all the same - if only he survived, if only he could reach the sun, to the desired exit, a timid, shy green sprout.
(53) And it seems to me that each of us has our own cherished green twig. (54) For her sake, we are ready to endure all the ordeals and hardships of the wartime, because we firmly know: there, behind the exit, which is now hung with a damp cloak-tent, the sun will certainly meet, warm and give new strength to the branch that we have grown and saved, which has reached it.
(According to L. Cassil *)
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In his text, the Russian prose writer L.A. Kassil raises the problem of overcoming difficult periods of life.
To draw the reader's attention to this issue, the author cites as an example the technician-intendant Tarasnikov, who found "... his cherished green twig", which helped him to endure all the hardships of the wartime and overcome fear. Kassil is surprised by the act of Tarasnikov, who was ready to sleep in a damp dugout, if only the "shy green sprout" would survive and reach the sun. The writer reflects on what helps a person overcome difficult moments of life, go forward and believe in himself.
The author is convinced that by observing how, in unsuitable for life circumstances, straining all his strength, a branch grows on a felled tree, a person can overcome internal spiritual weaknesses, feeling the vitality of nature.
Agreeing with L.A. Cassil, I would like to turn to fiction and find an argument in it
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On the Western Front, I had to live for some time in the dugout of the technician-quartermaster Tarasnikov. He worked in the operational part of the headquarters of the guards brigade.
Composition
All people cope with difficulties in life in different ways - someone does it playfully, while someone does it with difficulty. In this text L.A. Kassil invites us to reflect on the problem of overcoming difficult periods in life.
The narrator introduces us to the history of the war years, in which he had to face an unusual way of overcoming difficulties for him. The hero lived in the same dugout with the quartermaster technician, and at one point he drew his attention to a green twig that sprouted in the ceiling. The author draws our attention to the fact that for the sake of "peace of mind" of this twig, Tarasnikov even asked the narrator, despite the terrible cold, not to heat the stove for some time, because "it [the twig] has completely stopped growing." This fact could not fail to amaze the hero, but he was even more surprised that during the artillery fire, which was about to take the lives of both heroes, Tarasnikov worried only about the safety of his sprouted twig. L.A. Kassil emphasizes that this sprout has become a symbol of the struggle for life for the quartermaster technician - if the plant was able to exert all its strength and germinate despite all the circumstances, then how can it be afraid of death? That is why Tarasnikov remained calm until the last moment - the twig reminded him that “there, behind the exit, which was hung today by a damp raincoat-tent, the sun will certainly meet, warm and give new strength ...”.
The author believes that a person is able to overcome internal weaknesses, feeling the vitality of nature, and overcome the feeling of fear and loneliness, watching how, in unfit for life circumstances, a branch grows on a felled tree, straining all vital forces.
I completely agree with the opinion of L.A. Kassilya, and I also believe that sometimes, even in the most difficult circumstances, the presence of a kind of symbol of life, the presence of faith, can help a person, no matter what, to remain calm and hopeful.
In the story of A.S. Pushkin's "The Captain's Daughter" survive the uprising, captivity, death of loved ones, the heroes were helped by pure, strong, sincere love. Pyotr Grinev, driven by the hope of saving his beloved, driven by faith in a happy future, endured any difficulties, went into battle with his own destiny, was not afraid of anything and did not stop at anything. Maria, his beloved, kept her honor, dignity and faith to the last. And even, being held captive by Shvabrin, she loved, believed and waited for Peter - and these feelings did not allow her to surrender and gave the heroine strength. Both Peter and Mary, realizing their own situation, defended each other to the last in court and did not for a moment succumb to the feeling of fear and hopelessness - they were moved by something much stronger than that.
In the novel by F.M. Dostoevsky, one of the main characters, Sofya Marmeladova, was helped by her faith to survive a difficult period in her life. The example of Jesus Christ was a kind of "sprout" of the girl, and therefore, going through all the trials in life, she retained self-control, purity of soul and moral freedom.
Thus, we can conclude that hope, embodied in anything: whether in a sprout, in faith or in love, helps a person to overcome difficult periods in life. A person who has support and support, in whatever it is embodied, is capable of much.
Essay on the text: "On the Western Front, I had to live for some time in the dugout of the technician - intendant Tarasnikov." L.A. Kassil
What helps a person to survive, not to lose heart in difficult circumstances? The prominent Russian prose writer of the 20th century L.A. Kassil makes us think about this.
The text tells about the meeting of the narrator on the roads of the war with one interesting person - the technician-quartermaster of the operational unit of the headquarters of the guards brigade Tarasnikov. While regularly carrying out his military service, he managed to take care of a small green shoot that sprouted from a thick round elm in the ceiling of the dugout: he tied it up with ribbons, did not heat the stove again so that the fumes emanating from it would not harm the plant, all the time he thought about him, noticed in him development and well-being, the slightest changes. Such a tender, reverent attitude to the sprout in the midst of the horrors of war struck the narrator and led to philosophical generalizations.
Thus, Andrei Bolkonsky, one of Leo Tolstoy's favorite heroes, feels absolutely happy after an acutely experienced spiritual crisis, when he discovers the moral truth: "You need to live for others."
I remember the story of Andrei Sokolov, the hero of the story "The Fate of a Man", from whom the war took everything: home, wife, children. To show the depth of the soldier's grief, Sholokhov finds an amazing image - "eyes, as if sprinkled with ashes." However, having adopted the boy Vanya he met on the road, the hero seems to be born again ...
Thus, a loving person is a strong, wise person. And happy in spite of everything.
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- write an essay on the topic of what helps a person to get through difficult moments?
What helps a person overcome internal weaknesses? What is human behavior in extreme conditions? These and other questions are discussed in the text of L. Kassil. But in more detail, in my opinion, the author examines the problem of overcoming difficult periods in life by a person.
To draw the reader's attention to this issue, the author talks about the technician-intendant Tarasnikov, who was seemingly sullen and callous. But then the author managed to get to know him better: he saw how carefully Tarasnikov took care of the elm sprout that came out of the ceiling. Even when the Germans unleashed a massive fire on Tarasnikov's location, the quartermaster did not forget about his twig, he thought about how it would not be harmed. Observing the growth of the branch helped Tarasnikov live, gave him new strength and hope. The problem of overcoming difficult periods in life is relevant in our time, because people often face adversity, and it is difficult for them to find comfort or something that will give them the energy and strength to overcome setbacks. People often encounter this problem during wars, illnesses and other difficult situations.
The author believes that a person can overcome vital weaknesses, feeling the life-giving power of nature, overcome fear and loneliness, watching how, in unfit for life circumstances, a branch grows on a felled tree, straining all vital forces.
To prove this point, I will turn to fiction. So, the hero of A.P. Platonov's story, Yushka, who was sick with consumption, breathed the smell of flowers, looked at the faces of butterflies and beetles, listened to the chirping of grasshoppers and the singing of birds, and this made his soul feel light, and the fragrance of herbs and flowers helped him not to feel your illness. Thus, nature gave Yushka the strength to live on and helped him cope with his illness for a while.
Let me give you another example from Russian literature. The heroine of EI Nosov's story "Living Flame" Olga Petrovna was very homesick for her son Alexei, who died heroically in the war. The narrator, who rented a room from Olga Petrovna, offered to plant poppies for her. The flowers blossomed, but they bloomed for only two days, and then crumbled. And then Olga Petrovna involuntarily compared the life of her son with a poppy bloom: it is just as bright, but short, abruptly breaking off. And this made Olga Petrovna understand that her son lived a really bright, eventful life and did not die in vain. Thus, comparing Alexei's life with a poppy flower gave Olga Petrovna strength and helped to cope with the grief over the death of her son.
Indeed, the life-giving power of nature can help a person overcome difficult periods, find the strength to live on and find comfort.