На зимних каникулах я с удовольстви

На зимних каникулах я с удовольствием прочла роман Этель Лилиан Войнич "Овод" и просто влюбилась в главного героя Артура - Овода. Его загадочное исчезновение и не менее загадочное возвращение настолько поразили меня, что я не могла расстаться с книгой ни на минуту. Не перестаю удивляться, как же жизненные обстоятельства могут до неузнаваемости изменить жизнь человека и его самого. Не перестаю презирать людей злых, мелочных, алчных, ставящих материальные ценности во главе своего существования, и нищих духом, бедных сердцем, скудных душой, каковыми являются Бертроны. Судьба запутавшегося в сложных жизненных перепитиях Артура их совершенно не волновала, важнее было мнение окружающих и финансовое благополучие. Где их совесть, сердце, человеколюбие, сочувствие?
Когда я ошибочно думала, что Артур действительно утонул, моё сердце разрывалось на части, а мой разум придумывал жестокие пытки для его обидчиков. Суровая же действительность происходящего дальше не просто ужаснула моё воображение, но и больно ранила душу. Мне хотелось оказаться на страницах романа, встать на защиту любимого героя, оказать ему помощь и поддержку, быть ему другом. Но это лишь мои фантазии и разыгравшееся воображение. Я прошла с Артуром его тернистый путь, почти так же, как он, испытывая нестерпимую боль. Иногда мне казалось, что больно не только в душе, но и физически...
Я боялась возвращения Артура - Овода в Ливорно, в места его детства, не менее его самого. Друзья его молодости встретили его, если и уважительно, то уж явно не с открытой душой. Они так и не стали для него очагом, у которого можно согреться душой. Да он и не пустил бы никого в свою истерзанную душу. Ведь больше тела была искалечена душа Овода. Даже Джемма не смогла сразу найти туда путь, хотя и жила по-прежнему в его сердце...
Поражаясь внешней суровости Овода, даже грубости, умиляешься его внутренней нежности и ранимости, какой-то беззащитности. Очень неоднозначен его образ, и неоднородны ощущения в душе после прочтения романа.
Кульминационные сцены: последняя исповедь Овода - Артура перед Монтонелли в камере и его расстрел - я перечитала несколько раз. Страницы моей книги промокли, высохли и снова промокли... Героическая личность стоически командует своим же расстрелом, принимает смерть с ухмылкой на устах. Разве такое возможно? Это реальность или авторский вымысел? Сколько информации для размышления... Именно в этом ценность настоящей литературы. А произведения "прочитал - забыл" нужно сжигать на площади как скверну.
В ближайшее время я хочу посмотреть одноимённый фильм с участием Сергея Бондарчука, Анастасии Вертинской и Андрея Харитонова и снова буду читать роман, сравнивая образы, созданные в картине и в моём воображении...
А учительница по литературе попросила сравнить Овода с Тарасом Бульбой. Здорово!!! Есть над чем поразмыслить...

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During winter holidays I will gladly read novel Ethel Lilian Voynich "Gadfly" and just fell in love with the protagonist Arthur-Gadfly. His mysterious disappearance and equally cryptic return so startled me that I could not part with the book for a minute. Never cease to amaze me, how do life circumstances can drastically change a person's life and his own. Never cease to despise people evil, petty, greedy, putting assets in a chapter of its existence, and the poor in spirit, poor heart, scarce soul, namely Bertrony. The fate of a RAM caught in the difficult life of Arthur perepitiâh them absolutely not worried, more important was the opinion of others and financial well-being. Where their conscience, heart, humanity, compassion?When I mistakenly thought that Arthur really sank, my heart was breaking in pieces, and my mind thinking up brutal torture for its offenders. Stark reality of what is happening further not just terrified my imagination, but also hurt the wounded soul. I wanted to be on the pages of the novel, to stand up for favorite hero, assistance and support, be it another. But this is only my fantasy and razygravšeesâ imagination. I went with Arthur his thorny path, almost as much as he is experiencing unbearable pain. Sometimes it seemed to me that it hurts not only the soul but also physically.I was afraid of the return of Arthur-Gadfly in Livorno, in the places of his childhood, no less than his own. Friends of his youth met him, if respectful, but obviously not with an open mind. They never became a hotbed for it, which you can warm the soul. Yes he did not let anyone in his tortured soul. Because more body was disfigured the soul of Gadfly. Even Gemma could not immediately find there way though and lived still in his heart.External: the severity of the Gadfly, even rude, umilâeš′sâ his inner tenderness and vulnerability, some insecurity. Very ambiguous image, and mixed feelings in his soul after reading the novel.Key scene: poslednyaya ispoved ' Gadfly Arthur before Montonelli and his shooting-I reread multiple times. Page book my soaked, dried and soaked again. The heroic personality stoically endures their own execution, accepts death with a grin on his lips. Is it possible? This is the reality or the author's fiction? How much information to ponder. It is the value of this literature. And works of "read-forgot to burn on the square as impurities.Soon I want to see the eponymous film starring Sergei Bondarchuk, Anastasiya Vertinskoj and Andrey Kharitonov and will read again novel by comparing images created in the picture and in my mind.And literature teacher asked him to compare the Gadfly of Taras Bulba O.n.. Cool! There is something to ponder ...

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In the winter break I am happy to read a novel Ethel Lilian Voynich, "The Gadfly" and fell in love with the protagonist of Arthur - Gadfly. His mysterious disappearance and no less mysterious return so impressed me that I could not bear to part with the book for a moment. I do not stop to wonder how life circumstances can drastically change a person's life and his own. I do not cease to despise the people of evil, petty, greedy, putting wealth at the head of his existence, and the poor in spirit, poor heart, soul scarce, which are the Bertrony. Fate caught in difficult life perepity Arthur did not care about them at all, it was more important to the opinions of others, and financial well-being. Where is their conscience, the heart, humanity, compassion?
When I mistakenly thought that Arthur really drowned, my heart broke into pieces, and my mind came up with brutal torture for his attackers. The stark reality of what is going on is not simply terrified my imagination, but also hurt the wounded soul. I wanted to be on the pages of the novel, to stand up for your favorite hero, to assist him and support, to be his friend. But this is only my fantasy and imagination. I went with Arthur of his thorny path, almost as much as he, experiencing unbearable pain. Sometimes it seemed to me, that hurts not only in the soul, but also physically ...
I was afraid of the return of Arthur - Gadfly in Livorno, in the place of his childhood, not least himself. Friends of his youth met him, and if respect, then it is obvious not with an open mind. They did not become a hotbed for him, which can warm the soul. But he would not let anyone into his tormented soul. After all, the soul of the Gadfly was crippled more body. Even Gemma could not immediately find the way back, although still lived in his heart ...
Amazed external rigors Gadfly even brutality, touches his inner tenderness and vulnerability, some insecurity. Very ambiguous his image, and heterogeneous sensations in my heart after reading the novel.
Climactic scene: last confession Gadfly - Arthur Montonelli front of the camera and shooting - I read several times. Pages of my book got wet, dry and wet again ... Heroic stoic personality commanded by his own execution, accepts death with a smirk on his lips. Is that possible? It is a reality or a fiction author? How much food for thought ... This is the value of this literature. A product of "read - forget" need to burn in an area like filth.
In the near future I want to see the same film with Sergei Bondarchuk, Anastasia Vertinsky and Andrei Kharitonov and again I will read the novel, comparing the images created in the film, and in my mind .. .
a literature teacher asked to compare Gadfly Taras Bulba. Wow !!! There is something to ponder ...

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in the winter vacation, i would like to read the novel ethel lilian voynich "hornet" and just fell in love with the hero arthur овода. his mysterious disappearance and the equally mysterious return that struck me that i couldn't leave the book for a moment. i can't help wondering how life may forever change human life and himself. i can't help to despise people angry, petty, greedy, that material at the head of his existence, and the poor in spirit, poor heart, poor soul, namely бертроны. the fate of confused difficult life перепитиях arthur i don't care about, the more important was the opinion of others, and financial well-being. where is their conscience, heart, humanity, sympathy?when i mistakenly thought that arthur really drown my heart was ripped apart, and my mind thinking of cruel torture for the unjust. the stark reality is far not just ужаснула my imagination, but also hurt hurt soul. i want to be in the pages of the novel, to stand up to your favorite character, to provide assistance and support, to be his friend. but this is only my fantasy and imagination raging. i went to arthur his tortuous way, almost the same as he was in agony. sometimes i think that hurt not only themselves, but also physically.i was afraid of the return of arthur овода in livorno, in place of his childhood, no less than his own. friends of his youth met him, if respect, then it's obviously not an open heart. they were not for him, i had to keep warm the soul. he wouldn't let anyone in his истерзанную soul. 's body was damaged soul овода. even gemma couldn't find there way, although it was still in his heart...поражаясь external durability овода, even rude, умиляешься his inner tenderness and vulnerability, some