On the western front, I had some test. Composition: What helps a person to survive, not to lose heart in difficult circumstances

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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. Kassil, I would like to refer to fiction and find an argument in it

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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. Carrying his military service, he managed to take care of a small green shoot that sprouted from a thick round elm tree in the ceiling of the dugout: he tied it with ribbons, did not heat the stove again so that the fumes emanating from it would not harm the plant, thought about it all the time, noticed the slightest changes in its development and well-being ... 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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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. Right there, in a dugout, his office was located.
For days he wrote and sealed packages, sealed them with sealing wax warmed over a lamp, sent out some reports, accepted papers, redrawn cards, tapped with one finger on a rusty typewriter, carefully knocking out each letter.
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.
“You see,” he said somewhat apologetically, “I decided not to heat the stove temporarily. And then, you know, the stove burns out, and this, apparently, is reflected in its growth .. She has completely stopped growing.
- Who stopped growing?
- Have you still not paid attention? Tarasnikov shouted, staring at me with indignation. Don't 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. I was making notches here on a log, and I have the dates stamped. You see how quickly it grew at first. Another day I 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, you know, I'm interested in: will he get to the exit? After all, it 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 I myself spoke to him about his twig.
- 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 earth, which from the concussion poured abundantly on us through the log ceiling. Tarasnikov also woke up and lit a light bulb. Everything hooted, trembled and shook around us. Tarasnikov put the light bulb in the middle of the table, leaned back on the bunk, clasping his hands behind his head:
- I think that there is no great danger. Won't hurt her? Of course, a concussion, but there are three rolls above us. If only a direct hit. And I tied it up, you see. As if he had a presentiment ...
I looked at him with interest.
He lay with his head thrown back on his hands behind the back of his head, and looked with tender concern at the green, weak sprout that coiled under the ceiling. He simply forgot, apparently, that a shell can fall on ourselves, explode in a dugout, bury us alive underground. No, he thought only of a pale green twig stretching under the ceiling of our hut. Only for her was he worried.

And often now, when I meet at the front and in the rear discerning, very busy, dryish at first glance, unfriendly people, I remember the quartermaster technician Tarasnikov and his green twig. Let the fire rumble overhead, let the damp dampness of the earth penetrate into the very bones, all the same - if only it would survive, if only it could reach the sun, to the desired exit, a timid, shy green sprout.
And it seems to me that each of us has our own cherished green twig. For her sake, we are ready to endure all the ordeals and hardships of the wartime, because we know for sure: there, behind the exit, which is now hung with a damp raincoat-tent, the sun will certainly meet, warm and give new strength to our branch, which we have grown and saved, which has reached it.

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.