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05.11.2020

I could offend you

It's bitter, but it's not sorrow

You forgive him later.

And if your friendship is strong,

Because of a stupid trifle

You don't let her break in vain.

If you are in a quarrel with your beloved,

And longing for her is hot,

This is also not grief,

Don't rush, don't lash out.

Let not you be the reason

That quarrel and harsh words,

Rise above the quarrel, be a man!

It's still your love!

Anything can happen in life.

And if your love is strong,

Because of a stupid trifle

You must not let her break.

And so as not to reproach after yourself

For hurting someone

Better to be kind in the world

Evil in the world and so enough.

But don't give up on just one thing.

Go to break, to separation,

Just do not forgive meanness

And don't forgive betrayal

No one: neither beloved, nor friend.

Slide 9 (animation)

Presenter 2: These lines belong to the great poet Eduard Asadov. Eduard Asadov was born in 1923 into an intelligent teacher's family, both of his parents were teachers. The year 1941 has come. Inspired by plans and hopes, the young man plans to enter a university after school, but cannot decide what to prefer: literary or theatrical? Life saved Asadov from this choice, making its own

Corrections - a week after the school graduation, the Great Patriotic War began.

Presenter 1: Asadov went through the whole war, participated in the liberation of Crimea. In the battles for the liberation of Sevastopol on the night of May 3-4, 1944, having shown rare courage, Asadov was seriously wounded and lost his sight.

Life seems to have collapsed, extinguished, cut short. But after many sleepless nights, having weighed everything, he set himself an important goal for himself.

Poetry became the meaning of his life. As the poet wrote in his lines, "I will see with my heart."

Slide 10

Presenter 2: Asadov wrote many poems - about peace and war, about animals and nature, about human meanness and nobility, faith and unbelief. But first of all, these were poems about love - Asadov, dictating his lines to other people, was sure that only love can keep a person on the very edge, save and give a new goal in life.

No matter what topics Asadov touches, no matter what he writes about, it is always interesting and bright, it always excites the soul. The poet died at the age of 81.

Presenter 1: Eduard Arkadyevich Asadov is the favorite poet of millions and millions of readers. He is a man of rare destiny, rare courage and exceptional willpower. His whole life is a struggle with all evil. During the war - the fight against fascism. In the post-war years - the fight against meanness, lies, cowardice. Struggle for love, purity of human relations. And his weapon was poetry.

Reader:

Moon ball under a star lampshade

Illuminated the sleeping town.

We walked, laughing, along the gloomy embankment

A guy with a sports figure

And the girl is a fragile stalk.

It can be seen, inflamed from the conversation,

The guy said, by the way,

Like once in a storm for the sake of a dispute

He crossed the bay

How I struggled with the devil's current,

Like a lightning storm.

And she looked with admiration

In bold, hot eyes ...

And then, sighing, she said softly:

- I would have died of fear there.

You know I'm a terrible coward

Wouldn't swim in a thunderstorm!

The boy smiled condescendingly,

Pulled the girl slowly

And he said: - You are simply amazing,

Oh, sparrow soul!

Lifted her chin with a finger

And kissed. The bridge swayed

The wind sang... And for her today

The world was full of music and stars!

So at night along the gloomy embankment

We walked together through the sleeping town

A guy with a sports figure

And the girl is a fragile stalk.

And when, having passed a strip of light,

They entered the shadow of the dormant acacias,

Two broad-shouldered dark silhouettes

Are you playing with feelings? Well, let's play!
I always dreamed of being an actress.
Do you want a rabbit? I'll be bunny!
If you want a kitty, I'll play a kitty!
And I will be soft, fluffy and affectionate,
Caring, gentle and slavishly submissive,
At night, like the last passionate whore,
During the day, a meek nun, almost silent.
And I won't even ask for anything in return.
Well, maybe just a little:
Once a day, put an envelope on my bedside table,
So that I don't get in your way.
And she was doomed to wander through the boutiques,
With aching anguish, your spending bucks,
And gently ask me to replenish the credit card,
When a little bit is not enough for a ring.
Well, are we still playing with feelings?
Do not want? Does that happen?
What a pity, I liked this role,
Where I am and a nun, and a whore, and a hare.

Between the heat and the realm of ice
Crossed one Saturday
He is an ostrich and she is a penguin -
Two birds of different flight.
The ostrich was slender and tall,
Looked haughtily at ostriches
And bury your head in the sand
She was selflessly taught.
She, joyfully shouting,
He was led somewhere into the backwater,
With the delight of children's laughter,
To learn to dive and swim.
And mothers on both sides
They shout to their fathers: “You saw it.
Where will she and he live?
Perhaps in Afro-Antarctica?
But there is no mainland yet,
What would work for both...
... show all text ...

In other people's hearts, you can't fit your head
Their feelings, thoughts are often not acceptable and strange.
Everyone is accustomed to judging others on their own,
Putting your meaning into what is said and what is written,
But there is hope for mutual understanding.

Eduard Asadov's poems about love

I could offend you
It's bitter, but it's not sorrow
You then forgive him.

And if your friendship is strong,
Because of a stupid trifle
You don't let her break in vain.
If you are in a quarrel with your beloved,
And longing for her is hot,
This is also not grief,
Don't rush, don't rush.
Let not you be the reason
That quarrel and harsh words,

It's still your love!
Anything can happen in life
And if your love is strong,
Because of a stupid trifle

And so as not to reproach after yourself

Better to be kind in the world
Evil in the world and so enough.
But just don't back down
Go to break, to separation,
Just do not forgive meanness
And don't forgive betrayal
No one: neither beloved, nor friend!

They were students

They were students.
They loved each other.
A room of eight meters - why not a family home ?!
Preparing sometimes for offsets,
Above a book or notepad
They often sat together until late at night.
She got tired easily
And if you suddenly fell asleep,
He washed dishes under the tap and swept the room.
Then, trying not to make noise
And shy of oblique glances,
Secretly, behind a closed door, he washed clothes at night.
But who will deceive the neighbors -
He will probably become a magician.
Buzzed over pot steam
their friendly wasp swarm.
They called her lazy
His sarcastically hostess,
They sighed that the guy was a rag and his wife had
fifth.
Often like this for hours
With crackling voices
Neighbors could gossip, chopping onions and carrots.
And even though they stood for love,
But they hardly understood

They became engineers.
Years passed without quarrels and sadness.
But happiness is a capricious thing, unstable
sometimes like smoke.
After the meeting, on Saturday,
Returning home from work
One day he caught his wife kissing another.
There is no worse pain in the world.
Would be better off dead!
For a minute he stood at the door, weary
look into space.
Didn't listen to explanations
Did not begin to sort out the relationship,
He did not take a ruble or a shirt, but silently stepped
back.
For a week the kitchen was buzzing:
“Tell me what Othello!
Well, I kissed you, I was wrong. jumped a little
blood!
But he did not forgive. - "Have you heard?" -
Philistines! They didn't even know
Maybe that's what true love is!

I can wait for you

I can wait for you
Long, long and true, true
And I can't sleep at night
A year, and two, and all my life, probably!
Let the leaves of the calendar
They will fly around like the leaves of a garden,

What do you really need!
I can follow you
Through the thickets and stiles,
On the sands, almost without roads,
Over the mountains, on any path,
Where the devil has never been!
I'll go through everything, without reproaching anyone,
I will overcome any anxiety
Just to know that everything is not in vain,
What then do not betray on the road.
I can give for you
Everything I have and will have.
I can accept for you
The bitterness of the worst fates in the world.
I will consider happiness, giving
The whole world to you every hour.
Just to know that everything is not in vain,
That I love you not in vain!

To love is first and foremost to give.
To love means your feelings, like a river,
Splash with spring generosity
To the joy of a loved one.
To love is only to open your eyes
And immediately think again with the dawn:
Well, what would please, bestow
The one you love with all your heart?
To love is to fight passionately
For loyalty and word, and every look,
To have their hearts to the end
And in sorrow and in joy forever near.
Is love waiting? Well, of course, waiting!
And tenderness awaits and warmth, but only
Does not conduct accounting calculations:
So much given, so much taken.
Love is not a piggy bank in the closet darkness.
The song doesn't tend to close.
To love is to respond with joy
For all the good things on earth!
To love is to see any object,
Feeling a kindred spirit nearby:
Here is the book - has he read it or not?
Pear. And how does he like this pear?
Trifle? From what? Why is it empty?!
Sometimes they even save lives.
Love is a cherry banner of happiness,
And in happiness there is no trifle!
Love is not a continuous firework of passions.
Love is faithful hands in life,
She is not afraid of black days,
No seduction and no separation.
To love means to defend the truth,
Even rebelling against the entire universe.
To love is to be able to forgive in grief
Everything except meanness and betrayal.
To love means as many times as you want
With pride to endure all hardships,
But never, even at the hour of death,
Do not settle for humiliation!
Love is not a cheerful thoughtless bow
And do not reproach that they beat in the ribs.
To love is to have talent
Maybe the biggest and kindest.
And to hell with pathetic reasoning,
All feelings will go away, like water in the sand.
Only hobbies are temporary.
Love, like the sun, always lives!
And I don't care about cynical laughter
The one who cannot measure starry heights.
After all, these poems are mine only for those
Who is able to love and believe with his heart!

Her words and smiles are like birds,
Used to, chirping carelessly,
At meetings, flirt and spin,
Invisibly sit on the shoulders of the guys
And how much, and where, and when you want!
Smartly, but dressed up with a challenge.
And give away caresses, not counting
It's easier for her than, say, folding a newspaper,
Take a cigarette out of your bag
Or sip a cognac cocktail with Tokay.
Morality only angers her: - Souls are scanty!
Cave people! Say funny!
Bring on the sexual revolution
And hypocrisy - to the devil out the window! -
Oh, you are a wonderful miracle, you are a wonderful miracle!
Do you really never understand,
That "sex revolution" is your rowdy
Just after all, there is that “cave age”!
When neither soul nor mind is touched,
In the subcortex and impulses of those people
Only zoology reigned
At the level of cats or walruses.
But humanity has grown
After all, those who dream are always right.
And for the majority, it's not enough
That which is quite like you.
And people learned, warmed by new,
Whatever instinct may leap in the blood,
About that one kiss with love
More expensive than a thousand without love!
And you hurried, in general, in vain
Make noise about "supernova relationship"
Always on earth and for all generations
There were also puddles and seas.
Were everywhere and anytime
And stupid chickens and nightingales,
Cat's passion out and now "free",
But there is at least something of love in it ?!
Who scolded you - I do not know.
And yet I will touch one string:
Do you like it dear
So, fluttering like a penny,
Be like an appetizer sometimes to wine?
Why are you so stupid or cold?
For the evening a toy, a live "surprise",
After all, the demand for you is only while you are young,
And then, believe me, downhill!
Of course, it's ridiculous to blame only you.
But who can force you to do what?
After all, in what to allow or forbid,
The last word is yours though.
Love is not a momentary drunken frenzy.
Oh, if only you could really fall in love!
It's such a great gift
Such beauty and fire fire,
What a vulgar man can't even dream of!
Rush with anger from all filth,
Repeating to myself with faith again and again,
That there is only one, but love
More expensive than a thousand miserable connections!

We are far apart. Now between us
Constellation patterns and whistling winds
Roads with trains running into the distance
Yes, a boring chain of telegraph poles.
As if feeling our separation,
Spreading poplar, sighing hotly,
Stretching to the window, a green hand
He put it on my shoulder in a friendly way.
The soul asks for some news,
We wait, light up with every line.
But they bring news not only in envelopes,
They sometimes pass through the walls to us.
Imagine that you hear the news about
That I was deceived along the way by a scoundrel,
That he extended his hand, as a friend, to an enemy,
And he pushed me in the back from the slope.
The whole body is bruised, the lip is broken.
What to do? False fate!
And let you be offended, anxious,
But you can believe. Is that possible!
And if suddenly the news, like a blizzard haze,
Will break in and say, in deaf words,
That death interrupted the unsung song
And circled my name with a black border.
Cheerful lips closed forever.
Loss, it can not be understood, not measured!
Ridiculous! And yet you can believe
Only rocks are immortal, and I am a man!
But if you hear that spring time
For a new, for a ghostly happiness in pursuit
I have my heart not for you, but for another
Excitedly suddenly held out in the palm of your hand,
Let tears not splash, eyelashes do not tremble,
Trouble will not squeeze the prickly cold!
Do not believe! This cannot happen!
Do you hear? This will never be!

HYMN OF THE "COVELORS"

Words by Eduard Asadov

If your friend is in a verbal dispute
Could hurt you
It's bitter, but it's not sorrow
You then forgive him.
Anything can happen in life
And if our friendship is strong,
Because of a stupid trifle
You must not let her break.

But in one thing do not give in,
Go to break, to separation,
Just do not forgive meanness
And don't forgive betrayal
No one, not a loved one, not a friend.

If you are in a quarrel with your beloved,
And separation from her is hot,
This is also not grief,
Don't rush, don't rush.
Let not you be the reason
That quarrel and harsh words
Rise above the quarrel, be a man
It's still your love.

Anything can happen in life
And if our friendship is strong,
Because of a stupid trifle
You must not let her break.
And so as not to reproach after yourself
For hurting someone
It is better for the good in the world to live,
Evil in the world and so enough.

Songbook "Merry Wind". Methodical instructions for fighters of student groups. Part 1. Tyumen, Tyumen State Oil and Gas University, 2004.

"A peer" is the name of the last (adult, for high school students) shift in Tyumen children's summer camps recreation "Children's Republic" and "Scarlet Sails" of the 1990s. The text of the anthem is a poem by Eduard Asadov "Kindness", the last verse of which is used as a refrain.

ORIGINAL POEM

If your friend is in a verbal dispute
I could offend you
It's bitter, but it's not sorrow
You then forgive him.

If your friend is in a verbal dispute

I could offend you

It's bitter, but it's not sorrow

You forgive him later.

Anything can happen in life.

And if your friendship is strong,

You don't let her break in vain.

If you are in a quarrel with your beloved,

And longing for her is hot,

This is also not grief,

Don't rush, don't lash out.

Let not you be the reason

That quarrel and harsh words,

Rise above the quarrel, be a man!

It's still your love!

And if your love is strong,

Because of a stupid trifle

You must not let her break.

And so as not to reproach after yourself

For hurting someone

Better to be kind in the world

Evil in the world and so enough.

But don't give up on just one thing.

Go to break, to separation,

Just do not forgive meanness

And don't forgive betrayal

No one: neither beloved, nor friend.

Slide 9 (animation)

Corrections - a week after the school graduation, the Great Patriotic War began.

Life seems to have collapsed, extinguished, cut short. But after many sleepless nights, having weighed everything, he set himself an important goal for himself.

Poetry became the meaning of his life. As the poet wrote in his lines, "I will see with my heart."

Slide 10

No matter what topics Asadov touches, no matter what he writes about, it is always interesting and bright, it always excites the soul. The poet died at the age of 81.

Reader:

Moon ball under a star lampshade

Illuminated the sleeping town.

We walked, laughing, along the gloomy embankment

A guy with a sports figure

And the girl is a fragile stalk.

It can be seen, inflamed from the conversation,

The guy said, by the way,

Like once in a storm for the sake of a dispute

He crossed the bay

How I struggled with the devil's current,

Like a lightning storm.

And she looked with admiration

In bold, hot eyes.

And then, sighing, she said softly:

“I would have died of fear there.

You know I'm a terrible coward

Wouldn't swim in a thunderstorm!

The boy smiled condescendingly,

Pulled the girl slowly

And he said: - You are simply amazing,

Oh, sparrow soul!

Lifted her chin with a finger

And kissed. The bridge swayed

The wind sang. And for her today

The world was full of music and stars!

So at night along the gloomy embankment

We walked together through the sleeping town

And the girl is a fragile stalk.

And when, having passed a strip of light,

They entered the shadow of the dormant acacias,

Two broad-shouldered dark silhouettes

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If your friend is in a verbal dispute

Anything can happen in life
And if your friendship is strong,
Because of a stupid trifle
You don't let her break in vain.

If you are in a quarrel with your beloved,
And longing for her is hot,
This is also not grief,
Don't rush, don't rush.

Let not you be the reason
That quarrel and harsh words,
Rise above the quarrel, be a man!
It's still your love!

Anything can happen in life
And if your love is strong,
Because of a stupid trifle
You must not let her break.

And so as not to reproach after yourself
For hurting someone
Better to be kind in the world
Evil in the world and so enough.

But just don't back down
Go to break, to separation,
Just do not forgive meanness
And don't forgive betrayal
No one: neither beloved, nor friend!

If your friend is in a verbal dispute
I could offend you
It's bitter, but it's not sorrow
You then forgive him.

And if your friendship is strong,
Because of a stupid trifle
You don't let her break in vain.

If you are in a quarrel with your beloved,
And longing for her is hot,
This is also not grief,
Don't rush, don't rush.

Let not you be the reason
That quarrel and harsh words,
Rise above the quarrel, be a man!
It's still your love!

Anything can happen in life
And if your love is strong,
Because of a stupid trifle
You must not let her break.

And so as not to reproach after yourself
For hurting someone
Better to be kind in the world
Evil in the world and so enough.

But just don't back down
Go to break, to separation,
Just do not forgive meanness
And don't forgive betrayal
No one: neither beloved, nor friend!

Analysis of the poem "Kindness" by Asadov

Eduard Asadov is a wonderful Russian poet. Gained popularity thanks to poems about the war, parodic and satirical works. His work is valued for unshakable patriotism, wisdom, love, respect. The main feature of poetry is a heightened sense of justice.

A striking example of an appeal to the main values is the poem "Kindness". Asadov wrote it in adulthood. When in the past there was a war, because of which he lost his sight, and an unsuccessful marriage with his first wife. Having gone through difficult trials, the poet managed to preserve in himself kindness and the ability to forgive loved ones, to meet them halfway.

The poem is an instruction for the reader. Its theme is forgiveness. The poet is sure that it is necessary to be able to forgive people's mistakes, to be kind and to think well about their actions. After all, this will help maintain love and friendship. Throughout the work, the author considers different situations between people and gives wise life advice on how to act in each of them. According to his wise reasoning, it becomes clear that this is a person with great life experience.

First, the hero talks about friendship. He says that you can’t stop it because of a stupid act. It is important to be able to take the first step towards reconciliation.

The work is based on a simple truth - you need to be humane to others and appreciate the relationship of people to each other. In life, any situation can happen, as the author writes. Sometimes people cannot explain why they did it this way and not otherwise. At the same time, they sincerely repent and want to fix everything.

At the same time, the lyrical hero warns that betrayal and meanness cannot be forgiven - neither to a friend, nor to a lover. The poet emphasizes their meaning by highlighting the last stanza. Its difference is that it contains five lines, and not four like the others. People who have done such things do not deserve forgiveness. You need to part with them. The author does not explain anything, but only states a fact. This approach allows the reader to think about the problem on their own. The last verse is written on the basis of an experienced betrayal. His first wife left for another man.

The poem "Kindness" was written in 1970, but it will be relevant at all times, because it touches on important topics - relationships between people. Asadov speaks in simple words about what each of us has to face.

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