And again, a literary source of domestic production. This time Maxim Gorky. Or rather, his "Song of the Falcon". Let's go through the original source for a short time, talk about the merger of the name and the line from it, as well as the meaning and application of the catch phrase “We sing a song to the madness of the brave”. Go…
A source
Gorky's early work is aphoristic, the same "Song of the Falcon" is replete with various symbols and metaphors, the subtext of which is not at all difficult to discern through the prism of the past century. The inspiration of the author's prose and poetry (and this work is a representative of the border genre - a poem in prose) of the late 19th century was caused by the passionate desire for change, which the future Bolshevik leaders burned in those days.
"Song of the Falcon", the analysis of the main characters of which quickly makes it clear the main thing. The reader is pushed to take an active position in life, to begin the struggle for his happiness, to drive the philistine into the neck and generally to search for the meaning of the frailty of his own existence, to quickly discover it and forge iron without leaving the cash register. In fact, the poem is really beautiful and quite unambiguous.
Finally, do not forget that the line from the poem sounds like "We sing glory to the madness of the brave", but the catch phrase walks through the open spaces in the version with the word "song" at the end. Well, the line accidentally stuck together with the title of the work, with phraseological units, and this does not happen.
Meaning
The expression "To the madness of the brave we sing a song" in itself is winged already by virtue of the three- or even four-level subtext embedded in it. Here you can get both real insanity and dissent, which propels progress. If we get lucky.
However, the general meaning is clear. Someone has created something on the verge of rationality, or even beyond it, the result raises certain doubts among others, as is often the case in a conformal society, and this is what a song is howling about this act. Can be used both portable and direct. Nice expression. Both poetry and prose in one bottle are suitable for everyday life, and in a high syllable will not spoil the note.
This photo. Georgia, 08.08.08 After the defeat of the Georgian army, its retreating units regrouped and decided to return to Gori, but stumbled upon a Russian checkpoint.
The photo shows how a soldier of the RF Armed Forces with a machine gun at the ready opposes the motorized infantry of the Armed Forces of Georgia. The officers of the convoy threatened the machine gunner to get out of the way and let them pass, to which they heard “Go ...” in response. Then the media who were moving with the convoy tried to talk to the machine gunner. They got the same answer. As a result, the column turned around and moved to where it came from. Foreign journalists later published an article entitled "Three hundred is not necessary, one is enough."
What was this soldier thinking? How did he feel at that moment? Wasn't he scared? Surely it was. Or did he not dream of having children and grandchildren and living a long and happy life?
Do you imagine a NATO soldier standing like this in front of an enemy column?
They value their lives too much. Then what is wrong with us? Why us others?
And why do others consider us insane and unpredictable?
Pictures from other places visited by our soldiers instantly ran before my eyes. Here is the Slatina airport, the famous rush of our paratroopers to Pristina to help our Serb brothers.
200 Russian paratroopers against NATO soldiers. How did they feel, facing the superior forces of the enemy? Not the same as our soldier in Georgia.
Donbass, New Russia. year 2014. Alexander Scriabin was killed by throwing grenades under a tank. Alexander was 54 years old, he worked at the Talovsk mine as a mining installer. The deceased is survived by his wife and two daughters.
The point is not at all fearlessness or disregard for the most precious thing we have - our own life. Then what?
Is there still a people who would love life and everything connected with it so desperately?
We live with an open mind, on a hussar scale. We invite gypsies and bears to the wedding. It is we who are able to arrange a holiday with the last money, generously feed all the guests, and in the morning wake up penniless. We know how to live as if every day in our life is the last. And there won't be any tomorrow. There is only now. And only we could put together a song with such words as ".... there is only a moment, between the past and the future. It is he who is called life ...."
All our poems and songs are literally permeated through and through with love for life, but only we know how to listen to them and weep bitterly.
Only our people have sayings: "To love is like a queen, to steal is like a million", "He who does not take risks does not drink champagne." This is from the desire to drink this life to the bottom, to experience everything that can be done in it.
Then why are we, standing and looking into the eyes of the enemy, are able to part with this life so easily?
This is inherent in our RUSSIAN WORLD, in our genetic code and originates from those very times about which no one knows anything and of course does not remember at all times.
Someone will say that the soldier in the photo does not in any way belong to the Russian nationality. But who can say that he is not ours? That he is not His own? It has long been known to everyone that Russian is not just Russian by nationality. This is a state of mind. This is a person's belonging to the RUSSIAN WORLD.
Gori and other settlements were captured by Chechens (VOSTOK) and separate special forces groups, in which both Russians and Buryats and Mordvinians serve. In reality, there are no Russians, in principle, in every Russian there is a lot of what is mixed (the result of the conquest of territories). Back in tsarist Russia, Russian units from the Kalmyk and Buryat Cossacks aroused surprise in those who saw their faces . And there were many such parts, as in ancient Rome, conquered peoples were accepted into legionaries with the corresponding rights and privileges that Roman citizens and soldiers had. If for them Russia, the Russian language, the Russian worldview, the citizenship of Russia are not an empty phrase and they are ready to give their lives for this, then they are Russians ... and then they belong to the nationality.
At the time of Minin and Pozharsky, Russia was defended on a par with our soldiers by the army from Kazan.
And this soldier in the photo ... He will not leave ...
He's ours. He's his ...
Changed only chain mail and helmets, spears were replaced by machine guns. We got tanks and learned to fly. But the code remains the same. And it works in us whenever our house is about to be destroyed or taken over. And he also haunts us if the weak are offended.
How it works? Disturbing music begins to sound in us, which only we can hear. This code sounds like a bell ringing in us until the uninvited guests are thrown out of our land.
And this is where the most important thing happens. A warrior awakens in each of us. In everyone, from small to large. And it connects us with an invisible thread.
And others who do not belong to the RUSSIAN WORLD or who betrayed him do not understand this.
When our land is in danger, or somewhere on the ground someone is offended, be it in Angola, Vietnam or Ossetia, our snipers become the most accurate, tankers - fireproof. The pilots turn into aces and remember such incredible things as a corkscrew and a ram. Our scouts work wonders, the sailors become unsinkable, and the infantry resembles the staunch tin soldiers.
And every Russian, without exception, becomes a defender. Even very old people and small children. Remember the grandfather from Novorossiya, who fed the enemy with a jar of honey filled with explosives. This is a true story. And we have such warriors - a whole country!
Therefore, those who are going to attack the Russians and expect to see kneeling Russians with loaves and flowers on Russian soil will have to be very disappointed. They will see a completely different picture. And I don't think they will like it. After all, the most glorious battle at all times for a Russian was a mortal battle. And from the face and look of this soldier you can see that he does not care, he went out to a glorious battle. He went out to mortal combat and he will not leave. He cannot do otherwise. We cannot do otherwise.
And God forbid our enemies come to us, they will have to see our grandfathers, fathers, husbands and brothers. Behind them will be mothers, wives and daughters. And behind them will be the heroes of Afghanistan and Chechnya, soldiers of the Second World War and the First World War, participants in the Battle of Kulikovo and the Battle of the Ice.
Because we are Russians ...
God is with us!
Gods are with us!
I would like to quote S. Alekseev. "Treasures of the Valkyries":
If you know that the Russians sharpen shovels, then you should know that they are vile atheists. Because they swear at God and at Christ.
“Must be, sir, they’re allowed to do that.”
- Who is allowed ?!
- Lord, sir. Who else can allow swearing with such a name and not punish in any way for blasphemy? Only the Lord. He didn’t punish the Russians, did he?
- Because it is pointless to punish stupid dirty pigs!
“You're wrong, sir. God punishes them all the time, but in a completely different way. And this curse, sir, is not a curse at all.
- What else if they dishonor even the Mother of God? - just now Jason was starting to feel a pain in his head.
“Prayer, sir,” Gustav said calmly. - It's hard to imagine, but - prayer. Only they say it not in the temple, and not before going to bed, but in battle. This is the fighting prayer of the Russians. It has very ancient roots. The Slavs thus called on the gods for help in the battle. And when Christianity came to them, the tradition was preserved. And the new Lord allowed the barbarians to pray as before. And today the Russian guys prayed very sincerely, because good luck came to them.
The Lord loves Russians.
- You mean they are also God's chosen people, like the Jews?
- No, sir, God's chosen people on earth are the Jews. That is why they are called - the servants of God. And the barbarians are the grandsons of God. They have family relationships and kindred love. This is quite different, sir, as you can imagine. Who is closer to the Lord, a slave or a grandson? And who is forgiven more? .. Sorry, sir, it is difficult to immediately comprehend and accept, but if you want to understand the essence of things, you should take up Russian history. The barbarians set out in some detail their ancient outlook and absolutely know their place in the universe with absolute certainty. They always thought of themselves as the grandchildren of God, and therefore they still say to the Lord "you", as is customary among relatives.
- Listen, do you know why the Russians came out to fight in striped shirts? Does this also have some kind of symbolic meaning?
“These shirts, sir, are called vests.
- Yes, I heard, I know ... But why didn't they put the body armor down? And took off the helmets? Do they think striped vests protect?
“I don’t think so, sir,” Kalt said. - In these vests, it is probably good to fight in the dark, you can see where yours are and where are strangers.
- But the enemy can see it perfectly!
- They were confident in their abilities. The Russians went out to fight to the death, sir. Therefore, they removed all protection. And our scouts just expected to wave their fists and clubs. Can you see the difference, sir?
- To the death? Why immediately to death? If they were warned by someone, they probably knew that my guys were going to an ordinary scuffle and did not want to kill.
“We're dealing with barbarians, sir,” the doctor sighed. - The Russians had no choice but to go to their death. Otherwise, they would never have won. These guys from Russia have really been eating poorly and don't have enough muscle mass. The barbarians, on the other hand, have an ancient magical rite: when they lack physical strength, they take off all protection, clothes and go into battle half naked, naked, while calling on the gods for help. And when the gods see that their grandchildren are going to die, family support is triggered.
- Let's say you read what is written, but I'm not sure that the Russians themselves read about it.
“You’re right, sir, not likely,” the doctor agreed. “They probably don't need to read. Barbarians know their magical practices from other sources. They have a strange phenomenon - collective thinking in a critical situation. And the genetic memory wakes up. They begin to do unpredictable, illogical things. A person with a normal mind and psyche wants to defend himself with a shell or body armor, to pick up a more perfect weapon; barbarians do the opposite.
“If you want to send the guys to a fight with the Russians in a half-naked form, sir, then leave this venture now,” he advised. - Absolutely nothing will come of it.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, sir. What is allowed to grandchildren is not allowed to slaves.
Probably, they still remember Gorky's stories, in particular "The Song of the Falcon", how did he push the dying Falcon to the edge?
"We sing glory to the madness of the brave!
The madness of the brave is the wisdom of life!
Brave Falcon! You bled out in battle with enemies ...
But there will be time - and the drops of your blood are hot,
like sparks, flare up in the darkness of life
and many brave hearts will light up
insane thirst for freedom, light! "
Exactly 40 species of falcons are combined into one common scientific name -
(Latin) Falco - from the word "falx" - which means "sickle", and is associated with the crescent shape of the wings in flight.
Of course, I cannot tell you about all the species here and show them, but the closest to us in the European climate and our possible satellites will be shown here :)
Most of the texts and wikipedia.
Falcons are among the smartest birds in the world in terms of the ingenuity they display in foraging for a wide variety of foods.
According to archaeologists, falcons are a fairly young bird species, their age is less than 10 million years.
These unusually beautiful birds are divided into 4 main types: kestrels, hobbyists, falcons themselves and a group that includes the gyrfalcon, the Saker falcon, the Mediterranean falcon (Lanner, lat.Falco biarmicus) and Laggar (lat.Falco jugger) Let's look at those who are closest to us falcons!
Falcon Peregrine Falcon - Falco peregrinus
The wingspan is 80-120 cm, the weight of the female is up to 1.5 kg, the males are slightly lighter.
The peregrine falcon is considered the fastest bird in the world, in attack it can reach speeds of over 322 km / h, or 90 m / s.
Peregrine falcons are monogamous, pairs persist for many years or until the end of life, while there is an attachment to a certain nesting territory, which persists in several generations of birds for a long time, for example, on a small island off the coast of Wales, researchers have recorded a rocky ledge on which birds nested consistently since at least 1243!
During the mating season, the male flies to the place of the future nest and calls the female, dances in the sky, feeds her on the fly ...
Now let's see what the peregrine falcon does in the air and why it seems like "the madness of the brave"!
Usually the female lays 3 eggs on average. After 33 - 35 days, chicks appear, which stand on the wing at the age of 35-45 days.
According to the data of scientists, the life span of a falcon in nature is 15 - 17 years. However, a case is known: in 1732 a falcon was caught, on the collar of which was the following inscription: "His Majesty King James of England, 1610". The life span of the royal falcon was 122 years.
The peregrine falcon is listed in the Red Book, as its population is dangerously low.
The peregrine falcon has a distinctive feature - a special pattern near the eyes, reminiscent of black eyeliner. This drawing can be recognized in the ancient Egyptian god-falcon Ra peregrine falcon.
The peregrine falcon not only surpassed everyone in speed, but is also considered the owner of the keenest sight in the world of birds. The lens of a bird of prey is surrounded by a special ring of bone plate, which allows you to quickly focus your vision on objects located at a great distance. Special eye muscles squeeze the ringlet and, accordingly, change the curvature of the lens. This allows the falcon to instantly focus on the game far below. In addition, there are two “yellow spots” in the eye of birds of prey, which are responsible for visual acuity. By the way, a person has only one such spot. The second macula can enlarge the object the bird is looking at, creating the effect of binoculars.
Another falcon is a saker falcon. It was he who was called in the old days the finist. Falco cherrug
The number of Saker Falcon is low everywhere, it is listed in the Red Book, as it is on the verge of extinction. It was estimated in 2005 that there were only 8,500 individuals. They nest on rock ledges, steppe hills, occupying old nests of Buzzard, crow, etc.
The female lays 3-5 red-brown eggs with dark-brown spots and incubates them for a month. The male feeds the female during the incubation period. The Saker Falcon reaches a length of 47-57 cm with a weight of 800 to 1300 grams, a wingspan of 110 to 130 cm. This species does not have a standard plumage color. In different individuals, it changes depending on the individual. There are no differences in the color of the feathers of males and females, and this is a rather rare case. Since ancient times, the Saker Falcon was highly valued as a bird of prey, since it has no equal in the steppe and desert. Each pair looks after several nests for themselves and uses them in turn. Saker Falcons live in nature on average 18-20 years. There are cases when birds reached 28-30 years old. In flight, the Saker Falcon can be distinguished from other birds (for example, from a falcon) by its wider wings and a longer tail.
The voice of the Saker Falcon resembles the sounds of "kyak, kyak-kyak" or trill (during the breeding season) In the wild, these predators can live up to 20 years. However, there are cases when they reached the age of 25-30 years. The Saker Falcon is distinguished by its maneuverable flight and can hunt both in the open field and among dense bushes and open woodlands. Saker Falcons are monogamous birds and have a fairly large hunting area, about 20 km. Interestingly, when approaching a target, the predator does not decrease its speed. On the contrary, it is gaining. The presence of a strong skull and elastic joints allows the bird to avoid injuries. In the Arab East, the Saker Falcon is a cult sacred bird.
A miniature, graceful falcon, wingspan of 60-65 cm. The flight is somewhat reminiscent of the flight of swallows - fast and maneuverable, alternating with frequent shallow flapping of wings and sliding. It hunts low above the ground; when diving, it glides in waves in the air with folded wings. Uncommunicative, and outside the nest, usually silent bird. The signal of concern is the accelerating, sharp and abrupt cry “kyak-kyak-kyak”, typical for falcons. In the steppe or moorland it nests right on the ground under the cover of tall grass or bushes.
Clutch contains 3-5 eggs. The male and female feed and care for the chicks together. On average, these little falcons live in the wild for about 10 years.
This bird in England is also called Merlin - after a wizard from ancient legends.
Falcon (lat. Falco vespertinus) Small falcon, proportions and behavior similar to the kestrel, but less wide-winged. Wingspan 65-77 cm, Feeds almost exclusively on large insects - dragonflies, beetles, grasshoppers, etc. They nest in abandoned nests of corvids, sometimes in hollows, niches or holes. Colonies up to 100 pairs. These are migratory birds. The color of the female and the male is sharply different.
The number of the male fawn is rapidly declining. There are 4-6 chicks in the brood. The life span is 12 years.
Another small falcon is the hobby, Falco subbuteo. Common features of this group are predominantly dark gray plumage, black "mustache" and black longitudinal streaks on the chest.
The name "cheglok" comes from the Old Russian word "chegl" in the meaning of "primordial, genuine". It is believed that in this way this bird is ranked among other hunting, noble falcons - peregrine falcon, gyrfalcon and saker falcon, although it differs from them in smaller size. In contrast, small falcons, not used in hunting, were singled out - the kestrel and the red-footed falcon.
Wingspan 69–84 cm, weight 130–340 g. Usually a silent bird, but in case of anxiety, it emits a loud, sharp and abrupt cry “kyak-kyak-kyak” typical for falcons. The flight is fast and maneuverable, frequent flaps of the wings alternate with gliding, the hobbyist does not hover. In clutch there are 2-4 eggs, at the age of 28-34 days fledged chicks are already able to fly. In the wild, the hobbyist lives from 32 to 38 years.
Another falcon is a kestrel. Falco tinnunculus. Wingspan 75 - 76 cm In recent years, the bird is more and more fond of cities and adjacent territories, settling in close proximity to humans. It has the ability to flutter flight (like a hummingbird). It hovers in place at an altitude of 10–20 m and looks out for a suitable hunting object. Noticing its prey, the kestrel dives down and grabs it, slowing it down right next to the ground.
Latin tinnunculus translates as sonorous or ringing, which is associated with the unusually sonorous voice of the kestrel. Studies have shown that females have 11 different sound signals, and males have more than nine.
The kestrel has a lifespan of 9-12 years, with some individuals living more than 24 years, although some sources report only 4 years. In general, I noticed that when it comes to the lifespan of a particular bird species, it turns out that the data diverge.
The visual acuity of the common kestrel is 2.6 times higher than that of a human. A person with this vision could read the entire table for an eye test from a distance of 90 meters. In addition, this bird sees ultraviolet light, and therefore urine marks set aside by rodents (urine glows brightly in ultraviolet light and the fresher it is, the brighter), near which the rodent is almost certainly located.
Gyrfalcon also applies to falcons, but there will be a separate post about it.
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“Uh crawled high into the mountains and lay down there in a damp gorge, curled up in a bundle and looking out to sea. “The sun was shining high in the sky, and the mountains breathed heat into the sky, and the waves below beat against the stone ... “And along the gorge, in the darkness and splashes, the stream rushed towards the sea, thundering with stones ... “Covered in white foam, gray-haired and strong, he cut a mountain and fell into the sea, howling angrily. “Suddenly, into the gorge where Already curled up, the Falcon fell from the sky with a broken chest, blood on his feathers ... “With a short cry, he fell to the ground and beat his chest in impotent rage against a solid stone ... “I got scared, crawled away quickly, but I soon realized that the life of a bird was two or three minutes ... “He crawled closer to the broken bird, and he hissed right into her eyes: “- What, dying? “- Yes, I'm dying! - answered the Falcon, taking a deep breath. - I lived gloriously! .. I know happiness! .. I fought bravely! .. I saw the sky ... You will not see it so close! .. Oh, you poor fellow! “- Well, what is the sky? - empty space ... How can I crawl there? I feel great here ... warm and damp! “So Already answered the free bird and chuckled in my soul at her for these nonsense. “And so I thought:“ Fly or crawl, the end is known: everyone will fall into the ground, everything will be dust ... ” “But the brave Falcon suddenly roused himself, got up a little and led his eyes along the gorge. “Water oozed through the gray stone, and it was stuffy in the dark gorge and smelled of rot. “And the Falcon shouted with anguish and pain, gathering all his strength: “- Oh, if only once to climb into the sky! .. I would press the enemy ... to the wounds of my chest and ... he would choke on my blood! .. Oh, the happiness of battle! .. “And I thought:“ It must be really nice to live in the sky, if he groans like that! .. ” “And he suggested to the free bird: 'And you move to the edge of the gorge and throw yourself down. Perhaps your wings will lift you up and you will live a little more in your element. " “And the Falcon trembled and, shouting proudly, went to the precipice, sliding its claws on the mucus of the stone. “And he came up, spread his wings, sighed with all his chest, flashed his eyes and rolled down. “And he himself, like a stone, sliding over the rocks, he quickly fell, breaking his wings, losing feathers ... “The wave of the stream seized him and, having washed his blood, dressed him in foam, rushed into the sea. “And the waves of the sea beat against the stone with a sad roar ... And the corpse of the bird was not visible in the sea space ...II
“In the gorge, lying, I thought for a long time about the death of the bird, about the passion for the sky. “And then he looked into the distance that always caresses his eyes with the dream of happiness. “- And what did he see, the dead Falcon, in this desert without bottom and edge? Why do people like him, who died, confuse the soul with their love for flying into the sky? What is clear to them there? And I could have learned all this by taking off into the sky even for a little while. “He said and - did. Curled up in a ring, he threw it into the air and gleamed in the sun with a narrow ribbon. “Born to crawl, he cannot fly! .. Forgetting about this, he fell on the stones, but did not kill himself, but laughed ... “- So that's the beauty of flying into the sky! She is in the fall! .. Funny birds! Not knowing the earth, yearning for it, they strive high into the sky and seek life in the sultry desert. It's just empty. There is a lot of light, but there is no food and there is no support for a living body. Why pride? Why reproaches? Then, in order to cover up with it the madness of your desires and hide behind them your unfitness for the cause of life? Funny birds! .. But now their speeches will not deceive me any more! I know everything myself! I saw the sky ... I flew into it, measured it, knew the fall, but did not crash, but only more firmly I believe in myself. Let those who cannot love the earth live by deception. I know the truth. And I will not believe their calls. Creation of the earth - I live by the earth. “And he curled up into a ball on a stone, proud of himself. “The sea shone, everything was in bright light, and the waves beat menacingly against the shore. “In their lion's roar, a song about a proud bird thundered, the rocks trembled from their blows, the sky trembled from a formidable song: “We sing glory to the madness of the brave! “The madness of the brave is the wisdom of life! Brave Falcon! In battle with enemies you bleed ... But there will be time - and drops of your blood, hot, like sparks, will flash in the darkness of life and many brave hearts will kindle with an insane thirst for freedom and light! “Let you die! .. But in the song of the brave and strong in spirit, you will always be a living example, a call to the proud to freedom, to light! "To the madness of the brave we sing a song! .." " ... The opal distance of the sea is silent, the waves splash melodiously on the sand, and I am silent, looking into the distance of the sea. There are more and more silver spots on the water from moonbeams ... Our kettle is quietly boiling. One of the waves playfully rolls onto the shore and, making a defiant noise, crawls towards Rahim's head. - Where are you going? .. Go! - Rahim waves his hand at her, and she obediently rolls back into the sea. I am not in the least funny and not afraid of the trick of Rahim, who inspired the waves. Everything around looks strangely lively, softly, affectionately. The sea is so impressively calm, and you can feel that in its fresh breath on the mountains, which have not yet cooled from the heat of the day, a lot of powerful, restrained force is hidden. On the dark blue sky, with a golden pattern of stars, something solemn is written, enchanting the soul, confusing the mind with the sweet expectation of some kind of revelation. Everything slumbers, but slumbers intensely, and it seems that in the next second everything will start up and sound in a harmonious harmony of inexplicably sweet sounds. These sounds will tell about the secrets of the world, explain their mind, and then extinguish it, like a ghostly light, and carry the soul with them high into the dark blue abyss, from where the quivering patterns of the stars will also sound the wondrous music of revelation towards it ...To the madness of the brave we sing a song - a phrase from the story of M. Gorky "Song of the Falcon"
... “The sea shone, everything was in bright light, and the waves beat menacingly against the shore.
“In their lion's roar, the song of a proud bird thundered,
the rocks trembled from their blows, the sky trembled from a formidable song:
“We sing glory to the madness of the brave!
“The madness of the brave is the wisdom of life!
Brave Falcon! You bled out in battle with enemies ...
But there will be time - and drops of your blood, hot, like sparks, will flash in the darkness of life
and many brave hearts will kindle with an insane thirst for freedom and light!
“Let you die! .. But in the song of the brave and strong in spirit, you will always be a living example,
a proud call for freedom, for light!
„..“»
Another line of the poem has become a catch phrase - born to crawl - cannot fly!
"The modern poet ... sings" the madness of the brave. "But even from a bird's point of view, what is the bravery of the mad Falcon? etc. According to Mr. Gorky's allegory, it turns out that ducks and partridges tyrannize falcons, and so they have to defend their freedom and “thirst for light.” This is very funny. But the public and young people do not notice the comic features of “Song” and applaud it wildly When they hear from the stage. Here, you see, "struggle", and even if it is a struggle, then it does not matter for what purpose and by what means - from one sound "struggle" in some strata it is customary to delight. Our young people who are all on a salary, all of them striving to get on state bread, still love to tickle their nerves with this strange phrase ... once in the tone of its time, in the tone of society, where h read Nietzsche. Struggle ... I remember poor, meek Nadson, who not only never offended a fly, but to whom the very thought of a bloody struggle seemed terrible. In a friendly conversation, he rejected all terrorism, and in his poems the "struggle" is scattered in almost every poem, sometimes several times. And there is no doubt that this "struggle", which sounded differently to the public, was one of the main springs of Nadson's unheard-of success. Something similar is repeated with Mr. Gorky "(newspaper" Novoye Vremya ", 1900, author M.O. Menshikov (1859-1918) - publicist, critic)
"Song of the Falcon"
"Samarskaya Gazeta" yesterday and today
The poem "Song of the Falcon" M. Gorky first published in the "Samarskaya Gazeta" March 5, 1895... He got a job at Samarskaya Gazeta two weeks earlier. I had the task of preparing reviews of nonresident newspapers and, on a weekly basis, presenting a story, an essay, a poem. He worked in Samara for a year, of which he served as editor-in-chief for five months, and published 63 issues of the newspaper. In 1896 he went as a correspondent to Nizhny Novgorod to talk about the events of the All-Russian fair, regularly held there, and returned to Samara only on the day of August 30, 1896 to marry Ekaterina Pavlovna Volzhina, his first wifeThe use of phraseological units in literature
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“My sister is looking for a vein for the fifth day, and he:“ pop ”and“ pop ”! "We sing a song to the madness of the brave." But simply madness - no"(Vladimir Vysotsky" Life without sleep ")
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"Because" we sing a song to the madness of the brave "because it, like nothing else, by the great power of example awakens noble feelings in people, makes hearts beat faster"(Vladimir Sanin "Do not tell the Arctic - goodbye")
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“Feats! We sing a song to the madness of the brave! - Lantsov raised his hands to the ceiling with a cry "(Victor Astafiev "Shepherd and shepherdess. Modern pastoral")
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“We argued a lot about Marina - many felt sorry for her, referred to her madness, and many condemned and asked: why her madness was expressed in cowardice and betrayal, and not vice versa: after all, they say that we sing a song to the madness of the brave!”(Vladimir Soloviev "Three Jews, or Consolation in Tears")
