Sometimes in a conversation with the disciples ask: "Describe to me your mother."

Describe it? Mom? It turns out that it is very difficult. It is easier to Natasha Rostov and Anna Karenina. Not all kids know what color the eyes of his mother, what a voice. Portrait often get a very approximate. That is, children look at his mother all his life and, in fact, it can not see. Do not know the most intimate human

I remember how much I gave at the time Fadeyev. And not me alone - a whole generation of postwar teens. The novel "Young Guard" we had a reference book. As much filial affection were the words of Oleg Mishka: "I remember your hands from the moment I became conscious of himself in the world. During the summer, they were always covered with a tan, he did not leave in the winter - it was such a gentle, smooth, only slightly darker on the vein ... "

Reading the book, we seem to see, the heart trembled with love, its unsayable. The writer showed us what the senses and words worthy of the closest people: "In all eternity I remembered how tenderly stroked them, your hands are a little rough, and these warm and cool as they stroked my hair and neck, and chest when I'm in polusoznanii lying in bed. And, whenever I opened my eyes, you were always by my side, and a night light burning in the room, and you looked at me with sunken eyes, as if the darkness itself all the quiet and bright ... "Such is the power of the writer's words, the power of art . As I recall the feeling of complete security and peace, when the mother is with you. But are we always aware of what the price paid for our peace and happiness? What? Self-sacrifice, selflessness! These ancient, almost gone from the colloquial word most accurately characterize maternal love. Self-abandonment, ie, the ability to forget oneself for the sake of a loved one, and there is a first and a true sign of love.

A mother's love is also an absolutely unselfish, absolutely reliable, that is, by its very nature it idelna, can serve as an ideal "model" of any human relationship. In this sense, comparing the mother - no one!

More recently, in the book "Poetry Day" for 1985, I read poetry L. Lavlinskaya:

The wife loses her husband - leaves drop aspen. Bitter widow cries: We must raise the orphans.

A mother will bury her son - the mother of his son Will. Nicknames for this affliction is not found a nation.

There are women who embody the ideal of the mother. Maria Ulyanov - the first one who stands in this series. On her mother's heroism written books, created performances and films. From childhood, we know the story of 3. Resurrection "Heart Mother", in terms of adolescent reading includes "The Story of a Mother" E. Vechtomova, widespread recognition of the tetralogy Shaginyan "Family Ulyanov," which won the Lenin Prize.

Maria Ulyanova realized his "mother's duty" as a sacred duty to the people, revolution, and all his wonderful life in the minds of the people approved the high destiny of mothers.

Examples of maternal courage, persistence, a high sense of responsibility for the fate of the child and give enough life and literature. But, unfortunately, there is something else. Think about it - the war, millions of children orphaned, ended more than forty years ago, but the children's homes are not empty. Their number is not declining and growing!

A house full of babies abandoned children - orphans with living parents! Thank attendants, nurses, caregivers who surround children with care and attention, but we must remember that only one person can warm your baby warm - a mother!

Young women who deprive themselves of careless joy of motherhood and the care of the children prefer to care for clothes, cosmetics and other attributes of the "good life", I would remind one very old story.

Every year in Rome in the second century BC, held the beauty parade. It was attended by the richest women of the city. Participated in these shows and some Cornelia Gracchus. She outshone many of her beauty, luster decorations.

After the death of her husband Cornelius stopped to visit at the shows. But after a few years back was a participant of the contest. It came out in strict attire, without a single ornament. "Cornelia - heard voices - where are your jewels?" - "We'll show you!" - Answered Beauty. And by the hand, led her three children - sons of Tiberius Gracchus and Cornelia and daughter. "These are my jewels."

Everyone knows a person in difficult times, more than ever, need to participate. By the time we have got a girlfriend or a friend for advice, help, and sometimes with sorrow, and we are pushing the urgent business, changing plans, and often does forget about yourself, hurry to listen, to understand and help. The soul responds to the pain of others, empathy leads to action.

Now imagine this situation: all went well, your friend will not face any trouble - and it ... disappears. Well, let's say, rarely calling, even more rarely comes to referring to employment. Or, worse, is next, but you feel that internally it away, lose interest in you, is owned by another, and others. "How is it that - you think - what is this man? I would not could! I would never let myself do not ... "

Alas, let. But not always aware of this Report. Look the part on his attitude to his mother - is not there an analogy?

In the most difficult times a person needs a mother, and it alone.

We love the sister and wife, and father.

But we are in the throes of the mother remember - said Nekrasov.

Yes, this word is not only the first, but very often, and most recently. In agony, suffering man whispered, "Mom," and this word is concentrated for him, it becomes equivalent to the word "life." A man calls his mother and believes that, wherever she was, she hears him compassion, to the rescue.

Very often it's the case. Maternal instinct is so strong that women are almost always "know" about the impending danger to children. Serendipity mother's heart long ago became a legend, and cases of remarkable foresight and anticipation to this day remain a mystery to scientists.

We know, for example, how deep understanding and love relationships were marked by Blok with his mother. But people who knew the family of the poet, were affected by the ability of the mother and son at a distance to feel the anxiety and excitement to each other. A contemporary remembers how one day in April 1921, waiting for Alexander Aleksandrovich at his home, he besedozal with his mother. Suddenly the voice of Alexandra Andreyevna began to fall, she became indifferent to the conversation, and suddenly, facing the door, exclaimed: "Sasha, what's wrong with you?" A few minutes later the front door abruptly slammed the door opened into the room, and entered Alexander, pale and extremely agitated. As it turned out, he was very upset with heavy impressions of the day. His mother passed on confusion.

"If you are a child has not learned to look at his mother's eyes and see them as anxious or calm, peace and confusion - you'll stay for a lifetime moral ignoramus" - a wonderful teacher warned VA Su-homlinsky.

For life memorable words Esenina SA ("Letter to My Mother"):

You alone are my help and comfort. You alone are my ineffable light.

Separated from mother to child is no greater joy than to the letter. And there is nothing weary and sad than waiting for news. What did not change his mind his mother, when the letters do not come or very late. At night - insomnia at night, everything goes wrong, the picture is a more terrible than the other faces in the imagination. "Why are you worried for nothing? - We say at the meeting - that could happen? "We promise that more of this will not happen again. But time passes, and once again we begin with a letter to his mother an apology for the long silence, referring to employment or any circumstances. And then do not write, but "his voice" - is ringing. But can replace the letter a hurried phone call!

Needless to say, the epistolary genre in our age of rapid almost entirely out of fashion. And we're losing a lot of that in their spiritual development. After the letter, among other things allows you to "stop and look," to evaluate their actions, to express their feelings. Letter writer Leonid Andreyev, which we give a good example. And of course, not unique. Please read carefully the precious document - evidence of filial love, togetherness and boundless confidence.

"My dear, my dearest! You all think it's a joke, but I seriously say that I love your letters and what do you - how shall I say? - Very close to me in letters and in spirit, mind and ... And your last letter to one of the best examples of your literature. Once again I, dearest, not kidding at all, and say with the greatest affection for you, my constant friend of half a century. Fifty years old, you know - it's a lot, and we're almost fifty years of faithful friends ... In your eyes I'm from Puss in Boots and uelyaka turned into a Russian writer, after going through alcohol abuse, poverty, suffering, in my eyes you're from a young woman was the "grandmother" is also going through the suffering, poverty and so forth. And whatever happened to us, wherever we swerved fate, high or low - we have never lost with you the closest emotional ties. People have come and gone, and you always stayed with me all the same - a faithful, constant, the only one. I know a good family, where there are good relationships between parents and children, mother and sons, but such a relationship, as we have with you, I have not seen the truth. And, of course, your relationships with other children other than with me, even though you love them just as much. So just for you kids, but I also am your friend and supporter! ...

And I always like a lot of writing to you not because of the responsibility and obligation to perform boring, but because I myself, and interesting, and you need to write is necessary for his own soul. Always I know and feel that no one understands, no one is not interested, no one with such interest and love does not read my writings, like you, and no one will not feel a buffoon, Of course, I am writing to you all: Sometimes I'm afraid you are concerned and upset, in other cases when it comes to philosophy and the very difficult issues, of course, avoid too much profundity. Very often, even lying to you about my health and mood, exposing them to better than they really are - but you know: even when I lie to you, I feel relieved to know that anyway and so you feel and understand ... You have done so much to me in life, as almost any person can do to another ... I repeat, and you remember this: how much would you think of me-nately, I have done for you, I'm not paid one thousandth of you, and remain your debtor. I have bad nerves and brains are easily offended, I'm rude and Crickley, but if I make you, you know that I myself am suffering from this and ashamed, as of great beastliness. I'm just not a good person to fully repay you for all your kindness, and I am aware. "

What everyone needs to read - a letter to Lenin's sister Maria Maria Alexandrovna. It is no exaggeration to say that they will become a real school of sentimental education.

We know of 170 letters Vladimir Ilyich to his mother. But they were so much more. Many had to hurry to burn before the search, the police took away the other as "evidence." Destroyed and those that were written between the lines of special inks, or were sent to the caches - bound books and albums.

We all know how to Lenin belonged to Maria Alexandrovna, in general - that meant a mother in this wonderful family. It seems to me, no book, no film, no-n whose memories can not be so hard to certify, with such specificity show a deep filial affection and spiritual closeness, as it is writing a live voice, sounding-schy them.

What are the opening lines alone - the continued appeal "Mother dearest," - fanned the first children's feelings of affection, not disappeared over the years, not faded, but on the contrary, an increasingly controversial and perceived.

They have been in a long time apart. Maria received a letter from St. Petersburg, Shushenskoye, Pskov, from Germany, England, Switzerland, France, Finland, Poland ... She was not only a friend and like-minded son, but to the best-attended in his work, visited a kind of "liaison" between Lenin and his associates in times of exile in Siberia.

Always a caring and sympathetic, Vladimir Ilyich was particularly attentive to the mother, when they came to disaster. And the troubles in her life was too much. The death of her husband, the execution of his eldest son, the early death of his daughter Olga. The children were arrested, expelled. This sometimes happened under arrest several members of the family, and Maria Alexandrovna 112 had again and again to go to jail, sit for hours in waiting rooms, write, ask, plead. So it was in 1904, when Kiev was arrested Dmitry Ilyich, Anna and Maria Ilyinichna Ilyinichna in the case of the Central Kiev, and party committees.

"Dear mother! It is good that you feel a little calmer, just to be healthy our prisoners, "- Vladimir Ilyich wrote from Geneva, January 20, 1904 and tries to somehow calm and reassure his mother:" In view of the mass arrests of, perhaps, taken for the company ... "

Lenin admired and respected maternal instinct Maria Alexandrovna, her great motherly heart.

All his letters are full of concern for the mother, her health , about the conditions in which she lives.

"... Vladimir Ilyich always wanted to mother lived with him, and he often called her to him - recalls later, Maria Ilyinichna. - But it was difficult to implement, among other things, because the mother is always the case with those of their children who are particularly needed her help ... "

Lenin with enormous employment did everything to make the spiritual connection between them is not endeavoring to mother always felt his care, warmth and support. And the most eloquent testimony to this are his letters to Maria Alexandrovna.

The last time they met in 1910 in Stockholm. Maria came there specifically to see his son.

Maria Ilyinichna recalled: "When we left, Lenin led us to the pier - the boat he could not enter because this steamer belonged to the Russian company and Lenin could they arrest - and I still remember his expression when, He stood there, staring at his mother. How much pain was then in his face! Similarly, he felt that this was his last meeting with his mother. So it actually happened. "

O boundless, unselfish, full of devotion of maternal love written a lot of fine lines. This subject is inexhaustible.

"All the pride of the world from their mothers, without the sun do not bloom the flowers, there is no happiness without love, without love there is no woman, no mother has neither a poet nor a hero!" (Gorky).

"My mother - the most respected, that neither in life, the most dear - the whole is made up of self-pity ..." (VM Shukshin).

"Love for the motherland begins with a love for the mother. A man begins with his relationship to his mother. And all the best in man, it goes from mother "(YY Yakovlev).

"In time, when the lives of their mothers should we say all the good that we can say and do for them all the good that can-do" (AG Aleksin).

These words of his mother sounded like a hymn to life itself.

I. Goncharov, professor at the Leningrad Pedagogical Institute. Herzen, Doctor of Pedagogical Sciences

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