A woman, religion, a road, everyone chooses on their own. Yu. Levitansky and his poems

Recently, there, here we hear lines "Women, religion, everyone chooses the road by themselves ...". Someone agrees with them, some do not, but they leave no one indifferent, and even for a moment, they make you think about your life. Are we on the right road, who are our fellow travelers, and what we believe in when we say the words of prayer ... So who is the author of these lines? We sort things out together.

Poet

He is a poet and our contemporary. The lines from his many poems are all heard. They are about loneliness, about the infinite search for oneself in this vast world, about love and friendship and, of course, about the transience of everything that exists, except hope. If you have not guessed yet, who is talking about, then let me introduce - Yuri Levitan. He is the author of well-known lines: "Everyone chooses a woman, religion, road ...".

Years of experience

Yuri Levitansky went through the whole war. The Great Patriotic War has always been an unhealed wound for him. It could not be otherwise. A person of a deep soul can not see and immediately forget. He misses everything through himself, and much, if not all, remains with him forever. It hurts and aches, but at the same time it cleans and gives the right to feel life is thinner and deeper. Poetic works of Yu. Levitan - a vivid confirmation of this. The poem "Every woman chooses a woman, religion, a road ..." is no exception. Critics were surprised that his poetry works are becoming ever more transparent and weightless from year to year, as if his soul continues to grow young, never bowing before the continuous passage of time. Apparently, I knew something ...

Creation

In the poem "Everyone chooses a woman, religion, each on his own ..." he does not condemn the reader for his chosen way of life and says that "no one claims" no. Yu. Levitansky only suggests once again to step aside and look at ourselves and our lives from the side: to whom we serve - to the "devil or the prophet", what words of love we know, what really hides our appeal to God - faith, humility Or fear, and, finally, what role we play, what we change into - "shield and armor" or take with us a "staff and patches". Nobody knows what is the truth, and why it happens anyway. No one can say for sure what our choice depends on, whether it is correct or false, and whether it exists in the world. The poet does not isolate himself, and recognizes that "I choose too - as I can." But at the same time he warns that ignorance or unwillingness to know does not absolve from responsibility, the punishment will in any case knock on the door, and what it will be - the "final payment measure" - we again choose ourselves.

The poem "Everyone chooses a woman, religion, a road by themselves ..." is, first of all, thinking. It is strict, but not loud. It is fundamental, but understanding and not condemning. It is simple, but wise. However, like the whole work of the poet, like him.