(345 words) What can a Russian person be proud of? At first I began to think about science. We have two Nobel laureates in medicine, and, say, America, more than two hundred. Almost nothing was invented in our homeland. However, you will approach a simple person who lives somewhere on the periphery, ask: “Well, man, it’s bad for you to live in Russia. Why don’t you go to conquer the West? ”, To which the answer will sound:“ So there is no Russian soul. ” So I began to recall our great writers, whom we certainly can be proud of.
Lev Nikolaevich immediately comes to mind, hotly honored all over the world, and read to this day. Knowing his biography, given the breadth of his views, it can be considered that we have not grown to Tolstoy, so he seems so great to us, although he always wrote simply that it’s close to any person. After reading his writings, one cannot help falling in love with one's native land, with Russian people and with love itself. But, for example, Dostoevsky was his opposite in writing style. At Tolstoy, each character is beautiful and amazing, even the most negative. Fedor Mikhailovich has every character passionate, passionate, eccentric, always depressing to one degree or another. These are two giants who are considered outstanding writers around the world.
Then I remembered Zamyatin. His wonderful novel “We” is the first work written in the dystopian genre, created back in 1920, which inspired many foreign science fiction writers. Then Nabokov pops up in my head. A writer who created his Lolita for a long time and anxiously, experiencing serious crises, because he was one of the first forced emigrants. But Brodsky, who was expelled from Russia by Soviet power? The man whose lines we now revel in the evenings, in which there is so much life, pain, love and truth. So, the names of Solzhenitsyn, Pasternak, Chekhov, Gogol, their lives, their lines flashed through my head, and I realized that in our country you can be proud only of people and their great souls.
Now there is one future “Great Russian writer” sitting, writing his poems, making a rough draft of a novel that will turn the world around, and thinking: “How to bring light to people who like to sit in darkness?”. On this note, I realized that there are too many writers and their greatness to fit their thoughts on one short evening.
