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

Recently, there, then here it is heardlines "Every woman chooses a woman, religion, a road by herself ...". Someone agrees with them, some do not, but they leave no one indifferent, and even for a minute, they make you think about your life. Are we on the right road, who are actually our fellow travelers, and what do we believe when we say the words of prayer ... So who is the author of these lines? We are sorting out together.

Poet

He is a poet and our contemporary. The lines from his numerous poems are all heard. They are about loneliness, about the endless 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 purifies 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, weightless, as if his soul continues to grow young, never bowing before the continuous passage of time. Evidently, I knew something ...

Creation

In the poem "A Woman, a Religion, a Way Everychooses by himself ... "he does not condemn the reader for his chosen life path and says that" no one claims "is not. Yu. Levitansky only suggests once again to step aside and look at yourself and your life from the side: to whom we serve - "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 disguise ourselves as - in "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 in any case will knock on the door, and what it will be - the "final payment measure" - we again choose ourselves.

A poem "A Woman, a Religion, a Way Everychooses by itself ... "- this is, above 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.