Masterpieces of Soviet love lyrics: A. Kochetkov and his "Ballad of a smoky train"
Every real poet, however muchhe wrote poems, there are sure to be 2-3 lines, which become his creative business card. According to the phrase "I kindly aroused the feelings of the good I lyre ..." we easily recognize Pushkin, "the lonely white sail is white ..." is associated with Lermontov, "I dedicated the lyre to my people ..." - with Nekrasov, and "everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees ..." "- with Yesenin. When we hear the textbook "do not part with your loved ones," familiar pictures of the old good movie "The Irony of Fate ..." immediately appear before your eyes. And very few people know that they also have their own author - the soulful, subtle lyricist Alexander Kochetkov.
Comparing the two masterpieces ...
If we compare the content of both
And "Ballad about the smoky train", and "Wait for me"sincere, ardent call not to exchange yourself, your soul, its wealth, the heat of your heart for petty intrigues. Really be responsible for "tamed" by us, for those who believed us. "Wait for me, and I'll return all the deaths to spite" - it's the same as "Do not part with your loved ones, sprout in them with all your blood!" Equal, in fact, a thought only expressed by various verbal forms.
What are Simonov's poems about? The fact that if a person is loved and waiting, if an invisible good message goes to him every minute, then such an attitude, like a shield, will protect him from troubles, save life, become the thread of Ariadne and help return to his native hearth. And if we break away from the concrete historical situation, the military realities in which it was written, it becomes clear: the poet talks about the Eternal with us. And the "Ballad of a smoky car" has the same meaning. The image of trees with intergrown roots and intertwined branches dying under the saw; the hero who became a victim of the disaster - all dramatic events and scenes transmitted with cinematic accuracy and accuracy. It seems, death, destruction triumph. But no! Above the terrible, fatal, inexorable Apocalypse, over the Destiny itself, by that conspiracy-prayer, that, as with the hands, raises trouble, the author's voice sounds - the last stanza in the work.
The poem "The Ballad of a Smoky Wagon": andcreation and a bit of mysticism
Do not leave your loved ones, people!