Dear friend, don’t you see that everything we see is only a reflection, only shadows from what is invisible with our eyes? Analysis of Solovyov’s poem “Dear Friend” Essays on topics.

Dear friend, don’t you see that everything we see is only a reflection, only shadows from what is invisible with our eyes?

He was a difficult person. From an early age (he was not yet ten) he began to have a special, mystical (or, if you prefer, occult) experience. He began to see some kind of female creature of a cosmic nature. He experienced his meeting with her as a meeting with the Soul of the World. Never again did Vladimir Solovyov believe that the universe is a mechanism, that it is an aggregate of matter. He saw the Soul of the World! The first time was in childhood, in the church of Moscow University. Second

Once he consciously began to look for her, he asked that she appear. And this happened during a business trip abroad, when he visited Western Europe after defending his dissertation. Soloviev lived in London, worked in the famous British Museum, studied ancient texts, ancient mystical teachings (Jacob Boehme and others). And during intense work in the library, he suddenly saw a face, the same female cosmic face that appeared to him in the university church when he was 8 years old.

Vladimir Solovyov decided that in Egypt, in the ancient fatherland of mysteries, great religions, Gnostic theosophy, he would see everything that makes up the Soul

Mira. And then one day in Cairo he leaves the hotel and wanders across the bare rocky desert in a top hat, in his European dress, he wanders at random, falls into the hands of the Bedouins. He himself could not say where he was going. He fell asleep on the cold ground, and when he woke up, shuddering, he suddenly saw (at that moment, which is called the phase state, when a person moves from sleep to wakefulness) another world, completely different. It was as if a veil had been lifted from the surrounding universe. That is why he wrote in one of his poems: “Dear friend, don’t you see that everything we see is only a reflection, only shadows from what is invisible with our eyes.” This was his main inner experience.

Dear friend, don’t you see that everything we see is only a reflection, only shadows From what is invisible with our eyes?

Dear friend, don’t you hear that the crackling noise of life is only a distorted response of triumphant harmonies?

Dear friend, don’t you feel that there is only one thing in the whole world - only that which heart to heart speaks in silent greetings?

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A HUMBLE PROPHECY

God's eye turned towards summer,

On earth the frosts are getting worse and worse...

You are cruelly cold to me,

But I smell, I smell the rose.

I was elevated to prophethood by my enemies,

N A laughter is what gave me my nickname,

But I am a truthful prophet before you,

And the prediction will soon come true.

I prophesy - listen, dryad!

The snow will melt and the cold will pass,

And the earth will rise again, the sun will be glad,

And the forest will wake up, as young as before.

I prophesy, - this is between us, -

Why will you be walking in the garden?

And drink in with your nose and eyes

May night bright joy.

Vladimir Solovyov. Favorites. Poetry Library.
St. Petersburg: Diamant, 1998.,

Dear friend, don’t you see,

That everything we see is

Only a reflection, only shadows

From the invisible with your eyes?

Dear friend, don’t you hear?

That everyday noise is crackling -

Only the response is distorted

Triumphant harmonies?

Dear friend, don’t you hear,

What is one thing in the whole world -

Only what is heart to heart

Says in a silent hello?

1892 Vladimir Solovyov

Joyfully powerful surf...

An unsteady mound of hopes and desires

Washed away by a blue wave.

Blue mountains are approaching all around,

Blue sea in the distance.

The wings of the soul rise above the ground,

But they will not leave the land.

To the shore of hope and to the shore of desire

Splashes like a pearly wave

Thoughts without speech and feelings without names

Joyfully powerful surf.

1886 Vladimir Solovyov

A wingless spirit, filled with earth,

A self-forgotten and forgotten god...

Just one dream - and again, inspired,

You are rushing upward from vain worries.

A vague ray of familiar sparkle,

A barely audible echo of an unearthly song, -

And the old world in unfading radiance

He stands again before a sensitive soul.

Just one dream - and in a difficult awakening

You will wait with agonizing melancholy

Again the reflection of an unearthly vision,

Once again the echo of holy harmony.

June 1883 Vladimir Solovyov

Silver age of Russian poetry.
Moscow: Education, 1993.

(the poem is posted on the website “Russian Poetry.

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Vladimir Solovyov (1853 – 1900) - Russian poet. Russian religious thinker, mystic, poet, publicist, literary critic; Honorary Academician of the Imperial Academy of Sciences in the category of fine literature. He stood at the origins of the Russian “spiritual revival” of the early 20th century. He influenced the religious philosophy of Nikolai Berdyaev, Sergei Bulgakov, Sergei and Evgeniy Trubetskoy, Pavel Florensky, Semyon Frank, as well as the work of symbolist poets - Andrei Bely, Alexander Blok and others.

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The poem “Dear Friend” was written by Vladimir Solovyov in 1895, five years before the beginning of the twentieth century. According to historical information of that time, times were already turbulent and alarming. And suddenly, out of political and economic chaos, information anarchy and other problems, a poem by V. Solovyov arose - like a quiet song, like a bright greeting. Timeless. Unusual. Otradnoe.

Its author was just as amazing and unique. Multifaceted, comprehensively developed - poet, literary critic, translator, educator, true Christian. Both monks and students loved him. He had an impressive, outstanding appearance and a sharp mind. Vladimir Solovyov had a huge influence on a whole galaxy of writers and poets. Alexander Blok called him a “knight-monk.” Having left this world at the age of forty-seven, V. Solovyov left a unique literary and spiritual heritage. One of the pearls of his poetry is the poem “Dear Friend.”

At the beginning of each verse, the author, as if talking with a loved one, warmly and affably writes “dear friend.” Such a simple and genuinely sincere appeal to the reader disposes the soul to an attentive, concentrated perception of what is said next.

The poet does not call for battle, does not condemn, does not point out the shortcomings or imperfections of the world, does not impose his point of view, but slowly reflects along with his reader. This manner creates an amazing atmosphere for cooperation and development of thought.

Dear friend, don’t you see,
That everything we see is
Only a reflection, only shadows
From the invisible with your eyes?

“The visible is temporary, the invisible is eternal.” The poet seems to be talking about the unreality of the visible. Yes, it is. It affects us. Perhaps we are saddened, burdened by what is happening, but... If this is “only a reflection, only shadows,” is it worth worrying about? There is something truly valuable, and it is much more important. Thinking is calming, and asking questions makes you think.

Dear friend, don’t you hear?
That everyday noise is crackling -
Only the response is distorted
Triumphant harmonies?

The main and important thing is hidden from our physical eyes, then maybe it’s worth listening? No, the “crackling noise of everyday life” is also just a “distorted response” of something wonderful, elusive to the ear. This thought is like a pledge - like a promise to reveal the secret of secrets. She hopes to meet with “triumphant harmonies.”

Dear friend, don’t you hear,
What is one thing in the whole world -
Only what is heart to heart
Says in a silent hello?

And so, when both hearing and sight turn out to be deceiving, the author asks “or don’t you hear.” Flair is a person’s ability (sharpened) intuitively, that is, not with his own mind, to understand something. Perhaps, thanks to the sixth sense, one can understand “that one thing in the whole world” is true? Can.

In the last two lines of the poem - question and answer, statement and assumption - are expressed simultaneously: “only what the heart says to the heart in silent greetings.” Why is hello mute? Because a silent greeting is a thought not embodied in words. After all, an expressed thought is a lie. Vladimir Solovyov’s “heart” is the essence of a real person, not distorted by reality, the way the Lord created him.