(1) Grandmother Katerina, a wizened, hunchbacked old woman, could not get ready to leave.
(2) In recent years, she went to spend the winter with her daughter in the city. (3) Age: it is difficult to heat the stove every day and carry water from the well. (4) Through mud and ice. (5) You fall, you hurt yourself. (6) And who will raise?
(7) But it is not easy to part with a farm, with a nest that has been hatched. (8) Yes, and the soul ached about the house. (9) To whom will you leave it?
(10) So I thought: to go, not to go? .. (11) And then they also brought a phone to help - a “mobile”. (12) They explained for a long time about the buttons: which ones to press and which ones not to touch. (13) Usually the daughter of their city called in the morning.
(14) Cheerful music will sing, light will flash in the box.
- (15) Mom, hello! (16) Are you okay? (17) Well done. (18) Any questions? (19) That's good. (20) Kiss. (21) Be-be.
(22) You don’t have time to come to your senses, but the light is already out, the box is silent
(23) And here, that is, in the life of the farm, the old man, there was a lot of things that I wanted to talk about.
- (24) Mom, do you hear me?
- (25) I hear! .. (26) Is that you, daughter? (27) And the voice seems not to be yours. (28) Are you sick? (29) Look, dress warmly. (30) Take care of your health.
- (31) Mom, - a stern voice came from the phone. - (32) Speaks to the point. (33) We explained: the tariff.
- (34) Forgive for Christ's sake, - the old woman came to her senses. (35) After all, she was warned when the phone was brought, then it is expensive and you need to talk in short - about the most important thing.
(36) But what is the main thing in life? (37) Especially in old people.
(38) Another day has passed. (39) And in the morning it froze a little. (40) Trees, bushes and dry grasses stood in light white fluffy hoarfrost. (41) Old Katerina, going out into the courtyard, looking around at this beauty, rejoicing, but you should look down at your feet. (42) Walked, walked, stumbled, fell. Painfully hitting the rhizome of a pear.
(43) The day started awkwardly, but it didn’t go well.
(44) As always in the morning, the mobile phone lit up and sang.
- (45) Hello, my daughter, hello. (46) Only one title that she is alive. (47) Today I hit so hard, she complained. - (48) Not that the leg turned up, or maybe slippery. (48) Where, where. (49) In the yard, she went to open the gate, and there was a pear. (50) I cook compote from it. (51) You love him. (52) Otherwise I would have removed it a long time ago. (53) Near this pear.
- (54) Mom, please be more specific. (55) About myself, not about a pear. (56) Do not forget that this is a mobile phone, a tariff. (57) What hurts? (58) Didn't break anything?
- (59) It seems that it didn’t break, - the old woman understood everything. - (60) I attached a cabbage leaf.
(61) That was the end of the conversation with my daughter. (62) I had to tell the rest myself. (63) And from different thoughts, the old woman even burst into tears, scolding herself: “Why are you crying? ..” (64) But she was crying. (65) And tears seem to make it easier.
(66) And at an odd lunch hour, quite unexpectedly, music began to play and a mobile phone lit up. (67) The old woman was frightened:
- (68) Daughter, daughter, what happened? (69) Who didn't get sick? (70) You are on me, daughter, do not hold a grudge. (71) I know that an expensive phone, big money. (72) But I really almost killed myself.
(73) From afar, through many kilometers, came the voice of the daughter:
- (74) Speak, mother, speak.
- (75) Sorry, my daughter. (76) Do you hear me?..
(77) In a distant city, her daughter heard her and even saw, closing her eyes, her old mother: small, bent, in a white scarf. (78) I saw, but suddenly felt how all this is unsteady and unreliable: telephone communication, vision.
- (79) Speak, mother, - she asked and was afraid of only one thing: this voice and this life would suddenly break off and, perhaps, forever. - (80) Speak, mother, speak.
(According to B. Ekimov*)
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Childhood is a happy time. Thanks to the constant guardianship of the parents, the child feels absolutely protected. When children grow up, the care of the family falls on their shoulders. It is the problem of the relationship between parents and children that B. Ekimov raises in the text proposed for analysis.
The author tells the touching story of grandmother Katerina. Her daughter called her every day, but because of the high prices for mobile communications, their conversation consisted of a couple of sentences: health questions and wishes. An unexpected call from her daughter at an "unscheduled hour" shows how dear her daughter's mother is.
The reader feels the author's indifferent attitude to this problem. B. Ekimov empathizes with grandmother Katerina. He believes that parents should not be neglected.
One cannot but agree with the opinion of the author. We
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In the morning now the cell phone rang. The black box came to life: the light came on in it, cheerful music sang and the voice of the daughter was announced, as if she were nearby:
- Mom, hello! Are you okay? Well done! Questions and wishes? Amazing! Then kiss. Be-be!
The box was rotten, silent. Old Katerina marveled at her, could not get used to it. Such a small thing - a matchbox. No wires. Lies, lies - and suddenly it will play, light up, and the voice of the daughter:
- Mom, hello! Are you okay? Didn't think to go? Look... No questions? Kiss. Be-be!
But to the city where the daughter lives, one and a half hundred miles. And not always easy, especially in bad weather.
But this autumn has been long and warm this year. Near the farm, on the surrounding mounds, the grass turned brown, and the poplar and willow lands near the Don stood green, and in the yards pears and cherries turned green in summer, although it is high time for them to burn out with a ruddy and crimson quiet fire.
The flight has been delayed. A goose was slowly leaving to the south, calling somewhere in the foggy, rainy sky a quiet ong-ong ... ong-ong ... But what can we say about a bird, if grandmother Katerina, withered, humpbacked from age, but still an agile old woman, could not get together in any way departure.
- I throw my mind, I won’t throw it on ... - she complained to a neighbor. - To go, not to go? .. Or maybe it will stay warm like that? Gutara on the radio: the weather has completely broken. Now, after all, fasting has begun, but the magpies have not nailed to the court. Warm-hot. Back and forth ... Christmas and Epiphany. And then it's time to think about seedlings. Why go in vain, breed stockings.
The neighbor only sighed: it was still oh so far before spring, before seedlings.
But old Katerina, rather convincing herself, took out one more argument from her bosom - a mobile phone.
- Mobile! she proudly repeated the words of the city grandson. One word - mobile. He pressed the button, and suddenly - Maria. Another pressed - Kolya. Who do you want to feel sorry for? And why shouldn't we live? she asked. – Why leave? Throw a hut, farm ...
This conversation was not the first. I talked with the children, with a neighbor, but more often with myself. Age is one thing: it is difficult to heat the stove every day and carry water from the well. Through mud and ice. You fall, you break. And who will raise?
The farm, until recently populated, with the death of the collective farm dispersed, dispersed, died out. Only old people and drunks remained. And they don’t carry bread, not to mention the rest. It is hard for an old man to winter. So I decided to go for the winter to my own. But it is not easy to part with a farm, with a nest that has been hatched. What to do with small living creatures: Tuzik, cat and chickens? To shove through people? .. And the soul hurts about the hut. The drunkards will climb in, the last pots will be put down.
Yes, and it does not hurt fun in old age to settle in new corners. Although they are native children, but the walls are alien and a completely different life. Guest, look around. So I thought: to go, not to go? .. And then they also brought a telephone to help - a “mobile”. They explained for a long time about the buttons: which ones to press and which ones not to touch. Usually the daughter from the city called in the morning.
Cheerful music will sing, light will flash in the box. At first, it seemed to old Katerina that there, as if on a small, but television, her daughter's face would appear. Only a voice, distant and brief, announced:
- Mom, hello! Are you okay? Well done. Any questions? That's good. Kiss. Be-be.
You won’t have time to come to your senses, and already the light went out, the box fell silent.
In the early days, old Katerina only marveled at such a miracle. Previously, there was a telephone in the collective farm office on the farm. Everything is familiar there: wires, a large black tube, you can talk for a long time. But that phone sailed along with the collective farm. Now there is "mobile". And then thank God.
- Mother! Do you hear me?! Alive-healthy? Well done. Kiss.
Before you even open your mouth, the box is already extinguished.
“What kind of passion is this…” grumbled the old woman. “Not a phone, waxwing.” He crowed: be, be ... So be it for you. And here…
And here, that is, in the life of the farm, the old man, there was a lot of things that I wanted to talk about.
“Mom, can you hear me?
- I hear, I hear ... Is that you, daughter? And the voice seems not yours, some hoarse. Are you not sick? Look dress warm. And then you are urban - fashionable, tie a downy scarf. And let them look. Health is more expensive. And then I now saw a dream, such a bad one. Why would? It seems that there is a cattle in our yard. Live. Right on the doorstep. She has a horse's tail, horns on her head, and a goat's muzzle. What is this passion? And why would that be?
“Mom,” came a stern voice from the phone. “Speak to the point, not about goat faces. We explained to you: the tariff.
“Forgive me for Christ’s sake,” the old woman came to her senses. Indeed, when the phone was brought, she was warned that it was expensive and that it was necessary to speak briefly, about the most important thing.
But what is the most important thing in life? Especially among old people ... And in fact, such a passion was seen at night: a horse's tail and a terrible goat's muzzle.
So think, what is it for? Probably not good.
Another day passed, followed by another. The old woman's life rolled on as usual: to get up, tidy up, set the chickens free; feed and water your small living creatures and even what to peck. And then he goes to cling case to case. No wonder they say: although the house is small, it does not order to sit.
A spacious farmstead, which once fed a considerable family: a vegetable garden, a potato plant, a levada. Sheds, shelters, chicken coop. Summer kitchen-hut, cellar with exit. Wattle fence, fence. Earth to dig a little while it's warm. And cut firewood, wide with a hand saw in the backyard. Coal has now become expensive, you can’t buy it.
Little by little the day dragged on, overcast and warm. Ong-ong ... ong-ong ... - it was sometimes heard. This goose went south, flock after flock. They flew away to return in the spring. And on the ground, on the farm, it was like a cemetery quiet. Leaving, people did not return here either in spring or summer. And therefore, rare houses and farmsteads seemed to be spreading like crayfish, shunning each other.
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Well, if you don’t want to “live like them”, it’s not a joy for you to have a titmouse in your hands - so let it out and go look for your crane. But you, clutching a fig in your pocket, whine, get angry and, feeling deeply unhappy
Another day has passed. And it got a little cold in the morning. Trees, bushes and dry grasses stood in a light jacket - white fluffy hoarfrost. Old Katerina, going out into the yard, looked around at this beauty, rejoicing, but she should have looked down, under her feet. She walked and walked, stumbled, fell, hitting painfully on a rhizome.
The day started awkwardly, and it went wrong.
As always in the morning, the mobile phone lit up and sang.
- Hello, my daughter, hello. Only one title, that - alive. I'm in such a daze now,” she complained. - Not that the leg played along, but maybe slimy. Where, where ... - she annoyed. - In the courtyard. The gate went to open, from the night. And tama, near the gate, there is a black pear. Do you love her. She is sweet. I cook compote for you from it. Otherwise, I would have eliminated it long ago. By this pear...
- And I'm telling you what. Tama root crawled out of the ground like a snake. And I didn't look. Yes, there is still a stupid-faced cat poking under your feet. This root... Letos asked Volodya how many times: take it away for Christ's sake. He's on the move. Chernomyaska…
Mom, please be more specific. About myself, not about the black meat. Do not forget that this is a mobile phone, a tariff. What hurts? Didn't break anything?
“It doesn’t seem to have broken,” the old woman understood everything. - I'm using a cabbage leaf.
That was the end of the conversation with my daughter. I had to tell the rest to myself: “What hurts, doesn’t hurt ... Everything hurts me, every bone. Such a life behind ... "
And, driving away bitter thoughts, the old woman went about her usual business in the yard and in the house. But I tried to push more under the roof, so as not to fall yet. And then she sat down near the spinning wheel. Fluffy tow, woolen thread, measured rotation of the wheel of an old spinning wheel. And thoughts, like a thread, stretch and stretch. And outside the window - an autumn day, as if twilight. And kinda chilly. It would be necessary to heat, but the firewood is tight. Suddenly and really have to winter.
At one time I turned on the radio, waiting for a word about the weather. But after a short silence, a soft, gentle voice of a young woman came from the loudspeaker:
Are your bones hurting?
So fit and to the place were these sincere words, which answered by itself:
- They hurt, my daughter ...
– Do your arms and legs ache? .. – as if guessing and knowing fate, a kind voice asked.
- I won't save you ... They were young, they didn't smell it. In milkmaids and pigs. And no shoes. And then they got into rubber boots, in winter and summer in them. Here they are boring ...
“Your back hurts…” softly cooed, as if bewitching, a female voice.
- It will hurt, my daughter ... For a century, I dragged chuvals and wahli with straw on my hump. How not to get sick ... Such a life ...
After all, life really turned out to be difficult: war, orphanhood, hard collective farm work.
And then, quite unexpectedly, at an odd lunch hour, music began to play and, upon waking up, a mobile phone lit up. The old woman was frightened:
- Daughter, daughter ... What happened? Who didn't get sick? And I was alarmed: you are not calling by the deadline. You are on me, daughter, do not hold a grudge. I know that expensive phone, big money. But I didn't really get killed. Tama, take this dulinka ... - She came to her senses: - Lord, again I'm talking about this dulinka, forgive me, my daughter ...
From a distance, many kilometers away, came the daughter's voice:
- Speak, mother, speak ...
“Here I am. Now some slime. And then there is this cat ... Yes, this root crawls under your feet, from a pear. We, the old ones, are now getting in the way. I would eliminate this pear for good, but you love it. Steam it and dry it, as it used to be ... Again, I'm not weaving ... Forgive me, my daughter. Can you hear me?..
In a distant city, her daughter heard her and even saw, closing her eyes, her old mother: small, bent, in a white kerchief. I saw it, but suddenly I sensed how unsteady and unreliable it all was: telephone communication, vision.
- Speak, mother ... - she asked and was afraid of only one thing: this voice and this life would suddenly break off and, perhaps, forever. - Speak, mother, speak ...
A story from the book “Ekimov Boris. Return. Stories about Living Life”
- M .: Publishing house "Nike",
2015. - 304 p.: ill. - (Russian spiritual prose).
2016 Option 17
(1) Grandmother Katerina, a wizened, hunchbacked old woman, could not get ready to leave.
(2) In recent years, she went to spend the winter with her daughter in the city. (3) Age: it is difficult to heat the stove every day and carry water from the well. (4) Through mud and ice. (5) You fall, you hurt yourself, (6) And who will pick you up?
(7) But it is not easy to part with a farm, with a hatched nest. (8) Yes, and the soul ached about the house. (9) Who will you leave it to?
(10) So I thought: to go, not to go? (l1) And then they brought the phone to help - "mobile". (12) They explained for a long time about the buttons: which ones to press and which ones not to touch. (13) Usually the daughter from the city called in the morning.
(14) Cheerful music sings, light flashes in the box.
- (15) Mom, hello! (16) Are you okay? (17) Well done. (18) Any questions? (19) That's good. (20) Kiss. (21) Be-be.
(22) You won’t have time to come to your senses, but the light has already gone out, the box is silent.
(23) And here, that is, in the life of the farm, the old man, there was a lot of things that I wanted to talk about.
- (24) Mom, do you hear me?
- (25) I hear! .. (26) Is that you, daughter? (27) And the voice seems not to be yours. (28) Are you sick? (29) Look, dress warmly. (30) 3 Take care of your health.
- (31) Mom, - a stern voice came from the phone. - (32) Speak to the point. (33) We explained: the tariff.
- (34) Forgive Christ for the sake of, - the old woman came to her senses. (35) After all, she was warned when the phone was brought that it was expensive and it was necessary to speak briefly - about the most important thing,
(36) But what is the main thing in life? (37) Especially in old people ...
(38) Another day has passed. (39) And in the morning it froze a little. (40) Trees, bushes and dry grasses stood in light white fluffy hoarfrost. (41) Old Katerina, going out into the courtyard, looked around at this beauty, rejoicing, but she should have looked down at her feet. (42) She walked, walked, stumbled, fell, hitting painfully on the rhizome of a pear ...
(43) The day started awkwardly and did not go well. (44) As always in the morning, the mobile phone lit up and sang.
- (45) 3 hello, my daughter, hello. (46) Only the title that she is alive. (47) Today I hit so hard, she complained. - (48) Not that the leg turned up, or maybe slippery. (49) In the yard, I went to open the gate, and there is a pear ... (50) I cook compote for you from it. (51) You love him. (52) Otherwise I would have removed it a long time ago. (53) Near this pear ... - (54) Mom, please be more specific. (55) About myself, not about a pear. (56) Do not forget that this is a mobile phone, a tariff. (57) What hurts? (58) Didn't break anything? - (59) It seems that she didn’t break it, - the old woman understood everything. - (60) I attached a cabbage leaf.
(61) That was the end of the conversation with my daughter. (62) I had to tell the rest to myself. (63) And from different thoughts, the old woman even cried, scolding herself: “Why are you crying? .. "(64) But wept. (65) And tears seem to make it easier. (66) And at an odd lunch hour, quite unexpectedly, music began to play and a mobile phone lit up. (67) The old woman was frightened.
- (68) Daughter, daughter, what happened? (69) Who didn't get sick? (70) You are on me, daughter, do not hold your heart. (71) I know that an expensive phone, big money. (72) But I really almost killed myself ...
(73) From afar, through many kilometers, the daughter's voice was heard.
- (74) Speak, mother, speak ...
- (75) Sorry, my daughter. (76) Do you hear me?..
(77) In a distant city, her daughter heard her and even saw, closing her eyes, her old mother: small, bent, in a white scarf. (78) I saw, but suddenly felt how all this is unsteady and unreliable: telephone communication, vision.
- (79) Speak, mother, - she asked and was afraid of only one thing: this voice and this life would suddenly break off and, perhaps, forever.
- (80) Speak, mother, speak ... (According to V.P. Ekimov *)
* Boris Petrovich Ekimov (born in 1938) is a Russian prose writer and publicist.
Composition.
What is the most important thing for a person when he becomes old and lonely? Who can he count on at such a sad time in his life? Can grown-up children always help him? These questions are of concern to B. Yekimov, who raises in the text the problem of the attitude of grown-up children to elderly parents.
The protagonist of this artistic text is grandmother Katerina - “a wizened, hunchbacked old woman”. Very briefly, in a few sentences, the author recreates the life situation in which she found herself. Grandmother Katerina is lonely, but not forgotten by her daughter (“she went to spend the winter with her daughter in the city”), while she, of course, does not like to part with her home (“my soul ached about the house”). The fact that her daughter remembers and loves her is evidenced by daily conversations with her on the phone. We hear the voice of an elderly woman not only in conversations with her daughter, but also alone with ourselves, because it is expensive to talk for a long time, and it is impossible to single out the most important thing from your life. That is why “the rest to itself” has to be “proved”. To emphasize the daughter’s indifference, her care and love, the author conveys in detail the content of her “call at lunchtime and at odd hours” after grandmother Katerina fell in the garden: “Speak, mother,” she said and was afraid of only one thing: it would suddenly break off and might to be, and this voice and this life.
The author does not directly express his attitude to the problem, but throughout the course of the narrative, using the dialogue between mother and daughter, internal monologues (bitter thoughts of grandmother Katerina), he convinces us that older people need care, love, communication. And matured children, due to life circumstances, do not always find time for warm words for them, although they care and love their aged parents.
I agree with the author that it is very important both in word and deed to support the people dearest to you, especially when they become helpless, and sometimes remain lonely.
We find confirmation, for example, in A.I. Turgenev’s novel “Fathers and Sons”. The main character, Yevgeny Bazarov, is hard to stay in the home of his elderly parents for a long time. The circle of his interests lies outside their small village. He is a doctor, a scientist, doing science, and he is bored here. And no matter how hard his parents try to surround him with care and love, he is forced to leave them in order to do his job in life. And at the same time, of course, he loves them, which Odintsova says before his death, turning to her with a request to take care of them. He is sure that such people "cannot be found in the daytime with fire."
An example of a touching, caring attitude towards a suddenly aged mother can be found in Leo Tolstoy's novel War and Peace. When Petya Rostov, the youngest son of Countess Rostova, dies in the war of 1812, life loses its meaning for her, and mental pain becomes unbearable. And only Natasha, who did not leave her for days and nights, was able to save her, helped her return to life.
Thus, we understand “how unsteady and unreliable all this is”: the time that remains for us to communicate with those who are dear to us and, due to the natural law of life, will soon leave us. In order to “not cut off the voice and this life”, we must find the opportunity and strength to support people dear to us in word and deed. 485 words.
Khvatova Alexandra.
Unfortunately, quite often people treat their elderly parents without proper attention. But, in general, there is nothing to blame them, since the frantic pace of life of modern man is to blame for everything. We sometimes get hung up on solving important everyday problems and at the same time forget about the main thing - about spiritual dialogue with ourselves and our loved ones. It is on the problem of the relationship between parents and children that the author of the proposed text, B. Ekimov, focuses his attention.
The story of grandmother Katerina and her daughter is very typical for our world, this case is far from isolated. People living at a distance from each other use mobile communications to communicate. But voice contact does not convey the kind warm feelings that an elderly person needs so much. Banal questions, meager topics of conversation oppress the old lonely woman, longing and pain torment her soul. However, she is glad for every minute of conversation with her beloved daughter, she always enters into her position.
The author of the text believes that constant life problems and the bustle of the city, in most cases, prevent completely independent children from finding a moment for a sincere, sincere conversation with their parents. But despite this, the basis of these relationships is still love, gratitude and care.
I fully agree with B. Ekimov that you should be more attentive to your parents, give them your kindness and warmth, because one day this native voice and this life can end forever ...
Immediately, verses of great poets dedicated to the mother pop up in my memory. An example is the famous work of S.A. Yesenin "Letter to mother":
Are you still alive my old lady?
I'm alive too. Hi hello to you!
Let it flow over your hut
That evening unspeakable light
They write to me that you, concealing anxiety
She was very sad about me,
What do you often go to the road
In an old-fashioned ramshackle.
This poem very clearly shows the close spiritual connection between mother and son, their heartfelt closeness.
The theme of the mother was also given great attention by Soviet poets. For example, lines from a poem by E. Yevtushenko undoubtedly touch every reader to the core:
Our mothers are leaving us
They leave quietly, on tiptoe,
And we sleep peacefully, satiated with food,
Not noticing this terrible hour.
So, on this note, I would like to end my essay. Try to surround your parents with care and attention so that this terrible hour does not strike as long as possible.
Grandmother Katerina, a wizened, hunchbacked old woman, could not get ready to leave.
In recent years, she went to spend the winter with her daughter in the city.
Composition
All people are different, and the attitude towards the family, towards the parents of each of us is warm in its own way, to some extent tough, in a special reverent way. In this text, B.P. Ekimov invites us to think about the problem of the relationship between parents and children.
Referring to the topic, the author gives an example from the life of an old woman, whose relationship with her daughter at one point began to be limited to short conversations: “Talk to the point. We explained: the tariff,” Katerina heard from the other side of the wire. B.P. Ekimov describes the lonely life of an elderly woman in need of care, in banal attention - she just wanted to know how her daughter was doing, to talk with her about everything and as much as she wanted, and not to filter her every story. From the rarity of such conversations and from the brevity of each of them, tears appeared in the eyes of the old woman, and no matter how hard she tried to calm herself, she still "wept" - her daughter also wept. The writer draws our attention to the fact that at one moment the daughter came up with the idea that any call to her mother could be the last: she called at an “unscheduled hour”, which scared Katerina, and asked the old woman to speak non-stop, everything that had accumulated over for a long time - I listened and hoped that this conversation, a terribly unsteady and unreliable way of communication, would not be the last.
The author believes that it is sometimes difficult for grown-up children and elderly parents to understand each other, it is difficult to give each other the necessary emotions and provide timely support and express love. However, pure and sincere feelings help to overcome any barriers and erase misunderstanding.
I fully agree with the opinion of B.P. Ekimov, and I also believe that the problems of everyday life often prevent children from finding time for affection and tenderness towards their parents. However, in the relationship between parents and children, the main thing is mutual understanding, mutual support, love, gratitude and sincere care.
In his novel "Fathers and Sons" I.S. Turgenev touched upon the problem of intergenerational relationships. Using the example of Yevgeny Bazarov, a representative of "children", the writer shows that sometimes a feeling of alienation towards parents and all representatives of the older generation can be inspired by a worldview. The writer emphasizes that Eugene loves his parents and has warm feelings for them, but he tries not to show this and sticks out his indifference, which upsets his family. However, the love of parents for their children is eternal - they continue to love their son even after his death and periodically visit his grave.
In the story of N.V. Gogol "Taras Bulba" also raises the problem of the relationship between children and parents. The main character is a tough and wayward father, but despite the rare manifestation of feelings, deep in his soul Taras Bulba loves both sons - his heart is tormented by pain when he learns about Andrey's betrayal, and during the execution of Ostap it overwhelms pride and fatherly love. The mother, from childhood, loved and cherished both sons, and continued to love and support them no matter what. Andrei and Ostap themselves, being completely different in nature, showed their feelings in different ways - however, both of them were united by sincere love and respect for their parents.
Thus, we can conclude that the relationship between children and parents, no matter how difficult they are, should be built on support, love, gratitude, care, tenderness and mutual respect.
