The book is written very much and there is no one in replacement, who would read them all. Books - a history and tastes of each era. Some are hopelessly lost their bait, others - actual and read with interest today. Every writer wanted to write for ages, but got it or not, it turns into the next generation.
I can not say I love any one book. I have a lot of them, they are diverse, some art, and other cognitive. For example, "Glass Bead Game" Hesse opened me a completely different world, filled with a taste for knowledge, joy, selfless work, reverent attitude toward culture. A novel V. Krapivina evoked sadness because I will not go back to childhood, do not dream of unselfish one, because we grew up and began to fall in love, we are entering a phase of adult relationships. And here, the change Krapivin me comes Bulgakov. In the novel "Master and Margarita" I find sarcasm and irony, which he filled with love, which dreams of everyone, and yet - the inexpressible Pushkin note in dialogue Woland and Matthew Levi:
"Why do not you take him in, in the world? - He does not deserve the light, he deserves peace. " This resonates with the words: "In the light of happiness, but there are peace and freedom ..." If you say about cherished names, this Chesterton, mash-ene, Wodehouse. I do not love some specific works of these authors, and the outlook on life that deep moral and joyful philosophy, which increased their worlds.
A good storyteller Tolkien, finishing their "Keepers" tragic truth: "I must die to Hobbitaniya lived."
Chesterton, who knew that true social "as unable to steal diamonds, like the Pyramids of Egypt," but "is a person who believes that your own soot, not yours." Chesterton life, like the plague, who fled the glory and grandeur, but history was the stone that is being initially rejected by the architects, who later became the cornerstone.
Woodhouse, every word given its UK and mortally offended her. He went to the U.S., lived there all his life, refusing to even come to accept the title of knight. But in each of his book - the bright sun of English spring favorite naively-evil characters that fight ... no, not with thieves, and grim, calculating, cold and heartless "adult world." Eternal Kids, Uncle Fred, who adores "waste joy and light."
Yuri Olesha said that the whole history of literature is on the same shelf. This means that the book - not competitors with each other - they are facets of one world. But everyone has a crystal through which refracted the rest. I is Pushkin. All sought by the development of the human soul and mind, mentioned or scheduled it. Pushkin - a comprehensive objectivity and wisdom, but it warmed my heart. This is the sharpest minds and most sublime poetic feeling. Most of all I love the prose of Pushkin, his journalism and his writing. Funny and embarrassing after reading some writers who hide behind verbosity poverty thoughts and feelings poverty.
I'm growing myself and my growing library. Each read my book takes its rightful place in my mind and soul. I honestly can not say which book I particularly loved. Everything is so diverse, interesting and uninteresting that remains to wish yourself long life to learn and explore at least a tiny part of the world.
The book is written very much and there is no one in replacement, who would read them all. Books - a history and tastes of each era. Some are hopelessly lost their bait, others - actual and read with interest today. Every writer wanted to write for ages, but got it or not, it turns into the next generation.
I can not say I love any one book. I have a lot of them, they are diverse, some art, and other cognitive. For example, "Glass Bead Game" Hesse opened me a completely different world, filled with a taste for knowledge, joy, selfless work, reverent attitude toward culture. A novel V. Krapivina evoked sadness because I will not go back to childhood, do not dream of unselfish one, because we grew up and began to fall in love, we are entering a phase of adult relationships. And here, the change Krapivin me comes Bulgakov. In the novel "Master and Margarita" I find sarcasm and irony, which he filled with love, which dreams of everyone, and yet - the inexpressible Pushkin note in dialogue Woland and Matthew Levi:
"Why do not you take him in, in the world? - He does not deserve the light, he deserves peace. " This resonates with the words: "In the light of happiness, but there are peace and freedom ..." If you say about cherished names, this Chesterton, mash-ene, Wodehouse. I do not love some specific works of these authors, and the outlook on life that deep moral and joyful philosophy, which increased their worlds.
A good storyteller Tolkien, finishing their "Keepers" tragic truth: "I must die to Hobbitaniya lived."
Chesterton, who knew that true social "as unable to steal diamonds, like the Pyramids of Egypt," but "is a person who believes that your own soot, not yours." Chesterton life, like the plague, who fled the glory and grandeur, but history was the stone that is being initially rejected by the architects, who later became the cornerstone.
Woodhouse, every word given its UK and mortally offended her. He went to the U.S., lived there all his life, refusing to even come to accept the title of knight. But in each of his book - the bright sun of English spring favorite naively-evil characters that fight ... no, not with thieves, and grim, calculating, cold and heartless "adult world." Eternal Kids, Uncle Fred, who adores "waste joy and light."
Yuri Olesha said that the whole history of literature is on the same shelf. This means that the book - not competitors with each other - they are facets of one world. But everyone has a crystal through which refracted the rest. I is Pushkin. All sought by the development of the human soul and mind, mentioned or scheduled it. Pushkin - a comprehensive objectivity and wisdom, but it warmed my heart. This is the sharpest minds and most sublime poetic feeling. Most of all I love the prose of Pushkin, his journalism and his writing. Funny and embarrassing after reading some writers who hide behind verbosity poverty thoughts and feelings poverty.
I'm growing myself and my growing library. Each read my book takes its rightful place in my mind and soul. I honestly can not say which book I particularly loved. Everything is so diverse, interesting and uninteresting that remains to wish yourself long life to learn and explore at least a tiny part of the world.