Сочинение по теме "Reading in my life" студента II курса Зуева Станислава Сергеевича
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A book makes a man the master of the universe.

P.A.Pavlenko

           I am fond of reading. I think that in the modern world a personality must read because many different words met us every day in various places and we must understand what they are meaning. Ability to read is very important for private life.

That is why we begin to study reading from childhood.

          As for me when I was so little my parents read me different fairy-tales and other child’s books every day. It helped me developed my memory and imagination. Besides that after evening reading I slept very good and dreamt about fairy heroes. Later, when I became three years old I began studying the letters. It was very interesting for me because my mother thought of diverse words for every letter. Those words were meaning nice things which I liked. There were animals, birds and things. For example, for the letter “a” will be the word Apple. I liked this fruit and understand this letter. So when I knew the whole alphabet my mother began to teach me to read by syllables. The first book that I read and it was my favorite book in childhood and it was called Aibolit by Korney Chukovskiy. I remember that I had read this book many times.

          Recently I have read an interesting article in one of the most popular magazines. The author decided to think about what would happen with the world if it suddenly lost all iron. The situation, of course, inconceivable, but the author was not confused. The consequences of the disappearance of this element were simply disastrous, and all ended up in a few weeks of human civilization would come to an end.

          And now think about what would happen with us if the books disappeared. At first everything would still remain but it was only the beginning. Then people would have very and very hard as the book is a repository of collective human experience for many thousands of years. A word written on paper is the basis of culture in the aggregate of material, spiritual and moral achievements of the society.

         Of course, it would have been books on electronic media, but today not all books are available in electronic versions, and many are particularly rare and ancient manuscripts simply cannot scan or convert to a digital format. Moreover, it seems to me that nothing in the world can compare with the smell of freshly printed just bought the book.

          In general, the value of the book is not limited to purely utilitarian use. "Gold, silver, pearls, purple robes, marble buildings, paintings and other items can be delivered only arrives the fun, the book can lead us into a true delight: they tell us how to live, they are our best advisers, our closest friends," said the great Italian poet Francesco Petrarca in the 14th century.

         Just learning to talk, people mused over how to fix, build on the skills and knowledge that is accumulated on a daily basis in communicating with the world around them. So there was a letter, and then the book.

          These words often seem to us a poetic exaggeration. We are accustomed to the book and consider it a manifestation of normal daily life. What is wonderful in it? However, think about it. Isn't it a miracle that covered with simple icons page presents us with the innermost thoughts of the best minds of the universe? And isn't it a miracle that the book, like a time machine that takes us into the past and future of the century? And how else to call it that a limited number of letters, joined together in words can cause us joy and pain, anger and hope, and love? The book makes our contemporaries blind Homer, to Voltaire's ironic, compelling intensity in its genius Leo Tolstoy ...

         Until recently, we in Russia would not be considered sufficiently educated person who would never read Pushkin and Dostoevsky, Gogol, Lermontov and Cervantes and Mark Twain and other classics of the world literature. Unfortunately, the cult of book and the cult of the reader are gradually disappearing. Modern technologies lead to the fact that we read less and communicate less with the book. TV, universal computerization fill our life with new possibilities, in the virtual world where we can "live" several lives, without sacrificing anything except the time.

        I'm not against modern technologies. They can greatly facilitate the lives of humanity but they can never replace a book and communication with it.

        For me, the book is an important part of life. This is an opportunity to learn something new, and the world, and yourself, learn to understand other people.

        In addition, books give me (and others) the opportunity to join the achievements of human civilization. After all, literature is something great that was for many centuries and that will never go away and will not be forgotten. It is the experience of our ancestors and contemporaries.

Opening the book you begin a mental conversation with its author and its characters. The living thought throws out of tight paperback, worries, argues and fights.

There lived and worked many talented writers working in different directions and genres at all times in the world. That's why I still cannot definitively determine with the favourite genre in literature. In general I can say that I prefer books in the genre of adventure fantasy and horror. To my shame I admit that I don’t really like classic literature and I prefer to read works written by modern writes. Among my favorite Russian writes are Alexander Pushkin, Anna Akhmatova, Anton Chekhov, Ivan Turgenev. I also read the works of foreign writes with great pleasure. Among my favourite foreign writes I can name Stephen King, Herbert  Wells, Howard  Lovecraft, Iris Murdoch, Moyes Jojo .

I've read several of Iris Murdoch's novels in the past year and loved them. 

At the moment I am reading the novel “The castle on the sand». It is filled with dark humor, captivating characters, and plot twists. It is a story of love, guilt, loyalty,

ambition, magic, and art.

         At the heart of the novel is a love affair.  It begins with a verbal conflict between Mor, a teacher at St. Bride's school, and his wife, Nan, over his future and that of their children.  It is immediately clear that Nan usually wins such arguments because Mor gives in to keep peace.  Mor reflects: "The early years of their marriage had been happy enough.  At that time he and Nan had talked of nothing but themselves.  When this subject failed, however, they had been unable to find another - and one day Mor made the discovery that he was tied for life to a being that could change, who could withdraw herself from him and become independent.  On that day

Mor had renewed his marriage vows."

         When Rain Carter, brought up in France by her artist father, comes to St. Bride's to paint an official portrait of the retired headmaster, Demoyte, Mor finds himself falling in love.  She loves him, too, but his twenty-year marriage and two children are barriers to its consummation.  Neither of them are adept at this sort of situation - she is very young and his weakness lies in his problem with making decisions.  What follows are chance meetings, intercepted letters, and the appearance of a gypsy/vagabond who seems to be a harbinger of doom.
          Rain tells Mor that, as a child, she tried to build sandcastle's on Mediterranean beaches but when she "tried to make a sandcastle the sand would just run away between my fingers.  It was too dry to hold together."  Like the sandcastle, the lives of the characters are swept up in the chaotic tide of events and what once seemed

secure slips away from them.
          The novel ends with Mor's daughter, Felicity, thinking, "Everything was alright now.  It was alright.  It was alright."  But perhaps it wasn't.

Right now it is the time to tell you about my favourite book “The Master and Margarita”, which I have read many times. This book was written by soviet writer Mikhail Bulgakov. The first time I read it four years ago, but then because of my age I didn’t understand very much. At that time this novel seemed to me an interesting fairy- tale with happy end. And after reading it the second time recently, I realized how wrong I was, hadn’t understood the depth and complexity of this novel which touches upon difficult and hard questions. I reread this masterpiece more than once and every time I opened something new in it, what is unknown and incomprehensible for me. For me it is immortal because as said Woland, “Manuscripts don’t burn”. This roman of Mikhail Bulgakov was exactly the book, which has each person, which wants to read again after a while.

I also liked the film shot by the book “The Master and Margarita”, although the book is still better in times. In general it is necessary to say separately about the film adaptation. I have noticed that films based on the books are usually worse that the book itself. There are no limits for imagination in the book. The author can realize any of his ideas if he wishes.  There are a lot of restrictions determined by the level of development of modern technologies.

The thoughts and deeds laid down in the book are not static and not dead. They return to life when the human's hand touches to the binding. The pages begin to rustle and the brain comprehends someone’s strange but not alien life encrypted
by a running variety of typographic lines.

Reading the book we put ourselves in the place of heroes and meditate what I would do in place of hero in particular situation. Having read the book you begin to look at all differently, to open something new and sometimes not expected qualities for yourself.

With the help of books you can find the answers to your questions, pick up the key to solve the problems which seemed unsolved.

Once the Pharaoh Ptolemy the 3rd created the famous Alexandrian library decided to fill it with the works of the well-known Greeks Euripides, Aeschylus, Sophocles. Since he couldn't get these books he wanted to make its copies and that's why he requested from Athens rare manuscripts. The love to books of Egyptian Pharaoh was so great that he gave these manuscripts in the Library of Alexandria and he sent Athens the copies and gold as compensation. Greeks attempts to return back their lost were unsuccessful.

In general I understand the act of that it was impossible for Pharaoh to give up such wealth. I can say that books are the ships with treasure of knowledge which sail on the waves of time and carry their priceless load from generation to generation. Gold, money is nothing compared to those treasures that contain different books.