Presentation - About mercy. I got in trouble last year
With great difficulty he got up, wandered into the nearest entrance, tried to calm the blood with a handkerchief. Wherever there, I felt that I was in a state of shock, the pain was getting stronger and something had to be done quickly. And I can’t speak - my mouth is broken.
Decided to turn back home.
I was walking down the street, I think not staggering. I remember this path about four hundred meters well. There were many people on the street. A woman and a girl, some couple, an elderly woman, a man, young guys walked towards me, all of them at first looked at me with curiosity, and then averted their eyes, turned away. If only someone on this path came up to me, asked what was the matter with me, if I needed help. I remembered the faces of many people - apparently, with unaccountable attention, a heightened expectation of help ...
The pain confused my consciousness, but I understood that if I lay down on the sidewalk now, they would calmly step over me, bypass me. We have to get home. So no one helped me.
Later I thought about this story. Could people take me for a drunk? It seems to be no, it is unlikely that he made such an impression. But even if they took me for a drunk - they saw that I was covered in blood, something happened - I fell, they hit me - why didn’t they help, didn’t at least ask what was the matter? So, to pass by, not to get involved, not to waste time, effort, it does not concern me” has become a familiar feeling?
Remembering these people with bitterness, at first he was angry, accused, perplexed, then he began to remember himself. Something like that - the desire to move away, to evade, not to get involved - and her? was me. Incriminating himself, he understood how familiar this feeling had become in naked life, how it warmed up, imperceptibly took root.
I'm not going to announce the next complaints of damage to morals. The level of decline in our responsiveness, however, made me think. There are no personal culprits. Who to blame? I looked around and couldn't find any obvious reason.
Pondering, he recalled the time at the front, when in a hungry trench vakhna it was impossible for life to pass him by at the sight of a wounded man. From your part, from the other - it was impossible for someone to turn away, pretend not to notice. They helped, dragged on themselves, bandaged, brought up ... Some people, perhaps, violated this life behind the front, because there were deserters and crossbows. But we are not talking about them, we are now talking about the main clear rules of that time.
I do not know the recipes for the manifestation of mutual understanding that we all need, but I am sure that only from our common understanding of the problem can some concrete solutions emerge. One person - me, for example - can only ring this alarm bell and ask everyone to feel it and think about what to do so that mercy warms our lives. (439 words) (According to D. A. Granin. From the essay “On Mercy”)
Retell the phrase in detail.
Answer HQ, the question: "What do you see as the reasons for the "decline in Our responsiveness"?"
Retell the text concisely.
How would you answer the question asked by D. Granin: "What can be done to warm mercy"
About Mercy Last year, a disaster happened to me. walked along street, slipped and fell ... He fell unsuccessfully, worse and nowhere: he broke his nose, his hand jumped out in his shoulder, hung with a whip. It was about seven o'clock in the evening. In the city center, on Kirovsky Prospekt, not far from the house where I live. With great difficulty he got up, wandered into the nearest entrance, tried to calm the blood with a handkerchief. Wherever there, I felt that I was in a state of shock, the pain was getting stronger and something had to be done quickly. And I can’t speak - my mouth is broken. Decided to turn back home. I was walking down the street, I think not staggering. I remember this path about four hundred meters well. There were many people on the street. A woman and a girl, some couple, an elderly woman, a man, young guys walked towards me, all of them at first looked at me with curiosity, and then averted their eyes, turned away. If only someone on this path came up to me, asked what was the matter with me, if I needed help. I remembered the faces of many people - apparently, with unaccountable attention, heightened expectation of help ... The pain confused my consciousness, but I understood that if I lay down on the sidewalk now, they would calmly step over me, bypass me. We have to get home. So no one helped me. Later I thought about this story. Could people take me for a drunk? It seems to be no, it is unlikely that I made such an impression. But even if they took me for a drunk - they saw that I was covered in blood, something happened - I fell, they hit me - why didn’t they help, didn’t at least ask what was the matter? So, to pass by, not to get involved, not to waste time, effort, “this does not concern me” has become a familiar feeling? Remembering these people with bitterness, at first he was angry, accused, perplexed, then he began to remember himself. Something similar - the desire to move away, to evade, not to get involved - was with me. Incriminating myself, I understood how familiar this feeling became in our life, how it warmed up, imperceptibly took root. I'm not going to announce the next complaints of damage to morals. The level of decline in our responsiveness, however, made me think. There are no personal culprits. Who to blame? I looked around and couldn't find any obvious reason. Pondering, he recalled the time at the front, when in our hungry trench life it was impossible to walk past him at the sight of a wounded man. From your part, from the other - it was impossible for someone to turn away, pretend not to notice. They helped, dragged on themselves, bandaged, brought up ... Some people, perhaps, violated this law of front-line life, because there were deserters and crossbows. But we are not talking about them, we are now talking about the main life rules of that time. I do not know the recipes for the manifestation of mutual understanding that we all need, but I am sure that only from our common understanding of the problem can some concrete solutions emerge. One person - me, for example - can only ring this alarm bell and ask everyone to feel it and think about what to do so that mercy warms our lives. (According to D. A. Granin. From the essay “On Mercy”.) (439 words.)
A1. Which statement below contains the author's answer to the question: "How to increase the level of responsiveness in society"
1) You need to remember the front-line time when it was impossible to walk past him at the sight of the wounded
2) It is necessary for the whole society to understand the problem, to penetrate with anxiety and think about what to do so that mercy warms our lives
3) The state should issue an appropriate law and regularly publish a complaint about damage to morals
4) I do not know the recipes for the manifestation of a relationship that we all need
my answer is 2 is that correct?
Last year something bad happened to me: I fell, fell badly. I broke my nose, my hand jumped out of my shoulder and hung like a whip. It happened at about seven in the evening in the center of Moscow, on Kirovsky Prospekt, not far from the house where I live.
With great difficulty, I got up and made my way to the nearest entrance. I felt that I was holding on because I was in a state of shock, and something urgently needed to be done. I tried to calm the blood with a handkerchief; the pain was getting stronger. And I could not speak - my mouth was broken. "I decided to turn home. I walked, as it seems to me, without staggering. I remember this path four hundred meters well. There were a lot of people. Some couple passed me, a woman with a girl, young guys. If only someone would help me They all looked at me at first with interest, but then averted their eyes.I remembered the faces of many people - apparently, with unaccountable attention, heightened expectation of help.
The pain confused my consciousness, but I understood that if I lay down on the sidewalk now, people would simply step over me. I knew that I needed to get home. So no one helped me.
Later I thought about this story. Could people take me for a drunk? It seems not. But even if they accepted, they saw that I was covered in blood, that something happened to me - I fell, they hit me. Why didn't they ask if I needed help? So, to pass by, not to get involved, “this does not concern me” has become an ordinary feeling.
I remembered these people with bitterness, got angry at them, but then I remembered myself. I also had the desire to dodge, to leave. Having convicted myself of this, I realized how familiar this feeling has become in our lives.
I'm not going to make a moral complaint. But, however, the level of decline in our responsiveness got me thinking. No one is personally to blame. No apparent reason found.
Thinking, I remembered the hungry front time. Then there would be no one - he walked past the wounded. From your unit, from another - everyone helped, dragged on themselves, bandaged. No one pretended not to notice. Of course, someone violated this unspoken law, but there were also deserters and crossbows. But it's not about individuals, but about the mores of that time.
I do not know what needs to be done for the necessary mutual understanding, but I am sure that only from a general understanding of the problem can any specific solutions emerge. One person can only ring the alarm bell and ask everyone to think about what to do so that mercy warms our lives.
What do you see as the reasons for the “decrease in our responsiveness”?
It seems to me that the reason for the "decline in our responsiveness" is that people think first of themselves, and only then of others. On the one hand, this is understandable. After all, life in our country has always been difficult, and in recent times it has become just a real test for many, so people think only about how to benefit for themselves. But on the other hand, such a position, of course, is wrong, but it is impossible to quickly change what has strengthened in the minds of people. Responsiveness must be taught from childhood, and then, if everyone treats a passerby kindly, everyone will help each other, and everyone will be happy.
(1) Last year, trouble happened to me. (2) I was walking down the street, slipped and fell ... (Z) I fell unsuccessfully, nowhere worse: I broke the bridge of my nose, I smashed my whole face, my hand jumped out in my shoulder. (4) It was about seven o'clock in the evening. (5) In the city center, not far from the house where I live.
(b) He got up with great difficulty ... (7) His face was covered in blood, his hand hung with a whip. (8) Wandered into the nearest entrance, tried to calm the blood with a handkerchief. (9) Where is it - she continued to whip, and I felt that I was in a state of shock, the pain was getting stronger and something had to be done quickly. (10) And I can’t speak - my mouth is broken.
(11) Decided to turn back home.
(12) I walked down the street, I think, without staggering. (13) He walked, holding a bloody handkerchief to his face, his coat was already shining with blood. (14) I remember this path well - about three hundred meters. (15) There were a lot of people on the street. (16) A woman and a girl, some couple, an elderly woman, a man, young guys walked towards. (17) All of them at first looked at me with curiosity, and then looked away, turned away. (18) If only someone on this path approached me, asked what was wrong with me, if I needed help. (19) I remembered the faces of many people - apparently with unaccountable attention, a heightened expectation of help ...
(20) Pain confused consciousness, but I understood that if I lay down on the sidewalk now, they would calmly step over me, bypass. (21) We must get home.
(22) Later I thought about this story. (23) Could people take me for a drunk? (24) It seems not, it is unlikely that I made such an impression. (25) But even if they took me for a drunk ... (25) They saw that I was covered in blood, something happened: I fell, hit. (26) Why didn’t they help, didn’t they at least ask what was the matter? (27) So, the desire to pass by, not to get involved, not to waste time, effort has become commonplace, and “this does not concern me” has become a conviction?
(28) Thinking, he bitterly remembered these people; at first I was angry, accused, perplexed, indignant, but then I began to remember myself. (29) And he looked for something similar in his behavior. (ZO) It is easy to reproach others when you are in a situation of distress, but you must also remember yourself. (31) I can’t say that I had exactly such a case, but I also found something similar in my own behavior: a desire to move away, avoid, not get involved ... (32) And, having caught myself, I began to understand how familiar this desire had become as it warmed up, imperceptibly rooted.
(ZZ) Thinking, I remembered something else. (34) I recalled the front-line time, when in our hungry trench life it was impossible to pass by him at the sight of a wounded man. (35) From your part, from the other - it was impossible for someone to turn away, pretend not to notice. (Zb) They helped, dragged on themselves, bandaged, brought up ... (37) Some may have violated this law of front-line life, because there were deserters and crossbows. (38) But we are not talking about them, we are now talking about the main life rules of that time.
(39) And after the war, this feeling of mutual assistance, mutual obligation remained among us for a long time. (40) But gradually it disappeared. (41) Lost so much that a person considers it possible to pass by a fallen, injured person lying on the ground. (42) We are used to making reservations that not all people are like that, not everyone does this, but I don’t want to make a reservation now. (43) Novgorod librarians once complained to me: “Here you write in the Blockade Book how Leningraders raised those who fell from hunger, and the other day our employee twisted her leg, fell in the middle of the square - and everyone walked past, no one stopped, didn't pick it up. (44) How is it so? (45) Resentment and even reproach sounded to me in their words.
(46) And in fact, what is happening to us? (47) How did we get to this? (48) How did you go from normal responsiveness to indifference, to callousness? (49) How did it become ordinary, normal?
(50) I am sure that a person is born with the ability to respond to someone else's pain. (51) I think that this is innate, given to us along with instincts, with the soul. (52) But if this feeling is not used, not exercised, it weakens and atrophies.
(bZ) I remembered how in childhood my father, when they passed by beggars - and there were many beggars in my childhood, - he always gave me a copper and said: go give it. (54) And I, overcoming fear - begging often looked scary - gave. (55) Sometimes I overcame my greed - I wanted to save money for myself, we lived quite poorly. (56) The father never reasoned: these petitioners pretend or not pretend, whether they are really crippled or not. (57) He did not delve into this: since he is a beggar, he must be served.
(58) And, as I now understand, it was the practice of mercy, that necessary exercise in mercy, without which this feeling cannot live. (59) Is mercy being practiced in our lives today? .. (60) Is there a constant compulsion for this feeling? (61) A push, a call to him?
(62) There have always been and will be different opportunities for the manifestation of human mercy, which must be used. (63) Not only in emergency, emergency cases, a manifestation of mercy is necessary, it must find its addressees and in ordinary life. (64) May the light of mercy not go out in the hearts of people!
(Under Granin*)
* Daniil Aleksandrovich Granin (1919-2017) - Soviet and Russian writer, screenwriter, public figure.
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In the above text, D.A. Granin raises the problem of the need to show mercy to people.
Revealing this problem, the author refers to his memoirs. The writer describes situation from life: once, due to an unsuccessful fall, he injured his face and arm. He was struck by the indifference of passers-by, because no one asked about his condition and did not offer help. Granin also recalls his childhood. His father had always taught him to help the poor and never questioned whether they were pretending or not. He said: "Since a beggar - it is necessary to give."
It is impossible not to agree with the opinion of the writer. I believe that indifference to someone else's grief must be shown not only in any emergency situations, but also in ordinary life in relation to all the people around.
To confirm the validity of this statement, I will give examples from the literature. F.M. Dostoevsky in the novel "Crime and Punishment" touched upon many in
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I got in trouble last year. Walking down the street, slipped and fell... He fell unsuccessfully, worse and nowhere: he broke his nose, his hand jumped out in his shoulder, hung like a whip. It was about seven o'clock in the evening. In the city center, on Kirovsky Prospekt, not far from the house where I live.
With great difficulty he got up, wandered into the nearest entrance, tried to calm the blood with a handkerchief. Wherever there, I felt that I was in a state of shock, the pain was getting stronger and something had to be done quickly. And I can’t speak - my mouth is broken.
Decided to turn back home.
I was walking down the street, I think not staggering. I remember this path about four hundred meters well. There were many people on the street. A woman and a girl, some couple, an elderly woman, a man, young guys walked towards me, all of them at first looked at me with curiosity, and then averted their eyes, turned away. If only someone on this path came up to me, asked what was the matter with me, if I needed help. I remembered the faces of many people - apparently, with unaccountable attention, a heightened expectation of help ...
The pain confused my consciousness, but I understood that if I lay down on the sidewalk now, they would calmly step over me, bypass me. We have to get home. So no one helped me.
Later I thought about this story. Could people take me for a drunk? It seems to be no, it is unlikely that I made such an impression. But even if they took me for a drunk - they saw that I was covered in blood, something happened - I fell, they hit me - why didn’t they help, didn’t at least ask what was the matter? So, to pass by, not to get involved, not to waste time, effort, “this does not concern me” has become a familiar feeling?
Remembering these people with bitterness, at first he was angry, accused, perplexed, then he began to remember himself. Something similar - the desire to move away, to evade, not to get involved - happened to me too. Incriminating himself, he understood how familiar this feeling had become in impudent life, how it warmed up, imperceptibly took root.
I'm not going to announce the next complaints of damage to morals. The level of decline in our responsiveness, however, made me think. There are no personal culprits. Who to blame? I looked around and couldn't find any obvious reason.
Pondering, he recalled the time at the front, when in our hungry trench life it was impossible to walk past him at the sight of a wounded man. From your part, from the other - it was impossible for someone to turn away, pretend not to notice. They helped, dragged on themselves, bandaged, gave a lift ... Some, perhaps, violated this law of front-line life, because there were deserters and crossbows. But we are not talking about them, we are now talking about the main life rules of that time.
I do not know the recipes for the manifestation of mutual understanding that we all need, but I am sure that only from our common understanding of the problem can some concrete solutions emerge. One person - me, for example - can only ring this alarm bell and ask everyone to feel it and think about what to do so that mercy warms our lives.
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Write out from the paragraphs and words with a figurative meaning.
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Find a phraseological unit in the last paragraph of the text. How do you understand its meaning? Pick up synonyms-phraseological units and free combinations for it and write them down.