Why do we live? What is needed in order to feel happy? Satisfying your own needs or still sacrifice with personal ambitions for the benefit of other people? Or maybe something mean between this? About the hard, full of temptations, searching for your own road in life, writes in the novel "The burden of human passions" the great English writer, Somerset Moem.

The meaning in life is looking for those who do not feel the feelings of joy, love and happiness. Who is hard on this light to live. Philip Carey the main character The works of "the burden of human passions" completely falls under this category. He is the one who felt the pain, despair of loneliness. FROM early years This boy remained orphan, and was taken to the upbringing with his uncle-priest. The latter did not experience special feelings to the child, and therefore Philip was granted to himself. Rescue for him became books. When this child was given to school, peers also began to mock him because of his chromotype. This a little boy He began to think that suffering was his fate, karma. He constantly asks God to make him healthy, but does not receive a response to his plea ...

It is so hard to understand that the universe wants you if you constantly feel pain ... Meet new people has already changed the main hero of Roman Somerset Moem "The burden of human passions". He considers their acquired acquaintances to be uncround, talented personalities, not noticing that the unusualness of the Englishman Hayuord is just a pose, behind which the emptiness is hidden, and the crumb is the finished cynic and materialist. The latter imposes Philip that he is moving away from God, but still in the soul retained the Christian morality. Kronshow tells his friend that everything is subordinate to its selfish instincts. Even if you are doing someone a good deed, for example, you give poor alms, then this is done for your own satisfaction and complacency. One drinks whiskey for your own pleasure, the other helps the poor. IN last case Such a person will be considered virtuous, not particularly thinking about what he actually does it. Such views of new buddies made a diversion to the soul of the main character, however, such existence also does not bring a moral calm to a young man ...

The awareness of the aimlessness of life leads Philip to fatalism. He does not cry for the lost ideals of youth, and takes his existence as it is. However, happiness cannot feel. The women to whom he experienced strong feelings were deceiving him and brought only pain and suffering. This is especially true Mildred, which simply used this person ... However, no accident say that there is no real joy and love without suffering. Without mental flour, you will never appreciate a quiet, calm happiness. So it happened with the main hero of the history of Somerset Maem "The burden of human passions", - at the price of too long, hard disappointments The young man came to understand that the meaning of all of our existence is, of course, mutual feelings ... Finally, Philip will feel peace of mind ...

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Philip lost peace. Hayeord hints confused his imagination; The soul thirst for romance. So he at least assured himself.

In addition, in the house Frau Erlin, an event occurred, which even more missed his interest in a woman. Stray on the hills in the vicinity of the city, he met Freulein Cecilia several times - she walked alone. Conquered, he walked further and a few steps met by the Chinese. Philip did not attach importance to this, but once in the evening, when he was already dark, he overtook two figures on the way, which walked closely clinging to each other. Hearing his steps, they quickly came out in different directions, and although in the dark it was impossible to see them, he recognized Cecilia and Suna. Their hasty movement said that they used to go under the arm. Philip was puzzled. He never paid attention to Freulein Cecilia. It was an unbreakful girl with rude feathers. She could not be more than sixteen, her long blond hair was still braided into a spit. That evening he looked at her with curiosity; Recently, Freulein Cecilia was not very talkative at the table, but this time turned to him with the question:

- Where are you walked today, Herr Carey?

- I rose to Königsstul.

"And I didn't go anywhere," she said. - I had a headache.

Sitting next to her, Chinese turned his head.

"What a pity," he said. - I hope you are better now?

Freulein Cecilia was clearly not in itself, she spoke again with Philip:

- And on the way you met a lot of people?

As always, when he had to lie, Filiply blushed.

- No, I did not meet the soul.

It seemed to him that she sighed with relief.

Soon, however, it became clear to everyone that there is some kind of intimacy between these two people: the inhabitants of the house Frau Professors began to notice how they whisper in dark corners. The elderly ladies, sitting at the head of the table, began to discuss the brewing scandal. Frau Professors was angry and nervous. She struggled to do not notice anything. Winter was near, and finding the boarders was not as easy as in the summer. Herr Sun was a good tenant: he held two rooms in the first floor and drank the bottle of Moselle at dinner. Professors took three stamps from him for the bottle and earned it well. None of the other guests drank wine, and many did not drink even beer. I did not want to lose and Freulein Cecilia, whose parents had a trading business in South America And they paid the maternal concerns of Frau Professors; It is worthwhile to write about what is happening, the uncle of a girl who lives in Berlin, and he will immediately take Cecilia. Frau Professors limited himself the fact that he threw harsh views on a couple and, without daring to tear the Chinese, he took the soul, rude Cecilia. But the three elderly ladies there were little. Two of them were widows, and the third, Holland by nationality, - a man-like old Virgin; They paid for the pension of the pennies, and the troubles were delivered at least to excavation, but they were permanent leicies, and they had to be reckoned with them. They appeared to Frau professorsche and stated that some measures are needed; The case took an indecent turnover, and the guesthouse could acquire bad fame. Frau Professors tried to persist, angry, launched tears, but three old ladies wanted over; I finally felt the tide of noble resentment, Frau Professors stated that it would be able to put this end.

After lunch, she took Cecilia to her bedroom to talk to her seriously; To her surprise, the girl kept defiant; She intends to behave as it looks like, and, if it wants to walk with the Chinese, who is it? Frau Professors threatened to write uncle.

- Well, onkel Heinrich places me for the winter to some family house in Berlin, for me it will be even better. And Herr Sun will also move to Berlin.

Frau Professors splashed; The tears rolled along her rough, red, fatty cheeks, and Cecilia just laughed.

"It means that in the winter you will have three rooms," she said.

Then Frau Professors decided to apply another method. She appealed to the best feelings of Freulein Cecilia; She became a good, judicial, tolerant; She spoke with a girl not like a child, but as an adult woman. She said that all this would not look so scary if he was not a Chinese - just think a man with yellow leather, flat nose and small piglets! That's what is terrible. Even think disgusts!

"Bitte, Bitte," said Cecilia, choking a little. - I do not want to listen about him nasty.

- But this is not serious? - Ashven Frau Erlin.

- I love him. Love him. Love him.

- Gott Im Himmel!

Frau, Professors stared at her; She thought that this is a children's whim, an innocent passion, but the passion that sounded in the voice of the girl gave her head. Cecilia looked at her flaming eyes, and then, shrugged his shoulders, left the room.

Frau Erlin did not mention anyone a word about the details of this conversation, but a day later or two reasured everyone at the table. Herra Suna she asked to sit next to her, and he immediately agreed with his politeness peculiar to him. Cecilia adopted this new routine indifferent. But, making sure that their relationship is still known, they seemed to be completely lost shame: they stopped keeping their walks secretly and every day after lunch was openly sent to the mountains. They were indifferent to them, they speak about them. In the end, even Professor Erlin lost his calm and insisted that his wife talked to Chinese. She took him to himself and began to admonish: he depends the reputation of the girl, causes damage to the whole house, he must see how independent behaves. But the Chinese smiled and denied everything; Herr Sun did not behave, what she was interpreting about, he did not think to care for Freulein Cecilia, he never went to walk with her; Everything she says is not true, everything, to the last word.

- Ah, Herr Sun, how can you say that? You have seen so many times together.

- No, you are mistaken. It is not true.

He looked at her, without stopping smiling, showing smooth white teeth. He was serene calm. And continued to deny everything, deny with polite shamelessness. In the end, Frau, Professors, came out of himself and said that the girl admitted that he loved him. It did not affect him at all. He still smiled.

- nonsense! Nonsense! All this is not true.

Frau Professors did nothing so. Meanwhile, the weather spoiled; Snow fell, frost began, and then the thaw began and stretched the strings of insane days - the walks stopped delighting pleasure. Once in the evening after the lesson of German with the Gerr, Professor Philip was delayed for a minute in the living room, having poured with Frau Erlin; Anna entered the room hastily.

- Mom, where is Cecilia? She asked.

- Probably in your room.

- It's dark there.

Frau Professors screamed and looked at her daughter with anxiety. She came to the same thought as Anna.

"Call Emily," she uttered with a voice hoarse from excitement.

Emil was that a street that served at the table and performed almost all the work on the house. He appeared.

"Emil, go to the Gerra Sun room, enter there without a knock." If there is someone there, tell me that you came to flood the stove.

The phlegmatic face of Emil did not express surprise.

Slowly, he went down the stairs. Frau Professors and Anna left the doors open and began to wait. Soon they heard that Emil returns upstairs, and called him.

- Is there anyone there? - asked Frau professorship.

- Yes, Herr Sun at home.

- Is he alone?

The mouth of the servant stretched out in a rowed smile.

- No, he has Freulein Cecilia.

- What an effort! - cried Frau Professors.

Emil is widely undressed.

- Freulein Cecilia every evening there. She does not come out of him for hours.

Frau Professors began to break his hands.

- Horrible! Why didn't you say anything to me?

- What is the case? He replied, calmly shrugging.

- Probably, they paid you well. Go away. Stay.

He clumsy flooded to the door.

"Mom, they have to leave," Anna said.

- And who will pay rent? Soon you need to make taxes. Easy to say: they should leave. If they leave, I do not know how to pay on accounts. - She turned to Philip, pouring into tears. - Ah, Herr Carey, do not tell anyone any word. If Freulein Furster - it was the Holland, the old Virgin, - if Freulein Furster learns about it, she will leave us immediately. And if everyone feeds, you will have to close the house. I have nothing to keep it.

- Of course, I will not say anything.

"If she stays, I will not talk to her," Anna said.

Freulein Cecilia came to dinner in time, but her cheeks were rumorly ordinary, and the face expressed stubbornness; Herr Sun, however, was not shown for a long time, and Philip had already decided that he was Stroyl. Finally, he came and, smiling widely, apologized for being late. As always, he forced Frau professors to drink a glass of his Moselle; He suggested wines and Freulein Furster. It was hot: the oven was toy all day, and the windows were discussed rarely. Emil was moving around the room as a bear, but managed to serve quickly and gently. Three old ladies sat silently, expressing convictions with all his appearance; Frau Professors still did not have time to come to his senses, her spouse was silent and concerned. The conversation was not glued. Familiar faces seemed today Philip with some sinister, everyone seemed to be transformed with the light of two hanging lamps; He had anxiety on his soul. Having become a look with Cecilia, he read the hatred and challenge in her eyes. Duchot became unbearable. It seemed that the carnial passion of this couple worries all those present that the air breathes the lust of the East, fragrant smoking, secret vices. Philip felt the blood flies in his temples. He could not understand the feeling that had embraced his feelings: there was something tomorrow, but at the same time repulsive and terrible.

So stretched for several days. The atmosphere was poisoned by an unnatural passion, the nerves of all were tense to the limit. Only Herr Sun remained calm; He smiled just as polite as always; It was difficult to say what his behavior meant: a celebration of more high civilization Or contempt of the East to the winning West. Cecilia behaved boldly. In the end, even Frau Professors could not take it longer. Professor Erlin with coarse direct explained to her the possible consequences of this connection, which took place in front of everyone; Frau Professors came to horror: she saw that an imperious scandal would destroy her good name and reputation of the guesthouse. Blinded by chase for profit, for some reason she never thought over such an opportunity; Now she completely lost his head from fear, and with difficulty kept her that she immediately did not throw a girl into the street. Only through common sense, Anna managed to prevent an open scandal; A cautious letter was written to the Berlin Uncle: he was offered to take Cecilia to himself.

But, deciding to part with two tenants, Frau Professors could not resist the temptation to give will his rabies, which she held back so long. Now she could post Cecilius all that she had boiled.

"I wrote to your uncle, Cecilia so that he took you," she said. - I can no longer hold you in my house.

Her little round eyes climbed when she noticed how the girl turned pale.

- You have no shame. Shameless, "she said, and began to sink a girl with curses.

- What did you write Uncle Henry? She asked, immediately losing all his independence.

- Well, you know, he will tell you about it himself. Tomorrow I'm waiting for a response from him.

The next day, she declared Cecilia for dinner to humiliate it before everyone:

- I received a letter from your uncle. Today you will put things in the evening, and tomorrow morning we will put you on the train. Uncle will meet you in Berlin at the Central Station.

- Okay.

Herr Sun smiled Mrs. Professors, looking straight into her eyes, and, despite her protests, poured her a glass of wine. Frau Professors ate the evening with an enviable appetite. But her celebration was premature. Look to bed, she called the servant.

- Emil, if the chest Freulein Cecilia is laid, you will then demolish it down. The porter will come after it before breakfast.

The servant gone, but immediately returned.

- Freulein Cecilia is not in the room and its suitcase too.

Frau Professors with a scream rushed into the girl's room: on the floor stood locked and naked chest straps, but the suitcase disappeared; The coats and hat of Freulein Cecilia also disappeared. On the toilet was empty. Heavy breathing hard, Frau Professors rushed down, in the Chinese room - about twenty years old she did not have a run so agile. Emil shouted her after her so that she was really like and did not fall from the stairs. She burst into Herra Sun without a knock. The rooms were empty. It was also not things, and the opened door to the garden allowed himself to guess how they were taken out. In the envelope on the table lay money for the board and for additional costs. Suddenly having lost his strength, Frau, Professors, plunged on the sofa. There was no doubt: a couple ran away. Emil was impassten and indifferent as always.

1

The day engaged in dull, gray. Clouds hung low, the air was a student - this is about to fall out. In the room where the child slept, the servant entered and spread the curtains. She looked over the facade of the house on the contrary to the habit - plastered, with a portico - and went to the children's bed.

"Get up, Philip," she said.

After throwing down the blanket, she took him to his arms and demolished down. He has not yet woke up.

- Mom calls you.

Opening the door to the room on the first floor, the nanny brought the child to the bed, on which a woman lay. It was his mother. She extended her hands to the boy, and he curled up with her by the village next to her, without asking why he was awakened. A woman kissed his hollow eyes and slender hands felt a warm caller through a white flannel night shirt. She pressed the child to himself.

- Do you want to sleep, baby? She asked.

She had such a weak voice that it seemed to be coming from somewhere from afar. The boy did not answer and only stretched sweetly. He was good in warm, spacious bed, in gentle embraces. He tried to become even smaller, squeezed into a nose and drove her sleep. His eyes closed, and he fell asleep hard. Doctor silently approached bed.

"Let him stay with me a little bit," she moaned.

The doctor did not answer and just looked at her. Knowing that she will not allow her child, a woman kissed him again, ran his hand over his body; Taking the right leg, she went over all five fingers, and then reluctantly touched her left leg. She cried.

- What's wrong with you? - asked the doctor. - Are you tired.

She shook her head, and tears rolled around her cheeks. Doctor leaned toward her.

- Give it to me.

She was too weak to protest. The doctor handed over the baby on the hands of Nyanka.

- Put it back to the bed.

- Now.

Sleeping boy took. Mother sobbed, no longer holding back.

- Poor! What will happen to him now!

The nurse tried her soothe; Having embarrassed out of his strength, the woman stopped crying. Doctor approached the table at the other end of the room, where he lay covered with a napkin corpse of a newborn baby. Raising the napkin, the doctor looked at lifeless taurus. And, although the bed was beaten off the screen, the woman guess what he was doing.

- Boy or girl? She asked her nurse in a whisper.

- also a boy.

The woman said nothing. Nurse returned to the room. She approached the sick.

"Filip never woke up," she said.

Silent reigned. The doctor rushed again in a patient's pulse.

"Perhaps, while I am no longer needed here," he said. - I will come after breakfast.

"I spend you," the nurse suggested.

They silently descended the stairs to the front. Doctor stopped.

"Have you sent Mrs. Carey's devmer?"

- What do you think when he arrives?

- I do not know, I'm waiting for a telegram.

- What to do with the boy? Is it not better to send it anyhow?

- Miss Uatkin agreed to take him to himself.

- And who is she?

- His godfather. How do you think Mrs. Carey will recover?

Doctor shook his head.

2

A week later, Philip sat on the floor of Miss Ukykin's seating in Onslow Gardens. He grew up the only child in the family and got used to play alone. The room was made with cumbersome furniture, and on every ottomanka lay three large poufs. In the chairs, too, lay pillows. Philip pulled them to the floor and, shifting the lightly gilded front chairs, built an intricate cave, where he could hide from the red-fledged porters. Having attached to the ear to the floor, he listened to the long-round topot of the herd of bison, carried by Prairie. The door opened, and he hid the breath, so that he was not found, but the angry hands moved the chair, and the pillows fell on the floor.

- Oh, you, Shalun! Miss Watykin will become angry.

- Ku-ku, Emma! - he said.

The nanny leaned, kissed him, and then began to shake and clean the pillows.

- We will go home? - he asked.

- Yes, I came for you.

- You have a new dress.

She walked 1885, and women were put under the skirts of Tourships. The dress was sewn from black velvet, with narrow sleeves and slopes; The skirt was decorated with three broad ruffles. The cappon was also black and tied with blades. Nanny did not know how to be. The question she was waiting for, was not asked, and she had nothing to give a pre-prepared answer.

"Why don't you ask how your mother is?" - She finally endured.

- I forgot. And how is Mom doing?

Now she could answer:

- Your mom is good. She is very happy.

- Mom left. You will not see her anymore.

Philip did not understand anything.

- Why?

- Your mom in the sky.

She cried, and Philip, though he did not know what's the matter, I was crying too. Emma

- High, boneless woman with blond hair and rough feathers - was from Devonashir and, despite the long-term service in London, did not disappear from his sharp talk. From tears, she was completely shot and tightly pressed the boy to his chest. She understood what trouble had suffered a child deprived of the only love in which there was no shadow of a korear. She seemed terrible that he would hit someone else's people. But some weather, she took herself in hand.

"You wait for Uncle William," she said. "Go goodbye to Miss Wekin, and we will go home."

"I don't want to say goodbye to her," he replied, for some reason, having fun his tears.

- Well, then, then run up and put on a hat.

He brought a hat. Emma was waiting for him in the hallway. From the Cabinet behind the living room there were voices. Filip in indecision stopped. He knew that Miss Ukykin and her sister talk to the friendlots, and thought - the boy was only nine years old, - that if he enters them, they would regret it.

One of the best novels William Somerset Moem is considered the "burden of human passions", which was written in the early 20th century, but still raises current issues. It is already clear from his name, which will be discussed, but the whole depth and large-scale work can be estimated only after reading.

The writer talks about Philip Carey's life, starting with his childhood to more adult. Together with the main character we are experiencing everything that was in his life. It seems that his thoughts become your own, and you continue reflections, even closing the book. His feelings permeate the soul. On the one hand, all this seems clear, but on the other - the acts of Philip cause many questions and sometimes bewilderment.

Philip remained orphan, besides, he also has a physical disadvantage. The boy was in care of people who could not give him due love and warmth. Since childhood, he knew what mockery, humiliation and pity. He closed in himself and began to read books. In the depths of the soul, he sought to people, was ready to accept anyone who would love him, but at the same time he was filled from them.

All the life of Philip turned into the search for himself, his calling. He tried a lot of things, but thrown without achieving success, realizing that this is not for him. He visited different places, communicated with different peoplewho had a certain influence on him. Philip passed the way from the believer in God to Cynic. He thought about what could be considered a public moral, good and evil, so these concepts or borders are too blurred. Together with his reflections to readers, many of their own thoughts, forcing those asked complex and ambiguous issues.

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The man is much more study on the mistakes that he does in his own will than on the right deeds committed on someone else's pointer.

With my Moem, I was not ridden with me. I didn't like the "Moon and Grosh" at all, the "Theater" for which I struggled to take yourself, caused a more good impression, and now the notorious list "1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die" together with the game TTT forced to take the third His significant novel is the "burden of human passions." The mice were crying and gathered, but they continued to nibble cactus ... Honestly, I gladly anticipated how to overcome this threshold and then I can make Moem with a handle. And so on you - the novel captured, jellied, even, can be said, wilts in his subsoil, did not let go, well, and, saying briefly, I liked terribly ...

The effect of the novel begins with a tragic event - the mother of the little Philip is dying, the main character of this story. The boy, chrome from birth, is given to raising an uncle and a tet who have never had children, and how to contact them, they do not know. In their own way, they were attached to the temps, but since childhood, the child was deprived of the main - parental love, tenderness, supports. Later he realizes how acute he lacked all this. But before awareness so far ...

Ahead of Philip the thorny path is a school, a refusal of a certain and more or less bright future, renunciation from faith, moving to other countries, attempts to become an accountant, an artist, a physician ... Finally, a cruel, exterior love, falling on the head as a heavy and incurable disease . Short ups and hardest falls, stormy searches and constant disappointments, bright ideals and suede reality seruth, endless confused life of life, in appearance equally hopeless. How to break out, how to find yourself, how to be happy?

I am glad to announce that the hero found the answers to these questions for themselves, and after a long wanderings on the sea of \u200b\u200bhis life, his soul seemed to be refuge and calmed down.

It is difficult to explain what exactly I liked the novel. After such strong, comprehensive things, it is incredibly difficult to finding the words. Probably the fact is that it is life in all its paints, a wonderful described search, a trip is not the world, but according to the human soul, in which everyone will find something close to themselves. Who has never been on a crossroads, did not feel helplessness in front of a huge and faceless world, did not lower his hands, did not ask questions, what is the meaning of human being and how to find his place in it? Finally, it is a hard struggle with passions, which often paralyze mind and knock down a person from the right path, the transition from one life step to another through pain of losses and disappointments ... What, in general, returns to the fact that under the cover of this book, human life was hidden under the cover of this book It is not easy, but with a light of hope in dull gray.

I do not know if I will continue to meet my Moem, but I will remember this novel for a long time as an excellent thing for which, fortunately, I was supervised to take.