Life-long love. Dante and Beatrice

This sonnet is divided into two parts: in the first I speak about the power of love; in the second, I talk about how this power is manifested in action. The second begins like this: "Beautiful Donna ...". The first part is divided into two: in the first I say that there is an object that contains this power; in the second, I say how this object and this power arise into existence and that they relate to each other, like a form to matter. The second begins like this: "When by Love ...". Then, saying: "Beautiful Donna ..." I say how this power is manifested in action: first - how it manifests itself in a man, then - how it manifests itself in a woman, - from the words "And so is Donna ...".

After what I told about Love in the above-written verses, I had a desire to say more words for the glory of the Most Noble One, so that in them I would show how it awakens this Love and how it not only awakens it where it slumbers, but how there where there is no power of Love, it miraculously invokes it. And so I composed a sonnet that begins "In my eyes ...".

So, all confused, he will bow down his face

And sighs about his sinfulness.

Arrogance and anger melt before her.

O Donna, who won't praise her?

All the sweetness and all the humility of thoughts

Knows the one who hears her word.

Blessed is the one who is destined to meet with her.

The way she smiles

Does not utter speech and does not remember the mind:

So this miracle is blissful and new.

There are three parts in this sonnet: in the first I tell how Donna manifests this power in action, telling about her eyes, the most beautiful in her; and I say the same in the third, telling of her lips, the most beautiful in her; and between these two parts there is a small particle, as if calling for help to the previous part and to the next one and begins like this: "O Donna, who ...". The third begins like this: "All the sweetness ...". The first part is divided into three: in the first I talk about how gracefully she endows with nobility everything that she looks at - and this means saying that she brings Love to power where it is not; in the second, I say how it awakens the action of Love in the hearts of all to whom it looks; in the third, I talk about what she does with her goodness in their hearts. The second begins like this: "She is walking ..."; the third is like this: "Will he greet ...". Then, when I say: "O Donna, who ..." - I explain who I meant, calling on the Donna to help praise her. Then, when I say: "All the sweetness ..." - I say the same thing that was said in the first part, telling that the action of her lips is twofold; one of them is her sweetest speech, and the other is her wondrous laugh; I'm not just talking about what laughter produces in her hearts, because memory is unable to keep him or his actions.

After that, after a few days, according to the will of the glorious Lord, who did not reject death from himself, the one who was the parent of such a great miracle as the noblest Beatrice was (everyone saw), leaving this life, truly departed to eternal glory ... And since such separation is grievous for all who remain and who were a friend of the departed; and since there is no closer attachment than a good father to a good child and a good child to a good father; and since Donna possessed the highest degree of kindness, and her father, according to the opinion of many and in accordance with the truth, was kind in a high degree, it is obvious that Donna was filled with the most bitter sorrow. And since, according to the custom of the named city, Donnas with Donnes and men with men gather on such sorrowful occasions, many Donnas gathered where Beatrice cried pitifully, and now, seeing how some Donnas were returning from her, I heard their talk about The noblest, how she grieved; and among other speeches I heard them say: "Truly she cries so that anyone who looks at her will certainly die of pity." Then these donna passed by; I remained in such sadness that sometimes a tear watered my face, so I covered it, often bringing my hands to my eyes; and if I had not expected to hear about her again - for I was at the place where most of the Donnas who returned from her passed - I would have disappeared as soon as the tears took possession of me. So I stayed in the same place, and the Donna walked past me, who walked, saying to each other the following words: "Which of us could become merry again after hearing this Donna complain bitterly?" Other Donna walked behind them, saying: "This one standing here is crying as if he saw her, as we saw." Others, further, said about me: "Look, this one does not look like himself - he has changed so much!" So these Donna passed by, and I heard speeches about her and about me of the kind that I conveyed. And so, after thinking about it after, I decided to say the words - for which I had a worthy reason - in which there would be everything that I heard about Donna; and since I would have willingly questioned them, if decency had not restrained me, I decided to present the matter as if I asked them questions, and they kept the answer. And I composed two sonnets; moreover, in the first I ask questions as I had a desire to ask them; in the second, I quote their answer, taking what I heard from them for what was said in response to me. And I began the first sonnet: "You, that you are passing with the head bowed ...", and the second - "Aren't you the one whose verse, without stopping ...".

You that pass with the head bowed,

Whose long-distance gaze speaks of sorrow, -

Where are you from? And why is your kind

Does it seem to me that sadness is embodied?

Weren't you with a blessed Madonna?

Love sprinkles her face with tears?

Stern Dante did not despise the sonnet; In him the heat of love Petrarch poured out; The creator of Macbeth loved his game ... A.S. Pushkin

Muses, stop crying,

Pour out your sadness in songs,

Sing me a song about Dante

Or play the flute.

(N. Gumilev "Beatrice")

Beatrice

She keeps Love in her eyes;

Blessed is everything she looks at;

She goes - everyone hurries to her;

If he greets, his heart will tremble.

So, all confused, he will bow down his face

And sighs about his sinfulness.

Arrogance and anger melt before her.

O Donna, who won't praise her?

All the sweetness and all the humility of thoughts

Knows the one who hears her word.

Blessed is the one who is destined to meet with her.

The way she smiles

Does not utter speech and does not remember the mind:

So this miracle is blissful and new.

You laughed at me among friends,

But did you know, Madonna, why

You cannot recognize my appearance,

When do I stand before your beauty?

Ah, if you only knew - with your usual kindness

You would not hold back your feelings:

After all, that Love, captivating me all,

Tyrannizing with such cruelty,

That, reigning among my timid feelings,

Executing others, sending others into exile,

She alone aims at you.

That is why my appearance is unusual!

But even then their exiles

So clearly I can hear the grief.

Petrarch and Laura

Blessed is the day, month, summer, hour

And the moment when my gaze met those eyes!

Blessed is that land, and that one is bright,

Where I became a prisoner of beautiful eyes!

F. PETRARKA

There was a day on which, according to the Creator of the universe

Mourning, the Sun has darkened ... A ray of fire

From your eyes caught me by surprise:

Oh, lady, I became their prisoner captive ...

I bless the day, minute, share

Minutes, season, month, year,

Both the place and the wonderful limit,

Where is the light sight condemned me to captivity.

I bless the sweetness of the first pain

And a purposeful flight of arrows,

And the bow that sends these arrows to the heart,

A skillful shooter obeys the will.

I bless a name from names

When he turned to his beloved.

I bless all my creations

To her glory, and every breath and groan,

And my thoughts are her possession.

I fell at her feet in verse,

Filling the sounds with heartfelt heat,

And he was apart from himself:

Himself - on the ground, and thoughts - in the clouds.

I sang about her golden curls,

I chanted her eyes and hands,

Honoring torment with heavenly bliss,

And now she is cold dust.

And I am without a lighthouse, in a shell, a syroy

Through a storm that's not new to me

I float through life, ruling at random.

William Shakespeare

Sonnet 130

Her eyes don't look like the sun

Coral is redder than her mouth

Snow with a sweet breast is not the same thing,

Of black wires is her braid.

There are many roses, crimson, white, red,

But I do not see them in her features, -

Although there are many wonderful incense,

Alas, but not in her mouth.

I admire her grumbling,

But the music doesn't sound like that at all.

I don't know how the goddesses perform

But my lady's step is not easy.

And yet I swear she's nicer

Than the best mortal next to her.

Translated by M. Tchaikovsky

Sonnet 37

Well, let it go! .. I love you so much.

That I am all yours and your honor!

Sonnet 90

If you stop loving - so now,

Now that the whole world is at odds with me.

Be the most bitter of my losses

But not the last straw of grief!

And if sorrow is given to me to overcome,

Do not ambush.

May the stormy night not be resolved

On a rainy morning - a morning without comfort.

Leave me, but not at the last moment

When from minor troubles I will be weakened.

Leave it now, so that I can immediately comprehend

That this grief of all adversity hurts the most,

That there are no hardships, but there is one trouble -

To lose your love forever.

Sonnet 102

Sonnet 116

Interfere with the union of two hearts

I do not intend to. Can treason

To put an end to immeasurable love?

Love does not know loss and decay.

Love is a beacon raised over the storm

Not fading in darkness and fog.

Love is the star by which the sailor

Determines the location in the ocean.

Love is not a pathetic doll in the hands

By the time that erases roses

On fiery lips and cheeks

And threats are not scary to her at the time.

And if I'm wrong and my verse is lying,

Then there is no love - and there are no my poems!

Sonnet 37

I confess that you and I are two,

Although in love we are one being.

I don't want my vice to be any

I fell on your honor like a stain.

May one thread tie us in love,

But in life we ​​have different bitterness.

She can't change love

But it steals an hour from love.

As a condemned person, I am deprived of the right

To openly recognize you in front of everyone,

And you can't take my bow,

So that your seal does not fall on the honor.

Well, let it go! .. I love you so much. That I am all yours and your honor!

***

Dante stands on the threshold of the Renaissance, on the threshold of an era "... which needed titans and which gave birth to titans in the power of thought, passion and character, in versatility and scholarship." Dante can be safely attributed to one of these titans, whose works are classics of Italian creativity and the property of the people.

According to family tradition, Dante's ancestors came from the Roman family of Elisees, who participated in the founding of Florence. Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) appears in his life as a representative of a comprehensively educated, active, tightly connected with local cultural traditions and public interests of the intelligentsia, typical of his time.

As you know, the formation of Dante as a poet takes place in a turning point and transition from the literary Middle Ages to new creative aspirations. Since the poet was very religious, therefore, he was very worried about this turning point.

In addition, Dante began by imitating the then most influential lyric poet of Italy, Gwittone d "Arezzo, but soon changed poetics and, together with his older friend Guido Cavalcanti, became the founder of a special poetry school, Dante himself called the school of the" sweet new style "(" Dolce style nuovo ").

By Dante's own admission, the impetus for the awakening of the poet in him was the quivering and noble love for the daughter of his father's friend Folco Portinari - the young and beautiful Beatrice. The poetic confirmation of this love was the autobiographical confession "New Life" ("Vita nuova"), written at the fresh grave of her beloved, who died in 1290. Two dozen sonnets, several canzones and a ballad, which are part of Novaya Zhizn, contain a vivid reflection of an experienced and flaming feeling.

In form, "New Life" is a complexly constructed text, written alternately with poetry and prose, saturated with symbols and allegories that are difficult to interpret. From his youthful lyrics, Dante selected 25 sonnets, 3 canzones, 1 ballad and 2 poetic fragments for Novaya Zhizn.

Love is conceived by the poet as a spontaneous force, “penetrating through the eyes into the heart” and igniting it with the desire of the one “who came down from heaven to earth - to manifest a miracle”. it should be noted that for Dante love was akin to science, which prepares the human soul for communication with God. In New Life, Dante spoke of his great love for Beatrice Portinari, a young Florentine lady who was married to Simone dei Bardi and who died in June 1290, when she was less than twenty-five years old.

I would like to note that the poet fell in love with a lady whom he saw three times in his life - in a scarlet dress, when she, the same age as the poet, was 9 years old, in white, when they turned 18 - Betrice responded with a smile to his bow - and soon the last time when Dante bowed to her but met no answer. I can say that this color scheme was not chosen by chance, because the red color of the dress symbolizes the joy of the first years of life, white - purity and chastity.

A. Dante notes how sweet these minute meetings were, which fluttered his soul after a while:

She keeps Love in her eyes;

Blessed is everything she looks at;

She goes - everyone hurries to her;

If he greets, his heart will tremble.

All the sweetness and all the humility of thoughts

Knows the one who hears her word.

Blessed is the one who is destined to meet with her.

Dante wrote "New Life" either in 1292, or at the beginning of 1293. The era was intensely looking for new ways in public life, poetry, art, philosophy. Speaking about "New Life", Dante had in mind his love, but this love was also interpreted by him as a huge objective force that renews the world and all of humanity.

Of course, many have studied the compositional structure of this work, having studied these materials, I came to the conclusion that all the poems were collected around the second canzona, which is the compositional center:

Young donna, in a blaze of compassion,

In the radiance of all the valor of the earth,

I sat where Death I called all the hour;

And looking into eyes full of torment,

And heed the sounds of my violent words,

Itself in confusion sobbed passionately.

The other donna, hurrying to participate

To cry in her room, where I lay,

Seeing how I suffered -

Having received her, they bowed to me sternly.

One ad: "Stay awake a little"

And that one: "Don't cry in vain."

When did my delirium begin to dissipate,

I called the Madonna by name.

In addition, the poet focuses on the mystical symbolism of the number 9, which characterizes important events in the writer's life.

Famous writer and critic Alekseev M.P. believes that “The number 3 is the root of the number 9, so that without the help of another number it produces 9; for it is obvious that 3 x 3 is nine. Thus, if 3 is capable of doing 9, and the doer of miracles in himself is the Trinity, that is, the Father, Son and Holy Spirit are three in one, then it should be concluded that this lady (Beatrice) was accompanied by the number 9, so that everyone could understand that she herself is 9, that is, a miracle, and that the root of this miracle is the only miraculous Trinity. " In my opinion, this symbolism of the number 9 can be easily explained by paying attention to the era to which Dante belonged. As you know, such symbolism was an integral part of the works of the Middle Ages.

It is noteworthy that the end of New Life contains an allusion to the Divine Comedy, which the poet sees as an undertaking undertaken to glorify Beatrice. The image of the beloved continues to inspire the poet throughout his life, supporting a great idea in him.

As O. Mandelstam wrote: "... Dante had one emotional event for his whole life."

Music sounds Lead 1... Love is the most poetically sublime, pure and beautiful feeling. The theme of love is inexhaustible in literature and art, for this very feeling is eternal and incorruptible, always new and unique for every person.

It all starts with love ...
They say: "In the beginning there was a word ..."
And I declare again:
It all starts with love! ..
It all starts with love! ..
And insight and work.
Eyes of flowers, eyes of a child -
It all starts with love! ..
It all starts with love! ..
With love, I know that for sure.
Everything. Even hate is dear
And the eternal sister of love.
It all starts with love:
Dream and fear, wine and gunpowder.
Tragedy, longing, and feat
It all starts with love ...
Spring whispers to you: "Live" ...
And you will sway from a whisper.
And straighten up and begin.
It all starts with love!
R. Rozhdestvensky

Host 2. We devote our today's meeting to the eternal theme - love.

This beautiful tradition began with a touching story of one love. A long time ago, in the 3rd century AD, the Roman emperor Claudius 3 issued a decree forbidding people to marry. The warlike overlord decided that marriage kept people at home, preventing them from showing bravery on the battlefield. And only one - the only priest Valentin opposed the order and secretly continued to marry the lovers. He was reported to the emperor and Valentine was thrown into prison, sentenced to death. The jailer's daughter, seeing Valentine and recognizing him by truth, fell in love with him. The priest reciprocated her. Since they could not see each other, the lovers communicated through correspondence. On the day of the execution, February 14, 270 g, the brave priest sent his beloved a last note with the signature “from Valentine”. Now such notes are called "valentines", which later began to mean confessions of love and fidelity. The execution took place. Valentine's remains were buried in the Church of Saint Praxidis in Rome. After that the gates of this church were called “Valentine's gates”. According to the legend, in spring a pink almond tree blossoms at his grave, which is considered a symbol of faithful love.

The song “I will never forget you”.

Host 3. "All ages are submissive to love," Pushkin once said. And rightly so. Goethe, at 74, proposes to 19-year-old Ulrike. The famous Enrico Caruso was choked with sobs when he sang about love, the same sobs and tears choked the audience in the hall. Love is wings. No wonder they say: "All lovers are talented." We know examples of the true beauty of love - the only love for life, love not always divided, but uplifting and ennobling.

Who does not know the love story of Beatrice Dante Alighieri, the famous Italian poet. Beatrice, whom Dante loved, glorified, mourned and exalted into the ideal of the highest moral and physical perfection - undoubtedly a historical figure, the daughter of Folco Portinari, who lived in the neighborhood of the Alighieri family and was born in April 1267, In January 1287 she married for Sismon di Bardi, and on June 9, 1290 she died 23 years old.

Dante says about Beatrice: “I say that she was so noble, so full of all mercies that bliss and joy descended on those who saw her; yet they were unable to convey these feelings. No one could contemplate her without sighing; and her virtue had even more wonderful effects on everyone. "

She keeps Love in her eyes;
Blessed is everything she looks at;
She goes - everyone hurries to her;
If he greets, his heart will tremble.

So, all confused, he will bow down his face
And sighs about his sinfulness.
Arrogance and anger melt before her.
O Donna, who won't praise her?

All the sweetness and all the humility of thoughts
Knows the one who hears her word.
Blessed is the one who is destined to meet with her.

The way she smiles
Does not utter speech and does not remember the mind:
So this miracle is blissful and new.

Lead 4.

The love story of F. Petrarch and Laura tells about purity and devoted love. As evidenced by his own writings, 23-year-old Petrarch first saw Laura at Easter Mass. Apparently, she had a large family, was a worthy wife and died early. It is possible that she died of tuberculosis and wasting caused by having 11 babies. She was 38 years old. From the moment he first met Laura, Petrarch spent the next three years in Avignon, singing his platonic love for her and trying to catch her eye in church and elsewhere. In 1337 he returned and acquired a small estate in Vaucluse to be near her. Petrarch was ordained and could not marry. But throughout his life he carried love for his Laura, whom he loved even after her death.

Lead 1.

Legends circulated about the beloved of Admiral Nelson (1758–1805), songs and stories were written about her, and Lady Hamilton (1763–1814) entered the history of Lady Hamilton (1763–1814) as a woman who managed to kindle a fire of passion in the heart of Europe's greatest naval commander. A brave admiral adored by soldiers and sailors, Horatio Nelson remains a symbol of the British navy to this day.

In the summer of 1795, a new muse appeared in the life of the artist Goya - the Duchess of Alba.

Their passionate romance lasted seven years. She - the most beautiful woman in Spain of that time - the Duchess of Alba - remained his muse, who inspired the artist to create great masterpieces.

“When she walked down the street,” wrote one French traveler, “everyone looked out of the windows, even the children threw their games to look at her.”

Presenter 2. One of the most famous musical works in history by the great, unsurpassed Beethoven, called "Moonlight Sonata", was dedicated to the young Juliet Guicciardi. The girl won the heart of the young composer and then brutally broke it. But it is to Juliet that we owe the fact that we can listen to the music of the best sonata of the brilliant composer so deeply penetrating into the soul.

Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde, Arbenin and Nina, Pushkin and Natalia Goncharova, Lermontov and Varenka Lopukhina ...

Not you, but fate was to blame
That soon you cheated on me.
She gave you the charms of women.
But she put a woman's heart.

Pain and sadness permeate these lines of Lermontov to Varenka Lopukhina. As a teenager, the poet met her in Moscow. The poet carried a strong feeling for this graceful and gentle woman throughout his life.

On the screen is a portrait of Varenka Lopukhina by artist V.L. Borovikovsky.

Your eyes are like two mists.
Half smile, half cry,
Your eyes are like two deceptions
Shrouded in the mist of failure.
A combination of two riddles:
Half-delight, half-frightened,
A fit of mad tenderness
Anticipation of mortal torment.
When darkness falls
And a thunderstorm is coming
From the bottom of my soul shimmer
Your beautiful eyes.

Host 3. She was 18 years old when Borovikovsky painted a portrait from her. Soon she married Jägermeister Lopukhin, but she was unhappy. 6 years after her marriage, she died of consumption. Almost two centuries have passed since the painting was painted. Generations and tastes have changed, and the portrait of Lopukhina is still attractive to us.

She has long passed -
And those eyes are gone
And that smile is gone.
That they silently expressed
Suffering is a shadow of love
And thoughts are a shadow of sadness ...
But her beauty
Borovikovsky saved.
So part of her soul
It didn't fly away from us:
And there will be this look
And this beauty of the body
Indifferent to her
Attract offspring.
Teaching him to love -
Suffer - forgive - be silent ...
Yakov Polonsky

Romance sounds. "Don't go, stay with me."

Don't go, stay with me
It's so gratifying here, so bright.
I will cover with kisses
Mouth and eyes and brow.
I will cover with kisses
Mouth and eyes and brow.

Don't go, stay with me
I've loved you for so long
I caress you with fire
And I will burn, and I will tire.
I caress you o-o-fire
And I will burn, and I will tire.
Stay with me, stay with me.

Don't go, stay with me
The passion burns in my chest.

Don't go, don't go.
The delight of love awaits us with you,
Don't go, don't go.
Stay with me, stay with me.

Host 4. "Love is just a drop of poison on the sharp sting of beauty." - said the ancients. Indeed, in historical sources you can find many examples of her omnipotent breathing.

His beloved Mary Hamilton Peter 1 sentenced to death for her love for the batman. She did not give up her love for Ivan Orlov either after torture or on the scaffold. Having personally chopped off the rebellious heads of Streltsov, Peter this time entrusted the execution to the executioner. The condemned woman, leaning on the king's hand, ascended the scaffold and sat down in a curtsy, as she once sat down in a curtsy at an assembly when the emperor invited her to dance. Peter with a jerk drew Mary to him, but, seeing fierce hatred in his eyes, he trembled, realizing his powerlessness. I realized that the feeling for Orlov is stronger than death. "You cannot love by order - by order you can only die." The young Scottish woman boldly walked up to the platform and bowed her head to the block. And then, in full view of the crowd, from the bloody scaffold, Peter raised the severed head of the one he madly loved, kissed it on the lips and ordered it to be kept in the Cabinet of Curiosities forever ...

Some call her "freak"
But they secretly envy her behind her back.
Others - "princess" and "proud",
And still others are just a “blue stocking”.
Birds and those fly in pairs:
The soul strives for the living soul.
The guys from the cinema see off their friends,
And this one runs home.
Winter and spring motley chain
Rushing, running after the link, the link ...
Girlfriends, sometimes plain ordinary,
You look - you got married a long time ago.
They tell her around: it's time to make up your mind
Men won't wait, mind you. ...
Not long and in girls like this to stay:
Business is heading towards thirty ...
Didn't even like anyone?
Will look with dreamy eyes
- I liked it - I liked it. So what? -
And he will shrug his shoulders in surprise.
What kind of love is she waiting for? Which?
She wants to shout: - Love-starfall,
Beautiful, beautiful! And big, big!
And if I don't meet such a person in my life,
Then I don't need any at all.

Presenter 1. One of the ancient parables tells how a wanderer once met with the Plague and asks:

Where are you going?
I am going to Baghdad, I need to kill 10 thousand people.
A few days later, the same wanderer meets the Plague again.
You said you'd kill 10 thousand, but you killed only 5 thousand.
Yes. I killed 5 thousand, and the rest were saved by love.

A classic example of true love is the feat of the wives of the Decembrists. Young, noble, rich women abandoned secular life, luxury and went to the distant harsh Siberia to hard labor, where their Decembrist husbands were exiled to share exile with them, to support their courage and will to fight with their love. The tsar, having allowed them to follow their husbands, warned that, leaving, they would be deprived of their noble rights and fortune and would never be able to return to the capital. The wives of the Decembrists had to overcome the resistance of their relatives, delays and obstacles on the road, the severity of the winter journey, the Siberian cold and loneliness. How it was necessary to love and believe in order to endure all these trials and to the end remain an ardently loving wife and devoted friend!

Song from the movie "Titanic".

My heart will go on

Host 2. On a clear and moonless night, the firmament is strewn with thousands of stars. Some shine like diamonds, others are barely visible. They send their distant light to the lovers. A man in love created poetic myths and legends about these mysterious stars. Here is one of them. Far, far away at the southern end of the earth was the flourishing country of Ethiopia, ruled by King Cepheus and his wife, Queen Cassiopeia. They had an only daughter, Andromeda. She was more beautiful than sea nymphs.

The ruler of the seas, the god Poseidon, was angry and sent an unprecedented calamity to Ethiopia. Every day from the stormy sea a terrible monster appeared - the Whale. From his huge mouth and terrible eyes flew out clouds of flame, which he spewed in all directions. Blooming Ethiopia could turn into a dead desert.

King Cepheus asked the oracle how the country could be saved. And the oracle replied: "The whale will stop burning the country when he gives him his only daughter Andromeda to be devoured."

The parents took their daughter to the seashore and chained her to the rock with chains.

A whale emerged from the depths of the sea. Andromeda screamed ... Then Perseus rushed from heaven in winged sandals. He freed Andromeda and escorted her to his father's palace. Happy parents gave their daughter in marriage to the hero. The gods turned the heroes of the legend into stars and lifted them up to heaven, where the constellations of Cepheus, Cassiopeia, Andromeda, Cetus and Perseus still shine.

She came unexpectedly, uninvited,
Destroying everything
And everything, having built again,
Transforming drops into oceans
The all-conquering first love.
Everything unclear became undeniable,
The storm became a nine-point - a breeze,
Any sea is knee-deep
And any distance is a trifle.
Darling!
Of course on the planet
No one has ever met such a thing!
Freckles on my forehead are the best in the world!
Well, how did no one notice ?!
Such cheerful, barely visible,
Such perky, sunny, family!
And even Madonna Raphael -
After all, this is clear! - not enough of them.

Host 3. Orpheus was born in Thrace. He devoted himself to music, playing the lyre. Even more tenderly, Orpheus began to sing better after he married Eurydice. Once, while walking with her friends, Eurydice stepped on a snake and died. Orpheus could not forget his beloved. He had no joy in life. He decided to go to the underworld and beg Hades to return Eurydice to him.

Orpheus descended to the sacred river Styx, but the carrier Charon refused to transport him, because he transported only the dead to the kingdom of shadows. Orpheus played on his golden lyre, Charon listened and did not notice how Orpheus climbed into the boat and drove it to the other side.

Orpheus sang and played for Hades. He sang about his pain and suffering, about a life that is unbearable without love. Hades agreed to return Eurydice to the kingdom of the living, but on condition that Orpheus should not look back, otherwise Eurydice will forever remain in the underworld.

They started off. There was deathly silence around, no steps were heard. Looking back, he saw the shadow of Eurydice, which immediately disappeared into the impenetrable darkness of the kingdom of the dead. Orpheus returned to Thrace. For four years he did not sing and did not look at any girl. But one day in the spring, nature awakened him, and he began to sing. At the sound of the song, women came running and threw stones at Orpheus. In the underworld of the shadows, Orpheus and Eurydice met again, and nothing could separate them.

The gods turned Orpheus into a snow-white swan and lifted him to heaven - he became a constellation. His lyre became the constellation Lyra.

Song "Tenderness"

The Earth is empty without you
How can I live for a few hours
Also falls in the gardens of foliage
And where is everyone in a hurry taxi
Only empty on earth alone without you
And you, you fly and the stars give you their tenderness

It was also empty on Earth
And when Exupery flew,
Also the foliage in the gardens was falling
And the Earth could not come up with
How can I live without him while he was flying
He flew and all the stars gave him their tenderness

The Earth is empty without you
If you can come quickly ...

Host 4. What is love? When God created the world, he gave a field to a man and a woman, showed how to build a hut, gave a man a shovel, and a woman a handful of grain. “Live and continue your race,” he said to them, “and I will go about the household. I'll come back in a year, I'll see how it is with you. "

They come with the Archangel Gabriel exactly a year later and see: a man and a woman are sitting at the hut. Bread ripens in front of them in the field, next to them - in the cradle, the child sleeps. And a man and a woman look into each other's eyes. And God saw in them an incomprehensible beauty and some kind of unknown power.

What shocked and surprised God.

- What is it? He asked the Archangel Gabriel.
- This is Love.
- What does “love” mean?

God approached a man and a woman and asked them what love is. But they could not explain to him either. Then God became angry.

- Ah well! Is this my punishment for you? From this moment on you will grow old. I will come in 50 years and see what is left in your eyes, Man ...

After 50 years, I saw that instead of a hut there was a hut, a chopped hut, a garden had grown up in a vacant lot, bread was ripening in the fields, sons were plowing, daughters were reaping wheat, and grandchildren were playing in the meadow. An old man and an old woman are sitting in front of the hut, looking into each other's eyes. And God saw in the eyes of a man and a woman an even more powerful beauty and an even stronger power, and something new was added to that.

- And what's that? - he asked the archangel
“Loyalty,” he replied. God was even more angry.
- Old age is not enough for you, Man? So your term will be short. I'll come again and see what your love turns into.

Host 1. He came with the Archangel Gabriel after 3 years. They see: a man is sitting over a small mound. His eyes are sad, sad, but they still have the same incomprehensible beauty and the same power. And already not only Love and Faithfulness in them, but also something else.

- What's this? - asks the God of the archangel.
- Memory of the Heart.

He stood for a long time and then left in deep thought. From that time on, Man became God on earth.

This is what love is ... Love is higher than God. This is eternal beauty and human strength. Generations of people replace each other. Each of us will have to turn into a handful of dust, but love remains a living, not fading connection of the human race!

The poem “The Ballad of the Smoky Car”. (A. Kochetkov, 1932)

- How painful, honey, how strange,
Tying in the ground, intertwining with branches, -
How it hurts honey, how strange
Forking under the saw.
The wound will not heal on the heart,
Will shed pure tears
The wound will not heal on the heart -
Will pour out in flaming tar.

- As long as I live, I will be with you -
Soul and blood are inseparable, -
As long as I live, I will be with you -
Love and death are always together.
You will carry with you everywhere -
You will carry with you, beloved, -
You will carry with you everywhere
Native land, sweet home.

- But if I have nothing to hide with
From incurable pity,
But if I have nothing to hide with
From cold and dark?
- After parting there will be a meeting,
Do not forget me love
After parting there will be a meeting
Let's return both - you and me.

- But if I go unknown -
The short light of a daylight beam, -
But if I disappear unknown
For the star belt, into the milky smoke?
- I will pray for you,
So that I do not forget the earthly path,
I will pray for you
So that you come back unharmed.

Shaking in a smoky carriage
He became homeless and humble
Shaking in a smoky carriage
He half cried, half slept,

Suddenly bent over with a terrible roll,
When the train is on a slippery slope
Tore the wheels off the rail.

Superhuman strength
There is a cripple in one press-shop,
Superhuman strength
Earthly thrown from the ground.
And protected no one
The promised meeting in the distance
And protected no one
A hand calling in the distance.

Do not part with your loved ones!

Do not part with your loved ones!
Grow in them with all your blood, -

And say goodbye every time!
And say goodbye every time!
When you leave for a moment!

Host 2. Love is different: happy and bitter, mutual and unrequited, love-joy and love-suffering. But true love always elevates a person, makes him better.

Life-long love. Dante and Beatrice. February 4th, 2013

“She seemed to me more a daughter of God than a mere mortal”, “From the very minute I saw her, love took possession of my heart to such an extent that I did not have the strength to resist her and, trembling with excitement, I heard a secret voice: Here a deity that is stronger than you and will own you. "

BEATRICE
N. Gumilev

Muses, stop crying,
Pour out your sadness in songs,
Or play the flute.
Sing me a song about Dante, about Dante
Or play the flute.

There lived a restless artist
In the world of crafty appearances -
Sinner, libertine, atheist,
But he loved Beatrice.

Secret thoughts of the poet
In his whimsical heart
Became streams of light
Became a roaring tide

Muses, in a sonnet-diamond
Note a strange secret,
Sing me a song about Dante, about Dante
And Gabriele Rossetti.
Sing me a song about Dante, about Dante
And Gabriele Rosetti.

Continuation of the story of Dante's love for Beatrice in the "Divine Comedy", and this love takes on a new level - love-immortality.

Blessed Beate

Danet's vision near the deceased Beatrice

Dante and Beatrice meet in Paradise

She keeps Love in her eyes;
Blessed is everything she looks at;
She goes - everyone hurries to her;
If he greets, his heart will tremble.

So, all confused, he will bow down his face
And sighs about his sinfulness.
Arrogance and anger melt before her.
O Donna, who won't praise her?

All the sweetness and all the humility of thoughts
Knows the one who hears her word.
Blessed is the one who is destined to meet with her.

The way she smiles
Does not utter speech and does not remember the mind:
So this miracle is blissful and new.

So noble, so humble
Madonna, answering a bow,
That near her the tongue is silent, embarrassed,
And the eye does not dare to rise to her.

She walks, does not heed delight,
And her camp is clothed with humility,
And it seems: from the sky brought down
This ghost is to us, and it manifests a miracle here.

She brings such delight to her eyes,
That, meeting her, you find joy,
Which the unknowing person will not understand

And as if from her lips comes
A spirit of love pouring sweetness into the heart,
Reassuring the soul: "Breathe ..." - and sigh

Whose spirit is captive, whose heart is full of light,
To all those before whom my sonnet appears,
Who will reveal to me the meaning of his deaf,
In the name of the Lady of Love - hello to them!

Already a third of hours, when given to the planets
Shine stronger, making your way,
When Love appeared before me
Such that it’s scary to remember to me about it:

Love was in joy; and in the palm of your hand
My heart held; but in the hands
Carried the Madonna, sleeping meekly;

And, having awakened, gave the Madonna a taste
From the heart, - and she ate confusedly.
Then Love disappeared, all in tears.

You laughed at me among friends,
But did you know, Madonna, why
You cannot recognize my appearance,
When do I stand before your beauty?

Ah, if you only knew - with your usual kindness
You would not hold back your feelings:
After all, that Love, captivating me all,
Tyrannizing with such cruelty,

That, reigning among my timid feelings,
Executing others, sending others into exile,
She alone aims at you.

That is why my appearance is unusual!
But even then their exiles
So clearly I can hear the grief.

Meeting Beatrice and Dante at the wedding

I heard my heart awaken
The love spirit that was dozing there;
Then in the distance I saw Love
So happy that I doubted her.

She said: “Time to bow down
You are in front of me ... ”- and laughter sounded in the speech.
But only I heeded the mistress,
Her dear gaze was directed to me.

And Monna Bath with Monna Biche I
I saw them walking to these lands -
For a wondrous miracle, a miracle without an example;

And, as is stored in my memory,
Love said: “This is Primavera,
And that one is Love, we are so similar to it. "

Dante and Beatrice at the walker Michael Parkes