Thoughts about reading the story “Garnet Bracelet”. Analysis of “Garnet Bracelet” Kuprin My thoughts on the story I read, Garnet Bracelet

The agreement of the strings in the quartet tells us,

That the lonely path is like death.

Shakespeare.

Kuprin, like all writers of all times and peoples without exception, did not ignore the theme of love in his story, but his love is special and unlike anything else - unrequited, but we will return to this issue later.

You can immediately ask the question: did Vera love anyone at all? Or the word love in its understanding is something other than the concept of marital duty, marital fidelity, and not feelings for another person. Probably only one person - her sister, who was everything to her; she never even thought of loving her husband, not to mention Zheltkov, whom she had never seen alive.

Zheltkov, what can you say about him - was he a sick man, and pursued an unfortunate woman, or was he sick with love - unrequited, the most cruel love in the world, which did not give hope for reciprocity. But still, he hoped for the will of fate that it would bring them together, and they would live happily ever after. But no - fate, in the person of Vera, had other plans, she needed to tell everything to her husband - why?! After all, she could have talked to Zheltkov herself, calmed him down, and politely asked him not to write to her anymore. That's all.

Throughout the entire story, Kuprin tries to instill in readers “the concept of love on the brink of life,” and he does this through Zheltkov, for him love is life, therefore, no love, no life. And when Vera’s husband persistently asks to stop love, his life ends: “...you are offered one of two things: either you completely refuse to pursue Princess Vera
Nikolaevna, or, if you do not agree to this, we will take measures that our position allows us...”

Returning to the question of unrequited love - is love worthy of the loss of life, the loss of everything that can be in the world. You can remember Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”: after all, they gave their lives - for the sake of love, for the sake of the most precious thing that they had, in order to have love in heaven. Everyone must answer this question for themselves - does he want this, and what is more valuable to him - life or love? Zheltkov answered - love: “It so happened that I am not interested in anything in life: neither politics, nor science, nor philosophy, nor concern for the future happiness of people - for me, all life consists only in
You…".

Was there a need for Vera to go and look at the dead Zheltkov?
Perhaps it was an attempt to somehow assert herself, not to torment herself for the rest of her life with remorse, to look at the one she abandoned, and if possible, to love him. To understand that there would be nothing like this in her life - “At that second she realized that the love that every woman dreams of had passed her by. " What we started from is what we came to - unrequited love, only now it’s the other way around, she loves him, but he cannot reciprocate her feelings. And who is to blame for this - himself or his love.

What is our life, a game - a game of love? Well, what about the price of life, because life is the most precious thing we have, it is what we are so afraid of losing, and on the other hand, love is the meaning of our life, without which it will not be life, but will be an empty phrase in an infinite book of human history.

We fear losing, but on the other hand, love is the meaning of our life, without which it will not be life, but will be an empty phrase in the infinite book of human history.

Kuprin, like all writers of all times and peoples without exception, did not ignore the theme of love in his story, but his love is special and unlike anything else - unrequited, but we will return to this issue later.

You can immediately ask the question: did Vera love anyone at all? Or the word love in its understanding is something other than the concept of marital duty, marital fidelity, and not feelings for another person. Probably only one person - her sister, who was everything to her; she never even thought of loving her husband, not to mention Zheltkov, whom she had never seen alive.

Zheltkov, what can you say about him - was he a sick man, and pursued an unfortunate woman, or was he sick with love - unrequited, the most cruel love in the world, which did not give hope for reciprocity. But still, he hoped for the will of fate that it would bring them together, and they would live happily ever after. But no - fate, in the person of Vera, had other plans, she needed to tell everything to her husband - why?! After all, she could have talked to Zheltkov herself, calmed him down, and politely asked him not to write to her anymore. That's all.

Throughout the entire story, Kuprin tries to instill in readers “the concept of love on the edge of life,” and he does this through Zheltkov, for him love is life, therefore, no love, no life. And when Vera’s husband persistently asks to stop love, his life ends: “...you are offered one of two things: either you completely refuse to pursue Princess Vera
Nikolaevna, or, if you do not agree to this, we will take measures that our position allows us...”

Returning to the question of unrequited love - is love worthy of the loss of life, the loss of everything that can be in the world. You can remember Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”: after all, they gave their lives - for the sake of love, for the sake of the most precious thing that they had, in order to have love in heaven. Everyone must answer this question for themselves - does he want this, and what is more valuable to him - life or love? Zheltkov answered - love: “It so happened that I am not interested in anything in life: neither politics, nor science, nor philosophy, nor concern for the future happiness of people - for me, all life consists only in
You…".

Was there a need for Vera to go and look at the dead Zheltkov?
Perhaps it was an attempt to somehow assert herself, not to torment herself for the rest of her life with remorse, to look at the one she abandoned, and if possible, to love him. To understand that there would be nothing like this in her life - “At that second she realized that the love that every woman dreams of had passed her by. ". What we started from is what we came to - unrequited love, only now it’s the other way around, she loves him, but he cannot reciprocate her feelings. And who is to blame for this - himself or his love.

What is our life, a game - a game of love? Well, what about the price of life, because life is the most precious thing we have, it is what we are so afraid of losing, and on the other hand, love is the meaning of our life, without which it will not be life, but will be an empty phrase in an infinite book of human history.


It is very difficult to judge love without knowing it. But even in this case, a person has his own thoughts and ideas about this. Perhaps some people try to put themselves in the shoes of the main character in order to at least try to experience such feelings. Others are influenced by existing stereotypes.

But love is the brightest and brightest of all feelings.

Not every person is able to experience this. G.S. Zheltkov was very lucky in this life, because he still found the one with whom the most pleasant and tender memories are associated. Yes, his love was not reciprocated, but thanks to her, he felt alive.

Despite the fact that Vera simply did not pay attention to Zheltkov, and sometimes did not take his feelings seriously at all, he did not despair and continued to write, and even gave garnet bracelet, without expecting words of gratitude. His love is absolutely selfless and pure, like a gift from God.

I hope that in the future many of us will be lucky enough to meet just such a love - one for life.

Updated: 2015-05-26

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Essay on the topic:

My thoughts about the story I read by A. I. Kuprin “The Garnet Bracelet”.

The works of A. I. Kuprin are written mainly in a romantic-realistic style. They are very sensual, subtly psychological, causing a storm of emotions in the reader. He worries, worries about the fate of the main character, sympathizes with him.

The stories “Duel”, “Olesya”, “Garnet Bracelet” most clearly show the author’s attitude towards such a sublime and inexplicable feeling as love. Love, according to Kuprin, is a wonderful feeling, it is a bright flash that leaves a deep mark in a person’s soul for his entire life, but always ends in tragedy. As General Anosov said (“Garnet Bracelet”):

“Love must be a tragedy. The greatest secret in the world! No life conveniences, calculations or compromises should concern her.”

I can only partially agree with this statement by Anosov.

I don't think love should be a tragedy. These are simply incompatible concepts, although, unfortunately, they collide so often in life. By love I meanunited dance of soulsoutside of earthly worries and calculations, which lasted a lifetime for both parties, when in old age people can say that they are not attached to each other, do not respect each other, but rather love each other. Yes! They love, and love is too unearthly a feeling, and it cannot last indefinitely for simple and vicious people who have such a disgusting quality asgetting used to everything.

Kuprin’s work “Garnet Bracelet” is truly a great work! This is a story about not shared love, the love of a simple telegraph operator Zheltkov for a representative of the nobility - Vera Sheina.

Judging objectively, Zheltkov did not love Vera herself, but only her image. He sent her letters for eight years, gave her gifts on holidays, but never talked to her face to face and did not know what kind of person she was. But such selfless, devoted love, expecting nothing in return, speaks volumes. It defines all the best features of Zheltkov: his sublime, pure soul, uncorrupted by either society or the situation, open to life, his kindness, ingenuousness, ability to feel and understand other people.

But what’s most interesting is that Zheltkov, from the outside, can be called a happy person, with his ability for high movement of the soul. I believe that happiness is not only the ability to rejoice, but also the ability to be upset, worry, and perceive the most diverse range of feelings.

All these emotions determine living soul, which is Zheltkov’s happiness, in my understanding.

Kuprin's story allows you to think about the essence of love, about its inspiring power that excites the best minds of humanity: artists, poets, writers, philosophers...

There are no boundaries for love, sublime feelings Any person can be capable.

After all, how much Zheltkov, a poor telegraph operator, surpasses in the strength of his feelings Vasily Shein, the leader of the nobility, and even more so his brother, who is incapable not only of loving, but even understanding another person.

The story “The Garnet Bracelet” makes a sad impression on me because Zheltkov, a man of such an exalted soul, dies without realizing the happiness of shared love. Class boundaries did not limit the power of Zheltkov’s love, but they limited and did not allow the love of Vera to develop, who perceives Zheltkov simply as an annoying admirer.

And so Zheltkov’s love passed, only slightly touching with its wing the feeling of Vera, who, after his death, thought about the fact that maybe this was not madness, but true love, which occurs once every thousand years?

Love... What is it? Where is she? Does she exist? Is the image of Zheltkov real?.. Such questions arose in me after reading A. I. Kuprin’s story “The Garnet Bracelet”. It is very difficult, almost impossible, to answer these questions, because any possible answers to them are correct and incorrect at the same time. It is impossible to prove the opposite to a person who is sure that there is no love. And it is useless to talk about the uniqueness of this feeling to a frivolous person. But I still want to express my opinion about Zheltkov’s love, to show my vision of this feeling. “It’s not my fault, Vera Nikolaevna, that God was pleased to send me love for you as a great happiness,” - this is how Zheltkov began his letter. Love is happiness... Yes, great happiness, but in certain circumstances. And the key one is reciprocity; without reciprocity, great happiness turns into great sorrow. Is a person happy who “is not interested in anything in life: neither politics, nor science, nor philosophy, nor concern for the future happiness of people - for me, my whole life lies only in you”? I think not. I think you can’t live like that, you can’t just suffer and dream about a loved one who is unavailable. Life is a game, and each of us must play our role, manage to do it in such a short period of time, manage to become positive or negative hero, but under no circumstances remain indifferent to everything except her, the only one, the beautiful one.

Zheltkov thinks that this is his destiny - to love madly, but unrequitedly, that it is impossible to escape from fate. If it weren’t for this last thing, he would undoubtedly have tried to do something, to escape from the feeling doomed to death. Here are the words that show that Zheltkov was aware of his doom to suffer and suffer from unhappy love: “Think about what I needed to do? Run away to another city? All the same, the heart was always near you, at your feet, every moment of the day was filled with you, thoughts about you, dreams about you... sweet delirium.”

Yes, I think I should have run. Run without looking back. Set a long-term goal for yourself and plunge headlong into working to overcome obstacles on the way to this goal. I had to force myself to forget my crazy love. It was necessary to at least try to avoid its tragic outcome.

However, despite the sad ending, the hero of Kuprin’s work is happy. He believes that the love that illuminated his life is a truly wonderful feeling. And I no longer know whether this love is so naive and reckless. And maybe she really is worth giving up your life and desire for life for her. After all, she is beautiful like the moon, clear like the sky, bright like the sun, constant like nature. Such is Zheltkov’s knightly, literary, creative love for Princess Vera Nikolaevna, which absorbed his entire being. Zheltkov departs this life without complaints, without reproaches, saying like a prayer: “Hallowed be Thy name.”

It is impossible to read these lines without tears. And it’s unclear why tears are rolling from my eyes. Either it’s just pity for the unfortunate Zheltkov (after all, life could have been wonderful for him too), or admiration for the splendor of the little man’s enormous feelings.