Essay on “The Old Man and the Sea”
someone I do not know who asked me to write a review … can only shrug and say. Well, hold on, because the link words in meaningful sentences, the science of a lifetime for me incomprehensible. Immediately I say, that the novel “The Old Man and the Sea” I read a long time in the collection, so my impressions priporoshit variety of desired information and not, swallow all of us every day. plus I naturally watched cartoons Petrova.
The book “The Old Man and the Sea” in the shaggy year successfully coincided with my tired and overloaded mind, I was reading and resting, standing together with our heroes on the seafront in the quiet fishing village, lived their unhurried , measured as if waving a paddle boat, the rhythm of life, listening to that whispering sea breeze and sings. And Hemingway sea is really alive, it alerts you and attracts, invites and repels at the same time. The same variable and the narrative of the author … Out on the boat – it is a challenge, a challenge to fight the elements, check yourself, your strength of will, strength of character. What felt like an old man (oh, I’m afraid right now will go spoilers) sitting here which week without fish? His age, his loneliness, meaninglessness of existence, the aimlessness, even though the sea, faceless sea, turned away from him, like the people from the village who each day extort food. The hero sets sail. What it catches, fish, or aim fading life, food for the whole village, or respect and honor others, says the food or the creator?
The book is for those who can in small to see much, wants to think about eternal issues a quiet evening sitting by the window with a cup of mulled wine in hand. p>